Sad Supernatural Imagines

#70 Sam - Part 1: Cheating and Death

Request from @Heroes_Of_Olympus_18. I hope this is what you asked for! I hope you don't mind this being made into 2 parts!

Y/N p.o.v:

Today was the day. The day you were born. It was your birthday. You were a little excited because you wanted to spend your birthday with Sam. He was your boyfriend of 2 years. You waited for Sam and Dean to get back from a hunt. They were only a few hours away. You paced around the living room with excitement and nervousness. You didn't know why you were nervous. You decided to take a deep breath and then sit down on the couch and watch your favorite show. You had been so engrossed in your show that you hadn't noticed that the hours ticked by very quickly. You didn't hear the footsteps behind you nor the person who was standing behind you.
"Happy birthday, Y/N!" A familiar voice said in your ear. You screamed and, by instinct, punched whoever was behind you. You quickly turned around and saw Dean holding his jaw.
"Oh, my God. I'm so sorry. You scared the shit out me! Don't do that!" You scolded. Dean chuckled and shook his head.
"It's alright." He said. You smiled and then smiled even more widely once you saw your boyfriend walk in.
"Sammy!" You yelled. You ran to him and hugged him. But this felt different. You could sense the negative vibe that radiated off of him. You let him go and looked at Sam with concern.
"Are you okay?" You asked. Sam just glared at you.
"Leave me the hell alone, Y/N. You're always so annoying." He growled and then walked away the bedroom he had slept in before you guys got together. You just stood there with tears starting to spill. You didn't even look at Dean. Tears finally fell down your cheeks.
"Y/N." Dean called softly. You just waved him off. You wiped away your tears. You turned around with a weak smile.
"I think I'll just go to bed." You said quietly. Dean looked at you with sympathy. Before he could respond, you turned and walled quickly to your room. You closed your door and locked it. That's when you broke down. Did Sam not want to be with you anymore? He has never called you annoying; even when he was mad. Sam especially never told you to leave him alone when something was wrong. You collapsed to the ground with heaving sobs. Maybe Sam finally got tired of you. You heard a soft knock on your door.
"G-Go away." You said quietly. You heard a sigh and your doorknob jiggle and then your door open. You knew it was Dean from the shadow he cast into your room.
"Y/N, come on. You're not spending your birthday like this. We're going to a bar. You need and deserve it." Dean said. You wiped your tears away and sniffed.
"Okay." You whispered. You sat up and looked at Dean. Dean's heart broke at the sight of you. Your hair was messed up and your eyes were bloodshot. He was going to beat the shit out of his brother once Y/N was asleep tonight. Dean held out his hand out for you. You gladly accepted it and he pulled you up effortlessly.
"Get ready. We're leaving in 5." Dean said with a smile. You smiled weakly and nodded. Dean left and closed the door. You turned on your light and took a deep breath.
"You need this. You deserve this. Sam will not ruin your birthday. He can't." You said to yourself. You walked over to your closet and pulled out a black, strapless, leather dress. You took off your clothes and then shimmied into it. Then you grabbed some socks, put them on, and then slipped on your black heel boots. You looked into your body mirror with a smile. It faded away once you saw your hair. It was like a birds nest. You grabbed your brush from off of your dresser and brushed through the tangles. You winced each time your brush got a little stuck. You finally brushed through your hair and then looked in the mirror looking pleased with yourself. Your light brown hair looked so much better now. You grabbed your makeup bag and pulled out eyeliner and mascara. You put those one and then grabbed your ChapStick. You slathered that on your lips and then smiled into the mirror. You were happy with how you looked. Suddenly, there was knocking on your door.
"Are you ready yet?" Dean asked. You sighed.
"Yeah. Um, can you come in and see if I look okay?" You asked. You heard a small chuckle come from Dean.
"Sure." He said and then opened the door. You turned towards him with furrowed brows.
"How do I look?" You asked nervously. Dean's mouth dropped. Minutes passed before you cleared your throat causing Dean to snap out of his trance.
"You- You look- I can't- just wow. If Sam wasn't being such an asshole-" You interrupted him.
"Let's not talk about him, okay? Okay." You said. Dean nodded and then smiled.
"Shall we get going?" He asked. You smiled a little and nodded. You grabbed a cute black purse and then your wallet. Dean walked out of your room with you following him.