Supernatural Imagines

What's After Best Friends? (Sam)

You saw Dean sitting at a library table and decided to tease him a bit. "Hey Dean," You said as you sat on the table, dangling your legs on the side.

"Hey [y/n], what's... Up?" As he talked you lightly touched his arm, making the hair on his arm stand up. He hasn't brought any girl or slept with one for a long time. You knew he was in the mood for something interesting.

"W-What are you doing?" He said, scratching his neck as an excuse to remove his hand. You grinned, "I'm-"

You turned to the library entrance to see Sam enter the room. "Hello Sam!" You greeted and he smiled. He was a bit weirded out by how you sat on the table next to Dean. He shrugged it off and sat on the next table. He opened the book he had in his hands and started reading.

"Deeeaaannn," You sort of moaned, making Sam flinch a bit, "I'm bored. Entertain me!" You peeked towards Sam, who was finding it hard to ignore your behavior. He's had this huge crush on you ever since he had met you.

You got up and hugged his neck from behind. Dean started to feel hot, you made sure to hold your laughter in. Dean knew what you were playing at and he played along as we.

"You're bored? Okay, I only have one thing to do," Dean said and got up suddenly. He picked you up bridal style and you screamed from the unexpectedness.

"One night with me, that's what you asked for," Dean said and he moved his head closer. He was about to kiss you and you would do it happily, but Sam got up from his seat and stormed out of the library.

"Sam? Sammy?" You called out. There was no response and you looked at Dean, "Put me down." He did as he was told and you followed Sam's path, hearing his bedroom door slam shut, which made you jump a bit. Hesitantly, you opened the door to find him sitting on the edge of his bed with his face in his hands. "Sam..." You said softly.

"Why aren't you with Dean right now huh? Go have the time of your life," Sam said harshly, causing you to feel hurt. He looked up and ran his hands through his hair. A snappy Sam wasn't going to make you storm out of the room.

You sat on the bed next to him, knees barely touching. "What's wrong Samsquatch?" You used your nickname for him. He smiled a bit but it was gone as soon as it came.

"Nothing... I'm fine," He sort of mumbled. You nudged him with your shoulder, "No you're not. I know when Sammy's sad." You reached to pinch his cheek but he moved away, leaving you sad.

"Oh come on Sam, talk to me," You requested and he sighed. "How do you expect me to act normal when you're all over Dean like that? That too infront of me," He grew a bit loud. He sounded heartbroken.

"What...?" You couldn't believe what you were hearing. "How do you expect me to ignore you? I can't ignore you because... You're the reason I have a smile on my face, even in the darkest times," Sam said, "If I ignore you, I'll..."

You held his hand and squeezed it. Sam shifted a bit, become tense from your touch. "Sam, do you like me?" You questioned, looking him in the eye. He looked at you but looked away quickly as if avoiding your stare and the question.

"Sammy... I was just having fun with Dean. I wasn't going to actually sleep with him. You of all people should know that Dean and I will never be more than best friends," You said and moved closer, shoulders touching, "With you... It could go more further."

He looked at you with raised eyebrows. He didn't expect you to say that. He always thought that you had a thing for his older brother.

"Would you like that? Having something more?" You asked and smiled softly. Sam placed a strand of hair behind your ear, "Yes [y/n], I would. I'd like it a lot."

You moved closer to him and for the first time, you genuinely wanted to kiss someone, and not just for the fun of it.

You kept telling yourself to savor the moment, and that's exactly what you did.