Hey, how are you? Good. Can I please have an imagine where Sam finds the reader, his girlfriend, being insecure in the bathroom and tries to comfort her?
Hi. I’m good. How are you? I’m sorry for the wait, but it hope you like it.
Warnings; Reader is feeling very insecure.
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You sat down on the lid of the toilet, your head cradled by the palms of your hands. Tears slipped down your cheeks and dripped onto your shoes, and your shoulders shook with suppressed sobs.
“Y/N?” Sam knocked on the door. “Are you alright? You’ve been in there a while.”
“N-no, I’m f-fine,” you answered weakly, running a shaky hand through your hair.
“You don’t sound fine,” Sam observed. “Can I come in?” You reached out, fingers fumbling against the lock. It clicked, and Sam swung the door open, stepping in and looking to where you sat.
“Hey, what’s wrong, beautiful?” he asked, crouching down on the ground in front of you. You shook your head at him, unable to respond. “Come on, you can tell me.” He brought his hands up to rest on either side of your face, wiping away the tears with the pad of his thumb.
“I suck,” you told him miserably, stray strands of hair hanging down around your face. He frowned at you in confusion, tucking the wisps of hair back behind your ears.
“What are you talking about?”
You took a deep breath, readying yourself to tell him everything. All the negative thoughts, all your fears, all your insecurities. They had been building up over the past few months and were finally boiling over. “I suck at hunting,” you explained. “I always stuff up and people get hurt. I’m never going to be like you and Dean. And then whenever we go out somewhere, there are all these pretty girls eyeing you off and I just know that I can’t compare to them. One day you’re going to look at me and think, ‘why is she even my girlfriend?’” You stopped abruptly, scared that you had overloaded Sam with information and scared him off.
“Y/N, I want you to listen to me,” he told you, gazing directly into your eyes. “You are one of the best hunters I’ve ever met. And I have come across a lot in my time. And for the record, you don’t want to be like Dean and I. Just remember that we’re the guys who opened the Gates of Hell and started the Apocalypse, just to name a couple of our greatest mistakes.”
“But you’re also the guys who fixed both those things,” you pointed out.
“True,” Sam agreed, smiling ruefully. “But we wouldn’t have had to if we didn’t stuff up in the first place. And about what you said after that? I look at you everyday and wonder why I love you.” You looked down, your vision blurring, the colours running together. Your worst fear had just come true. “Hey, look at me.” Sam titled your head back up to look at him. “Every time I ask myself that, I come up with a whole list of reasons why I love you. You’re smart, funny, sweet, badass, beautiful and about a million other things. And yes, you never could compare to those other girls. Because you’re a thousand times more perfect for me then any of them could ever be.”
Your eyes swam with tears again, but this time of the happy variety. “Really?” you asked softly.
Sam smiled. “Really.”
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Can you do an imagine where the Y/N isn't like the usual super pretty girls Sam usually likes. She's tall and curvy. But she thinks she's fat because society has made her believe that. She was a overweight kid and was bullied. But maybe Sam loves her anyways? I hope he would. Please?
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Hi. I think Sam would love her anyway as well. And I’m so sorry for the wait. I hope it was worth it.
Warnings: Reader is self-conscious about her weight, there is a flashback to bullying about the reader’s weight.
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You looked around the diner at all the young, pretty waitresses. Girls with gorgeous hair, the perfect figure and who could pull off just about any look. They were the kind of girls that Sam always seemed to go for. Girls completely unlike you, with your immense height that dwarfed half the guys you met, and your curves. Well, that was the polite way of putting it. Even as a kid, you’d been bullied for being overweight.
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“Hey, Y/N!” a voice called out. You turned to find a group of popular kids a few tables away staring at you. They were the girls everyone wanted to be, and the guys everyone wanted to be with. Most of them had smirks on their faces, and a few were even whispering to each other, casting glances in your direction every few moments. You looked down at your plate, dreading how this exchange would go.
“What is it?” you called back.
Drew, the captain of the football team, stood up and began sauntering towards your table. As he passed his team mates, a few reached up to offer him high fives, whilst most of the girls giggled at him as he walked by. “My friends and I,” he began, glancing back at his table with a smirk, “were just talking to the lunch ladies, and much to our disappointment, we were told that all the doughnuts had gone.”
You crossed your arms across your body, looking down to avoid eye contact with him. “Why are you telling me this?” you asked quietly, knowing that some snide remark was sure to come.
“Well, we were told that if we wanted doughnuts, there were plenty over here at your table. Apparently you’re a regular with the lunch ladies. You’re even known to some as the ‘Doughnut Girl.’” His friends burst out laughing, cheering him on. Some even began to pound the table and chant ‘Doughnut Girl,’ causing several groups of students across the cafeteria to join in.
You bit your lip, pushing back from your table and fleeing from the cafeteria, leaving your uneaten lunch behind. “Why the rush?” Drew shouted out to you above the noise of the other students. “Was there a special at McDonald’s or something?” You picked up the pace at these words, wanting to escape the cafeteria before the tears started to stream down your face.
Finally, you locked yourself in one of the cubicles in the bathroom, the sound of ‘Doughnut Girl’ ringing in your ears.
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“Y/N? Y/N!” you jumped in your seat, looking up to see Sam staring at you from across the table. You blinked a couple of times, trying to clear the memories from your mind.
“Um, sorry, I zoned out for a bit. What were you saying?”
“I was asking which size fries you wanted,” Sam said. You turned your gaze downward, suddenly ashamed to be ordering something so fatty. Sam was one of the sweetest guys you’d ever met and although he’d never say anything, you knew that he had to be thinking the same thing your classmates had all thought. You were fat.
“Actually, I don’t think I want the fries anymore,” you told him, avoiding eye contact. You glanced down at the menu, picking the first thing that caught your eye. “I think I’ll have a garden salad instead.”
Sam cocked an eyebrow, glancing at you questioningly. “Are you sure?” When you nodded in response, he called over a waitress and placed your order. When she went off to the kitchen, Sam turned his attention back to you. “What’s wrong?”
“Why would you think something was wrong?”
“For starters, when you zoned out before, you looked pretty upset,” he answered. “And then you decided not to order the fries, even though yesterday you claimed that they were the best fries you had ever had.” Sam was looking at you intently, studying your features. “You know you can tell me if something’s up.”
“Nothing’s up. I just thought that I should probably start watching my weight,” you told him, tugging at the hem of your sweatshirt.
“What?” Sam exclaimed, looking genuinely surprised. “Why would you need to watch your weight? You’re in great shape!”
You glared at him. “Maybe diner dinners and take outs every night work for you, but not everyone can be so lucky,” you said witheringly. Sam gazed back at you in confusion, understanding slowly creeping over his features.
“You think you’re fat,” he announced. You didn’t answer, which he took as confirmation. “Y/N, why would you think that? You’re beautiful. And you have a great body! I mean, you seriously rock those curves -”
You scoffed, cutting him off. “Curvy is pretty much a synonym for fat.” You looked up to find Sam shaking his head in disbelief. He reached across the table and clasped your hands between his own.
“Y/N, I want you to listen to me right now. You are not fat,” he stated firmly. “You know what you are? Tall, curvy and beautiful. How could you possibly think otherwise?”
“Everyone I went to school with used to tell me I was fat,” you murmured, swallowing the lump in your throat. Sam looked outraged, and you continued on before he could make a comment. “They called me ‘Doughnut Girl.’ And then you always seem to go after all the skinny, model-type girls.”
Sam frowned at you, trying to read the meaning of your words. “What have I got to do with any of this?”
You smiled weakly. “I thought you were smart, Sammy.”
Realisation dawned upon him, and his fingers tightened their grip on your hands. “Y/N, do you like me?” You nodded slowly, afraid of his reaction. Your worst fears were confirmed when he started laughing. You were about to snap at him, but he started speaking again. “God, I thought my feelings were only one way!”
“Wh-what?” you asked shakily, stunned by his response.
“I’ve liked you for ages,” he explained. “You’re so smart, and funny, and kind and sexy. I never thought you could ever be interested in me.” A grin broke out across your face, and your heart picked up its pace. A waitress walked by, and you signalled to her to get her attention.
“Can I help you with anything?” she asked.
“Um, yeah,” you answered, sending a quick glance in Sam’s direction. “Do you think we could have a side of fries?”
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Thanks for reading! And you guys are all beautiful, so don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Also, I’m sorry if anyone called Drew is reading this. I’m sure you’re a lovely person.
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Can you do one where the reader and Sam are dating but Gabriel gets jealous and tries to kiss you then you and Sam have a huge fight then some fluff at the end, sorry if it sucks :(. Love your writing over read all of you stories gosh they're amazing <3
Anonymous
Hi! Thank you so much! That really means a lot to me. I’m sorry this imagine took a while to write. I hope you like it!
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You turned around at the sound of fluttering wings. “Gabriel?” you gasped, your eyes widening in shock. “What the hell? I thought you were dead!”
“Death is so…boring. Doesn’t suit me at all.”
“But how…?”
He brushed your question aside. “So many questions. Just go with it.”
You straightened up again. “Sam and Dean will probably be back soon. I suppose you could wait for them, but I don’t know how they’d react…”
“Actually,” Gabriel cut in, “it was you I was hoping to see.”
“Me? Why would you come to see me?”
“Why wouldn’t I? You’re pretty hot. I thought we could get to know one another.” Gabriel sauntered towards you, a cocky grin plastered on his face.
“Actually, I don’t know about that. I’m with Sam. I love him,” you explained, backing up until your back met the wall.
“What a shame. We could always just not tell him.” Gabriel leaned towards you, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you close.
“Gabriel -”
“What the hell is this?” Sam demanded. You looked around Gabriel to find Sam striding into the motel room, a furious expression on his face.
“I’ll take that as my cue to leave,” Gabriel announced, vanishing into thin air.
“What are you doing here, Sam?” you asked shakily. “I thought you and Dean weren’t going to be back for another half hour.”
“Oh, so that makes it okay for you to go around kissing other guys, huh?”
“No, Sam. You don’t understand -”
“You’re right,” Sam interrupted. “I don’t understand. How could you do that to me? I thought you loved me! But now you’re going around cheating on me? How long has this been going on, huh? Did you know Gabriel was still alive this whole time?”
“Sam!” you yelled. “I literally found out that he was still alive five minutes ago. And I wasn’t cheating on you! I’d never do that!”
“It didn’t look that way to me.”
“That’s because you came in at the wrong time!” you exclaimed. “Sam, he just appeared in the room and tried to kiss me. But I said no! I told him that I love you!”
“So…you aren’t cheating on me?” Sam confirmed.
You sighed in exasperation. “No, Sam, I wasn’t. Although I’ve gotta say, it kind of hurts that you don’t seem to trust me.”
“Oh, no. Of course I trust you,” Sam assured you. “It’s just…relationships don’t really work out for me. I got jealous and I assumed the worst. I’m sorry.”
Your expression softened. “Hey, it’s okay,” you told him, drawing him into your arms. “Just promise me that if anything like that happens again, you’ll hear me out first.”
“I promise. As long as you let me kill Gabriel next time I see him.”
You burst out laughing. “Good luck with that.”
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can I get "first kiss with Stanford!Sam", please? Girl, you are awesome!
Anonymous
Haha. Thanks! You’re not so bad yourself! Anyway, I’m sorry this took so long. I hope it’s what you were after.
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You ran your fingers over the spines of the books, looking for the one you needed for your paper.
“Ah, crap,” you murmured, glancing up to find that it was above your head. Standing up on tiptoes, you grabbed at it, but you lost your balance and tipped to the side. At least you started too, anyway, before strong arms reached out to steady you.
“Hey, you alright?” a voice asked.
You looked up to find a gorgeous man with hazel eyes staring down at you. “Um, yeah, I’m fine,” you breathed.
“Did you want a hand getting something down?” he asked.
You blushed. “If you could, that’d be great. I just can’t reach that book there,” you told him, pointing at the book you wanted.
“Here,” he said, handing it to you with a smile.
“Thanks…”
“Sam,” he supplied.
“Thanks, Sam. I’m Y/N, by the way.”
“Y/N. That’s a really nice name. It suits you,” Sam said.
Your blush deepened and you ducked your head so that he wouldn’t see. “Thank you. Well, I should probably be going. But thanks again for helping me out,” you said, turning away.
“Wait.” Sam’s arm reached out to touch the crook of your elbow. You turned back and looked at him expectantly. “Uh, do you think…do you think we could maybe go get some coffee or something?” he asked nervously.
A soft smile spread across your face. “I’d like that.”
Sam grinned back at you. “Let’s go then.”
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“Alright,” you began, “I’ve told you all about me. Now it’s your turn.” The two of you were seated opposite each other in a booth of a coffee shop on campus.
“Well, what do you want to know.”
“Dreams, hopes, aspirations, childhood memories. You know, the little stuff,” you joked.
Sam smiled. “Well, I’m studying law.”
“That’s a start. And I must say, I’m impressed. Fancy me meeting a law student in the library and ending up with him at a coffee shop,” you said. “So what else is there? What about your family?”
“Uh, well, it’s just my dad, my brother and I. But I haven’t seen them in a couple of years. My dad wanted me to stay and be part of the family business and I wanted to go to college. And we had a huge fight and he basically kicked me out,” he explained.
“Oh. What about your mum?”
“She died when I was 6 months old.”
“I’m so sorry, Sam. I shouldn’t have asked about all this. I mean, we just met. It really isn’t my place to be asking you all these personal questions,” you rambled. “I just wanted to get to know you and -”
You were cut off as Sam’s lips pressed against your own. For a moment, you were stunned but once your brain registered what was going on, you began to move your lips slowly against his.
After a minute, Sam pulled back, resting his forehead on yours.
“What was that?” you murmured.
“I just wanted you to know that it was alright. You didn’t do anything wrong,” he answered.
“I think you should tell me I didn’t do anything wrong more often,” you whispered. “You’re a good kisser,” you added, bringing his lips to yours once more.
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