Supernatural Imagines: Book One

You Get Me So High

Characters: Sam Winchester x Reader

Warnings: marijuania usage, implied smut, fluff

request​: Hi hon, I hoped you could write a SamxReader, based on song "You get me so high" by The Neighbourhood? Fic in wich they're smokin marihuana (or doing some other kind of drugs) where they have a lot of fun dancing, singing (maybe this song I mentioned?) and kissing ( all while being high). They aren't toghether and somewhere at the end it turns into implied smut? And it's all funny, romantic, druged up full of giggles kinda fic. LOVE YOUR WRITING ❤❤❤

Summary: You introduce Sam to the wonderful world of weed.

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One of the most common ways a hunter relaxes is either by hitting up the gym, running a mile or ten, driving until they pass out, or anything closely related to those. For Dean, he likes to go on long drives by himself with the windows rolled down, wind in his hair, and his rock music blaring at him from all sides. Before Sam met you, he went on long runs that usually left him too tired to be stressed for anything.

However, after he met you, all that changed.

All your life, you've had really bad anxiety attacks that got to the point where you couldn't even get out of bed in fear the bogeyman would get you or that you couldn't even go to the store because of the large crowds. Your attacks got so bad that it was starting to affect your physical health more than your mind. Nothing seemed to work until you found medicinal marijuana. The smoke helps you relax and helps you realize that the bogeyman isn't real, and those crowds of people have no interest in you.

You're the one that got Sam into trying the drug, and once he got his first hit, he never went back to running–at least not to blow off steam.

Hope you don't regret it
I pushed a lot back but I can't forget it
We never got the credit
Nobody seemed to hear us but we said it
Neither of us planned it
And for a long time I took it all for granted
I really thought we had it
But at the time it was more than I could manage, so

When you first started living at the Bunker, you made sure to install speakers throughout each room so that when you're alone, you can play the music that hooks up to the speakers. It's nice to walk into any room you want and still hear the music playing. It doesn't bother Sam, but Dean doesn't prefer it. He only "allows" it whenever he's not home, which just so happens to be now. Right now, The Neighbourhood's You Get Me So High is playing loudly. The library is filled to the brim with marijuana smoke, and you and Sam are having the time of your lives.

It all started when you took a few hits to calm down since you knew a panic attack was coming on. You've been having them for most of your life, so you know what signs to look for when an attack is coming on. Sam happened to walk into the room and asked to join you. You've been here for hours, just singing, dancing, and smoking. It's really relaxing, and you have to get Dean to try it sometime.

The song continues, and you look at Sam, who is sitting on the couch you placed inside the library. You moved the tables around a bit to include the sofa, and it's been the center of attention ever since. Sam tips his head back and lets out a few puffs of smoke. He looks so incredibly sexy right now, you just can't help but bounce over to him. He's so relaxed, you don't regret giving him that first joint that started all this.

Wish I didn't doubt it
I wish I never ever told you all about it
But I just had to let you know
I never meant to hurt you, though
I had all my motives
I didn't know they wouldn't mix with your emotions
I just had to reach my goals
Never knew I needed you though, so

"Sam," you say in a sultry voice. He looks at you through hooded eyes. "Come dance with me."

He places the joint between his lips and gets up. He walks over to you and grabs your hand, pulling you flush against his body. The music changes, but it's still songs by the same band. You put on their playlist right now, so the only songs that are going to be playing are theirs.

Through the haze and the smoke, you watch Sam with a careful eye. You've gotten used to smoking weed over ¾ of your life, so the effects aren't as strong as Sam is feeling them right now. Your body moves with his to the rhythm, and you take the risky move of twirling in his arms. When you face him, your feet accidentally step on his, which causes him to lose his balance. He falls back onto the couch, taking you with him.

You both stare into each other's eyes before you both bust out laughing. Something about what you just did seems like the funniest thing in the world to you. The distance between you two is so small, and his lips look so shiny from his tongue, you can't help but think of what else you'd like to be doing.

No, stop it. Sam is your best friend. Friend. What would he think if you actually kissed him? What would he–and his lips are on mine. Damn, they really are soft and smooth.

He couldn't help but kiss you when he noticed you staring at his own. There have been way too many "what ifs" and "will they, won't they" moments between you two. One or both are always afraid to take that extra step, and he just took it. Maybe it's the weed, but he's done beating around the bush.

Used to stick together
You're my best friend, I'll love you forever
We could be the greatest, it doesn't matter if we're never rich or famous

The music fades into the background, the smoke clears, and all you can focus on is the man underneath you. He pulls his lips away from yours and starts to leave sloppy kisses down to your neck. It just so happens that your neck is your biggest ticklish spot. Many girls would melt if their neck is being kissed, but not you. You just turn into a giggling monster.

"Sam," you giggle and scrunch your neck up.

Your laugh causes him to let out a breathy chuckle on your neck. His breath is hot, and it shouldn't be sexy, but it's only turning you on even more.

"Let this happen, please," he whispers.

"But what about–"

"Don't think. Just do."

If you say no, you know he will back off without another word. Just the thought that he would consider your feelings like that is enough for you to succumb to his advances. You grab his face and press your lips against his in a bruising manner. You're not normally this rough, but weed somehow does that to you.

Though, you do have to say, having sex while high is something everyone should experience.

High all the time, high all the time
I wanna be high all the time
Would you come with me?