Supernatural Imagines

Family Imagine

Imagine spending Christmas Eve with the Winchesters, Angels, demon and friends.

Also it has Samxreader in it.

The warm smell of sugar and gingerbread cookies filled your senses, and the blast of hot air warmed your face and shoulders.

Pulling the two trays of cookies out you sighed happily at yet another perfect batch of cookies.

Behind your back Gabriel and Dean slithered silently to the kitchen counter where the cookies lay.

As their eyes travelled between the cookies and your back, they lowered their hands to pick up a freshly baked cookie like one of those prize toy cranes.

Quickly you turned around and slapped their hands away and gave them a glare, making them shrink down into the floor.

"If you boys sneak one more cookie you're not having another cookie until New Years!" You say taking one and breaking it in half to give to the boys. They nod and take the cookie pieces from your hand, then scurry away to other rooms in the bunker. Even if you were the smallest you were the boss of the bunker.

Castiel walks around the corner and genuinely smiles. "It smells rather delicious Y/N." He chimes and sits at the table.

"Thanks Cas." You appreciate his kindness that he always presents to you. "Do you want to help me decorate the gingerbread men?" You ask and he nods happily, picking up one of the icing bags you had prepared before. You show him how to decorate the gingerbreads and you put sprinkles onto the last batch of Christmas tree shaped sugar cookies.

"Balthazar!" You call, remembering something. He pops into the kitchen, arms comfortably crossed over his chest.

"Yes darling?"

"Balth I need you to get egg nog. One chocolate, one regular, and one with alcohol. Kay?" You ask, sliding the tray of unbaked cookies into the oven.

"Of course." He responds and is out of the kitchen within a second.

"Crowley!" You call next, cleaning up the tables and putting away all the baking ingredients.

"I take it that it's time for turkey." He says, tying a red apron that says 'the Devils cooking' on it around his waist. You giggle and nod.

As Castiel puts cookies into containers and onto plates, Crowley and you chop and crush ingredients for the savoury stuffing and turkey. (Sorry if you're vegetarian, just imagine it's a tofu turkey.) Fresh herbs top the turkey and you put it into the oven on a slow roast setting so the flavours really soak in.

Softly humming a popular Christmas song "white Christmas" lucifer walks in and takes advantage.

"I'm dreaming of a while Christmas, just like the ones I used to know!" He sings, stalking around the kitchen and slipping an arm around Castiel's shoulders.

You look back and roll your eyes smiling to yourself.

"What, I thought you liked my singing!" He said and put a hand to his heart as if he was hurt.

"I do Luci, but right now you should be turning on the real music." You say, and start to sway lightly when the music filled the air.

You thanked him and everyone filed out to the living room. When everyone had sat down, Sam came behind you and put his hands onto your shoulders. You looked up at him and he gave you a quick smooch. Dean fake gagged and rolled his eyes, but you brushed it off and cleared your throat.

"I just want to thank everyone, really. You guys are one of the best things that has ever happened to me. Your smiles and jokes can always cheer me up and everyone has been so helpful to me. Look around at each other, because you guys are my true family. Merry Chri-" you say, but were interrupted when you grabbed your bloated and swollen belly.

Everyone jumped up, and surrounded you.

"Y/N are you ok?!" Charlie asks, dipping down to your level.

Breathing a deep breath you assure them all that you were ok.

"I'm ok, it's just that the baby wants to beat mommy up." You sigh and let Sam and Gabriel help you to the couch.

A groan escapes your lips as the baby kicks your side again. To reassure everyone, you asked;

"Does anyone want to feel?"

Kevin nodded and outstretched his hand. You gently took it and placed it at your side, just below your ribs. The baby kicked again and it almost startled Kevin, but he quickly recovered and smiled happily, fascinated by the liveliness of the baby.

After Kevin, everyone took a turn, their eyes sparking up as the baby kicked and pushed up again their hands.

Lastly, Sam came up and gently started to rub his big hand around your belly.

"Earth to baby, this is daddy speaking." He said softly, putting an ear to your belly. "You take it easy on mommy, she's working hard for you and me. I can't wait to see you out and in my arms. I love you baby." He kisses your belly and looks up to you, his eyes a bit watery.

"Merry Christmas moose." You say, your eyes drooping down from fatigue.

"You've given me the best Christmas ever Y/N. I love you."

"I love you..." You whisper back and drift into a soft snooze. Sam kisses your forehead and pulls up a blanket to your mid waist.

There you sleep to soft Christmas music and the smell of cookies and pine floating around the air. The dim glow from the fire and Christmas tree lights make the room the perfect lighting.

The men all do their part to make this Christmas perfect-for you and the baby.

Merry Christmas everyone! If you don't celebrate Christmas then happy whatever you celebrate or if you don't then you don't. I just want to say I am thankful for every single one of you, and it's true. Watt pad is something that I can do that I enjoy. So thank you!

Should I do a part two? If so then comment and pick a number(scenario).

1. The reader goes into labour and the baby is born on Christmas.

2. Christmas Day celebration and presents and dinner.

3. None of the above. (I'll just write something else)

Thank you and love yous!

-CW