Supernatural Preferences & Imagines

Sam Winchester Imagine

If you loved me, why'd you leave me?

"Sam!" You knocked hard on his bedroom door, not giving up until he opened up.

Sam groaned and opened his door, but didn't do anything. He just stared at your face and took in your details. Your beautiful face, your perfect body, your amazing smile that made any gloomy day sunny.

Without breaking eye contact, he tugged you in his room and shut the door, placing a kiss on your lips. "Your so beautiful," he murmured in your ear, your face red. "Sam..." He kissed you again, quieting you.

"I love you."

Sam just stared at his hands, blinking back his tears. He failed. Tears fell down, and he felt utterly and completely alone. He sniffled and cried, angry at himself. He was weak and horrible. How could he do that? Sam hurt you, and he wouldn't and couldn't forgive himself.

"[Y/N]—"

"No!" You snapped, turning to face the shirtless man with teary eyes. He looked heartbroken and pained when he saw your face. "I don't want to be here anymore," you spat, angry for crying in front of him. "Just leave me alone, don't...don't talk to me. I'm done. Stay away from me, Sam."

Sam almost started to cry, but he held it in. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, it was never my intentions—" "Never your intentions!? Sam, you expect me to believe that after I caught you in bed naked? And don't even get me started on who it was!" You were crying tears of anger and sadness, and it was in that moment that you were done.

The pain Sam kept causing you was chipping away at you, and finally you stopped it. It was about time. "We're bad for each other," you softened your voice, "all we do is hurt each other. You hurt me and in return I hurt you." Sam felt him dying inside. His hands shook and his lip wobbled a bit.

"Goodbye Sam."

He cried in bed for days after you had finally said goodbye for good.

Sam just hunched over, crying. "It's all my fault," he sobbed, his face tear-streaks and his hair messy. "I did this..." He looked up and stuck his hand out, grabbing his beer. He chugged it in a gulp and laid back on his couch. He just stared at the ceiling. You were his angel that made him good, made him clean and better in his life.

And the moment you were gone was the moment he realized he took you for granted.

Sam launched back into his old ways: sleeping around, getting drunk, and never visiting his family. Without you, his goodness was taken away and he returned to being the one person he hated to see the most.

His old self.

Him.

Sam just polished off his drink. This was too much thinking, and he was tired of thinking about you. But his mind wouldn't shake you away, though. He missed you, despite all the revolting he did against it. Sam needed you, and he needed you so much that he couldn't stop crying and drinking until he passed out.

The air was warm and the sun was out.

The day was gloomy to him and Sam knew that your smile wouldn't be there for him anymore to make it a sunny day.

"[Y/N], I take you..."

Sam pushed away from the building, tired of spying. He felt a surge of anger and threw his bottle, the glass shattering around the perfection of the scenery. He let out a yell, pulling his hair and covering his face with his hands. Sam couldn't help the sobs that racked his body, his heart in too much pain to not cry.

"You may now..."

No, you may not! Sam growled in his head, his eyes red from the tears.

"Wait!"

Sam glanced up and he saw the doors push open and you stepped out, your make up done perfectly.

It only made Sam more hurt and sad that he let you slip through his fingers. "Sam, what are you doing here?" You asked, shuffling your way towards him. Sam just stared at you before the tears fell once more. "I'm sorry," he croaked. "I'm sorry, please don't do this."

You just looked at him sadly. "Move on, Sam," you said softly, "I did. Now you. I'm happy, Sam, I'm finally happy—" the words stung Sam and pierced his heart so that he could feel it breaking. "—and I want to you to be happy, too."

"But I'm happy with you!" He protested, his eyes red and he frowned. "We were the perfect couple...you completed me..." That hurt you, but you didn't give in. "But not together, Sam. We were never made to be together."

Sam just snapped his head up, his face shocked and pained. You didn't think you two were meant to be? "Then why did you fix me then break me?" He snapped, anger and sadness blurring into one emotion that he couldn't handle. "Because all we were was a game of who can fix who and break them first!" You snapped back. "And you won, you broke me first."

You turned and glanced back at him as you went to the door again, your clothes swishing. "Find happiness, Sam. Because it's not with me."

Sam rubbed his blurry eyes, stumbling up. His phone buzzed and buzzed, but he didn't pick it up. It continued to buzz. Sam ignored it and looked at the bottle of the table. It was small. It was a chance to make him happy again.

He wanted to do anything to be happy again.

Sam closed his eyes, putting down the bottle. He hadn't opened the bottle, instead he drank some more until he was tired. He closed his eyes, sighing. His phone was still ringing. "I'll be happy again..." He murmured. Suddenly, his door was opened and he swore he saw you. "Sam!" You said, but he thought you looked like you screamed. Sam just shrugged it off, he was about to pass out—from drinking like he has. Dean ran in behind you, hysterical. "Not picking up...worried..."

Happiness...

"I did it..." Sam whispered as you held him in your lap, tears falling. "I found happiness again." He faintly reached up and touched your cheek, but his hand fell again. Sam closed his eyes again, drifting to sleep. You hiccuped and held him close. "Oh god, I thought we lost you! Dean was saying you weren't picking up your phone and that he hasn't seen you in a while..." It was then that you noticed he fell asleep in your arms. He looked so peaceful and happy.

He finally got to be with you again, he didn't have to watch you be with someone else. He found his happiness after a long time. You

"Sam..."

[Y/N]...

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damn...

I'm on a sad streak. :( sorry for them, I usually write the imagines on what I'm feeling at the moment. . .

But I'm fine. Aren't we all?

I liked the song. . .if you didn't listen to it when you read it, you totally should have. <3 itttt

<3 <3 <3 (and more) to you, the person reading this. If no one has told you this today, I will. You are beautiful and wanted. Plus, you deserve a lot more hearts I can type out. <3 <3 <3