[supernatural imagines & short series']
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IF YOU WEREN'T filled with gripping fear, you definitely would've found the energy to snap at the same rude nurse that was working the last time you were in this place. Her foul attitude and constant little comments about the patients were driving you insane, but you couldn't bring yourself to speak — the lump in your throat and the way you knew your words would tremble preventing you.
She rolled her eyes when you refused to acknowledge her, stopping at Sam's door, and mumbling a bitter, "Knock yourself out."
Left alone with Sam's quiet form, he was standing, looking out the window, and you found yourself in silence looking at his back. You forced yourself to swallow, gulping down some air before taking a deep breath and putting on a small smile.
"Hey, Sammy," You crossed the room, the feign of a smile slipping into a real one when he turned to face you, his eyes gleaming at the sound of your comforting voice.
Seemingly, you didn't have to convince him of your presence this time as a smile lifting his lips and he took your hands in his. "(Y/N)," He breathed out softly, this thumb running back and forth against yours.
"How you feeling?" Peering up at him through your lashes, you could easily tell that he had gotten worse since the last time - his eyes usually so full of life were red and so utterly tired. You gently tugged on his hands, pulling him over to his springy bed to get comfortable.
He blinked slowly, nodding his head, "Uh- Good. Yeah, good." Trailing off, his stumbling words made you smile sadly up at him, your chest feeling tight.
You didn't say anything, your glassy eyes looking intently down at the way yours and his hand's intertwined so easily. You bought his hand up, placing a soft kiss on the back of his hand, a kiss full of such emotion that it made Sam's eyebrows tug inwards with confusion. "What's going on, (Y/N)?" His worried eyes caught yours and you knew you couldn't keep quiet forever, hiding behind your silence as a way of hiding from your fears.
You cleared your throat quietly, taking a shaky breath, "I... Um, I-I found a way to fix this." You gave him the best smile you could, but when your bottom lip quivered slightly, you had to look away. Pulling your lip between your teeth, you swiped at your wet eyes, watching his reaction.
"Really?" You didn't miss the way his eyes looked a little brighter and his smile looked a little wider, the didn't miss the way hope made his body look a little more alive. You let out a sad laugh, but the grin on your lips was wholehearted as you watched Sam look happy for the first time in so long.
Sniffling quietly, you brought your hand up and tendering pushed his hair out of his face. "Yeah," You nodded your head, your loving smile fading slowly.
"What is it?" He asked, bringing his hand up to wipe at the tears resting under your eyes, "This is a good thing."
"Yeah, yeah, of course it is." You agreed, your voice wavering and you hoped that he didn't hear it but by the concern in his beautiful eyes, you knew that he had. There was a timid shrug of your shoulders, "I'm just scared," and a crack in your voice. "But, I'm going to do it because-because I love you. And I hate seeing you like this because you don't deserve it, not at all. The world needs you, Sam. Can needs you, Dean needs you."
