#sammy imagines

[supernaturalfreewill]

Sam wandered over and sat down next to you on the edge of the roof. He was holding his shoulder and winced a little as he sat down.

"You doing alright?" you asked.

He nodded. "I'll live," he said, catching your eyes and giving you a tired smile.

"Is Dean on his way?" you asked, looking out across the town below and taking in the setting sun in the distance. It wasn't a bad view... and the company wasn't bad either.

"Yeah. He's bringing a ladder," Sam said, sighing and finally letting go of all of his tension.

You nodded. "How's he gonna do that? Strap it to the roof of the Impala?" you laughed.

"No idea. My guess is he's gonna show up in a hot-wired van or something..."

You adjusted your grip on the rifle lying across your lap. You nodded toward a road sign that the sun was just glinting off. "How much you wanna bet I can hit that sign?" you asked him, putting the rifle up to your shoulder and looking through the scope.

Sam laughed and shook his head. "Considering that I've seen you nail a headshot on a ghoul from 900 meters away, nothing, because I know you can hit it." He shot you an admiring look.

"Aw, come on... you're no fun," you said. "Cover your ears, Sam," you said, smiling. He laughed but plugged his ears and squinted toward the sign in the distance. You exhaled, held your breath, focused... and squeezed the trigger. You watched through the scope as the bullet pierced the center of the zero on the sign and grinned at Sam.

He shook his head as you rested the rifle over your lap again and swung your feet aimlessly. "Hey—have I told you lately that—I'm—I'm really glad you're with us?"

You looked over at him in vague surprise. "You haven't. But thanks. I'm glad too."

"Yeah... I don't know how to explain it but—it feels like—like I was waiting for you or—Oh! I mean, we were... uhh—We were waiting for you... as—as part of the team..." Sam's face flushed and he cleared his throat as he stared straight ahead again at the setting sun. Smooth.

But you were feeling butterflies in your stomach and a glow of warmth in your chest as you realized what he'd accidentally said. You bit your bottom lip and looked out at what suddenly seemed the most beautiful sunset you'd ever seen.

"Oh my God. I don't believe this," Sam said suddenly, standing up. Looking down, you saw an approaching fire engine, complete with a hook and ladder.

"Is that—Dean?" you asked, squinting at the approaching truck. "Wow..." you laughed.

Sam rolled his eyes and offered you his hand to help you to your feet. "He's always gotta show off," he said, shaking his head.

"Don't worry. Sam Winchester is not someone who can be upstaged," you said, giving him a soft look.

Prompt: "How much you wanna bet I can hit that sign?" / "Considering I've seen you hit an enemy from 900 meters away, nothing, because I know you can hit it."

[sams-sass]

Breathe

Happy Wednesday! This is just a small drabble that I thought of based on Faith Hill’s ‘Breathe’. Hope you guys like it! Thank you for all the love and support and as always; stay sassy. 

Summary: What it would be like to wake up to Sam Winchester 

Pairings: Sam x Reader

Warnings: This is sex...its not explicit, but its sex. 

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The sunlight shining through the motel room window is what woke you. You groaned and rolled over, bumping into Sam. He was laying on his stomach, his arm under his head. You smiled at his messy hair falling into his face. You reached over and pushed his hair out of his face, hearing him let out a breathy groan. You watched the sunlight dance across his face. You wiggled towards him, his arms instinctively reached out and pulled you towards him. You rolled into his chest, feeling his skin against yours. You heard him moan, feeling his chest rumble. You were completely caught up in his touch. His lips moving against your chest. His fingers trailed down your sides, squeezing your hips. He rolled on top of you and the whole world fell away. The weight of him driving you crazy. Your hips rolled against his causing him to drag his teeth over your neck. His hands pulled your clothes off, slowly and lovingly. Your hands moved to his boxers, playing with the waistband before pulling them down his legs. His lips moved down your entire body before he took off your shorts. His teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your thigh. He was surrounding you and you were melting into him. There was nothing left to do but breathe. Letting the air fill your lungs, coming in faster and faster. You were completely swept away. Feeling him against you, holding you. Your thoughts left you, drifting away with the breeze. His breath was fanning over your skin, washing over you. You felt everything in a slow and steady rush, letting it saturate you. All your walls came tumbling down. Everything you put up to protect yourself from the outside fell with a crushing and resound silence. You could feel your heart waking in your chest. Hear his heart beating in time with yours. His fingertips gently touched your cheek as his hazel eyes looked into yours, his skin moving over yours. His fingers wrapped around the back of your neck, twisting your hair between them. His lips roamed yours. His tongue tasting every inch of you. There was no need for words. No need to interrupt the moment. Nothing could bring you closer than you were right now. Your fingers felt the muscles of his back contract under them as he pushed inside you. All you could do was focus on the rush building inside you. You never wanted to leave this bed. All you craved was him like this forever. All the bad didn’t matter. All the heartache and pain melted away when you were with Sam. You felt the good in the world. Everything you were fighting for made sense. Just breathe.  

[goodwriterwithbadhabits]

Little Bat Boy

I loved writing this! Fluffy vampires and Sammy, a win-win!!

Master List 

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Your hums filled the air as you danced across the bakery floor, broom in hand as you swept the dirt from the day away. The setting sun cast a fiery glow through the display window, illuminating the room in shades of orange. 

“So watch me bring the fire, set the night alight.” Your voice echoes off the display cases, amplifying it slightly. You hope for a second you don’t end up waking your sleeping boyfriend a few floors above. “Shining through the city with a little funk and soul.” You sweep the last of the dirt out the front door, dancing your way back to the supply closet. You finally head back to the kitchen, glancing up the stairs to make sure Sammy was still asleep, you begin to prep the breads for the following day. 

You’re used to him sneaking up on you, his superspeed and crazy agility gave him that ability. That doesn’t mean you don’t jump when you feel his hands wrapping around your waist. 

“Imma light it up like dynamite.” He sings sleepily, voice much deeper than usual. “You’ve had that song stuck in my head all day.” You chuckle as you carefully set the dough into the resting bowls. 

“Well you had Shoot Me stuck in my head all last night, so this was payback.” You can feel his smile against the skin of your neck, though he doesn’t respond. “Did you sleep well?” 

“How could I not?” He presses a soft kiss to your carotid artery. “The smell of all these goodies, a warm bed, and a full belly.” Another kiss. “Besides, I was drowning in the smell of you. I was almost drunk.” His lips part against your skin, and you huff in annoyance as his fangs brush against you. 

“If you bite me, I’m breaking up with you.” Sammy pulls away with a whine, stomping his feet like a child. 

“You can’t threaten me with that, we're soulmates, you’re stuck with me forever.” He whines, boosting himself up onto the counter and grabbing one of the leftover meat pies. You finally turn to face him, finding him shirtless and pouting, eyes still barely open.

“Not if I just kill you!” You respond cheerily, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Or I die anyway.”

“Don’t even threaten that.” He whines again, “Why won’t you let me turn you? You’re going to be older than me soon, technically.” You dust the flour from your hands, patting his cheek softly. 

“I’m not ready just yet.” 

“Promise me soon?” He looks at you properly, eyes shining. You can’t help the soft smile that paints itself onto your face at the sight. Sammy wasn’t a very old vampire, maybe only about 50 in mortal years, but sometimes you wondered if he was really that old. He was still a child at heart, and ever since you had found each other you sincerely doubted his real age. 

You didn’t doubt the vampire thing, seeing as the first time you had met was when he had tried to kill you. But the past {two years ago} is in the past. 

“Soon, my little bat boy.” You assure him, patting his cheek and leaving a smear of white. 

“Ah, come on babe, don’t call me that.”  He wipes at his face frantically, trying to get the last of the flour off.  

“Don’t whine so much, you’ll end up getting wrinkles, and they’ll be forever.” 

“I think you’re the only person in the world who has the chance to be with her soulmate forever and still postpone it.” He huffs, leaning back to watch you clean your workstation. 

“You have told me two things in the years you’ve known me that have stuck with me.” You reply, turning to face him again. You hold up one finger, locking eyes with him, “One, that the process for turning hurts worse than any pain a person can imagine. Worse than broken bones, than heartbreak, worse than even childbirth, and even then, a person can still die from it.” He nods, looking away as you put another finger up. “And two, that to see me hurting, even just a fraction, would feel like turning all over again.” His shoulders sink as he realizes what you’re trying to say. You walk closer to him, using your extended fingers to tilt his chin towards yourself. Finally looking him in the eyes you smile softly. “Maybe I’m not ready to put you through that pain again.” 

“It won’t be the same if someone else does it.” He sighs, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “We will both hurt if it happens.” 

“But for now, we are happy and together. So let's just be that, okay?” He nods, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips. 

“I can do that. Now come on, I’ll cuddle you to sleep before I go hunting.” He pushes you away slightly, holding onto one of the ties of your apron to untie it. “Lets go, flour patch kid.”

“Oh and my nicknames are bad.”

[wildernessuntothemselves]

The Rose Masterlist

That Boy is a Monster

[paige-in-a-story]

Imagine: Sam and Dean having to tell you that your twin brother, Jack is dead.

A/N: Inspired by 14x20, and this imagine will contain major spoilers and major angst! Happy Summer! 

Cas couldn’t handle facing you, and as bad as he felt not bearing his weight, Sam and Dean insisted to him that they could handle it. 

Cas needed to take time, to be alone and grieve. Everyone grieves differently, and Jack he was different than everyone else to Cas. 

It would be just the same if it was you. 

Though, you hadn’t known for sure yet, something felt off with you, the moment that Chuck burned Jack’s eyes out. 

You couldn’t put your finger on it, and you hoped that Sam and Dean were going to bring Jack home to you, the real Jack. You didn’t know the full extent of things and Sam and Dean didn’t want to tell you, not just yet. 

You knew Jack wasn’t right, but you didn’t how messed up he was, and how things had gotten. 

When you heard the bunker door open, at the top of the stairs revealing Sam and Dean, and you greeted them, like you always did. 

When you saw the look in their eyes, and picked up on the fact that there was no Cas and Jack. 

“Hey Sam! Hey Dean! Where’s...?” Sam and Dean both knew who were you asking for. They both blinked back their tears at the thought. 

“Hey Y/N, we need to talk about Jack...you might wanna sit down.” Dean said to you, as they lead you to the library. 

You could hear the pain in their voice alone, something was terribly wrong. Your heart felt as dropped down into your stomach. As you sat down, you nervously bit down on your bottom lip, as you tried preparing yourself for the worse possible news. 

“Y/N there is no real easy way to say this but Jack, he’s dead.” After Sam said that to you, followed with a long sigh. You couldn’t hear anything else that Sam and Dean said. You saw their mouths moving but you couldn’t hear the words coming out. 

All you heard was, 

Jack is dead. 

Jack is dead. 

Jack is dead. 

And you didn’t know how you were going to live. 

Because a part of you died that day. 

The End...? 

[obsessingovertomanyfandoms]

Awe of course I will do this @stevieboyharrington 😊 thanks for tagging me to list my celebrity crushes❤

1.) Jared Padalecki (Just look at him omg😍)

2.)Joe Keery ( he's my daddy😂)

3.) Chandler Riggs (what can I say I like guys with beautiful hair)

4.)Tyler Hoechlin ( I want to have his babies💖😂)

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[supernaturalfreewill]

"Listen up, asshole!" Sam slammed his hand down on the table and the man on the other side jumped. "This isn't good cop/bad cop. This is bad cop/worse cop. And trust me, you don't want to find out which is which. So I suggest you think real hard before you answer my next question!"

It was at about that point in the interview that you mentally checked out... Something about Sam being so assertive had you floating in your head for the next ten minutes and it wasn't until you both stepped back out into the hall that the spell seemed to break. Was it hot in here? You didn't even know if you'd gotten the info you needed for the case, but you assumed so since Sam seemed to be leading you back toward the parking lot.

"What happened to you back there?" he asked as you stepped out into the bright sunshine.

"Hmm? What do you mean?" you asked.

He laughed lightly. "You sort of dropped off the radar during the interview. Felt like I was in there alone toward the end." He pulled out the keys and made a beeline for the car.

"Oh..." Your cheeks flushed and your mind wandered back to Sam really taking control with that guy and—oh, shit. You were floating away in your head again...

"...Are you okay?" Sam was asking you, concern painting his features.

"Huh? No—YES! I mean, yes. Yes, I'm fine," you said, laughing nervously. You tugged at the collar of your shirt which suddenly seemed like it was suffocating you.

"...Are you feeling okay?" he asked, his usual sweet and concerned self.

Your cheeks were still flushed. You could feel the heat. "Yeah. Yeah... I think I just needed some air. It was stuffy in the station."

Sam cocked an eyebrow at you and continued unlocking the car. "Okay... it just isn't like you to fade out like that with a witness on a case. You're sure you're alright? You look a little flushed..."

"I just—must not have drank enough water today or something. I don't know," you murmured, praying he would drop it.

"Well, what did you think?" he asked as you both slipped into the car.

"Uhh... about... ?"

Now, Sam stopped halfway to putting the key in the ignition and he turned completely and stared at you, his brow deeply furrowed. "Alright, what's going on? You're never this checked out on a case!"

You mouthed wordlessly for a moment, shrugging. "I—I—"

"You're seriously starting to worry me!" he interrupted.

You put a hand up to your face. "Oh my God," you murmured to yourself.

"What?" he pressed you, gentle but insistent.

"I've never seen you do aggressive bad cop before!" you burst out. "It was—" you searched for the right word that would make this less soul-crushingly embarrassing. "—distracting!" you said, your cheeks burning with another blush. "Fuck," you muttered behind your hand again. "Happy now?!"

Sam look perplexed for a long moment and then let out a relieved laugh, before starting the car. "Wow. Uhh... I didn't know that was your thing," he said quietly, nervously laughing again.

You slumped in your seat. Dear God, please strike me with a lightning bolt. "Well, me either," you said, avoiding his eyes. "It—took me by surprise!"

Sam laughed again to himself. "Filing this away for future use," he joked, shooting a sideways glance at you, smiling.

You sighed and shook your head. "Promise me one thing, Sam."

"What's that?"

"Not a word of this to Dean..."

He laughed again. "I promise. I couldn't do that to you."

"Thank you," you sighed with relief.

Prompt: "This isn't good cop/bad cop. This is bad cop/worse cop. And trust me, you don't want to find out which is which."

[supernaturalfreewill]

"Huh," Sam said suddenly.

You glanced over at him. "What?"

"I—I think that's the first time I've seen a sincere smile on your face."

You cocked your head at him and let out a small laugh. "How dare you! My smile's are always—"

He interrupted you with a laugh of his own. "It looked nice," he said warmly. "You should smile like that more often."

Your cheeks warmed with blush and you ducked your eyes. "Well... somebody is going to have to keep giving me reasons to then."

Sam nodded, smiling widely. "I'll do my best."