Supernatural Imagines & Preferences

Sam~Imagine

It was just another one of the sleepless nights. You were incredibly tired yet no matter how many positions you tried, you couldn't fall asleep. Apparently Sam couldn't either.

It was normal for you and Sam to stay up after a long night of research and chuck away the notes and laptops and talk about anything. You couldn't remember when this started happening but you remember you fell in love with the Winchester during one of these long nights.

"So," He shuffles around with the papers before just giving up and pushing them away from himself. You look up at his green eyes. "Wanna watch a movie?"

Your eyebrows fly up before stretching out of your own chair. "Sure but no horror movies!"

Sam chuckles and stands up also. "And you're scared why? You know how to kill everything." You can sense his humor. You point at him playfully before stomping off to your room for a change of clothes.

You couldn't help but feel total bliss. You admit that it was somewhat selfish to want Dean to go to bed earlier than you and Sam. But this was your favorite part of the night.

After putting on a black tee and some hole-y sweatpants that are actually Sam's older ones. You paddle back to the TV room to see Chuckie's main title screen playing on the big screen. You immediately cover your eyes and throw yourself against the couch.

Sam's chuckles are louder once you make yourself to him to cuddle in fear against his chest. "Dammit, Sammy! I said no horror movies!"

"This isn't bad."

"No turn it off!"

"Shh, I'm starting it."

Sure enough you hear the movie start and after a couple of minutes of hearing people talk about the possessed doll, you uncurl yourself from Sam, but make sure to keep your legs and arms brushing.

It was when the doll finally came to life that you yelped and covered your eyes in Sam's should, whimpering a bit.

"I knew you didn't like scary movies. But this- this is just sad."

He laughs some more and you playfully punch his shoulder, scowling and giving him the pouty lips. He sighs and turns the movie off with a simple click of the button.

You're still sitting close to him and he's deliciously warm and so inviting. He sends you a whitened smile, two dimples popping up on his cheeks. You can't help but smile back.

"Maybe I should watch more of these with you." He says softly, almost too softly. You scoff and let your small hand wrap around his meaty bicep. You didn't know where your relationship stood, but if he didn't love you the way you did him- you wanted to keep this friendship.

"Why? Just to torture me?" You lick your dry lips and noticed as his eyes trace your movement. He hums in agreement before flickering up to look you dead in the eyes.

"Yeah well. I like having you so close."

His soft words send goosebumps over your skin and your eyes to travel over his round red lips. You couldn't help but lick your own again.

Without saying another word his large hand came around to your cheek, holding you at eye level with so much emotion shining in his eyes. Finally he leans down and connects your lips.

You smile and lean away only to drag him back in again.

"I think I like scary movies now." You whisper.