Supernatural Imagines (Requests Accepted)

Demon Inside(Sam X Reader 10)

Imagine helping Sam after he was trying to purify Demon!Dean.

You walked down the long bunker hallway and sat right outside of the room that Sam and Dean were in. Sam was trying to rid the demon out of Dean and he said you could not be in there with him. You don't know why you could not be in there, but you respected Sam's wishes. You knew you were trying to support Sam as much as you could right now. He really needed your help, even though he was trying to be the bigger man right now. After he would stop the treatments for a little bit, he would break down. It really broke your heart in a million pieces to see Sam this way and to see Dean be this way too. Even though it really was not Dean talking, it was the demon inside talking. 

About a half hour later Sam came out of the room, teary eyed and tired. All the color was drained from his face with his eyes that also showed major heart break. "Hey Sammy," you got up to hug him. He just pushed you off and walked in the direction to his room. You have never seen him like this, it was like a different Sam was walking around right now. But you were determined to help him out because you knew that he would help you in times like this. 

Sam stopped in front of his room and he turned around to look at you before saying, "why can't you leave me alone."

"I will not leave you in times like this." You shouted. 

"Why the hell not?"

"Because you are not okay and I don't want to leave you hurt like this. You would never leave me like this, you would be there for me. You would help me out every way you can and you would set aside your feelings if you weren't okay. I became first if I was sad, you did not care about yoursef. Now it is time for me to step up to the plate and help you. I don't want to see you hurt like this."

"I am perfectly fine."

"Samuel, no you are not." You said eyes narrowing as he just shrugged. You looked up at his eyes, trying to give him a hopeful look. Then, as if you thought it would never happen, Sam hugged you and picked you up. 

"I am not okay.." He trailed as he set you down with his face buried in your neck. You rubbed his back before he broke the hug and walked into his room. You walked in behind him, closing the door and sitting down on the bed. He stood there for a minute before sitting down next to you. 

"Maybe mom would have still been alive if it was not for me." He said stuttering. 

"What?" You said cocking your head. 

"He had said that to me."

"You know that is not true."

"But why would he say that?"

"He is just trying to get under your skin."

"He does have a point."

"Why are you letting this get to you."

"What if it was all my fault?"

"It is not, he is just trying to get to you and you are doing what needs to be done."

"You know I thought I would never have to do this...." He said looking at you, and you weakly smiled at him. You looked away, trying to think of ways to help him out. After a minute or two you had the perfect idea. 

"Give me a minute, I'll be back." You said getting up. You headed off to your room, once you got there you went over to your dvd rack. You pulled out a certain dvd, in hopes to bring up his mood and help him a little bit. 

You came back into the room and Sam had a puzzled look on his face. Although you could tell his eyes were glossy from crying when you had lef the room, which you decided it would be best not to ask and  just be there for him. "I brought a movie in hopes to lift your spirits a little bit, I know it is not much, but I don't really know how to help." You shrugged. 

"What did you bring?" He questioned a little unsure. 

" Jeff Dunham." You said putting it in the dvd player, you turned the movie on right away. You could tell that Sam was in no laughing mood, it was written all over his face. 

About an half hour Sam was out cold and you got up. You wandered down the hallway, down to the room where Dean was. You knew that you were supposed to stay away, but part of you could not help yourself. You got to the room, seeing the door partly open, Dean was asleep in the chair. You just sat there, just staring at him. He had changed so much from when you first knew him. Just seeing him like this and knowing how much this tore Sam to pieces. You could really see why, just imagining your brother becoming a demon and tearing you down. It just hurt by the thought of it. 

You could not stand being by that room anymore, so you left to go back to Sam's room. You entered his room, he was still asleep on his bed. You crawled back onto the bed where you were before you left. You looked at Sam and saw a tear rolling down his cheek, at that moment, your heart shattered into a million pieces. You leant down, kissing the tear and saying, "it's okay Sam." Sam opened his eyes, looking right at you.

"I sure hope so," he said pained. You hugged him, holding him tight and not wanting to let him go.