Married to a Moose (a supernatural imagine fanfic)

Chapter 6- The Return of Love

You were laying in your bed while Dean went out to talk to Sam about everything. Dean gave the same spiel to Sam and told him your side of the story as well. You ended up falling asleep waiting for Dean to finish. Getting emotional really tired you out.

After a little while, you wake up to see Sam standing at the foot of the bed still looking slightly pissed. He totally scared you seeing as you didn't know he was going to be standing there. He starts to move closer to you, which freaked you out for some reason. He was a very sweet guy, but he still looked pissed, and you were getting defensive and scared of what he was going to do. You scoot away to the other side of the bed, sitting yourself up and against the headrest.

Sam puts his hands up in surrender and says "hey, it's ok. I didn't mean to scare you. I just want to talk."

"If you're gonna yell at me, then save it and get out." You say a lot harsher than you meant it.

"I'm not here to yell, just please hear me out (y/n)."

"Fine."

"Thank you. (y/n), let me ask you a question first. You love and trust me right?"

"Yes." You say trying not to let him see that tears were building up.

"Then, I want you to know that it goes both ways. Look, I'm sorry. I just got so pissed off that Dean hasn't talked to either one of us for quite a while. I never knew why, and I just assumed it was because you picked me over him." He tried to continue, but you cut him off.

"Why would you even assume that Sam?"

"I know, I shouldn't have assumed. That wasn't fair, and I regret that I blamed you. It just sucks having your own brother in the same room and not ever saying a word to him. It just made me so mad every single time I looked at you, that all I could do to not yell at you 24/7 was to not talk to you. I shouldn't have done that, and I'm sorry for that too. Every single thing I said to you, I didn't mean. You are not too needy, and I don't feel like a servant. Like Dean told you, I didn't have an argument, so I made stuff up to get to you. I'm sorry about everything."

"It's ok Sammy." Is all you manage to squeak out without opening the floodgates of tears.

"So you forgive me?"

"Yes Sammy, I forgive you. I still love you and always will."

"Same here." He responds with a smile.

"My turn." you say. "I'm sorry too."

"For what?" Sam asks "Everything was my fault."

"No it wasn't. Now listen."

"I was upset that you weren't talking to me, but most of the other stuff I said to you was way out of line. I know you would care if I died, I was just..... Just...." You try to say, as the flood comes.
"Sammy, I was terrified." You are crying and trying to talk at the same time which is hard to do. " Yes, I was pissed that Dean wasn't talking to us, but it wasn't even the fact that he was ignoring me. It was that I thought I was losing you. Without you two, I have nothing, I have no one. When Dean was ignoring me, I clung to you even tighter because it felt as if Dean was slipping right through my fingers. Then you did the same thing and it was as if I was slowly dying inside. I couldn't stand the fear and the pain anymore, so I lashed out on you. Everything screwed up in this family is my fault Sam. I picked you which made Dean almost kill himself, I made Dean feel like a 3rd wheel which made him get mad, which made you get mad. I screw everything up." You say as you uncontrollably bawl.

"Shhh. (y/n), it's ok."

"No, it's not ok Sam. I've destroyed everything important to me."

"Hey," he says as he scoots next to you on the bed. "Listen. You did not screw up this family. If anything is broken here, it was broken to begin with. You did not do anything that could have been prevented. I talked with Dean. Neither one of us are mad at you and neither of us blame you at all."

"I just feel like I hurt you in more ways than one. That is the worst feeling in the world."

"I get it (y/n). Believe me, I do. But I also know that that is how relationships work. Sometimes, you will get hurt, but that's just how it is. The point is that you move past it and go on with your life. We've both been hurt many times in the past, but that won't stop us. Ok? We can't let the past stop us. You never hurt me intentionally. I forgive you for anything an anything you feel you did wrong even though you may not be able to forgive yourself."

"Thanks Sammy. I don't know how you are forgiving me, but thank you. And for the record, I still love you."

"I love you too (y/n). Don't ever think I stopped."

"Sam, I have one more question for you."

"What is it?" Sam asked with a look of confusion.

"Are we ok then? I don't want this to be a situation where we seem ok in here, but then later it's back to being a mess again."

"I promise we are good. Ok? I won't assume anything, and if I'm upset about something, then I will tell you and we'll get through it."

"Good." You say. Next thing you know your lips have smashed into his and he pulls you in closer for a slow, long kiss. You're so glad to have your one true love back.