anonymous asked:

Imagine: your OTP aren't together, but they're getting drunk as friends: they both pass out on the same bed, and person A wakes up in person B's arms. They don't want to end the moment so they pretend to be asleep. Person B wakes up and doesn't want to end the moment either. Both pretend to be asleep to preserve the moment.

(Thanks for the prompt!)

All Bets Are Off

Character: Sam Winchester

Warning: None

Word Count: 2,382

Request:  Hi, could I request a Sam x Reader where the reader is Bobby’s daughter, & one night she gets really drunk & calls Sam. Sam comes & gets her from the bar she’s at & on the drive back to Bobby’s house she admits how she feels about him. Then she falls asleep on top of him on the couch & when Bobby gets home in the morning with Dean they’re fumbling for an explanation but it turns out they were both just waiting for something to happen between the two of them. Thank you! I love your writing!

Fic:

    If there’s one thing you’re good at, it’s drinking. You know your alcoholic beverages, and you can hold your liquor like a pro. While drunk you’re mostly lucid, though perhaps a bit loose-lipped, and the hangovers are always a bitch, but you’ve become accustomed to riding them out. Maybe you’re weird that way, or maybe it’s genetic. Your dad, Bobby, is no stranger to drinking either. He’s not all that firm with you really, especially when it comes to going out at night – or during the day for that matter. He’s confident that you can take care of yourself and make smart decisions, and he’s more than likely proud that you can down shots with the best of them.

    For about a week, you’ve had the house all to yourself. Your dad accompanied the notorious Winchester brothers to a hunt a few hours out, leaving you behind as their government contact and fact finder. Role number one was pretty much voided after they stopped visiting crime scenes, and number two was never really needed seeing as they have Sam Winchester, Researcher Extraordinaire with them. So at the end of the day, the only thing left to do is hit up a bar.

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