***I do NOT own Supernatural***
I am still new to Wattpad and writing stories in general so if this one shot sucks, I apologize in advanced.
Y/N=your name
"Sammy?" You called out to Sam who was sitting at one of the tables in the bunkers library pouring over countless books. He didn't even glance up at you but responded with a simple "Hmm?"
"What are you doing still up? It's 3 in the morning and you just finished a hunt. You need to sleep."
He ignored your comment and continued reading. You sighed and padded over to him barefooted in your pajamas that consisted of a pair of Sam's boxers and a black tank top.
"What are you working on?"
"A hunt." He muttered without looking up at you. You noticed that after escaping the cage and regaining his soul, he doesn't make much eye contact with you. In fact he has been really distant from you. He no longer looks you in the eye, calls you by your silly nicknames, or even tells you he loves you anymore.
You frowned. "An other hunt? Already? You and Dean just finished a hunt only a few hours ago and you're looking for an other hunt? Sam, you need to sleep. You haven't been sleeping like you should be. You're going to wear yourself out." You moved behind him and placed your hands on his shoulders gently massaging the tense muscles. "You're too stressed, Sammy. Come to bed with me, try to get a few hours of sleep."
He shrugged off your hands and you felt a pang of rejection and sadness shoot through your chest.
"I'm fine, Y/N."
You shook your head and moved to the other side of the table in front of him.
"No you're not, Sam. Don't lie to me. I can see that something is defiantly wrong. Just tell me so I can help you. Whatever is going on you don't have to go through alone, you have Dean, Cas, and I. We can help you though this but I need you to tell me what's wrong." You pleaded but he only shook his head.
"I said I'm fine."
"Well you are obviously lying. Sam, you're starting to worry me. You haven't been acting like yourself since you escaped the cage and got your soul back. You never tell me you love me anymore or you always come to bed late if you come at all, and you never want to look at me! I just want to know what I did to make you hate me so much!"
Tears were now trailing down your face as you stared at Sam, who for the first time since he got back, was looking you straight in the eyes with that sad puppy dog look in his eyes.
"Just tell me why you hate me so much." You said but it came out as a whisper.
Sam frowned and moved around the table to stand in front of you. He gently cupped your face with one hand and brushed away stray tears from your cheeks.
"I don't hate you, Y/N. I'm sorry I've been distant but I just need to figure out a few things."
"What things? Sam, you don't have to figure things out by yourself, tell me so I can help you. I want the old Sam back, my Sam. The one who would hold me close at night and tell me he loves me, the one who would watch silly children's movies when I'm sad. Just let me in. Stop shutting me out, please."
Sam stared at the floor and slightly shook his head. "I don't want to be a burden on you. I don't want you to worry about me. I can take care of myself." His voice wavered slightly and you could tell me was holding back tears.
You reached out and tilted his chin upward so you could see his face.
"Sammy, I love you so much. You are not a burden to me. Just tell me what's wrong and I'll help you fix it. There's nothing wrong with a little bit of help."
