Fictional Ppl x reader

Because Of Me(samxchubby!reader)

       Dedicated to @sb3367

        (Y/N)'s POV:

        It happened again. And all because of me.

        I hit the punching bag and again and again as the vibration echos through the bunker's workout room. I don't understand how I come down here every day yet still, when I step on any scale, the numbers go up. Hitting the bag again, I take a break to let my sore hands rest. Grabbing a towel and a water bottle, I sit on the bench and refill my low water supply, draining the bottle.

        If I hadn't been so slow and out of breath it wouldn't have been such a close call!

      I mentally kick myself for it dozens of times, not letting it go. It has happened before, a close call thanks to me. If only I could get in shape! But I've been finding that impossible.

        Its time...

        I take in a shaky deep breath and exit the workout room to my bedroom in the Men of Letter's bunker. I go inside and reach under my bed for my dufflebag. As my hands wrap around its cloth handle, I pull it out and place it on my bed, a single tear making its way down my face, but I quickly wipe it away.

        Its for their and my own good...

        I go to my closet and begin to empty it and place clothing, piece by piece, into the bag. I am so caught up in my thoughts and the rush to get out that I don't hear the door open and someone step inside.

        "(Y/N), what are you doing?"

        I jump in surprise at the voice and grab my gun that I always keep  under my pillow, pointing it at the voice, but relax once I see who it is.

        "Hey, Sammy" I say in an emotionless voice, trying to hide the fact that I was crying a few moments ago. I should have known by now I can't fool Moose, we've known each other forever and I'd never admit it, but I've come to like the younger Winchester, not that he'd ever like me back. Pobbably thinks of me as a little sister or something.

        He furrows his brows and walks closer to me, wearing the signature Winchester plaid shirt and jeans after changing out of his blood soaked outfit from the werewolf hunt "(Y/N), what is wrong? You've been quiet ever since we got back from the hunt"

        Even though I try not to, I look up into his eyes, but not before seeing the deep gash on his left cheek from the werewolf. He stitched it up, but it was bad and all because of me.

        I lie "I'm fine..."

        It couldn't have sounded an faker.

        And he notices.

        "You know you're a really bad lier"

        I sigh "I know..."

        He glances at the dufflebag half filled messily with clothing and looks back to me "What's with the packing?"

        Just tell him...

        "I'm leaving"

        His eyes widen "What why?"

        I sweep my hands over my figure that I absolutely hate with a passion "I'm fat! I'm slow! Every time I go on a hunt, someone ends up hurt and almost dead! I'm dead weight and it's better that I leave" Unwillingly, I let a tear make its way out of my blurry vision and down my face as I turn back around to continue packing, unable to face him.

        All of a sudden, a hand grabs my wrist, spinning my around and pulling me into a pair soft lips. Before I can register what just happened, it ends and I am back to staring up at a pair of green eyes.

        "You are perfect, (Y/N), don't you ever forget that and I love you, I have for a while" He says this as a light blush tints his cheeks making him even more adorable "Please don't leave..."

        I stand there stunned for a moment, torn between following my first action of leaving for his safety or believing his words. I choose to believe him, something I've always done.

        I get on my tip toes to match his tall form and kiss him, catching him off gaurd for a moment, but soon he kisses back. As luck would have it, Dean walks by my door and grins.

        "You go, little brother!"

        We pull away blushing with smiles as Dean laughs and walks away. I look back up at my Sammy.

        "Promise me you won't leave, okay?" He asks with those puppy eyes of his.

        I smile "Okay"

        A/N: This sucks so badly, doesn't it? Oh my Hiddles I am so sorry I have been having an off day today so sorry