Supernatural imagines: So, Get This...

Sam's pet

Checking out soulless Sam and he catches you and it soon leads to you becoming his pet

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Meeting him was something I thought I would regret, I certainly don't. I've always thought of myself as a strong independent woman but with him I can't think straight. I love it! I don't have to make hard decisions and all I have to do is exactly what I'm told.

I approached the table with an excited smile, I've waited too long to see my Sam. He's like no man I've ever met. I kept my eye sight low as I approached the table. I did my usual of standing beside the table until Sam invites me to sit down, he gets mad if I join uninvited.
"Two beers please," A guy said politely. I couldn't see him looking at me as my eyes were low on the table slightly watching my intertwined hands.

"Sit down, princess," Sam exclaimed, I could hear the smirk in his tone. Oh, God. I've missed his voice. I nodded slightly as I slid into the booth beside him, I instantly felt his arm sling over my shoulder grabbing the top of my arm, half reassuringly and half making sure I don't leave. I finally looked up as I felt Sam's hand on my chin, he guided my face to his. He kissed me like we were going to have sex on the table right now. His tongue doing it's usual trick of making sure I know my role. I've never been the submissive type but Sam has a way about him that could make me do anything. He pushed my chin away to show me he was done kissing me. If anyone else did this to me I would punch them in the face but Sam, oh, how could I resist?!

I looked finally to the guy Sam had been sitting with. I smiled politely, hiding my giggle at his confused and slightly shocked expression. "Princess, this is Dean. My brother," Sam explained as he looked at me with a slight nod, I knew instantly that I was allowed to speak. I smiled happily. "It's nice to meet you," I said simply. He seemed to blink at me a few times before shaking himself out of it.

"You're his girlfriend?" He asked making me giggle slightly.

"She's my pet," Sam smirked, licking his bottom lip slightly. Dean looked at him like he had just cursed the entire world.

"Your pet?" He asked rhetorically. "You've got to be kidding me, you've been alive this whole time, you not only aren't acting like yourself but this is another level. What happened to you Sammy? You used to want to marry any woman who batted her eyelashes at you," Dean went on but I found it hard to focus as I could feel Sam's eyes burning with desire staring at me. My whole body had a shock of excitement soar through me. Dean must have realised that Sam had no intentions of answering his question and so looked at me. I looked to Sam who lived his lips, biting the bottom one slightly as he nodded. I cleared my throat slightly. I sat up giving my full attention to the explanation. Sam's arm fell from my shoulder and his hand rested upon my ass.

"Sam and I met at a bar, I was drinking with friends and he was sat alone. Every single one of my friends wanted him, me included. They all took turns trying to get his attention but he didn't even look at them. I walked past him to go to the bathroom and he stopped me. Told me some interesting things and escorted me to the bathroom. I've been his pet ever since." I smirked as I felt Sam squeeze my ass clearly indicating he liked the story.

"He told you some interesting things?" Dean asked confused making me giggle slightly.

"He told me what he wanted to do with me," I shrugged smirking happily at the memory. Dean looked disgusted.

"I need a beer," He declared as he slammed his hands on the table before using them to assist him out of the booth. As soon as he left the table, Sam's lips were attached to mine. Sam had this trick, he always seemed to be able to tell me what he wanted without saying a thing. His hands do a lot of the talking, when he's grabbing my ass when we're kissing it means he wants to make out, when he has his hands in my hair or pulls it, it means he wants us to leave and when he has an arm strongly wrapped around me it means he's about to carry me away to fuck me. No matter where we are. "Dude, if you keep attacking her face like that she won't be able to breath." Dean commented as he placed the drinks on the table. Sam didn't pull away straight away, he instead stopped when he wanted to. Sam pushed my face away again making me smirk. I've been told off a thousand times for the way I look him in the eyes, he always says that he can't resist them so I'm not allowed to look him in the eyes unless instructed to.

"I didn't know what you drink so I just got you a beer," He explained politely making me smile.
"Thank you," I smiled happily. Sam pinched my ass a little too hard telling me I did something wrong. I diverted my eyes to the table with a straight face.
"Sammy, what the fuck? You can't have a woman as a pet, are you okay?" Dean exclaimed but I didn't dare look at him. Sam was silent, something far scarier than him shouting.

"Don't talk while I'm away," Sam instructed before effortlessly picking me up, he brushed me over his crotch as he moved me to his other side so he could slip out of the booth. He didn't bother looking back at me.
"Are you okay?" Dean asked in a slightly hushed tone like he was afraid Sam would hear him.
"I'm fine but don't talk to me I'll get in trouble," I hurried with begging eyes. Sometimes I like it when he punishes me but other times he's a little too rough when he's angry. Worst part is when he doesn't feel bad about it, he never does.
"This isn't healthy, you shouldn't be someone's pet, you're a human being," He tried but when I kept my eyes to the table and didn't say anything he knew there was nothing he could do right now.

Soon, Sam approached the table, instead of taking a seat he looked at me expectantly, I kept my eyes low as I looked at him. I stood up ready to move so I wasn't in his way but instead he kissed me and pulled the hair on the back of my head, I moaned into the kiss smirking slightly as I knew what it meant. I began walking to the door, Sam said goodbye to Dean and followed after me. When Sam wasn't looking I waved goodbye to Dean and acted normal.