Imagines

The Curse (Sam Winchester)

Pairing; Sam Winchester

Fandom; Supernatural

Warnings; None that I can think of

Word Count; 700 words

Plot; You and Sam are in bed together and as always, once you try to take things to another level, he backs away. You get sick of it...

Alright so first, there's something I decided I would try to do from now on and it's doing a little presentation of the reader. I know it's weird, but I like the idea. For the simple reason that all those characters or living people I'll be writing about have different personalities, thus they wouldn't date the same type of people. But still no name and not too detailed so that you can still somehow relate. So, you are small, have curly dark brown hair. Sarcastic but overly nice, beautiful but natural beauty, like not a lot of makeup and shit. Have been dating Sam for a while and have been in love with him for a while as well. Knows all there is to know about Sam including how he somehow hates himself. Hates that fact about him. And he knows all there is to know about you.

You were in bed with Sam, it was late and for once, you decided not to search for a case, or to read, or to watch a movie. For once, you guys would actually just sleep. At least, that's what Sam thought; you had something else in mind, so as he was holding you, you turned around and started kissing his neck. Slowly. Lovingly. Then, when you started sucking, he moaned. So you started biting. And that's when he slowly backed away. You sighed, annoyed. And frustrated.

"Aghhh, why do you always do this?" you growled, angry.

"Do what?" he asked, seeming genuinely confused.

"Don't act as if you didn't know! It's so annoying; every time we get close, every damn time I try something, you shut down. Why? What is it? What are you so afraid of?"

This time, he was the one who sighed. He paused for a moment before answering in a whisper.

"You."

Was he serious? Like seriously serious? You couldn't believe it!

"Me? You're trying to make me think you're afraid of me!" He calmly shook his head.

"I'm not. I'm not scared of you. I'm scared for you. Terrified, actually."

"What do you mean 'for me'?"

"Aren't you scared of the famous 'sleeping with Sam Winchester' curse?" he admitted, looking down.

You paused for a second. And then, you exploded in laughter. Sam stared at you as if you were insane, trying to identify whether you were mocking him or not. Which of course, you weren't. You would never.

"That's what it's about? The curse!" you got closer to Sam and took his face in your hands. "Look, Sam, I love you. You know that. I don't believe in the curse. And neither should you. (He smiled.) And let's say it's true. (He stopped smiling.) Let's say I'd actually die. Then if I'm being completely honest, you are the only person I would want to die for just because I had sex with them," you laughed.

You laughed as well.

"You are so cute!" he said.

"I know! Now if you'll allow me, I would love to have the sex with you," you said, mocking him (an; for those of you who 'didn't understand that reference', it is from the episode 12 of season 5, Swap Meat) as you kissed his shoulder, a huge smile on your lips.

Sam instantaneously looked horrified, though quite amused.

"Who told you about this? Dean? It's Dean, isn't it?"

You laughed out loud.

"No, actually, it's not."

"Then who?"

"I wouldn't tell you!"

You couldn't stop laughing, it was too funny not to. And Sam got quite annoyed at that. So to stop your never ending mocking, he kissed you. Ardently.

He put his hands on your lower back and you put yours in his hair, harshly tugging. You were starting to get hot. And he pulled away. Smiling.

"I love you, Y/N Y/L/N. So, so much."

"And I love you even more, Sam Winchester.

Part two (if I write it) will for sure include smut.