Sam Winchester Imagines/Short Stories

Stay, Stay With Me.

I had brought it up several times, the fact I wanted to hunt on my own. Go different places, see different things. Maybe take a break here and there and just be my own person for a while, not worrying about whether or not the world was ending or saving someone's life. They both just laughed and told me I wasn't going anywhere, until the day after we had killed a nest of vamps in Tennessee, they walked into my room as I was packing and Sam scrunched his eyebrows as he looked down at Dean. Who was shaking his head.

"Where are you going?" Dean asked and I sighed, zipping the bag as I shoved my feet into my boots.

"You were serious about leaving?" Sam asked and it almost seemed sad, honestly I had had the biggest crush on him for years but it didn't seem he wanted me in that way too, and maybe that was the reason I was leaving really. I didn't honestly know but I just wanted to be alone, if he didn't love me the way I loved him then I couldn't stand to be around him all the time. I had made it perfectly clear, so clear even Dean knew. I had made him swear not to say a word though, made him promise on his mom's grave.

"Yeah, it's time." I said and he left the room, Dean rolled his eyes and hugged me tightly.

"I'm gonna miss you kid! You know you're always welcome if you want. Love ya kid!" He said and hugged me again, I sighed and hugged him back.

"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"Can't breath." He unwrapped his arms from around me and I laughed softly as I fixed my shirt. I walked out of the room and Sam was standing there at the door, his head turned the other way so I couldn't see his face.

"You're really leaving?" He asked and I sighed, touching his shoulder as I stepped closer to him. He hugged me for a long time before I pulled away and he turned so his back was to me, something in his voice was different. Something I hadn't heard except when he talked about Jessica's death.

"I'll miss you Sammy." I whispered softly and went to step away, he cleared his throat and sighed loudly.

"Please, don't go."

"Sam I told you, I---"

"Yeah I know, you have to get away. But I'm begging, don't go. We need you--I need you." He said and looked up at the sky, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Look at me," He didn't turn so I grabbed his arm and tugged at him, "Sam, look at me." He took a deep breath and slowly turned, his cheeks were wet with tears as he looked away and toward the streetlight that was casting light onto us.

"Sammy, listen to me. You will be fine, I swear to you you guys will be fine without me for a while. It's not forever Sam, I promise I'll see you guys again someday. For some reason." He opened his mouth and then closed it again, he couldn't speak so I reached up and whiped the tears from his cheeks.

"Goodbye Sammy." He looked down at me as another tear met my thumb, I stood onto my tip toes and kissed his cheek before grabbing my bag from the floor and tossing it into the backseat of my car. I got in and cranked it up before waving to them, Dean smacked him on the back of the head and told him something before I drove away. Dean and Sam waving in my back glass, fading into nothing as I drove and drove. Three years later and all fifty states had become my backyard, I heard from Dean and Bobby every now and again but never Sam. He never called or even shot me an e-mail, not once in three years. I was back hunting again, going wherever I was needed until I got the phone call that ruined my life. Bobby was dead and Dean thought it would be better for me to be there when they burried him. I drove and drove but they were halfway across the country and I didn't make it until the day after they gave him his hunter's burial. I pulled up outside the motel they were staying at and knocked on the door, Sam pulled it open a moment later and I smiled as he saw me.