Sam Winchester Imagines

Imagine: Cheering Up Sad Sam

TW: THIS IMAGINE HAS MENTIONS OF SUICIDE. IF IT IS A SENSITIVE TOPIC PLEASE SKIP OR WAIT FOR MY NEXT CHAPTER WHICH WILL NOT HAVE THIS SAME WARNING. THANK YOU.

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Tonight was the usual click and scroll on social media type of night. 11 PM. You decided it was time to take your meds and wind down. Where was Sam? You've been living with him for a year and a half now and sometimes he doesn't come home when he says he will. It is quite upsetting to you.

'Oh well. Maybe he's just spending time with his brother' Was your train of thought. Hopefully that was true. It could be much worse. Was he dead? Was he in trouble? Was he CHEATING? See that there is exactly why you were prescribed antipsychotics.You always felt he was one of the three.

You swallowed your pills as fast as you could to avoid the powdery taste of the pill, yet you failed miserably. You began choking, chugging down a glass of water. Maybe it would've been a good idea to take the pills with water all together. Unfortunately, you were in a tremendous amount of stress so you weren't thinking clearly.

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You were almost asleep when you awoke to a loud crash coming from the other room.

"What the fuck?" You growled, your eyes opening slowly. "Sam? Baby? What's going on?"

Clearly he was intoxicated.
"Sam. Hey. Come here." You were still laying down, too grumpy and tired to stand. Hopefully he'd listen.

"H-Hi-Hiya.."
He was so drunk it was unbelievable.

"What's going on babe? Why are you so fucking drunk and smelly?"

Sam looked away embarrassed.
"I kind of threw up."

You groaned. Well, maybe we should clean you up, eh?" You slowly had gotten up from the bed. It was quite difficult, speaking there was no bed frame and the mattress was on the ground. And that's a story for another time.

"Ohhhh uhh ummms uh okay." He was now slurring words.

"Damn it, baby. Talk to me..what the hell happened?" You took his hand and yanked him towards the bathroom connected to your room.

"Youuuuus ah uh. Know um...Rachel rights?"

You nodded, closing the toilet seat, to let him sit down.

"Go on."

"She's dead." He suddenly started to tear up. "I don't know why she did it, (Y/N)! She was perfectly happy."

You cocked an eyebrow, soaking a warm washcloth. He had puke all over his face...it was very disgusting. But he was your fiance so you put up with it.

"Sam...You do realize people who are 'perfectly happy' people aren't always happy, right. If what you're telling me is true. Maybe she was mentally suffering and felt like her only way out was death. It's sad to say, but a lot of people feel like that. Even me."

Sam shot his head up and looked at you in shock.

"W-WHAT? You mean you-"

"Yes, baby. I have tried to end myself before. I can completely relate to the mental pain. It's a very selfish thing to do. But I can't tell you what happens after death so.."

He put his face in his hands and started sobbing.

"Hey. Hey. It's okay. I'm on meds now, so I no longer have 'spicy thoughts'. Don't you worry about me. I have you now and you're my source of happiness."

"I love you.." He mumbled and pulled you into a tight embrace.

"Love you too. But please wash your face. Then we can go to bed. I'm so wiped out. These are terribly strong meds..I feel like it's almost too much medicine. But my psychiatrist knows what she's doing."

Sam slowly reached for the washcloth and wiped his face. He gagged a little bit at the smell. He laughed a little which warms your heart. The last thing you wanted to ever see is Sam sad.

"Thank you baby for everything." You smiled crookedly, kissing him softly. He still reeked of puke, but surprisingly it didn't bother you.

"You're welcome. Come on, get those clothes off and let's head to bed."

"Y-You mean?"

"Not sex baby. Not now. I feel we're both exhausted. Tomorrow." Winked at him, turning around and blushing a tad because he had grabbed your ass moments before.

He stood up and turned you around so you would look at him.

"You sure...?" He says grinning.

"Okay...maybe one round tonight and some tomorrow?" You giggled and watched him strip.

Now it was your turn.

"Come on, sexy. Follow me." You mumbled and guided him to the bed.

The fun was just about to start.