Sad Supernatural Imagines

#37 Sam - I'm here

You're best friends in this one.

Y/N p.o.v:

You just got back from a hunt with the boys. You threw your bag down on the floor by your bed and collapsed on your bed. You groaned as it pulled at the stitches you had on your stomach from the werewolf. You heard a knock on your door. You knew it was Sam because he was the only one who actually knocked.
"What?" You grumbled.
"You alright?" He asked. You rolled over on to your back and looked up at him.
"I'm fine. Just collapsed on my bed and it pulled at my stitches." You said. Sam nodded and smiled softly.
"Well, I'm going to hit the hay. Night, Y/N." He said. You nodded and closed your eyes.
"Night, Sammy." You whispered. The door closed and then you heard his footsteps walk away and a door open and shut. You kicked off your boots and pulled off your pants. You always had a pair of leggings under your jeans. You didn't know why. It was a habit you had since you could remember. You pulled off your flannel and pulled the covers over your small body. Soon after, you drifted off to sleep.

~your nightmare~

You just got back home from school. You had finished your homework and went to go get something to eat. Your parents weren't here. They were probably at work or out hunting. Yes, you knew about the things that go bump in the night. You got a sandwich and then went to go watch TV. It had been a few hours now and your parents still weren't home. You started to get worried. If they were out on a hunt, they would have called or texted you. You got out your phone and called your Dad. It went straight to voicemail. You called your mom. That went straight to voicemail, too. You panicked and sent them many text messages, hoping that one of them would text back or call you.
"Come on! Answer!" You whispered to yourself. After almost 10 minutes of no reply, you decided to call the police. Before you could call them, you got an incoming call from your mom. You immediately clicked the 'accept' button with a sigh of relief.
"Mom! Are you okay?" You asked.
"This is the police. Are you Y/M/N and Y/F/N daughter?" The man asked.
"Y-Yes. Why? What happened? Are my parents okay?" You asked frantically. The man sighed.
"I'm so sorry. They were found out in the woods torn apart by some animal." The man said with sympathy. You couldn't believe it. Your parents were dead. The best hunters you ever knew, were dead. You felt tests slip down your face.
"Miss, do you have any family member you can live with?" He asked.
"Yes." You whispered.
"I suggest you call them and have them come and get you." The man said.
"Okay." You said and then hung up. You went to your contacts and scrolled until you saw 'Bobby.' You pressed his contact name and then clicked on the little phone to call him. He answered on the 3rd ring.
"What d'ya want?" He asked gruffly. You took a shaky breath.
"Can-can I stay with you for a while?" You asked in a broken whisper. You heard shuffling.
"Course ya can, Y/N. Why though? Did somethin' happen?" He asked. You let out a quiet sob.
"Mom and Dad are dead, Bobby. Something killed them. I think it was a windigo." You told him.
"I'm so sorry, Y/N. You want me to come 'nd get ya?" He asked. Tears were still streaming down your face.
"Yeah. Please be quick." You whispered and then ended the call. You went to your room and gathered your stuff in a duffle bag. You packed 4 outfits, your guns, and your knives. You grabbed the picture of you, your dad, and your mom that you always kept beside you on your nightstand and stared at it. You sobbed loudly before putting that in the duffle bag, too. You walked out of your room and into the kitchen to wait for Bobby. You sat down at the table and put your face in your hands. You couldn't believe your parents were actually gone.

~nightmare over~

You bolted awake. You had tears cascading down your cheeks. You wiped them away, only for more to follow. You looked at your clock. It read 4:29 a.m. You waited a while before calming down. You scrambled out of bed and quietly opened your door. You padded down the long corridor before stopping at Sam's door. You contemplated on waking him up. He needed his sleep. You sighed. You hated doing this, but you needed him. You tapped on his door 3 times. You heard shuffling and then saw the door open, revealing Sam. You looked down in embarrassment.
"Y/N? What's wrong?" He asked. You looked back up at him.
"I-I had a nightmare a-and I was wondering if I could sleep in your room tonight." You whispered. Sam smiled softly before opening the door wider and gesturing for you to come in. You walked over to his bed and sat down on it. You looked down at your hands that were resting in your lap.
"You wanna talk about it?" Sam asked as he sat down next to you. He put his arm around your shoulders and rubbed up and down your arm. You shrugged.
"I guess." You said quietly.
"Go on then." Sam said. You took a deep breath.
"Its a nightmare I've been having for a while. One of me finding out my parents got killed by a windigo. I-It isn't really a big deal, but I loved my parents and it hurts me knowing that they're dead." You said.
"I have nightmares of my dad dying once in a while, but Y/N, you should have come to me about this earlier. You should have told me this was a reoccurring nightmare." Sam whispered. You looked up at him.
"I know, but I thought they'd go away eventually. Plus, I didn't want to be the reason you got no sleep because of my nightmares." You told him. Sam sighed.
"If this ever happens again, you come to me straight away. You shouldn't have to do that to yourself. Okay?" He asked. You nodded.
"Okay." You said softly.
"Good. We should go to sleep now. Alright?" Sam asked again. You nodded and you both got into sleeping positions. You curled against Sam's side in a ball and Sam's arm around you. You closed your eyes and yawned.
"'Night, Sammy." You whispered.
"Goodnight, Y/N." Sam whispered back. That was the last thing you heard before drifting off into a peaceful slumber.

A/N:

Oml, this is so shitty. I wrote this at 2 am sooooooooo it was going to be.