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Prompt= Imagine after a bad day Sam takes you shopping to cheer you up - unknown
To say that your morning had been a bad morning would be an understatement. For starters, you woke up with a scratchy throat and throbbing head ache, even though you hadn't drunk anything but water the night before. Then Dean had used up all of the room's hot water as well as finished up your toothpaste. Not to mention the fact that you had to wear your dirt clothes from the night before because you didn't have enough quarters for the washing machine and your only other set of clothing had dried blood on it.
Yeah, it was going to be one of those days.
You walk out of the bathroom so that Sam can get ready and fling your pajamas carelessly into your duffle bag.
You sit down on your bed and decide to read a book. Perhaps that at least would help calm your nerves.
"What book ya readin'?" Dean asks, bending over to read over your shoulder.
You shut your book with a snap and glare at him, completely fed up with him at the moment.
"Go away," you say.
"Oh, is it something naughty?" he teases.
You roll your eyes and scoot over before opening the book again.
No, it wasn't anything 'naughty' in fact it was a classic. One of the few classics that you genuinely enjoyed. 'To Kill a Mockingbird.'
Thankfully Dean seems to take the hint and backs off, leaving you alone with your story.
When Sam emerges a couple minutes later his face is freshly shaven and his hair slightly damp. He moves swiftly over to his duffle bag, clearly noticing the slight feel of tension in the room. Only an idiot could miss it.
"Hey, Y/N," Sam says.
Your head snaps up and you look at him curiously, "Yes?"
"Wanna go out for a bit?" he suggests.
You glance between him and Dean, contemplating your options.
"Go where?" you ask.
Sam grins, knowing that he'd already won you over, "Come on, it's a surprise."
He tosses your denim jacket over to you and you catch it easily with a slight quirk of your lips.
You hop of the bed and, with a second thought, grab your book before following Sam outside to the impala.
Sam takes driver's seat so you walk around and plop in the passenger seat. He starts up the car and you immediately pull out your book again and start reading.
"What book is that?" he asks curiously.
"To Kill a Mockingbird," you reply with a shrug, showing him the cover.
"I love that book!" he exclaims.
"So?" you prompt.
"So?" he asks.
"Where are we going?"
Sam smiles and shrugs, "You'll see."
You huff and roll your eyes, but can't help your growing curiosity. You outright laugh when Sam pulls into the parking lot of Legends, a place full of various little shops and outlets.
"Seriously?" you ask disbelievingly.
He smiles and shrugs, "Come on, it'll be fun."
You chuckle a little but follow his lead and get out of the impala.
"So, why are we going shopping?"
Sam stuffs his hands in his jacket, "You seemed a little stressed this morning, so I thought this might cheer you up."
Your chest warms slightly at his thoughtfulness.
"It always cheered Jess up," he adds quietly.
His admission creates a spark of pity inside of you so you loop one of your arms through his and grab your hand.
"Well, where to first?"
The two of you notice a sign in a window that declares there's a nice clothing sale inside.
"There?" Sam suggests.
You shrug, "Why not?"
…
You clutch your sides as you laugh. Watching Sam show off a pair of baggie jeans and a tie-dye shirt.
"You look like a hippie!" you say between gasps.
He chuckles.
You jump to your feet and run through the store to grab a thin leather belt and run back.
You place it on Sam's head and step back to admire your work.
Sam struck a pose and asks dramatically, "How do I look?"
You start laughing again, your cheeks sore.
"Okay, you're turn," he states, taking off the belt and eying the pile of clothing the two of you had picked out, each picking clothes for the other.
He holds up a puffy looking prom dress and you grab it, going to the changing room and dressing quickly.
You yank your hair out of its pony tail so that it falls to your shoulders than strut out.
Sam claps and laughs as you try to stay in character. Eventually you crack and have to gaps for breath as you laugh.
The two of you leave the store, still smiling like crazy as you went over and over what you'd done. The next stop that the two of you make is a pretzel shop. You order one with cinnamon and sugar and Sam orders one with extra salt. Sam grabs a warm cup of coffee for both of you and you find a bench to sit on while you to eat and sip the delicious beverage.
You and Sam exchange stories and chat idly. You focus on eating and drinking whenever there happened to be a lull in the conversation, although that was rare.
After you are both finished, Sam, being the gentleman that he is, took the trash and tossed it away before walking back and leading the way back to where the impala was parked.
"Hey Sam?"
"Yeah?" he looks down at you.
You link your arm through his, "Thank you for taking me today. I had a marvelous time."
He smiles, dimples showing loud and clear, "It was my pleasure."
A/N- Please, pretty please, review! Constructive criticism is more than welcome and if you have any of your own prompts/imagines that you'd like to see please let me know.
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~H.L.
