This will be an anthology of one-shots based on imagines that I have found mainly on Pinterest surrounding the show Supernatural. I do not own of the characters or plots from Supernatural. Most of the stories will have a romantic subplot to them because that is the kind of story that I like to read. I will try to alternate stories that focus on the main characters. All of the Original Characters are my own.
Story 1: Imagine Sam going through your book collection only to find a notebook full of your unfinished story ideas and prompts.
**Sam and OC Gretchen**
"That's the last of it," Sam said as he brought a milk crate full of paperbacks and folders into the room.
"Thanks. Do you know how long it's been since I had a room? Like a real room?" she replied as she began stacking the books into the small shelf in the corner.
"Yeah, it was pretty new for us too when we first moved in. Dean was like a little kid on Christmas," he said as he sat on the edge of the bed.
"I bet that was adorable."
"Um, dudes don't really… anyway," Sam said flustered.
"Thanks for letting me come here, Sam. It's gonna be nice to have some roots," she said.
Sam did not respond. There was an awkward silence.
"Sam? What are you doing?" she asked turning around on the floor.
There he was flipping through an old folder of her writing.
"Gretchen, did you write all this?" he asked.
"Yeah. It's just stupid stuff, none of it's finished. Just helps me blow off steam. Plus, I mean, we have awesome jobs, plenty of prompts," she said acutely aware of her embarrassment.
"These are really good," he said to her.
"They're not, but thanks," she said running her hand through her hair.
"No really, they're amazing," he said.
"So, I guess I'm gonna finish unpacking this stuff," she said to him, suddenly very aware of the man that filled the room.
He graciously took the hint and stood up.
"Do you mind if I borrow this? I promise I will bring it back," he said holding up the folder.
"No, sure. Knock yourself out," she said.
"Great, well see you later," he spoke before heading out of the door.
The next few hours were spent going through her meager belongings, reminiscing about a few items. She always kept it light since she traveled so much, but there were a few things that she took with her wherever she went.
Her grandmother's framed high school graduation picture, the snow globe with the little unicorn in it that her sister had given her on her tenth birthday, a friendship bracelet from the friend she hadn't spoken to in twenty years. It was the little things.
Finally happy with her new space, she decided to explore the bunker. Dean was in the kitchen newly returned from a supply run. He was singing at the top of his lungs and putting stuff away. She sat down on a stool and watched him dance around the room. He was happy. When he turned and saw her, he didn't miss a beat and kept right up with The Eye of the Tiger. The song ended and he turned down the speaker.
"What's up Gretcha-Sketch?" he asked teasingly.
He had come up with the nickname and was the only person on the planet that would get away with it.
"You like the place?" he asked.
"Are you kidding? It's amazing! Thank you for letting me move in here," she said.
"Yep, it's good to have a chick around, I think," he said. "Dinner is gonna be ready soon," he said.
"You cook?" she asked raising an eyebrow.
"You're damn right I cook," he said. "And I'm amazing!"
"And humble," she finished.
He winked at her and gave her the finger guns.
"Hey, you wanna go tell Sasquatch to get ready to eat? Third door on the left-hand side," he said.
She stepped off the stool and went off to find Sam's room.
When she arrived, she noticed that the door was cracked ever so slightly. He was there sat up on his bed, the red folder open and he was reading her stories.
Oh no, not the red folder, she thought to herself not realizing which one he had taken. She looked through the door silently.
He was completely engrossed and breathing heavily. His long fingers came up to turn the notebook paper pinned inside. He was clearly enjoying what he was reading.
She decided that she couldn't face him at the moment, knowing damn well what he had seen in that notebook. She stepped back but bumped the door just a little which betrayed her presence.
Startled, he hastily closed the notebook and dropped it on his bed.
Gretchen couldn't look at him as she spoke, "Um, Dean wanted me to tell you that it's almost time to eat."
He too was suddenly shy as he rubbed the back of his neck under his hair, "Yeah, thanks. Be right there."
Gretchen ran to her new room and closed the door quickly. She fell on the floor up against the door and had a silent panic attack.
He could have grabbed any other notebook and simply read stories about vampires and wendigos, poems about dark nights and full moons. But no, he had to pick up the red freaking notebook.
It was done now. All she could do was hope that someday she could look him in the eye without wanting to stab herself in the face.
Dinner was awkward. Dean had made chicken tenders and mashed potatoes. It was simple but good. He could tell that something was up since Sam and Gretchen sat as far apart from each other as they possibly could and neither one was looking up from their plates.
"How's the food?" Dean asked trying to break the silence.
"Good." "Great." the two answered.
"Yeah, so Gretchen, you get set up alright. Need anything moved?" he asked.
"No, I got everything set up just fine, thanks," she said awkwardly.
"Awesome," he replied.
"Sam, got any plans for tonight?"
"Yeah, gonna do a little reading," he said and then looked up at Gretchen quickly before looking back down, "I mean in the library, do some research."
"Oh yeah, what are you researching?" Dean pushed.
"You know, stuff," he answered.
"Riveting. Hey, you guys wanna watch a movie tonight?" he asked.
"Sure. What did you have in mind?" Gretchen asked still staring at her plate.
Sam said nothing.
"It's a movie about two brothers and a roommate and why the hell two of them were acting like spazzy little weirdos at dinner," he said.
Sam and Gretchen looked at him at the same time, which earned them an eye raise.
"Seriously, what's going on? You see each other naked or something?" he continued.
Gretchen's face flamed red and Sam continued to look at his plate.
"Am I right?" he asked with a smirk.
"No. We didn't see each other naked. Nothing's weird, it's fine," Gretchen said.
He looked from his brother to their new roommate.
"Huh, whatever you say," he said and dinner continued in silence.
After dinner, Dean got up. "Well, that was great. But you know the chef doesn't do dishes, so I guess you guys have some work to do. I'm gonna take a drive, and see what I can get into. Don't wait up," he said, slipping on his jacket and headed up the stairs.
Gretchen decided to leave the room first and went to the kitchen to start cleaning up.
The hot water was running into the large basin and she busied herself putting in dish soap and looking for a sponge or scrub brush.
"You wash and I'll dry?" Sam asked coming into the room quietly.
She still didn't look at him, she couldn't.
"Sure," she replied.
She started with the plates and forks since they wouldn't take as long as the pots and pans and weren't as dirty. He kept pace, drying them and putting them away shortly after they hit the rinse water.
When they were finished, they wiped down the counters and the stove before turning off the light and heading out of the kitchen.
"So, what do you want to do?" Sam asked her.
She took a deep breath and looked up into his eyes.
"Ok, I'm just gonna say it. You took the red notebook, and I am sure that…" she trailed off.
"It was…" he began trying to find the words for what he wanted to say, "pretty damn hot," he finished.
She looked up at him in disbelief. If she had wanted to die earlier, that desire was increased 1000 percent now.
She could feel the flush in her cheeks and decided that the best offense was a good defense, so she just quietly started to walk down the hallway to her room. She knew that he was following her, at a distance, but she kept on going focusing on her breathing.
Just before she made it to her door, she felt his hand on her arm. He turned her around and gently pushed her up against the wall.
She was now face to face and very close to Sam Winchester. She felt a heat rise throughout her body as he put an arm on the wall on both sides. He was careful not to make her feel trapped.
"Gretchen?" he asked, in not quite a whisper but quietly.
She swallowed, "Yes?"
"I really enjoyed what I read. You have a gift," he said.
She wasn't sure what was happening but she looked back up at him and this time he was looking directly into her eyes.
"I'm so embarrassed," she said. Those stories were graphic and very, very specific.
He smiled that dazzling and lust filled smile of his.
"Why?" he asked moving in towards her ever so slightly.
"Because, because," she started but couldn't think of what to say, because, at that moment, Sam closed the space between them. He pressed the entire length of his body to hers and cupped her face in his large hand.
He stopped and looked at her, but she didn't know it because her eyes had fluttered closed. She was breathing very hard and her head was swimming.
The next movement she felt was Sam's mouth on the side of her neck, leaving open kisses trailing down the sensitive skin. She involuntarily put her hands up around his neck which gave him license to put his hands on her hips.
He was leaned over her to make up for the slight height difference and ran his arms underneath her behind as he pulled her in tighter, never stopping in the placing of his kisses on her neck.
She knew that she was lost and so she gave in and finally allowed herself a moment to breathe. The air came out in a long, low moan. She could feel his lips turn up into a smile before they continued to kiss her making their way to her collarbone now.
He lifted her up off of the floor and pressed her a bit more roughly into the wall and moved his kisses to her mouth. His lips engulfed hers and the kisses were hot and hungry. She could feel his arousal underneath her as he held her up.
Just as suddenly as she had felt it, the wall disappeared and she was being carried through the door that stood open waiting for her to enter it. His lips had never left hers and their mouths were struggling against each other for dominance.
He kicked the door shut behind him as he continued to walk across the room. There he laid her on the bed still not breaking contact with her. She realized somewhere in the back of her mind, that he was doing it just like she had written it. That made it so much hotter. As soon as he laid her down, his lips broke contact with hers and he looked at her with lusty eyes and his unruly hair hanging down. He hovered his lips just over her skin and breathed a line down to the bottom of her top before hooking his hands under it and pulling it up and over her head. She felt him throw it to the floor before coming back down to her.
With one hand he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, never taking his eyes off of hers. He placed his hands on her shoulders and gently ran them down her chest, over her bra and her belly before gripping the waistband of her jeans and pulling them down so slow that it was maddening.
She heard him chuckle as he finally reached her feet and pulled the denim away and threw it somewhere like the top. Then in an instant, he was back up and at her neck again. He took both hands and put them behind her head, before lacing his fingers into her hair.
Her arms ran over his shoulder blades, desperate to find purchase as he began moving against her. His right hand left her hair and he walked the fingers over her shoulder as he gently pulled down the strap of her bra, before pulling the other strap down equally as slowly. Then he moved his hand between the cups and taking a handful of the material moved it down too. His mouth trailed away from her neck and down her chest before settling on the right breast.
He used his left arm to hold himself up, his right to unhook her bra from behind and the whole time he dipped his still clothed hips down and against her body.
She couldn't help but moan out as he continued to work her, finally pulling the bra completely away and discarding it. He leaned up and stared at her, before licking his full lips and heading to the other breast, taking the entire nipple into his mouth and sucking it hard and long.
She bucked up against him and felt his erection through his pants. He groaned as she reached down and rubbed against it through the denim.
All of sudden, he scooped her up and off of the bed turning her around and putting her up on his waiting lap. It was all intense hands as he pulled her down to his lap desperately and devoured her mouth with his own. One of his hands stroked her through her panties.
"Oh, Gretchen, you're so wet. Is that all because of me?" he asked. She moaned in response.
"No, I need an answer," he said into her ear. He used the palm of his hand to hold her entire center in his grasp. She cried out.
"Is all that for me?" he asked again.
"Yes, yes…" she gasped out. "Sam, it's for you."
"Fuck, I love the way my name sounds coming out of your mouth," he growled as he pulled the soaked material to the side.
His thumb found her clit and began rubbing it very quickly as his lips found her ear. Her body began to shake.
"Oh, God, Gretchen. The things I'm gonna do to you. When you cum I want to hear it, baby, and I'm not going to stop it until you're begging me to," he whispered his hot breath driving her insane.
It started low in her belly, her body was shaking hard and she screamed out. "Jesus, I'm gonna cum, Sam!"
He continued rubbing and she threw her head back and let out the most primal yell she had ever experienced. She came harder than ever and he wouldn't let her come down, every time she pulled up he pressed against her harder and she would cum all over again.
"Please, please, Sam," she begged as she slipped into her fourth trembling orgasm.
"There is nothing more beautiful in this world than the face you make when you do that," he said gently and slowly removing his hand from her core. She laid her head on his shoulder and struggled to get her breathing under control.
But he wasn't done with her yet. He stood up and laid her down on the bed, where she caught her breath. He quickly removed the rest of his clothes, while she took off the underwear that had only been in the way.
He crawled up above her from the foot of the bed, and once more took her mouth in his. The kiss started gently at first but intensified when she reached one hand down and wrapped it around the base of his cock. He pulled back with a hiss, but then leaned forward against her as she gave him a few gentle strokes.
"Fuck, Gretchen," he breathed out as he pushed his hips toward her.
"I want to be inside of you so badly right now," he said.
"Take what you want," she breathed out.
"You are going to regret saying that, " he replied as he lined himself up with her center. He had only gone in a little bit when he felt her tense up.
"Oh my God, I didn't know," she babbled. He grinned and understood and slowed down his thrust to allow her time to adjust.
"You're so goddamn warm, it's like coming home," he spoke before finally putting himself in her all the way.
She gasped and cried out. He slowly pulled back, almost all of the way before pushing back into her. Her moan spurned him on to proceed a little bit faster. Every time his hips would pull away she would whimper and he would return as quickly as he could.
"Can I be on top?" she asked. And without a word, he flipped them over positioning her above him.
She rocked her hips back and forth, painfully slowly. His eyes were rolling back into his head and his hands flew up to the pillows above his head. He was biting his lower lip and she was so lost in him that she cried out.
"Sam, I need you to focus up here, baby," she said. He obeyed immediately but took her hips into his hands and began to help her ride him. With each thrust, he slammed her down and grunted out his approval.
She could feel that he was close, she could see the muscles in his stomach tense. Tightening her legs around his waist she started riding him faster and faster and listened as his breath picked up like he had been running.
He sat bolt upright in the bed and pulled her down as he came hard. His mouth landed on her neck again and he let out a deep, and low bellow that shook her.
The aftershocks of his release caused her to tense up and cum once more.
His head lay against her chest and he spent a moment regaining his composure, as she ran her hands through his hair.
"I'm going to shower," she finally spoke up. Sam lay next to her, his head turned to look right at her. He smiled sweetly and nodded his head as he reached up to pull her lips down to him.
She pulled the robe over her body and started the trek down to the bathroom.
The shower was hot and within minutes the room was full of steam. She was deliciously sore and could not believe what had just transpired. She was so lost in thought she didn't hear the shower room door open, close and lock.
"Sam walked across the room, through the steam and found his way up against her back," he began to recite. Had he memorized it?
"His large hands grasped her shoulders and began to rub intensely. 'You're so tense,' " he said as she stiffened at his touch.
"Well, let's see if I can work that out for you," he continued. He kneaded his hands into her shoulders and she could feel her knees buckling.
Without a word, he reached around and pulled her wet body closer to his. She could feel that he was more than ready for round two. She turned around to face him and wrapped her hands around his neck.
He picked her up and placed her onto his waiting erection, and began to gently thrust into her all over again. This time he was slow and sweet as they made love with the hot water pouring all around them.
"You're so beautiful," he said as he rocked his body into hers. "You feel so freaking good," he said to her.
She could feel herself about to fall over the edge again. "Saaammmmm," she muttered.
"I know baby, I know, me too," and he tightened his grip on her as they fell into sync together. Neither one was in a hurry to disengage but they finally did and finished by showering each other down.
They were still in the shower room, wrapped in the fluffy white towels, hands still all over each other. Sam was back at his favorite spot at her neck and her hands ran down his back and his tight ass.
"We can't do this all night," she gasped out.
"Why not?" he said between kisses.
"What if Dean hears us?" she said.
"He'll get over it. I want you so bad," he moaned. "Can't get enough," he continued.
"I just need to catch my breath," she begged with a huge and satisfied smile on her face. He acquiesced and they practically ran to their rooms to put on some clothes.
His smile was glowing when she came back out in just his shirt and a pair of panties.
"That shirt has never looked so good," he said.
They decided that they had better cool it as it was now the wee hours of the morning. So they tried to make it through a movie on the couch.
It didn't last long before he had her laid down and he was on top of her again. His arm snaked up under the flannel shirt and traced against her pebbled nipple.
"I think it's about time we started writing some sequels, don't ya think?" he asked.
"Oh yeah, once upon a time," she said as he lowered down and took her lips in his own.
They didn't hear the eldest Winchester open the door or come down the steps as they continued to explore each other on the leather couch.
"About damn time," he said as he retreated quietly to his room.
A/N: Damn Sam! I mean really. Please review if you liked it. M2L
