Supernatural preferences and imagines

This Is Going To Require A Megaphone (Sam)

The pillow hit me square in the face. I looked up slowly to see Dean looking down innocently at his book. I waited until he looked up at me to see my reaction. Narrowing my eyes, I signaled I knew it was him and that I was planning my revenge.
"I'm going to pay for that, aren't I," Dean mumbled.
"Eat pillow, motherfucker!" I yelled as I threw all the pillows around me with impeccable aim.
One hit his arm, another his leg as he lept up, and the third right in the face. I squealed as he charged me, holding one of the pillows he had caught.
"There's no escape, Y/N!" He yelled, smacking me relentlessly with the pillow.
I held up my hands in surrender.
"Have mercy!"
He smacked me one more time for good measure and then stepped back, that self satisfied smirk on his face.
"That was easy," he said smugly.
I stuck out my tongue at him, causing him to laugh.
"Child," he remarked before heading back to his couch.
"I see you guys are getting a lot of research done," Sam said with a grin.
I turned around to see him behind my couch.
"Wow, when did you get here?" I asked.
"Around 'there's no escape'."
I moved over so he could sit next to me. He basically stepped over the couch, sitting his tall self down.
"What do you guys think about having a break and heading to that fancy bar that just opened?" He asked.
Dean faked a gasp.
"What? Sammy doesn't want to do research?!"
Sam glared at him.
"It's Sam. And we all need a break."
I raised a hand.
"I, for one, am happy to take advantage of this lack of judgement. Let's go!"
Dean nodded and we all went to our rooms to get ready. I decided on my tight black dress with gold lining on the edges and gold heels. With gold eyeshadow and impressive eyeliner, I was ready to go. I stepped out of my room and walked as confidently as I could to get to the impala.
"Hurry up, Y/N! We're in the car!"
"Okay, coming!" I yelled and hurried out.
I walked to the impala and slid into the back seat. Dean glanced at me and did a double take. He turned around at looked me up and down making me blush.
"Damn, Y/N, you clean up nicely," he said with a whistle.
Sam noticed his brother and turned around too. Now I was blushing even more as Sam's mouth fell slightly open. I decided I had had enough.
"Dean, turn your ass back around and drive. Sam, close your mouth you idiot, you're going to get drool on baby," I said shortly with a pointed look.
Dean smirked and turned back around and Sam looked embarrassed as he closed his mouth and did the same. We drove for a couple minutes before Dean decided to ask an awkward question.
"So, who's going to get laid tonight?"
I smacked his shoulder.
"Dean! Manners!"
He smirked at me in the rear view mirror.
"Who needs manners when you're lookin' like that?"
"Oh my god," I murmured as I looked out the window, pulling my hair in front of my face to cover my blush.
Sam's P.O.V.
"So, who's going to get laid tonight?"
I inwardly groaned as Dean asked his embarrassing question. I was still trying to get Y/N's face out of my head when I heard her smack him. I smiled slightly as she scolded him.
"Dean! Manners!"
I glanced at Dean and saw him looking at Y/N.
"Who needs manners when you're looking like that?"
I glared at Dean, but he was too busy looking at her. Some day I'll not be able to take it anymore and I'll just snap. Tell Dean off and tell Y/N I love her. My glare turns into a sad smile. Yeah, like that's going to happen. Shes obviously more into Dean or she wouldn't have cared enough to blush. I decided that I would just have to get over her. Maybe I would pull a Dean and pick up a girl at the bar. Hey, who needs Y/N anyway, she's not even that great! I told myself. But I couldn't help looking at her again and I caught myself smiling as she pulled her hair in front of her face. Who was I kidding, I'm not going to get over her anytime soon. I sighed and looked out my own window.
After a few more minutes, we were there. It was fancier then the usual bars we frequented with classier people, but, as Dean immediately pointed out, the skirts were still as short. Y/N just shook her head but I saw her slight smile. I opened the door for her and Dean and couldn't help to look her up and down as she walked in front of me. I mean, damn, she looked good. It's been forever since she wore a dress, we had been hunting like crazy. Oh, cmon Sam you're better than that, I told myself and walked forward. On the other hand, maybe I'm not. There Dean and Y/N were, his arm around her and her laughing at something he had said. I felt my heart break a little. Where they going to get together? Why did this always happen to me? I bit my lip to keep myself from doing anything stupid and walked forward again.
Your P.O.V.
"Oh my god, Dean, you're hilarious!"
"No, I'm serious! You should just tell him!" Dean said earnestly.
I shook my head still smiling at the thought of making that stupid, stupid decision. Dean continued trying to persuade me.
"He really does like you. And nothing would be better than my baby bro and my best girl getting together!"
I punched Dean in the stomach to shut him up as I saw Sam approaching.
"Ow-oh, hey Sam!"
He gave us a confused look and I could see the tension in his jaw. I stepped away from Dean and put a hand on his arm.
"Are you okay, Sam?"
Dean's P.O.V.
I knew that look. Sammy was jealous of me and Y/N. He must have thought from all the whispering we were doing was a sign that we liked each other. I mentally kicked myself for teasing her so much earlier, Sammy probably thought I was trying to make a move. She stepped away from me and put an hand on Sam's arm.
"Are you okay?" She asked him softly.
Wow, I going to need to yell their love for each other out of a damn megaphone before they realize. Y/N obviously cares so much about him.
"Yeah, of course, I'm fine," Sam tried to blow her off.
I then came up with a great plan.
"Let's get some drinks," I said, steering them both over to a table.
Alcohol helps everything and maybe a couple beers will help them loosen them up a bit. Sure enough, empty beer bottles littered our table and they both had that blush in their cheeks.  Lightweights, I said to myself and chuckled as Y/N bopped Sammy's nose. And he did it back. Now was the perfect time to get everything out in the open.
"So...guys," I said slowly.
They both turned to me, waiting for me to continue.
Sam's P.O.V.
"So... guys," Dean said.
I turned my gaze reluctantly from Y/N's face.
He continued.
"You guys really like each other."
There was a silence and then Y/N and I both cracked up. We were both laughing and then Y/N said,
"Sam doesn't like me, I like him!"
My laughter died quickly and I locked eyes with her. She covered her mouth but I heard her cuss.
"I didn't mean to say that aloud," she said softly.
She...likes me? That can't be possible.
"I thought you liked Dean?" I asked tentatively.
Now it was Dean's turn to crack up.
"Oh, trust me, Sammy, I tried to hook up. But I finally got the reason why she said no. She likes you, you idiot! You just heard her say it! And you like her too, so just say it!"
Dean finished his little speech and waited expectantly.
I turned to Y/N, her face flushed and eyes wide. This was it. I was really going to do it.
"Y/N, it's true. Maybe it's the alcohol helping me tell you this, but I really mean it. But... you just let me call you Sweetheart and didn't punch me, which means you are drunk. Let's go home and get you in bed and we can figure this out in the morning."
She nodded wearily, as the long night and multiple drinks finally caught up with her. She managed to trip over a chair and I had to carry her out. There she was, in my arms, with a soft smile on her face as I laid her down in her bed.

Several hours later
"I said what to Sam?!?"

Ta-da, there we go! This one was inspired by ViolettMoonlight thanks 😁! All requests are welcome!
Also, I'm working on a destiel chapter, so that's exciting.