The one with the Towel. | Sam Winchester Imagine.
Warning : None
Type : Fluff
After a long night of a regular mission, you were beyond tired. Not only that but being filled with dust, splashes of blood and a few leaves gripping itself perfectly on your hair, a shower was in fact needed.
The boys had gone to take some food and for once you could relax. The mission had already been a pain from the start, that all you wanted to do was eat and drink a nice a glass of wine with one of the best company. The Winchester Brothers.
You three had met during an unexpected hunt. You were all on a hunt for the same enemy, you of course being the clumsy one ended up wounded terribly. It was the moment Sam and Dean found you and from that your relationship just clicked. Mostly with Sam.
Sam and you had a lot of things in common. You both liked books, music and many things. To the point of making Dean, plotting many theories. He was either turning himself into a Cupid or either somebody on this damn earth and by pure magic had the audacity to turn him to be the most annoying match maker he could ever. Yet of course, the two of you were blinded by the whole situation. Or so you thought so.
Finally cleaned, the boys already arrived from their groceries. You could hear Dean’s complains about the cashier’s rudeness and how he’d fired him if he was the owner of the shop. You laughed to yourself, while wrapping yourself with a towel.
“Is the food here?” You were beyond thrilled as you exit the bathroom, finding the two boys. Somehow the atmosphere began to silence itself, slowly turning itself to be fairly awkward.
“So...?”
Dean could only smile and nudge his brother’s arm who in respond blush. “Maybe putting some clothes would do, right Y/N?”
It was then that you snapped. Your urge of hunger took over you to the point when your eyes looked down at your apparence that you were indeed, only wrapped in a towel. “Righ-Right! I’ll be there right up.” You murmured and of course out of your clumsiness, kept falling the towel of your hand, which lead to reveal some skin.
Sam kept being silence only to be mesmerizing by your body. Not able to find the right words, and of course being the not so obvious self he is, his eyes never left yours, nodding nervously at your respond. “It’s-it’s okay. We will wait up right, Dean?”
“Right.” Dean could only enjoy this scene. Hell if he could scream about how you two had an obvious thing for one another he would. But for the right of the both of you, he kept enjoying all to himself. To be then being received by a glare and a slap from the back of the head by Sam’s.