Supernatural- Reader Inserts (1)

Sam- Arguments

You were in the kitchen, cooking something to eat. They left you here, in the bunker alone, again. It wasn't that you hated the fact they leave you behind. It was the fact you were always alone.

You heard the sound of the door opening and you grabbed the hand gun and shoved it in the waistline of your jeans. The gun was cold against your back.

"(y/n)?" Sam's voice filled the air. You smiled and went to him.

"Hi." You said. He looked at you and kissed your forehead. Which caused you to frown. He hasn't given you a real kiss in a while.

"I'm going to hit the hay." Dean said as he walked passed you. "Sam, you need to talk to her" he said.

"I will, trust me, I will." Sam gave his brother a nod. He then turned to you. "(y/n), we need to talk." He said.

"O-okay" you said. You walkes to the couch. Sam followed behind you.
"Is something wrong?"

"No... actually... yes." He said.

"You can tell me, you know I'm always here for you." He looked away from you.

"That's the thing. Dean and I think you should leave." He said.

Dean and I think you should leave.

... and I think you should leave

... you should leave

... leave

"S-Sam--"

"Please, don't make this hard." He whispered. You were fighting back the tears. You stood up, and turned away from him.

"W-Why?" Your voice cracking as you spoke.

"You're not needed." He said.

You're not needed

...not needed

... needed

The tears spilled as your heart broke. "I-I understand. I'll get my things." You walked to your room, well soon to be old room.

You packed your bag, then wrote a small letter.

Sam,

I am sorry, sorry I couldn't be what you wanted. I don't understand why. Why make me leave now?

I want you to know. Every time you and Dean are gone and leave me behind alone. I wait and stay. Praying that you two will come home alive.

I love you. I love you so much it hurts. I kills me to have to wait days, weeks to find out if k might have to watch your body burn.

I'm sorry, I just hope some day, some where, you find another girl. One that will love you like I do.

Sincerely,

(y/n)

You placed the letter and a picture of you and Sam on your pillow and grabbed your bag.

Sam wasn't in the room as you walked to the door. You didn't get to say goodbye as you left, into the dark of the night.

(HEY! SHOULD THIS ONE CONTINUE?)