Supernatural Imagines {ON HIATUS}

dean x reader ⇸ death pt. iv

You decided to wait in the car as Sam went into the Sip-n-Go where Dean was spotted to ask the clerk a couple questions. You thumbed through your photo library, looking at all the pictures of you and Dean. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes once more, and you let them. The tears fell on your phone screen, mimicking the pitter patter of the rain on the car windshield.

About ten minutes later, Sam hurried through the rain to the car and began talking as soon as he got in, but stopped when he heard your sobs. He just sat there and looked at you. "Y/N, it's not your fault, you couldn't have done anything to stop it." Sam always had a knack of knowing exactly what you were thinking about without you even saying anything. "I know, but-but he left. The Dean I loved is dead, and some monster is in his body. Crowley did this to him. He-" You tried to explain yourself between the sharp breaths you had to take from crying "He can't really be gone."

You broke down crying, and Sam wrapped you in his strong arms to comfort you. "Hey, hey Y/N, we will make this right." He reassured you, kissing your forehead. You looked up at his face as he wiped the tears from your cheeks. You caressed his face. This man was capable of loving to the fullest extent, you always admired that about him.

You don't know whether it was the emotions or the shock, but you kissed Sam. At first he was surprised, but he softened into the kiss. It was natural and passionate, like all the hurt and pain was leaving your body as your lips connected. You disconnected and Sam stared at you "Y/N...."

You sighed "I'm sorry, that was out of turn. I really shouldn't have-" Sam cut you off  "No, it's fine. I've wanted to do that for a long time." You were speechless. You always thought Sam saw you as a sister "I never got to tell you my real feelings because by the time I realized how I felt, you were with Dean." You were stunned by this sudden revelation "Sam, I didn't know.." He sighed "You were never supposed to." You didn't respond and he started the car to head back to the bunker. You couldn't help but recall all those times Sam was really nice to you. It was because he liked you, you allowed a grin to escape your lips.

Two weeks later...

You woke up to the smell of real food, REAL FOOD. You laid there for a couple minutes breathing in the sweet scent of pancakes, your  bliss was interrupted by the sound of Sam's half -decent - half - horrible singing. You jumped up and ran to the bunker kitchen, being met with Sam - oblivious to your presence - belting the lyrics to Alexander Hamilton. You laughed, causing him to look at you with rosy cheeks. "What is this? Samuel Winchester is making breakfast while singing Hamilton?" He chucked, sticking his tongue out at you. "Pinch me, I must be dreaming." You said, sweeping in for a peck on the lips before getting you two some plates and cutlery. He served you breakfast and sat down with his "Bon appetite" he said before devouring the meal.

For the first time afterDean's death,
you finally felt happy. Things were finally getting better.... for now.

ROMANTIC DRAMA OOO. Honestly I'm probably accidentally gonna make Deanmon a real dick because I really like Sam and y/n right now oops.
I'm gracing you with two chapters tonight. I LOVE YOU ALL THANK YOU FOR READING