Supernatural Imagines

Sam Imagine

Imagine getting cursed by a witch and Sam finding out your feelings for him

You run into the casual house, blade in hand, Sam and Dean behind you. You que them to run into the back, so she can't escape. You pick the front door lock and tip toe in, and into the living room. The room felt eery, and you immediately turned around to leave and came face to face with the witch. She looked quite normal, beautiful actually.

She started chanting old latin. "Ani ombis terfain secet omni onte!" and blew powered in your face. You had a coughing fit and by the time the boys arrived and you were able to see again the witch was gone.

"Y\N are you alright?" Sam says rushing to your aid and Dean searching the rest of the house.

"That bitch said some mumbo jumbo and blew fairy dust in my face." You say wiping your eyes and cheeks.

"Son of a bitch. She's gone." Dean mumbled walking in.

You all headed back to the car and drove back to the motel room you were currently at. While getting out of the car you twisted your ankle a bit and whimpered.

"Are you ok?" Dean asked.

"No." You answered too quickly. That's strange, usually you would hide if you got hurt because you didn't want to draw attention.

He shrugged and carried your bag inside. You walked inside and Sam came up to you.

"Y\N are you sure you're ok?"

'Yes' said your mind, but your lips said "no." A hand flew to your mouth and you finally realized it.

"Sam I think the witch cursed me. I can't lie." You say and his eyes go wide, a small frown appearing on his face. You tell Dean and he chuckled.

"Hey Y\N if you can't lie then tell me this." He raised his eyebrows and smirked. Oh no.

"Which one of us do you like better?" He pointed to Sam and you mentally hated yourself for taking the front.

"Sam." You blurted out and looked down from embarassment.

"Do you think Sam is smart?"

"Yes." You blurted again.

"Do you think Sam is hot?"

"Yes very." You blurted louder and blushed like mad.

"Do you-"

"Dean thats enough!" Sam interupts dean but dean goes ahead anyway

"Do you love Sam?" He grins.

"YES." You yell, tears in your eyes. Why did he have to be such an arse? Sam doesn't even like you back and now he knows your deepest secret. Great.

Both boys jaws are hanging and your tears finally slip down your flushed cheeks. You run for the door and rip it open, then run into the cold night, and into the trees surrounding the motel. When you get to a secluded area of the forest you sob your heart out and let your thoughts take your mind.

He'll never like me now.

I will probably have to leave.

Why did the witch pick me?

WHY WAS DEAN SUCK A FUCKING ARSE?

A warm hand was placed on your shoulder and flinched and backed away. When you saw it was Sam your heart sank but also fluttered.

"Y\N i'm sorry dean was being such a jerk back there." You wiped your eyes and nodded.

"So do you really love me?" He asked and you nodded again.

He stepped closer and you allowed him to pull you into a big, warm Sam Winchester hug. "I love you too. Since the day I met you to be exact." He said looking down to you.

"R-really?" You asked into his chest.

"I couldn't tell a lie." He smirked. You gave a little glare but soon started to lean into his face, and soon you placed a tender, lustful kiss on his lips. His hands cupped your face, and your hand flew to the back of his neck, pulling him closer into the kiss.

After a bit of a makeout session you two walked back hand in hand into the motel room. Dean smirked when you entered, as did you. You walked up to his as if you were going to say thank you, but instead punched him as hard as you could on his arm. He screamed in pain and Sam smiled and whispered to himself;

"Thats my girl."

Hope you enjoyed, i really liked this one. Please vote or comment if you liked it. :)

-CW