supernatural imagines and preferences

Sam x Reader

Words: 1010
Song: I don't love you by My Chemical Romance

"What do you mean I can't come?" you yelled at Sam, hearing your words echo off the bunkers walls.

"Your to fragile and I don't want you getting hurt!"

"Fragile? You think I'm fragile?! Sam, I have been kidnapped! I have been tortured for years on end! Possessed! Forced to watch everyone I love die right in front of my face! You think I'm fucking fragile" you yelled even louder, holding back the angry tears that want to escape your eyes.

"Yes! I think your fucking fragile! Your inconsiderate, you take everything like its a joke! you can't even shoot straight! You are extremely emotionally unstable! So yes, your fragile." He said, his yelling getting quieter as he came closer. "It's a dangerous hunt and I don't want to lose you. You might hate me now, and you might think that all those pointless beatings make you strong, but they don't." He said, looking you in the eye with the most loving face he could pull.
He started coming closer and closer until you had your back to the wall and his arms on both sides of you. He started to lean in, thinking that a kiss would convince you otherwise and everything would be fine.
As he leaned in you went under his arm and slowly walked to your shared room. You knew he felt you leave his grasp, your theory proved when you heard his body crashing in a chair, probably putting his head in his hands and raking his hands through his messy locks. You had grabbed a duffle and your suitcase, sneaking into the bathroom to get all your toiletries, then proceeding back to your room to pack all of your things.
Your almost completely done shoveling all of the things you have into your bags, but its not taking long considering you don't have much. Clothes, a few old Polaroids, and three frames with pictures.

  You walked to your dresser to grab your picture frames and your remaining clothes. You pushed the pajama pants and tank tops in the bag and grabbed one of the four picture frames. You looked at one in a black frame that had a picture of you and Sam in it.
You, Sam, and Dean were all sitting in the back yard of the bunker having a fire. It was right after a case that was supposed to be an easy be-head them all and get out thing, but ended up having more vamps than expected. Dean had been watching Sam's back so he didn't get hurt, and you were dealing with some on your own.
You had just be-headed the last one in the group of two dozen or so that had come at you, slowly portioning themselves out to keep you busy. Right as you beheaded the one, you saw one sneak up behind Dean. You had ran the mere 15 feet between you two and jumped in front of Dean right as the vamp had jumped to attack him, blocking it, but getting a gash to the side in the process. They had left and ran straight to the car, having the nest mostly dead.

Sam held you in his arms soaking up the blood with his flannel and Dean rushed to the motel. You got inside and they patched you up, packed up, and left for the bunker ASAP.
Now your in sam's arms,blanket wrapped around you while watching the fire crack and pop. Sam tangling his fingers in your (long/medium/short) (hair color) locks.

You smiled as you remembered Dean grab a camera out to snap a picture. It made you laugh at how funny he thought he was.

You picked up another Frame. One with a brown, wooden looking frame.
It had a picture of you, the boys, and Bobby all sitting on Bobby's front porch. Jody had been visiting and had snapped the picture. Sam was on the far left of a bench Bobby had bought for his porch, you in the middle, leaning on sam and your legs across Dean, who was on the right. Bobby was standing on the far right, his hand on the back of the bench, as if using it as a support. You were all bent with laughter from a bad joke you had told.

The third frame was red and it had a picture of you and Sam kissing. You missed the times with him like those. You don't remember when or where you had kissed, but you remember how his lips felt so right on yours. You didn't realize you were crying until your tears were on the frame.
You set the red one on the bed side table, put the other two frames in your bag, along with the multiple Polaroids of you and multiple people, like Sam, Dean Bobby, Cas, Jo, Ellen and ash, even one or two with Gabriel and Balthazar.

You wiped your tears and grabbed you bags and started heading down the hallway. You heard footsteps approach you, thinking it was Sam, you sped up.

"(Y/N), wait up kid. Where are you going?" Deans voice sounded behind you.
You stopped and turned, a regretful look on your face.

"I have to go on a trip."

"Okay... When will you be back?"

You couldn't answer. You just turned and started walking as fast as you could towards the garage.
You finally heard a pair of foot steps again and started to talk.

"Dean, stop"

"(Y/n), please stay I'm sorry."

You turned to see Sam at the bottom of the steps, slowly making his way up the stairs, pleading look in his eyes.

"I didn't mean it. Please don't go."

You turned and walked faster towards the garage.

"I'm sorry Sam," you started, taking all the power you had in you to turn and look him in the eyes as you were about to get in your car.
"I don't love you like I did yesterday."