AUTHOR NOTE: This was a request from an imagine prompt event for 300 followers on my Instagram account waywardimagines. This was picked by follower _17.

Prompt #25: "Have you seen my hoodie?".

Character: Sam

You wear laying on the couch in the bunker living room shivering. It was cold in the bunker and not even your two thickest covers could keep you warm. So you dash to your room. You put on your favorite pair of sweats and fuzzy socks. Hoping they'd help. As you were heading back to the couch you passed Sam's room and saw he had left the door open. The boys were on a hunt. They made you stay behind because whatever they were hunting was able to enchant women into killing themselves. You peaked inside and saw Sam's dark gray hoodie laying on his bed.

You couldn't resist. You for some reason looked around making sure no one saw even though you were the only one home and snatched the hoodie throwing it over you. You sit on the couch warmer than before. You couldn't help but smell the hoodie. It smelled like Sam's cologne and deodorant. You have had a crush on the younger Winchester since you met the boys, You just could never bring yourself to tell him. You knew he more than likely only saw you as a friend or sister. You couldn't bare him rejecting you.

So the whole three days they were gone you wore the hoodie. You couldn't help but think sometimes that Sam was hugging you. It was silly you knew, but it made you happy to think about it like that. The day they came home Dean had texted you saying they'd be home in about thirty minutes. You texted them back and said ok and that you were gonna take a nap. About an hour later you woke up and could hear the boys in the kitchen. You decided to lay there on the couch where you had fallen asleep for a few more minutes with your eyes closed.

"Dean," Sam called, "have you seen my hoodie?" he asked. You blushed but didn't move.

"Yeah," Dean called back as they walked into the living room, "it's on the couch,". You silently cursed Dean. Sam looked over the back of the couch and noticed you were wearing it.

"You have a hoodie thief," Dean said, "kinda funny how it's about twice her size,". Sam smiled as his brother left the room.

"I think she's beautiful in it," Sam said as he walked over to the other side of the couch and brushed some hair from your face, "just like she always is,". You heart flipped double time when you felt him kiss your rosy cheek.