Supernatural Imagines

Sam Winchester Imagine

You wake up with a happy sigh, smiling, reach out to the other side of your bed to find Sam or at least Sam's hand. But all you feel is the cold material of the bed sheet. And your good mood disappears.
You open your eyes and when you try to turn around in your bed, a pain streaks through your whole body. "Ouch! Damn it!", you scream.
You don't know where you are. "What the....?", you whisper.
You've never seen this room before and there is nobody else in it but you. Even though you nearly black out because of the hot pain, you fight against it and try to raise from the bed. On tiptoe, you walk to the door, take a moment to breath against the pain. Than you open it. "Dean? Sam? Anyone?", you ask.

And really, a door opens and Sam looks at you. His hair messy, dark rings under his eyes, dirty clothes. "What happened to you?", you whisper and hurry towards him. He doesn't answer, but he falls around your neck, pulling you so hard against his body that you squeak. You feel the pain again. You don't even know where it cones from. "Sam. Please." He lets go of you and stares at you for a moment, tears rushing down his cheeks. "Y/N. You... You're alive...", he says breathless. "Of course I'm alive. Why shouldn't I? But tell me: What happened? I don't remember anything. Last thing I memorize is me and you.... After visiting this bar..." You grin, because you think of the night the two of you had spent. Sam hugs you again. Tightly. Then he takes your face into his hands. Kisses you. On the forehead. On the cheeks. The nose. The mouth. "Sam... What... What happened? You scare me!" "I love you, n/y. Don't you ever forget this." "O-okay... I.... I don't... Sam, could you please explain to me what happened?!" He shakes his head and it looks to you as if he wanted to clear his mind before he started to speak again. "It's not easy...." He clears his throat. "It's... I just thought I had lost you." "Eh... Okay..." You don't really get it. You don't feel like you are in a dying condition, but it was probably better not to ask any further. Not now. Maybe later. "Well, I am alive. And I am starving!" Sam smiles. A tired smile. But even through the tears that shine in his eyes you can see that it is a happy smile. "I'll make you some bacon. Just promise me that I'll never lose you again, okay?" You are confused. He lost you? How? Why was he so scared? "Okay.", you smile and step on tiptoe, so you can kiss his cheek. "I promise, when you get me some bacon and pain killers."