•Imagine:
Sam laying down on the couch. He lay flat on his stomach, his face buried deep in a pillow. "Sam." You said, gently nudging him. "Sam!" You yelled a bit louder. He slowly turned his head toward you. You saw a few scratches across his face, his eye black. He turned back into the pillow. You leaned down and put a hand on his back. You said softly, "What happened Sam?" "Dean and I had. Fight. He just stormed out." You glanced around the room. "What about Cas?" You asked. "He tried to break us up, but he couldn't, so he just left. I don't know where he went." You went to the kitchen to retrieve ice and the first aid kit. You sat Sam up and began fixing him up. "He really beat the shit out of you." You tell Sam. "You should see him." He says. You dabbed at a cut on his lower lip as he winced. "I'm sorry." You told Sam. "This'll make it better." Sam said. He tilted your face toward his, giving you a gentle kiss. You pulled back, a little less than stunned. You fixed him up well before saying, "You're a trooper Sam." He said. Sam kissed you again.
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Supernatural Imagines
FanfictionSo you know what an imagine is? Its where you create a scene, preferably romantic n stuff, about you and someone else. It can be anyone, most people use someone from one of their fandoms. This one is for Supernatural and I might do more stories for...
