Supernatural Imagines

Drunk Challenges Sam Winchester X Reader

Requested by fucking me bc watch the video in the media box up top and you'll see where the fuck I got this extraordinary idea from bc who the fuck doesn't love Jenna Marbles. I loved her before i even knew what fandoms were now that is dedication. Plus the last few Sam oneshots and in general the last few oneshots have been kinda really fucking sad so why not a happy one! I promise no tricks or douche-baggery this time okay.

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Dean ran down into the bunker kitchen, his boots pounding against the tile. Sam, (Y/N), and himself had just gotten home from a hunt. Dean was covered from head to toe in monster blood and guts. Sure, ripping the werewolf in half with a chainsaw wasn't the most formidable option, but when the last of the silver bullets are used and there were no silver, stabby objects laying around, extreme measures had to be taken. Dean had called the shower first when he got home, since he couldn't exactly enjoy his beer... beers to the fullest smelling like rotting innards. With his freshly washed robe wrapped around his now clean body, Dean opened the fridge. Only to find disappointment.

"SAM!"Dean hollered, storming to his little brother's room, he threw open the door.

"Dean? What? Are you hurt? Why do you look so angry?" Sam asked, putting down his laptop.

"Where the hell is it?" Dean demanded.

"Your what? Virginity?" Sam joked, laughing.

"Sam this is no time to screw around, where did it go?"

"It's probably in one of our high school's bathrooms. Or maybe a hot chick's house, I don't remember-"

"My beer dammit! Did you drink it all already or what? It's only been like an hour!" Dean was starting to panic, his dependency on this substance was really getting out of hand.

"I never touched the thing since you bought it. Come to think of it, I haven't really been in the kitchen lately." Sam explained.

"Yeah yeah well cough it up, I need my late night medication."

"Dude I told you I don't have it." Sam shrugged. "Maybe you drank it all and forgot."

"No, no I always keep track of my beer." Dean shook his head. "So where is it?"

"I told you already, I don't have it. I haven't had one in a while." Sam sat back down on his bed, bringing his laptop on his legs and ignoring his brother.

"Bullshit, you gotta-"

Loud and obnoxious laughter could be heard from down the hall. The two brothers got up to go inspect, the sound leading them right in front of your door.

"Could she...?" Sam asked.

"No, no, (Y/N) hardly drinks. When she does it's the good stuff, not beer." Dean brushed it off.

"Then why does it sound like she is drunk?"Sam looked down at his brother in skepticism.

Dean opened the door to find you rolling around on the ground, your laptop off to the side with a Jenna Marbles video playing in the background to all your laughter.

"(Y/N) what the hell!" Dean saw the empty beer bottles laying around you.

You sat up, a puzzled look on your face as you saw the boys in your room. "Dean? Sam? The fuck ya doin here?"

"Well you're being incredibly loud and you are hammered and who is this?" Sam picked up your laptop, watching the video. "Oh... oh god. She just touched his-"

"His sack! Oh my god isn't it just the most funny thing ever!?" You quickly stood up, making you sway back and forth, eventually leaning against Sam for support. The two of you watched the video in both disgust and fascination.