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Sam Imagine

" You can't tell Sam a thing I just told you, Dean. Nothing." You whisper shouted. Dean raised his eyebrow at you as he stuffed a few more pieces of bacon in his mouth. "So you're telling me that you took pictures of Sam when he was sleeping? That's just fucking creepy (y,n)." Dean said.

"Dean, c'mon you know it wasn't to be creepy. I have a reason. Just keep your bacon-filled mouth shut ok. "You lightly scolded. "It better be a damn good reason." He retorts.

You swiped a piece of bacon off his plate, and he looked at you like he was offended. You just winked and gave him a laugh.

You made the brisk walk down the hall and to your room. You face planted on the bed and sighed before rolling over onto your back.

"Alright, get up (y,n)." You told yourself. Sighing, you sat up and went to the drawer by your bed. You opened the drawer and picked up a small glass floral box. It was one your mother gave you before she died and you had kept it. You collected all of your photos in it.

You looked into the box and saw a bunch of photos you had taken of and with the boys. They always hated getting their pictures taken, but you always convinced them to take them with you. You smiled at them seeing a photo of Sam, Dean, and Jack. You were on Sam's back with a smile on your face. Sam looked up at you in amusement. Dean haphazardly held Jack on his back and Jack smiled broadly. It was one of your favorite photos. Then came the picture of you and Cas. You remember Dean had the camera and took a picture of you and him.

A rare smile on his face and your arms wrapped around him. You smiled up at him. Cas was your best friend and you always were very close. Dean snapped the picture at the perfect time seeing as those happy moments didn't come often.

Then came the picture most recently taken. It was a picture of Sam sleeping, you had put a fake mustache on him and braided his hair. You even put lipstick on him. Luckily you wiped it off without him waking up. You laughed at the picture and smiled. You had a similar picture of Dean. - Sam had heard you laughing from the hall and looked through the crack in the door. He knocked on the doorframe, and your laughter ceased. You snapped your head in his direction.

"Oh, hey Sam!" You exclaimed. Putting the pictures back hastily. "What are you doing?" He quizzed curiously.

"Oh nothing, nothing..." you trailed off. He looked at you in confusion. "Alright just making sure." You nodded and gave him a smile.

He smiled back and walked out. You sighed before grabbing the scrapbook you had begun to make a while ago.

You actually made two. One for Dean and you're finishing the one for Sam right now.

You put on some music, then began to finish your work.

-- a few hours later--

You had just finished Sam's book. You sprung off of your bed and grabbed both books.

You made your way to Dean's room and knocked on the door, hearing the TV playing. He opened the door and saw you with a giddy smile as you clutched the book tightly to yourself. "I made something for you, is it alright if I come in?" You asked excitedly but still being polite and respecting his space. The boys always appreciated that from you.

He gave you a nod and stepped to the side to let you pass by. You practically leaped into the room and sat on his bed. "What's this all about, what did you make?" He asked.

Happily, you thrust the book at him. He leaned back when you pushed the book so quickly towards him. He took it from your hands and slowly opened it.

The first page was a small note to him.

" Dean, I feel like I never say this enough. I am the luckiest girl in the world to have you in my life. I really couldn't ask for a better friend and well pretty much big brother. You are and always have been, always will be an inspiration to me every day. You're strong and so sweet. You sneak out with me to go get the most unhealthy food so we can find and binge all the horror movies we can. You truly are one of the most remarkable men I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. Thanks for every memory we've made, and we will make. Love (y,n)"