Supernatural Imagines

Sam/ Letters For You

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: AU where Dean didn't sell his soul in the season 2 finale. Reader (who was Sam's girlfriend/boyfriend) writes letters to Sam.
Word Count: 2355
Warnings: Character death. Angst.

A/N: Sorry i haven't been updating hope you enjoy this sad chapter.

song for the chapter is: Sad Song by We The Kings 

May 2007

Sam,

It just doesn't seem real.

I can still feel the mud seeping into my clothes. I can still feel the light rain falling on me and the tears running down my cheeks. I can still hear the sound of the knife digging deep into your back, the sounds of Dean's screams mixed with mine, and the sound of Bobby's gunshots. I can still see the sight of your body falling into Dean's arms.

I haven't stopped crying since that night. Dean has brought your body home. There's nothing that we can do to bring you back that doesn't risk anyone's well-being. Dean wants to sell his soul, but I was able to talk him out of it.

If it were up to me, I would've sold my soul instead of Dean. Dean doesn't know that, though. I suggest you don't say anything to him. Ha, listen to me...

I see you laying in one of the bedrooms in Bobby's house. I keep waiting for you to wake up, walk into the kitchen, and start looking through the fridge for a beer like you always do. But I know that you won't. I have never felt pain like this before.

I hate you for ruining my life, but you know I really do love you.

I hoped that maybe I wouldn't have to live to see this day. I wish I could've taken that knife to the back instead of you.

I want you to wake up. Can you do that for me, Sammy?

I can't do this anymore, Sam. It's killing me, seeing you laying there. Your body is so cold.

When you wake up, just make sure you know that I made this decision on my own.

Love, Y/N.

~

June 2007

Sam,

You woke up just like I said you would. You wondered what happened and how you came back. It took everything in me not to break down right then and there. Dean gave me a look, and I'm sure he knows already.

Love, Y/N,

~

July 2007

Sam,

It's been two months since you came back. You're still confused. You have no clue, and I keep wondering why Dean hasn't said anything to you yet. After all, this was originally his idea – of course, it should be him in this situation and not me.

Love, Y/N,

~

August 2007

Sam,

Month number three.

Your status: Still confused.

Dean confronted me right before I sat down to write this letter. He questioned me, then he basically gave me a lecture. I denied what I did, swore up and down that I didn't do what he had planned to do. Dean still hasn't bought it.

I hope you don't find out. Not until after I'm gone anyway.

I've been slowly pushing you away, and you've been noticing that. You keep asking what you're doing wrong. You've done nothing wrong, Sam. This is my fault.