I have been feeling really sad lately because my mother is diagnosed with cancer and it's really hard so I was wondering if you can do an imagine for me when Sam is really mean to you because he thinks you like dean? Please I read your imagines in the hospital and I have to take counseling.
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Hi. I’m so sorry to hear that. If you ever want to talk, my ask box is open. And I really hope this imagine helps, even if only a tiny bit.
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You walked into the bunker, your arms loaded with shopping bags. “Hey, Sam?” you called out, peering over the top of the bags to where Sam was sitting on the couch. “Do you reckon you could help me carry some of these bags in?”
“Why don’t you just ask Dean?” he asked harshly, standing up and turning to head out of the room. His mouth was set in a hard line and his shoulders were stiff with tension.
“Why would I ask Dean?” you questioned, dropping the bags down on the kitchen counter. “He’s all the way on the other side of the bunker.” Sam whipped around, turning to face you with a furious expression.
“Oh, I don’t know. You just seem to be doing everything with him these days. Why not add packing away the groceries to the list?”
“What the hell, Sam?” You strode over to him, your hands planted on your hips. “Dean’s my friend. I hang out with him sometimes. I don’t see why it’s any of your business,” you added, jabbing your finger at him on the word ‘your’.
“I just think that if you want to get in his pants, you could be a little more subtle about it,” he spat. You staggered back, his words a slap in the face. You gaped at him. Where was the Sam you knew, the one who was always so sweet?
“Sam!” you exclaimed. “What the hell is wrong with you? How could you say something like that?” Your heart ached, and you knew that your face must’ve mapped out an expression of hurt. Sam noticed this and his own expression softened slightly, his hand reaching out to brush against your arm.
“Y/N -”
“No!” You slapped his arm away. “You can’t just be horrible to me and then expect to make it all go away by touching my arm as some kind of peace offering!”
“I know, Y/N. And I shouldn’t have said what I did. I’m sorry,” he apologised, his eyes gazing at you sorrowfully.
You folded your arms across your chest. “Then why did you?” He didn’t answer and you cocked an eyebrow at him, waiting impatiently for an explanation. “Any time now, Sam.”
Sam glanced away, biting his lip in frustration. He turned back to you, evidently uncomfortable at having to provide an explanation. “I was jealous,” he burst out. “Happy?”
You dropped your arms, staring at him in surprise. Of all the responses you had predicted would come from him, this was one that had never been on the list. “You were what?”
“I was jealous, alright?” Sam repeated, clearly wishing for a change in subject. You straightened up, a slight grin curling the edges of your mouth.
“And why would you be jealous?” you asked in mock innocence, secretly pleased at Sam’s discomfort.
“Because I like you!” he exclaimed. “There. I said it. Is that good enough for you? I thought that the reason you and Dean have been hanging out so much was because you liked him. And I got angry because I like you, and it would kill me to see you start dating my brother!” He stopped, his chest heaving from his outburst. You stepped up to him, a full-blown grin now spread across your face.
“Do you want to know the real reason I’ve been spending so much time with Dean lately?” Sam nodded almost imperceptibly, seeming to dread what was going to come next. You stood up on your tiptoes, stretching up so that your mouth was in line with his ear. “I was getting his advice on how to ask you out,” you whispered.
“You - what?” Sam asked, staring at you in disbelief. “So this whole time I’ve been jealous of the two of you, I should’ve just come straight out and told you how I feel?”
You paused for a moment with your finger against your lips, pretending to contemplate his words. “Pretty much, yeah,” you told him.
“God, I’m such an idiot,” he moaned, covering his face with his hands. You grabbed his wrists, pulling his hands away so that you could see him properly.
“I know,” you agreed, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. “Now help me with the rest of the groceries.”
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