Supernatural One-Shots

Sam

Sammy, don’t go.

I want to scream it out so badly… but I can’t. My lips won’t open, my tongue won’t work. I can’t force my thoughts out. They cling to my mind, pushing tears from my eyes. Tears I wish weren’t there. This shouldn’t even be happening. But Sammy can’t hear my thoughts. He keeps walking away because I am unable to stop him. I love him, but I messed up. I’ve done it before. And now I’ve lost him. It’s all my fault and I hate myself for it. He doesn’t deserve this.

I sit up with a strangled cry, tears soaking my pajama shirt and pillow. My hair sticks to my wet cheeks and neck. I’m breathing heavily and it takes me a moment to realize it was just a nightmare. I hear a soft knock at my door and pull the blankets up tighter around me.

“Who is it?” I call with a shaky voice and a sniffle.

“It’s Sam,” he says, slowly opening the door, “Are you okay?”

I shake my head as tears continue to pour down my face. He looks at me with his big, beautiful eyes. I can see concern in his expression. He closes the door behind him and sits on the edge of my bed. His brown hair sticks up in a few places and he rubs his eyes with one hand, alerting me to the fact that he just woke up. My heart still aches.

“What’s wrong?” he asks softly, looking me in the eyes.

“Nightmare,” is all I can say.

He scoots closer and wraps me in a hug, holding me close. I wrap my arms around his torso, burying my face in his left shoulder. He lightly strokes my hair with one hand.

“It’s okay. It was just a dream. You’re safe now,” he whispers in my ear.

When my breathing slows and the tears stop, I pull back and look into Sam’s eyes. He smiles at me and strokes my cheek, tucking my hair behind my ear. I lean forward and rest my forehead against his, closing my eyes. I was so afraid I’d lost him. I hear him breathe in and sigh. Then I feel him pull on my chin slightly and his lips meet mine. The kiss is slow and sweet; gentle and pure. I let my right hand reach up and rest on the side of Sam’s neck, the bottom of his hair brushing my fingers. We slowly pull apart and I’m almost afraid to open my eyes… but I do, and Sam’s staring back at me. He’s smiling and everything about him looks soft and inviting.

“I love you,” I whisper.

“I love you too,” he whispers back.

“Where’s Dean?” I ask, suddenly remembering the other brother.

“He’s still asleep,” Sam rolls his eyes and lets out a small laugh, “I suppose we should be too. Goodnight.”

He kisses me on the forehead and stands up.

“Goodnight, Sammy,” I smile.

He shakes his head, smiling, and leaves, closing the door quietly behind him.