Sad Supernatural Imagines :'(

Her Pieces. (Sam X Reader!Emma)

(You are Sam's longtime girlfriend. You catch him cheating, and he begs you to stay.)
(Name: Emma)
(Age: 29)
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"I can't believe I trusted you. God, I am so fucking stupid."
I muttered as I made my way down the bunker stairs, Sam following close behind me.
He was rambling on, saying that he never touched her.
That I didn't see the whole thing.
I saw enough.
I saw him gripping her waist and grinding against her.
I saw her balling her fists in his hair.
"Emma, please listen."
He pleaded still following me to our bedroom.
I started throwing my things in a small suitcase.
"Baby stop."
I shook my head furiously.
My vision blurred from all of the tears that just wouldn't stop pouring out of my eyes.
Sam grabbed my arms and held them away from the suitcase.
"Sam. Let. Go."
He shook his head and let a tear fall down his cheek.
"No. I can't, I won't. I love you."
He said moving one of his hands to my face.
I scoffed and pushed him away from me.
"You love me? That's hysterical."
I returned to throwing things into my luggage.
He just watched me, trying to find words.
Finally I had everything, so I walked out with my things rolling behind me.
Sam ran in front of me and dropped to his knees.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and kept me from moving.
"Please don't leave me, Emma. I made a mistake. I made a very stupid mistake."
He sobbed into my rib cage.
"Sammy. Please..."
I begged as I put my hand on the back of his head.
"I wish I could forgive you, but I can't. You threw everything that we worked for away when you-"
Tears started to bubble around my eyes again.
"Just the thought of you with her...I can't even look at you."
I said sniffing as tears fell down my face.
He pulled away from my waist a little to look at me.
"I messed up. I was mad at Dean and I wasn't thinking straight. I can't imagine life without you."
He stopped and grabbed hold of one of my hands.
"Without these hands. And that beautiful smile. And your sweet voice when you tell me that everything is going to be okay, because we have each other. That was all that mattered. Why do things have to change?"
I squeezed my eyes shut and stomped my foot on the ground.
The longer I stayed there the more the pain grew.
"Because, Sam every time I look at you I see her touching you, kissing those lips, and her grabbing the hair that I love so much. I can't stop seeing you with her in my head. I should have been the only person that was doing those things to you. Me not her!"
I screamed at him.
I rubbed my eyes red from tears.
He flinched with every word.
"I know. I know. I don't know what to do. How do I fix this?"
He asked quietly with tears streaming down his face.
Never had I seen Sam so powerless.
He was on his knees and begging me to stay.
Crumbling right before my eyes.
"I don't think that there is anything left to fix, Sammy."
I whispered.
I pushed myself off of him and tried to walk away.
"Emma..."
He whispered taking my hand while he was still knelt on the ground.
I shut my eyes softly and slowly removed my hand from his.
"Goodbye Sam."
I said before walking up the stairs.
Leaving him there, a mess.
Not like I was doing much better.
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(2 months later)
I find that drinking and sleeping is the best way to cure a broken heart.
It's unhealthy, and it's probably killing me.
After all a balanced diet of whiskey, beer, and the occasional solid food wasn't incredibly good for me.
I noticed the way my eyes had sunken when I thought about him, and the way I couldn't look at my hands without imagining him holding them above my head while he loved on me.
At the same time I still hated him.
Hated the way he betrayed me.
I hated the way that I still thought about him even though he hurt me so badly.
How every time the phone rang I hoped I would hear his voice on the other end, but it was always Dean asking me if I was okay.
Telling me that he was worried about me.
I always said I was okay, but I'm not.
Obviously.
He told me he was going to bring me 'supplies'.
Which was code for making sure I wasn't living in a dumpster.
I had to clean myself up and throw away all of my empty alcoholic bottles.
I cleaned my dirty motel room and sprayed perfume everywhere.
I was about to open another bottle when Dean knocked on my door using our secret knock.
I unlocked it and let him in.
"Hey buddy."
I said with a chuckle as I used one arm to hug him and the other to open our beer bottles.
"Hi Em. Look, uh, let me make this brief. Sam's here, and he wants to talk to you."
My eyes widened and I rushed to slam the door and lock it.
"Dean. Why the hell would you bring him here? I told you that-"
I started to ask him in panic.
"That you aren't ready. I tried to tell him, Emma, I really did. He wouldn't take no for an answer. He's in my car keeping your raisin bran hostage until you come outside."
He said quietly while pointing at the window.
I sighed and ran my hands down my bare face.
"Just for a few minutes."
He nodded and made way for me.
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There he was.
Leaning against the side of the impala.
A box of cereal clutched to his chest.
He looked up at me and the carton box fell to the ground.
He ran to me and kissed me passionately.
Well with as much passion as he could get out of me.
I pushed him off me and grunted loudly before wiping my mouth.
"Sam. I said we could talk. Not 'we could french'. The fuck is wrong with you?"
His cheeks tinted pink from embarrassment, and he cleared his throat.
"Emma, I cant stop thinking about you and I know that it's not right, but I can't help it. I love you. I will always love you, and you don't have to love me back or even say anything for that matter. But, I couldn't go on without seeing you again."
Tears cascaded down his beautifully carved face and down his jaw.
I couldn't help but gently wipe them away with my thumbs.
Anything on his face other than his smile and glistening eyes was a tragedy.
"You know, I probably shouldn't do this, but I forgive you. For everything."
My hands cradled his face softly.
I pulled him towards me and kissed him lightly.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and hoisted me up.
I laid my head on his shoulder and leaned into his ever so familiar smell.
For the first time ever, I saw a light at the end of this ugly ass tunnel
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