Supernatural Oneshots:))

Blood Junkie - Sam

A/n: I'm so sorry this request took so long to finish, but it's here!! (finally) Anyways, thank you so much Gemmettina007 for this request, I haven't seen any oneshots of this episode before, and it's literally SUCH a COOL IDEA. Also, this will be completely from Sam's pov cause I need to make more oneshots from others' pov. I hope you enjoy :)

This is mostly sad/fluff

Not dating!

"Okay, let me out. This is not funny." I plead through the barred window in the door. "Damn straight." Dean scoffed, I can't deal with this right now, I can't deal with him right now. "Dean, come on. Let me out." My voice was shaky from emotion, even if I tried to hide it. "No, not until you dry out." He stated coldly. "Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lied to you. Just open the door." I begged. "You don't have to apologize. It's not your fault. It's not your fault that you lied to me over and over again. I get it now. You couldn't help it." Dean talked with zero warmth in his voice. It threatened me in a way.

"I'm not some junkie," I rolled my eyes. "What does he think will happen, locking me up in this uncomfortable room. It's not like he can keep me prisoner here forever. "Really? I guess I've just imagined how strung out you've been lately." He responded. "You're actually trying to twist this into some kind of ridiculous drug intervention?" I scoffed again, his fucking ego always gets in the way of everything. "I will do anything I can to help you, to save you from this poison," Dean still tried to keep his feelings contained, but his act was slipping. "Dean, I'm not drinking the demon blood for kicks. I'm getting strong enough to kill Lilith." Why can't he let me be the hero for once, I don't need saving.

"Strong?" He questioned, and I responded with a confused look. "This is about as far away from strong as you can get. Try weak. Try desperate. Pathetic." Dean spat. My stomach tightened into knots, though I refused to show it, his words hurt like hell. "Killing Lilith is what matters. Or are you so busy being self-righteous you forgot about her?" I argued back. "Oh, Lilith's gonna die. Bobby and I will kill her. But not with you." He shrugged. "You're not serious." I said angrily, "Congrats, Sammy. You just bought yourself a benchwarmer seat to the apocalypse." He snapped, quickly closing the window cover, separating me from the rest of the world. From the blood.

"Dean, look-no, wait-" I heard his heavy steps getting farther and farther away, "Come back here. Dean! Let me out of here! Dean! Let me out of here! Let me out! Dean!" I screamed, I heard no response. I was all alone now, completely and utterly alone.

I have spent one night in here, time feels different here. It hurts knowing they're out there carrying on without me, fighting without me. I circled the room, and I stopped at the door. The lights flickered, oh shit. The room became blurry, something was coming. I pounded on the door in desperation, "Guys! Get down here! Something's coming!" I shouted through the metal door, but heard no steps running to save me. I knew they could hear me, they just couldn't care any less. Slowly I turned around, the fear was pumping through my veins. Alastair stood in front of me. His yellow eyes reflected the sunlight coming in from the ceiling. "Hello Sam," he grinned, and lunged for me. Everything went black.

It's almost as if time had jumped. When I woke up I tried to get up, but I couldn't move, I was tied down, restrained. "Don't. No, no, don't. Don't, don't. No-stop! Stop! Alastair-please. Please." I begged pathetically, I knew he would torcher me. "So polite all of a sudden. Very nice. I appreciate that." His voice reminds me of sandpaper, it destroys my ears. "Say," he started, "Where's your lady friend?" Alastair tried to sound casual, but I knew his intentions. "No. Alastair, please. No, no-" I continued to plead, ignoring his question. "Man, she is a pretty little thing isn't she." He sighed, "Y/n was it?" He chuckled. My jaw locked, and I gritted my teeth together. Her name shouldn't pass his lips. If I wasn't tied down I would have smashed his head into the pavement right then and there. He ran a knife down my chest, earning a scream from my lungs. "No. No. God, no! Please! Please, please. God!" I screamed.