Sam Winchester Imagines

Imagine... Sam dying in your arms

"SAM WATCH OUT!" you yelled but you were too late. The demon stabbed Sam and blood began to seep through his shirt. You ran and grabbed your knife and luckily you were able to throw it right into the middle of the demon's back, killing him. You turned and ran towards Sam who had collapsed to the floor, "Sam? Sam, no," you said trying to keep the tears from your eyes but with no success.
"Y/N?" Sam managed to get out.
"I'm so sorry. This is all my fault if I hadn't-"
"No, I'm sorry," Sam said looking up to you, his head cradled in your lap. You kissed his forehead.
"You'll be fine all we have to do is get you to a hospital and y-you'll be fine," you said trying to pick him up.
"Ow," Sam moaned, "hey hey hey, Y/N, look at me. You need to stop. I'm not gonna make it, not this time."
"No, you have to. I can't live without you, I can't live knowing that your death was because of me," you cried.
"It's not your fault, I love you," Sam smiled.
"I love you too," you smiled.
"I love you so much," Sam said as you kissed him and felt his last breath.
"I love you," you said crying into his lifeless chest, blood staining your fingers, "I love you."