Supernatural Imagines/One shots

Ketchup - Sam

Character - Sam
Type - Humour
Word count - 334

"Pass me the sauce, please," Y/N requests, pointing to the ketchup. She places her bowl of fries on the table and watches Sam pick up the bottle. He smirks and hurls it across the room at Y/N - luckily, she has quick reflexes. 

"Sam!" she says irritated, hands catching the ketchup just in time. Unfortunately, the lid wasn't on properly, and ribbons of red squirt all over her new sweater. 

"Are you kidding me, Sam?" she yells, hurrying to the sink. She washes her hands, cursing under her breath, and practically rips off her ruined jumper. She bends down and picks a washed one from the laundry basket, pulling it over her head.

"That was brand new and $30, Sam. You owe me a new one if that stain doesn't come out." she threatens, getting her arms mixed up in the sleeves. She lets out an exasperated huff before turning to face her boyfriend. 

"Sorry-" he tries but Y/N cuts him off.

"Why couldn't you have just passed it to me like a normal person? I'm having a really shitty day and just want to relax on the couch with my favourite food with my favourite sauce and now..." 

Her angry words trail off as she recognises the devilish smirk on Sam's face.

"Sam..." she warns, taking a small step back, "Don't you dare."

His mischievous grin grows as he gets closer. "Sammy. Go away. Don't you - "

He scoops her up swiftly in his arms, holding her like a baby. "PUT ME DOWN! I'M MAD AT YOU!" she shouts, struggling against his chest. Sam only laughs - the familiar sound simmers her anger slightly. "Sam!" she protests, smiling now.

"I'll buy you a new one. Two even, if you forgive me." he says playfully. He walks over to the sofa and loses his balance, sending them both toppling over. They land in a heap, and Sam whispers, "Still mad at me?" 

"Kinda..." Y/N replies, placing a kiss on his forehead. 

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