All it takes is one minute to change your life. In one minute, you could be at the store, walking down the dairy aisle when you make eye contact with the person you end up marrying. In one minute, you could go from being unemployed to having your dream job. In one minute, you could be happy and then you're crying on the bathroom floor. All it takes is one minute to change your life...or end it.
All it takes is one minute for Sam to be taken from you, just like that.
Sam swung Ruby's knife at the demon, but missed just by the hair on his neck. He grabbed Sam's wrist and twisted it until Sam got weak and dropped the blade on the ground. You charged for it, but instantly was knocked to the ground by the other demon. God, she was quick. Too quick.
She tackled you to the ground and pinned you to the metal floor, Sam's knife now in her hand as the sharp tip slowly inched closer and closer to your heart.
"Y/N!" Sam yelled. The second he looked away, the other demon raised his hand in the air and threw him to the other side of the room.
With a quick moment of strength, you pushed her off of yourself and tackled her to the ground, turning the blade around and stabbing her in the heart with her hand still on the handle. You watched her body illuminate orange and yellow before the darkness left her eyes until you knew that bitch was dead and not coming back.
You clawed the knife out of her hand and wiped the blood on your jeans. You heard a small groan and gasped, looking over at Sam as the last demon remaining walked closer and closer to your boyfriend.
"Sam!" You shouted. Before you could take a step, the demons eyes turned black and he raised his hand toward you, your feet lifting off of the ground and your back hitting the opposite wall of Sam.
"Y/N!" Sam yelled for you. You fell to the ground and into a stack of empty boxes that instantly folded and crumbled as you fell on them. You were in pain from the second you fell, but you barely noticed. All you noticed was Sam, not far away but far enough to feel like he was miles and miles away from you, closer and closer to his death as the demon began punching Sam's face left and right.
Once you were finally back on your feet, with no thought of your own safety, you immediately charged for the demon. As you got closer, you saw that he kept punching Sam, but he was not crying for help anymore. Instead, as blood poured from Sam's nose, Sam stopped whimpering, but instead kept quiet. Like he became numb to the pain.
You tackled the demon onto the floor and stabbed him in the chest. Once you knew he was dead, you rushed over to your boyfriend's aid.
"Sam, Sam?" You panicked, "Sam, can you hear me?"
"Y/N..." Sam groaned, "I'm...I'm okay."
You studied his face: red, bloody, bruised and battered all over. You lightly touched his cheek, but he winced and moved his head away.
"You are far from okay, Sam," You shook your head, your breath getting caught in your throat; "I need to clean you up. Come on, we're going home."
Sam bit down on his bottom lip and shook his head. You helped him up and wrapped his arm around your shoulders and dragged him to the car. You had to do most of the work, his heavy legs failed to move due to the pain he was in. It was sort of like dragging a dead body on the ground.
You helped him into the car and then got in yourself and drove Sam back to the bunker, your hands white knuckling the steering wheel and your foot pressed on the gas pedal. Your eyes were on the road, but your mind was on Sam. You nearly watched him get beat to death, and he could have died right in front of your eyes. What if the demon would have knocked your harder and you were on the ground longer? Would you have made it to Sam in time? What if he punched your boyfriend just a little harder? Would he still be alive?
After all, all it takes is one minute.
After you got back to the bunker, you carried Sam inside and helped him into his side of the bed. Sam was falling in and out of sleep by now, his beautiful champagne eyes opening and closing every few seconds.
You took off to the bathroom and grabbed a wash cloth, damping it under the faucet with warm water to clean up the blood. You grabbed ointment and bandages and then walked back into your room, and found Sam's eyes closed.
"Sam?" You rushed over to him, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Sam, baby..."
His eyes fluttered open and looked into yours. "I-I'm awake."
You let out a sigh of relief and began to wipe the blood off his face, carefully and with love. The redness in his face slowly went away as the blood stuck to the white washcloth and left his cheekbones. As his face began to clear up, you noticed all of the cuts on his cheeks and purplish-gray bruises surrounding his eyes. You put ointment on his cuts and bandaged them up until there was nothing left to do but let Sam heal on his own.
A few tears began to run down your eyes. You tried to stay strong, for Sam, but it was too hard when you nearly watched the life get beaten of out the only person you have ever loved. Sam snapped you out of your moment of weakness when he touched your thigh. You looked up at him and he gave you a small, weak smile, but this only made you break down. You grabbed Sam's hand and began to sob. You couldn't stand the thought of losing Sam, and knowing you almost did tonight and then seeing Sam in so much pain made your heart ache and your throat numb.
"Come here," Sam spoke ever so softly. You laid your head down on Sam's chest, careful not to hurt him, and cried onto his bloody and stained shirt. He laid his hand on the small of your back and slowly moved his hand up and down your spine until you fell asleep in his arms.
By: imaginesspn
