Supernatural One-shots!

SAD Sam.x.Deceased!reader

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Imagine: After you're killed, Sam can hold himself together and he starts to give into depression.

This is a sad one... and wow I have a really bad Sam obsession I really need to chill...
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Bobby impatiently tapped his boot whilst checking his watch. His trusty shotgun placed next to him on his porch. It was almost one in the morning and Sam had taken it upon himself to wander off without anything. No guns, amo, or even a word to Dean. He just had a complete mental collapse. Speaking of the eldest, after an hour of waiting he, being the hot head he is, left in search.

"Damn it, boy..." Bobby muttered to himself, looking down at the steps as he watched his breath appear and disappear. He listened intently to the sounds around him. The junk yard was silent as ever, only sounds of passing cars and so forth. The occasional owl hoot, but then an unfamiliar sound filled his old ears and his gun was in his hand before he could say "balls."

He got up slowly, walking to the sound by one of his old, broken down muscle cars. The butt of the gun placed at his heart, finger on the trigger. It was loaded but he never clocked it just in case the sound was a stray animal passing through since he didn't want to shoot something and waste a bullet on something he didn't have too. He waited silently in the open space for it to appear so he could walk back and wait, but then he heard the sound of dragging footsteps grow closer, and that was when he clocked the gun. He stood there for a few seconds that dragged onto what felt like hours until the footsteps stopped abruptly behind the muscle car.

"Come on out ya idgit. There's no point in making me stand here like an idiot!" Bobby said to the unknown figure. He heard it sigh and watched in shock as a bloody nosed Sam came walking out from the shadows. He didn't say a word, and barely looked at Bobby in the eyes. He didn't have to, Bobby knew he had been crying. He could tell from the puffy redness of his eyes and the tears streaks on his pail cheeks.

Bobby has never really seen either of the boys cry before since they were knee high. The shock of how broken Sam was completely froze him.

"It hurts, Bobby." Sam said, his voice cracking as he said his father figures name, "It hurst so bad."

He said again, his hand shakily moving up to his heart.

"N-no one would take my soul. I just got so mad-...." Sam began as he tried to hold back tears, "I couldn't beat them I didn't have my knife. They w-wouldn't kill me. I just want to be with her..."

Bobby stood in disbelief. He knew your death hurt him especially since you died keeping them safe. You were tortured to almost beyond recognition because you refused to give up details on where the boys were hiding, so the demons killed you and deemed you as useless.

Dean was pretty wrecked about it and submerged himself into hookers and alcohol. You were his best friend, but Sam and you had a special connection. You were together. In love. Since your death Sam had tried to remain strong for Deans sake but his walls are completely shattered at this point. He was falling....

"Sam I-" Bobby began, but was cut off by Sam's movements. Sam grabbed the barrel of the gun and put it to his chest.

"Please, Bobby," he cried, "please, make this go away. She was all I had to live for... I- i can't function knowing she died because of me. I w-want to be with her again. Please, Bobby."

That was Bobby's breaking point. He threw the gun to the side and watched it slide underneath a pointless car. He grabbed Sam's face and forced Sam to look at him in the eyes.

"Listen here, boy. (Y/n) died for us. She died to keep us safe and I'll be damned if I let you tarnish that by offing your self because your feelings are upset. We all miss her. All of us. She didn't die because of you. She died for you. She gave her life for you and you are not throwing it away. She died a hero, you understand me, boy?" He said, tapping his neck. He watched Sam's tears fall down his face and his lips quiver as he struggled to nod. Bobby quickly pulled him into a hug and felt Sam's weight almost collapse beneath him.

"She died a hero, Sam. She loved you. Don't forget that."