Imagine: Trying to convince Sam to sneak away for the weekend (Part One)

You pouted your bottom lip and tugged on Sam’s shirt, giving him the biggest doe eyed look you could manage without your eyes rolling out of your head. “C’mon, Sammy! Just two nights outta town at this sweet little camping spot. Two nights!” you begged.

“No way! My dad will never let me go, let alone take the Imp,” he said, giving you a small head shake with a sideways smile. He was cute when he was obedient but you knew he wanted to go.

You buried your face in his stomach and groaned loudly. “Pleaaaase!? Tell I’m I’ll wash the car for a month. A year, if that’s what it takes!”

Sam made a small sound in the back of his throat and backed away from you, swinging his arms and snapping gently. “If I did convince he’d still suggest Dean comes with us, just to be safe. And Dean can dampen the romantic camp mood in minutes. Probably seconds.”

You stood and wrapped your arms around his neck, the pamphlet still in your hand. “Sam, the last time we did something fun was two weeks ago when we went to an R rated movie without an adult. Please?”

“I can’t-” He looked at you and you knew you had caught him, your head tilted and your lip between your teeth as his eyes met yours. He broke, looking away and sighing. “Fine, I’ll go ask.”

“And if that doesn’t work?”

He took the pamphlet from you. “I’ll sneak out and leave a note.”

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About half an hour later he came back, a disappointed look on his face as he sat next to you and shook his head. “Nope, not gonna happen. He was good until I mentioned it was just us and then he shut up right away. Even Dean couldn’t change his mind, and he was all for it,” Sam explained.

“Crap. Guess we just gotta sneak out, huh?” You poked him in the side and hopped up.

“And who’s gonna take us there?” he asked, eyebrows raised.

You pulled the keys to the Impala out of your sweater pocket and smirked. “We are.”

“Please tell me those aren’t my dad’s keys…”

“Whoops,” you said slowly, setting your knee on his thigh as you dangled the keys in front of his face teasingly. “Break the rules, Sammy. Have some fun ‘cause God knows you never do. When we get back I’ll take the blame.”

He held the keys in his hand to stop the tinkling and looked at the door. “Okay. But you gotta pack fast and be ready when I get there, alright? I’ll see you at sundown.”

You laughed and kissed his cheek before rushing out of the house, saying a quick goodbye to his dad and brother as you jumped on your bike and rode home. Packing quickly, you told your parents it was a go for the camping trip and said goodbye, going to sit outside as the sun was setting.

An hour after you left Sam’s the Impala pulled up, the passenger seat opening. “Hurry up, they’ll notice when they get home.”

You slid into the car, your bag between your legs. “Where’d they go? A strip club?”

“Probably,” he joked, pulling away from your house. He glanced sideways at you and hummed. “This better be a damn good weekend.”