(One shot for "Imagine Sam listening to you sing in the shower.")
You walk into the bathroom at the motel room and turn on the faucet to take a shower. Drawing the curtain, you look at yourself in the mirror.
Your hair is caked with blood from a shape-shifter that was attacking you. Sam had come up from behind and cut off its head, splattering your face and torso with blood.
Sighing, you close the door and climb into the shower. You start your normal shower routine, starting with rinsing your hair of the blood before kneading in your shampoo. A tune comes into your head and you start to hum it, which then turns to singing. Luckily, no one is in the hotel room.
"I got my ticket for the long way round," you start, loving the vibration of your vocal chords. The background music continues in your head as you sing on. "A bottle of whiskey for the way and I sure would like some sweet company. Oh, I'm leaving tomorrow whatdya say?"
You rinse out the shampoo before putting in your conditioner.
"When I'm gone, when I'm gone. You're gonna miss me when I'm gone-"
Meanwhile, Sam and Dean are outside leaning on the Impala. "I'm tellin' you man, there's something about this girl that just…" Sam starts off, but trails off. "I don't know how to say it."
Dean smirks and chuckles, crossing his arms in the process. "It's alright, Sammy. You don't need to say anything," he grunts as he stands into an upright position. "Go in and get ready. We'll be heading to whatever diner she wants to go to."
"Alright," Sam murmurs before heading inside. "Hey, uh-"
He stops, hearing you singing in the shower. "I gotta ticket for the look way round, the one with the prettiest of views." You belt out, singing heartily. "Its got mountains, its got rivers, its got sights to give you shivers, but it sure would be prettier with you!"
Sam smiles, walking towards the bathroom door. He stops outside, sticking his hands in his pockets.
"When I'm gone, when I'm gone. You're gonna miss me when I'm gone."
"You bet I will miss you, (name,)" Sam interrupts you. You're eyes go wide as you start rinsing out the conditioner. "You're my favorite person in our little family of hunters."
You blush furiously and smile. "Are you creepin' on me, Winchester?"
Sam laughs loudly. "Hell no," he says over the roar of the streaming water. "Not unless you want me to!"
You let out a snort. "In your dreams, Sam!"
