SUPERNATURAL {one shots}

Cheater (Sam Winchester)

ANGST

Request: serendipity_haven

Warning: slightly smutty, cheating, soulless Sam

Words: 1756

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Y/N POV

I'm driving back from the grocery store. I'm stressed out of my mind.

Dean was missing, apparently abducted by aliens. Sam and I had heard it happen live when Dean was calling us, panicked and scared. Then suddenly it was just quiet.

Sam doesn't seem to care though. His empty vessel doesn't let him. His soul had been missing for some time now and it is both aggravating and sad to see. He doesn't feel empathy. He doesn't feel sadness. He doesn't feel anything. He knows he should, but he just doesn't. It scares me as well. As my boyfriend, he is supposed to love me. Does he do that now? Yes, he shows affection and we still go on dates and have sex, but he just so... Cold.

After Sam and I went to the campers, the people who were camping together to spot the aliens, we went back to the motel to do some research. After an hour or 2, I had decided to go get us some snacks.
I'm almost back now. I park in the motel's parking lot and get out with my groceries. I brought Sam's favorite vegan chips and myself some jerky and chocolate. I walk up to our room and rumble in my bag for the key.

I hear something. I stop my rumbling and listen quietly. Some stumbling is heard inside our room. I almost kick the door in, scared someone broke in, but I stop when I hear moans. High pitched and unnecessarily loud. A female moan. Multiple female moans.

Maybe it was just the TV. Maybe Sam was just waiting for me to go so he could have some time for himself. That was probably it. Right?

The moans get louder. That can't be TV. Hard bonks are heard, even through the door. That can't be TV.

Hastily I search for my key. I finally find it and with dread I put it in the lock. It unlocks and I take a deep breath. I know what I'm going to see isn't something I want to see. I know it's going to hard. But I have to. I slowly open the door and step inside. I feel like my heart stops.

There's a woman on top of Sam, the woman we saw at the campsite. She's bouncing her hippy ass onto his cock. His hands grip her hips tightly, slamming her down onto him. There are hickey's on her neck and her hair is a mess. They've been going at it for quite some time. The bed moves with each bounce and it collides with the wall, creating that bonking sound.

"Sam?" my voice is quiet, but loud enough for him to hear.

They both stop and Sam moves his head to the side so he can see me.

"Oh, Y/N. Hey", he says.

His voice sounds normal. Not a hint of guilt or shock. Just that emotionless, cold tone. The woman, clearly high, is kind of the same. She gets off of him and wraps a sheet around herself. Sam sits up and pulls the covers over his lower regions. I stare at him. I feel tears peick in my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. It's quiet, but it's deafening.

"Really?" I break the silence.

I let the groceries fall to the floor, his chips fall out. The chips I brought especially for him.

"After everything?" I continue.

He looks at me for a while. I don't know what he's thinking. I can't read him.

"I... I guess so yeah", he says, almost visibly shrugging.

I let out scoff laugh and roll my eyes, looking away. I look up and bite my lip. I don't want to cry. He doesn't deserve it. Sam stands up, the sheet still wrapped around his waist.