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SAM WINCHESTER

A dream that shouldn't end
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Sam Winchester
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Male!Reader

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-No One's P.O.V-

Sam unlocked the front door with a key, he entered the house and looked around as if looking for someone. He kicked off his shoes and shrugged off the coat that was covering the nice suit that he was wearing. "Honey? You home?" A voice called out from the living area. "Huh? Oh yeah! I'm home!" He took off his blazer and followed the direction of the voice. Standing in the kitchen was a man that was making food, "Hey [Y/N], what are you making?" Sam asked as he hugged his fiance from behind, pressing a small kiss against the back of his lover's neck.

[Y/N] giggled a bit, he leaned into Sam's touch happily. "Spaghetti, I can't make anything else Sam." Sam chuckled, "Yeah I know. I really should teach you how to cook." Sam sighed and let go of [Y/N]. Sam went upstairs to put away his suit blazer and his tie. He huffed, running his hand through his hair. He stared at the floor for a moment before going back down stairs to help [Y/N] make garlic bread. "So how was your day at work?" The [H/C]ed man asked Sam as the brunette rolled up his sleeves. 

"It sucked, my boss had us do a stupid like... boding exercise. It was really dumb. What about you?" Sam asked as he popped he bread into the oven. "Some lady started yelling at me because I spelled her name wrong, and it was scary, she almost threw her coffee at me." [Y/N] said as he strained the noddles that he has been stirring. "Really? Man people like that are the reason I have no hope for humanity." Sam was now setting the table. "She got banned from the cafe." [Y/N] snickered.

Soon enough the meal was done, and the two were sitting at the table, eating in mostly silence, just enjoying each others company, but every once and again one of them would crack a joke, filling the mostly silent area with laughter. Once the meal was finished Sam took the dishes and cleaned them, while his lover went upstairs to change into pajamas. Soon Sam joined his love upstairs. Sam took off his shirt and changed into pajama pants. He slipped into bed with [Y/N], who quickly snuggled up with Sam.

Suddenly Sam's vision went black, everything was silent, but the silence was suddenly cut by a scream, Sam was unable to move. "[Y/N]!! [Y/N]!!" He had tried to yell for his lover, now he could see, he could see the mutilated corpse of the man that he has been holding only moments ago. He yelled his lovers name once again, reaching for his lover, as he reached his lover his body jolted, and it was black once again.

"Sam!! Sammy!" The sound of Dean's voice broke up the dream that Sam was having. Sam's eyes shot open, and he sat up in a panic, hyperventilating. "Hey, hey, chill out. Are you okay?" Dean asked while rubbing Sam's back. "I... I'm fine... I was just dreaming about... [Y/N]." Sam messed up his hair and he tried to keep his tears from spilling. "Oh-" Dean was there when [Y/N] had been murdered, it was months ago, Sam hadn't gotten over the death of his lover, he had sworn to himself to never get into another relationship, after Jess, and [Y/N] there was no way in hell he could love again.

Dean didn't know how to help Sam, he had never been that attached to another person. Sam had begun crying, all Dean could do was try to comfort his little brother. The motel room was filled with the sounds of Sam crying.

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