Let’s play pretend.
Imagine surprising Sam with a new haircut along with a change of wardrobe for a case.
A/N: If you’ve red my crappy writing then you know the drill. Its late and I was bored and Sammy…
Let’s not mention the fact that this is 1,278...

Let’s play pretend.

Imagine surprising Sam with a new haircut along with a change of wardrobe for a case.

A/N: If you’ve red my crappy writing then you know the drill. Its late and I was bored and Sammy…

Let’s not mention the fact that this is 1,278 words long

Just w/e :D


You weren’t the type of girl to dress up. At least not that much anyway, in fact, you preferred jeans most of the time and on occasions if you were feeling cute, your printed skater skirts along with whatever shirt you found comfty. Ever since you started dating Sam, you’ve found yourself with an unhealthy obsession for wearing his flannels even when they ended up looking pretty funny on your much shorter body, but it was not like you could help it. They smelled of him and in truth, they made you feel a little closer to him when he was away with Dean in whatever case.

You on the other hand, stayed behind, preferring to dig any information you could since that was your thing. Books and research. Honestly, how did someone like Sam Winchester noticed you? Not that you really minded though, especially when you remembered how it all began, surely that night was engraved in your brain.

You sighed as you now stared at yourself in the mirror, y/e/c  glancing at your outfit for anything that could be amiss or out of place. Fixing your newly cut bangs you sighed once more, feeling anxious as your eyes shifted to your now short hair that rested on your shoulder and neck in a symmetric bob, making you look more mature and serious which made you slightly more apprehensive about the decision of cutting it off in the first place.

‘What if Sam doesn’t like it?’ you panicked at the thought and released another breath trying to calm yourself down. You knew he loved your hair just as much as you loved his long locks that felt like silk every time you wrapped your tiny hands on them.

A small smile crept onto your now red stained lips as heat invaded your cheeks, painting them pink in a blush, but you quickly shook away the thought of your fingers wrapped in the youngest Winchester’s hair and moved to slip you black shiny heels on as you glanced at the ticking clock on the wall, before making your way back to the full length mirror to inspect yourself once more.

Standing four inches taller made your figure-hugging skirt look just perfect as the peak of the crossed skirt sat perfectly on your knees while your legs looked longer. Adjusting your button down white shirt that disappeared under the skirt, tucked away to give you a more professional look, you turned to your side, your eyes widening slightly at the curve of your ass and its magnificence in your current outfit. Another blush stained your cheeks as you thought of how sexy you were looking and the boost of confidence it was giving you, making another smile appear on your face.

Deciding it was time to stop being narcissist, you turned around, grabbing your preferred perfume that smelled of pear, musk and white ginger and sprayed some on your skin before tossing it back to the bed as you grabbed you black blazer and headed outside, ready to fetch your man as you could hear his voice while he talked to Dean.

With each step you took towards the boys, you could slightly feel you confidence leaving your body. What if they thought it was too much? You had spent a while trying to figure out what you were going to wear, but now the confidence your outfit had given you back in your room, seemed to have stayed behind as you struggled internally whenever to go play pretend as an FBI agent with Sam or change back into your comfty clothes and stay in. Surely that would disappoint him. He had been insisting you went with him on one of the cases for a while and each time you declined, feeling your place was helping them with any information they might had needed, but after much insistence, you decided to oblige and make your baby happy.

‘Oh God…’ you thought as you were about to turn around when Dean’s voice interrupted your escape plan.

His green eyes stared widely at you as a smirk played on his face, making you feel even more self-conscious as your stomach dropped at the sound of shuffling. You could feel Sam’s hazel eyes in your form, but kept your head down, not daring to even glance in his direction to see his expression.

“Damn Sammy! Good luck with that!” Dean’s voice filled the silent room in his usual cocky tone as he stood and patted his younger brother on the back, before disappearing into the kitchen, leaving you alone with Sam.

Your heart skipped a bit, then two when you heard footsteps heading in your direction and glanced up through your long mascara coated lashes taking in Sam’s figure as he closed the space between the two of you, now standing two feet in front of your tiny figure. Damnit! That suit was making him so hot! But then again, he always looked good.

“Babe…”

He closed the space slightly more as his large hand reached slowly and grabbed the side of your neck, pulling you closer while he lifted your chin with his thumb, making your e/c eyes meet his loving hazel ones while holding one of those cute smiles that made you fall for him.

“You okay?” Sam asked, his gaze never leaving yours.

“I… is this too much?” You asked him timidly as you blushed for the tenth time in less than an hour. His smile grew as he chuckled and his head shook. “If anything, I think you’re gonna be distracting me.” A smile of your own played on your face as his eyes gleamed with mischief while as his other hand wrapped around your waist. The youngest Winchester bent slightly as his lips made their way to your cheek, sliding in slow motion down to your neck while he guided you to meet your back against a wall as his body pressed against yours while he lavished your neck with his hot, delicious lips as the hand that rested on your waist slid to your wide hips, his fingers gripping at it, sinking into the layers of fabric that would surely prevent marks on your skin for the time being.

A moan escaped your lips and you could feel Sam’s lips twitch into a smirk before he pulled apart, making you whimper at the absence of his lips on your tender skin. With a chuckle, the tall male leans in once more to place a kiss on your bang-covered forehead before his eyes meet yours as his hand reaches down for yours, lacing his much longer fingers with your own.

“We’ve got work to do. We should get going.” Once more, mischief gleams in his eyes as he pulls away while still holding your hands. As Sam reaches the door, Dean makes his way out of the kitchen, a beer in hand as he calls out to his brother, handing the keys to the Impala. Your e/c eyes widen as you hold back a giggle from leaving you red lips.

“Yeah brat…” The green eyed Winchester points at you before turning his finger to his taller brother. “Take care of my Baby… and keep it in your pants you two!” Dean says, his voice dead serious as his eyes glance between you and Sam as he opens the door and steps outside, you following behind.

“Don’t worry Deany, we promise to clean up afterwards” You say to Dean, before winking at him and closing the door right behind you and Sam.

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