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Heaven

Sam Winchester x Reader
Synopsis: You and Sam are on a hunt that goes horribly wrong. Will you both make it, and what happens if you don't.

Warning:I might have shed a tear or two writing this one.

"I really don't have a good feeling about this hunt. Can't we wait for Dean and Bobby to come help us?" Sam asked you as the two of you sat there looking through various forms of research.

The two of you had decided to try this hunt on your own, giving Dean a chance to recuperate after the last one. Dropping him off at Bobby's, you and Sam had made your way to Montana, where you were getting ready to hunt and kill a pack of werewolves.

Frustrated that your time alone with Sam would be coming to an end, you knew he was right. When you had first taken the case, you though there would only be one werewolf, two tops. But after spending the last day doing research, you realized you had a much bigger problem on your hands, a family of werewolves, at least 6 if not more.

"Call them." You conceeded. "See how quickly they can get here. I just don't want anyone else to die if we can help it."

Sam smiled at you, and you caught yourself wondering how you had gotten so lucky to find a guy like him. He was smart, smarter than anyone you had ever known, and he had a kindness to him that shown through in his gorgeous hazel eyes. He cared deeply, doing anything in his power to protect the people he loved, and you felt privileged to be considered part of that small group.

" I just don't have a good feeling about it, and I want to keep you safe." Sam replied, pulling his phone out to call his brother.

Dean didn't answer, but Sam left him a voice mail stating that we wanted help and our location, and to show up as quickly as possible.

While he was on the phone, you kept going over the victims records, noticing something seemed off, but you couldn't figure out what. So far a total of 4 people had been killed, each with their hearts torn out. But one couple seemed familiar, but you couldn't place your finger on how.

Once Sam was done, you called him over to you, showing him the couples files. "They seem familiar, but I can't place why."

Sam stared for a moment, then you saw recognition dawn on his face. "That's Joe and Sarah Beverly. They're hunters. Ran into them about a year ago on a Rugaru hunt."

Your heart sunk at the fact that the hunting community had lost two of its members. You watched in confusion as Sam started packing everything up, rushing around the room. "Sam what are you doing?"

"Joe and Sarah were amazing hunters, they shouldn't have been killed during a routine hunt like that. There has to be something more. So we are going to leave, meet up with Dean and Bobby, and regroup."

You knew what Sam was saying was smart, you just hated leaving in the middle of a hunt. Throwing your clothes back in your bag, you grabbed your weapons, tossing them in and zipping it up. Glancing around to make sure you hadn't forgotten anything, you waited for Sam to finish, one hand on the handle of the door.

Once he had double checked to make sure he had everything, he nodded at you, holding the keys to the car he had borrowed from Bobby, leaving Dean the Impala.

You opened the door, and stepped blindly outside, which turned out to be your second mistake, your first was packing all of your weapons. A strong arm grasped you, pulling you tight to a bulging chest as they shoved you back into the room.

"What the hell?" Sam got out, before he realized what was going on. While you were being held under duress, more bodies filed in to the room, crowding the small area. Men and woman of various age and size, all with sharp fangs and claws, their eyes glowing. It looks like the werewolf clan had already noticed your arrival, and your departure was planned too late.