(One shot for "Imagine Sam letting you call him Sammy)
You sit in a diner in a small town with Sam and Dean. Sam sits next to you while Dean flirts with one of the busty waitresses. You sigh and run your hand through your hair, getting one or two of the few knots out.
"So," Sam said, typing away on his laptop. "Apparently, there have been seven disappearances in the last three days. Six women and one," he paused, looking up as Dean slid into the booth across from you. "Thirteen year old girl."
"Whatever or whoever is taking them seems to have an interest in women," you comment and then look at Dean. "Just like Dean."
He just gave you a "Ha-ha, very funny," look and bit into the burger the waitress just handed him.
"So, what're we gonna do, Sammy?" You ask, looking at the laptop. Realizing what you just said, you gasp. "Oh, shit, I'm sorry. I take that back!"
Sam shakes his head. "No, it's fine. You're now allowed to call me Sammy. You're part of the family," he says, smiling..
You grin and chuckle. "Thanks. I guess calling you Sammy means it's official, huh?"
Dean nods with his mouth full. "Yup," he mumbles. "Welcome to the family, (name.)" You just roll your eyes in response before reaching across the table and stealing a fry from Dean's plate. "Dude," he says, looking at you in shock.
"No, girl," You reply, pointing to yourself before biting into the fry.
"Yep, definitely a Winchester." Sam laughs and you laugh along with him before you rest your head on his shoulder. "You'll fit right in," he murmurs, kissing the top of your head.