could you write about the reader being in the shower or just getting done & be walking around the bunker in a towel and the boys walk in on you whilst running lotion on ? or you know something of that sort. :)
Anonymous
Hi. Sorry for the wait! This definitely wasn’t one of my best works, but I think my description and imagery are getting a little better, at least.
I hope you like it!
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You stood beneath the shower head, the water running in rivulets down your skin. The steam was filling up the bathroom, rising up from your body. You hummed to yourself as you massaged the shampoo into your scalp, before rinsing your hair out and moving on to the conditioner.
When it had all been washed from your hair, you stuck out your hand to turn off the tap. The steady stream of water stopped and you stepped out of the shower, shivering at the sudden change in temperature. You grabbed the towel off the rack, rubbing it over yourself to dry off. When most of the droplets had disappeared from your skin, you wrapped it around you, tucking in the end so that it wouldn’t come undone.
“Damn,” you muttered, rummaging through the cabinets. You couldn’t find your lotion anywhere and you realised too late that you had run out just yesterday, and the new bottle you had bought was still sitting on the kitchen table with the rest of the shopping that was yet to be put away.
Switching off the light, you padded out of the bathroom and towards the kitchen. Sam and Dean were out, so you weren’t worried about anyone seeing you. By the time you had retrieved your lotion, you couldn’t be bothered to head back to the bathroom, so you plonked yourself down on one of the chairs and decided to do it there.
You were just rubbing some of the cream onto your leg when you heard a door slam, followed by voices and footsteps coming down the stairs. You froze, but before you had a chance to go anywhere, the boys entered the room.
“Hey-” Sam began, stopping abruptly when he saw what you were doing. Beside him, Dean had also come to a halt, and both boys were shifting their gazes around the room, looking at anything but you. Sam cleared his throat. “Well, uh, we’re back.”
“That’s for that, Captain Obvious,” you answered, trying to hide your embarrassment as you straightened the towel around you to make sure it covered everything.
“So…why are you…you know,” Dean stuttered, clearly at a loss for words.
“Putting on lotion in the kitchen?” you asked. When he nodded, you continued. “I just had a shower and I’d left it in here. I figured that since you guys weren’t home…”
“Right. Sorry about barging in,” Sam apologised hastily. His cheeks were still a bit pink, and he was clearly mortified. Not that he was the only one, of course.
“You know what?” You stood up, grabbing the bottle of lotion, the bane of your existence at the present moment. “I’m just gonna to go finish this in my bedroom. Maybe put some clothes on while I’m at it,” you added as an afterthought. You pushed past them, scurrying towards your room. As you went, you could feel their eyes on you, but they quickly shifted their eyes away when you glanced back at them.
When you finally shut your bedroom door, you leaned against the back of it and let out a sigh. When they had gotten over their embarrassment, they were never going to let you live this down.
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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.”
—-
“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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