Sam Winchester Imagines

Woods

"Sam!" You yell as twigs and prickers whip at your ankles. 

You push a tree limb out of your way as you continue to walk, slightly straying off the path. 

"Sammy!" You hear Dean's low, growly voice holler from a few yards away.

"Where are you, Sam?!" You yell.

"Y/N!" You hear Dean yell.  "I found him!" His voice cracked. 

"Is it that bad?" You think to yourself. 

You start to run in his direction.  He wasn't very far, so you stopped after about 30 seconds. 

"Oh, my god," Your hands fly over your mouth in shock. 

"Hi," You hear Sam say, as he forced a pained smile.  His voice was filled with pain, and you can't blame him. 

You look down to his stomach and chest area.  There was a large gash with blood soaking through his multiple layers of shirts. 

"Y/N, help me lift him," Dean says, interrupting your thoughts about the wound. 

"Yeah... Okay," You say as you get closer to him. 

You help him stand, but when he does manage to stand, the blood pours out of the gash quicker.  You quickly slip off your jacket and ball it up, pressing it onto the wound. 

"Y/N... Your jacket..." Sam forced himself to speak.

"I can buy another," You say as you assist Sam and Dean to they're car. 

"Sam, stop talking, you're wasting energy," Dean pleas. 

Sam nodded and stayed quiet.

When Dean finally reached the bunker, you three got in that position again and you helped Sam inside. 

Dean wiped away a small tear that had escaped when he thought no one was looking. 

"Dean, it'll be okay," Sam promised, even though all three of you know it wasn't true. 

"Y/N, get some alcohol and a needle," Dean ordered. 

"Dean, I know you want to save him, but this is beyond us.  We need to take him to a hospital," You say, getting up to get the stuff Dean asked for anyway.  You know he won't do it.

"There isn't enough time to do that, Y/N!"

Out of the corner of your ear, you see Sam pull Dean down to his level on the table and whisper something in his ear.  Dean pulls away and shakes his head, crying harder now. 

"I can't do that, Sammy... You know that."

You come back a moment later with the supplies. 

"We won't need those..." Sam said, his voice barely audible. 

"Wha- What? Why not?" You stammer.

"There isn't enough time..." He says, a small smile on his face. 

"Sam, stop!" Dean orders.

"Goodbye, Dean..." Sam says.

"Y/N... There's something I've wanted to tell you about for a while now.  I wish the circumstances were different... But this may be my only chance..." He pauses, obviously fighting the pain.  "Y/N, I love you."

He fades away before you can respond.  "Sam..." You say.  "Sam? Sam!" You sob. 

He never knew that you loved him too. 

And that's how Sam Winchester died.  With a small smile on his face, surrounded b