Sam Winchester Imagines

Scared-Part 2

A/N: This story was requested by DirkStriderIsHot but part one of this story was requested by Lucifers_own. Hope that's not confusing :). Also, if you read part one, you know that there is a trigger warning, but in this one, it just talks about it, but I suppose I talk about it graphically.

You close your eyes and lean your head on Sam's hard shoulder as he tells Dean that he'll explain it later.

You close your eyes tighter as you hear Dean mutter an okay and then retreating footsteps.

You sigh a little and Sam wraps and arm around your shoulders. The two of you sit there in silence for what seems like forever. But that's okay. It was a blissful silence, a beautiful silence, a calming, relaxing silence.

Sam was the one to end it, "Y/N..." he says. I don't think he actually know what he was going to say, I think it just felt right for him to speak. "I know that this is going to be rough for you... But I want you to know I'm here..." he says, practically whispering.

You close your eyes, listening intensely, but it's so hard to concentrate on what he's saying. Everything is distracting, the crickets outside, the open window blowing in a breeze that rattles papers on your desk. The sound of birds chirping just outside your window.

"Can we just stay quiet for a little longer...?" You asks after a moment.

"Sure..." he says hesitantly.

-Sam's POV-

We sit silently, obeying her wishes.

I look to my side, seeing her hair, a perfect color, on my shoulder, her eyes, although I can't see them now, I memorized the beautiful color. I move down to her body with my eyes, her skin is the perfect color, nearly flawless (flawless is boring, right?). All I can wonder as I do this is, 'Why waste such a perfect body'?

I feel her stir on my arm and I let her ger comfortable. She moves so that the back of her head is on my lower thigh. I can now stare at her face, although I can't see her eyes. She closed them, attempting to rest, I suppose.

I watch as her chest rises and falls and I'm happy that it remains that way. Rising and falling in rhythm with mine.

I get up, setting her head on her pillow. I walk to the door of her bedroom and watch her just for a little longer before I go downstairs and talk to Dean.

"Sammy-" Dean starts in a confrontational tone.

"She tried to kill herself, Dean," I say, interrupting him. I stop and let that sink in. "She mentioned your name. She said you called her srupid
Did you?" I ask.

He nods a little. "She's failing every class..." he says, trying to cover up what he had done.

"I don't care about your excuses, Dean. I don't want you talking to her like that. Ever. I'll deal with her, alone, for a while at least."

"Did... Is she okay now?" He asks, leaning his head down slightly, avoiding eye contact.

"Yeah. She got her vein, but I called Cas in time. He healed her," I say as I turn around and start to walk away.

-Your POV-

You wake up alone in your room.

"Was it all a nightmare...?" You think to yourself.

You look down at your wrist and see a nasty scar where you had cut it. You ran your fingertips over it softly. Cas was able to heal you, but he couldn't get rid of the scar.