Sad Supernatural Imagines

#20 Sam - Part 1: It Was All A Lie

Y/N p.o.v:

You just got back from getting groceries. You had already put them away and went to the bunker living room to watch some TV. Sam was already in there, sitting on the couch on his computer. You walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his neck. You pecked his cheek and then walked around the couch to sit next to him. You cuddled next to him and smiled. He usually would sling his arm around your shoulders, but he didn't this time. Something was wrong. You sat up and frowned at him.
"What's wrong, Sam?" You asked. Sam sighed. He shut his laptop and turned to look at you. There was pain in his eyes.
"We need to talk." He said. You started to get worried. You swallowed loudly.
"What about?" You said in a nervously higher voice.
"We can't be together anymore, Y/N. Its not your fault. Its just that you are constantly on the verge of danger every minute you spend with me. I want you to be safe. I still and always will love you, Y/N." Sam said. You just stared at him. You knew this was coming, but it hurt more than you had thought it would.
"I guess it was all a lie, then." You whispered brokenly. You got up and went to yours and Sam's shared bedroom. You heard Sam follow you and stop by the doorway. You got your duffle bag and shoved all your clothes from your dresser in it. You grabbed the few knives and guns you had and put those in it as well. You slung your bag over your shoulder and faced Sam. You shoved past him silently. You went to the bunkers garage and walked towards your car. You were jerked to a stop before you could reach your car. You turned around and saw Sam standing there with a sad look.
"Y/N, don't leave like this." He whispered. You ripped your arm out of his grasp and glared at him. You wanted to cry, to be honest. You were heartbroken.
"You want me to be safe? Then me leaving should be the right answer." You growled you got to your car and got in, shoving your bag in the passengers seat. You started the car and looked out your window. Sam was standing by it. You looked away and rolled it down.
"I'll see you later." You mumbled, even if it wasn't true.
"Say you love me. Please. I don't want you to go not knowing if you still love me." He pleaded. You didn't want to look at him, but you forced yourself to. He looked like he was hurting too, but he wasn't crying.
"I don't think I'll ever stop loving you, Sam." You whispered. He started to reach in and caress your cheek, but you just turned your head away. From the corner of your eye, you saw him retract his hand. You let out a shuddering breath.
"Goodbye, Sam." You said softly. You rolled up the window and drove out of there quickly.

~2 years later~

Today was the day Sam broke up with you. The day you left. Yep, it had been exactly 2 years since Sam broke up with you and you leaving. You got a very small house and had a job. Had. You got fired about a few months after you started because you wouldn't show up for work. You didn't mind. You didn't need the money anyway, but you still had to pay for the bills. So, you babysat. You weren't babysitting today, so you decided to just stay inside. Ever since you left Sam, your life has been hell. You hardly eat. You're basically skin and bones and you never go out (unless the kids want to). You didn't sleep often because of the night terrors you'll have. You looked terrible. You were constantly asked by the parents of the kids you watched, if you were okay. You lied and said you were fine. They continued to let you babysit because you were so good with the kids. You lied down on your bed and curled into a ball. You felt tears escape your eyes and onto the sheets of your bed. You stayed like that for a while. Suddenly, your doorbell rang. You jumped and quickly wiped away your tears. You went to the bathroom to see how you looked. Terrible, but not more so that usual. Your eyes were slightly bloodshot, but whoever was outside right now, wouldn't notice. You walked out of the bathroom and to the front door. You opened with a smile, but that smile immediately fell. Sam. The one your still loved, the one who hurt you so deeply, was standing there.
"Hi, my name is Agent Smith, FBI. I'd like to ask you a few questions, if that'd be alright." He said sternly. He didn't recognize you. Wow. Did you really look that different? You nodded, not trusting your voice. You opened the door wider, letting him in. He walked in and you shut the door. You lead him into the living room and sat down on the couch. He sat in the chair across from you.
"Did you know Mr. Wilson?" He asked. You shook your head. You usually kept to yourself, but you did actually know Frank Wilson. He was one of the parents of the kids you babysat.
"You really shouldn't lie to the FBI, Miss." He said. You weren't looking at him afraid that he'd see how much you were slowly breaking while he was here.
"Are you okay?" He asked quietly.
"I'm fine." You whispered. You had gotten so used to the question being asked that you were used to answering it with a lie.
"Are you sure?" He asked again. You just nodded.
"Yeah. Uh, I'll be right back. I need to, um, I need to use the bathroom." You told him. You quickly got up and then ran to your bathroom. You shut and locked the door. You backed against the wall and sunk to the ground. You let the tears flow freely and sob quietly.

A/N:

There will be a part 2