Sam Winchester (and occasionally others) x Reader

Super Psycho Love (Sam) (Pt. 2)

Dean called Bobby, who promised to look into it. With no other ideas as to why he would act this way, you gave up. Obviously he found someone he loved more than you. There were definitely better ways of breaking the news, but there was no changing what happened.

Dean however had seen enough of your moping around and decided to find you a case. It wasn't until he looked at the newspaper, however, that he insisted you go visit Sam.

You stop by the local grocery store and by a random waffle iron, a 'wedding present' according to Dean. You wrap it up on your way, trying to make it look nice. You weren't happy about the situation in the slightest, but after Dean explained his theory it made sense.

So, you knocked on the apartments door, it quickly opening to Sam. "We're being supportive. Congratulations to you and the Mrs." Dean handed over the waffle iron, Sam taking it cautiously.

"Thanks." He smiles nervously at you as Dean attempts to explain how to use the waffle iron, though it's obvious he has no clue.

"Are we good?" Sam shrugs. "Good,  cause I'm sniffing a case in this town."  Dean steps past Sam, you cautiously following. "Score is, guy wins Powerball, gets squished by a truck. Second guy, from the bench to the majors. Oh, and one week later his face was the catchers mitt. Huh?"

"Our first thought was cross roads demon, but there's that ten year time frame on collecting souls." A voice calls from behind the door, Sam going and opening it to reveal Becky. "Then, there's cursed object, like a bad day at black rock. We haven't been able to connect the Vic's yet."

You and Dean walk over to see the wall covered in pictures and maps. Becky stands right below it, arms crossed like she's some hot shot. "You two are working this case?"

Sam smiles as he steps over to her and sets the waffle iron on the bed. "Yea, I know, right? I guess all those Chuck Shirley books paid off."

You fight the urge to face palm, the situation too far gone to be real. "Alright listen here cookie. I don't know what kind of mojo you're working, but believe me I will find out." Dean growls.

"Dean, that's my wife you're talking to." Sam sighs, your heart clenching at the words.

"You're not even acting like yourself, Sam!" He growls.

"How am I not?" Sam asks defiantly.

"You married Becky Rosen!" He angrily points at her.

"What, are you saying I'm a witch? Or maybe I'm a siren? Did it ever occur to you we're just, I don't know, happy?" Becky growls back.

"Don't you remember what you told me you were going to do? That plan just up and out the window?" Dean tried to whisper, but everyone heard it. You see Sam shift with a guilty look on his face. Dean finally turns to you after a few minutes of silence. "He was going to propose to you. That ring right there, was supposed to go to you." Dean pointed to the ring on Becky's finger.

Your eyes widen as you look at Sam, a hint of moisture in your eyes. You shake your head no as you cover your mouth to hide your sobs. You see Becky now looking at her ring with guilt heavy enough to weigh down an elephant, Sam's guilt weighing enough to match.

"Guy wins the lotto, guy hits the big leagues, obviously people's dreams are coming true in this town. Don't you think this is a little bit of a coincidence?"

You have to step away. You refuse to let him see you cry. He made this choice, and you'd be damned if he tried to take it all back now. As you walk away, you hear Dean speak up.

"Haven't you noticed she hasn't said a word to you since the chapel? Before you texted me we were at the bar four blocks away. She was drinking and crying, scared something happened to you."

"No, Dean. What Becky and I have is real. And if you can't accept that, that's your problem, not ours." Sam was starting to get angry, and you felt the tears stinging your eyes.

"Or maybe she's part of it, because for whatever reason, you're her dream. If you really do care about her I'd be worried, because people who do get their little fantasies or whatever, seem to end up dead pretty quick."

"You know, I went after her and maybe that's what's bugging you." Sam added as Dean turned to leave. "That I'm moving on with my life. I mean you took care of me and that's great, and I had a great time with (y/n), but I don't need you anymore.

Becky sighed and folded her hands, but you could see the smug lookin her face. It took everything you had not to run up and slap it off of her. Dean looked from you to Sam a few times before nodding. He wrapped a supportive arm around your shoulders and led you towards the door.

It wasn't until you made it to the Impala that you finally cried. Dean didn't start the car, he didn't say anything or try to comfort you. He sat silently in the driver's seat letting you cry it out. After a few minutes when your sobbing quieted down, Dean finally said something.

"(Y/n). I am so sorry." He whispered, looking at you quickly before starting the car and backing out of the lot. Your eyes followed the scenery as it buzzed by, trying to let the vibration of the Impala soothe you.

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After a few hours of self pity, you decided to take a shower, letting the hot water soothe the ache in your muscles. The couldn't help but think about what Dean said. Sam was going to propose to you. He had bought a ring and was prepared to do it. He was so close, until Becky stepped back into his life and took him from you. There is no easy way to explain a man on the verge of proposing to a girl suddenly jumps the bones of his fangirl stalker and marries her instead.

You get out of the shower with a new found determination. You were gonna figure out what the hell was going on. And hell or high water, you were gonna save Sam, because you knew nothing about this situation was normal.

That night when you went to bed, you were wired from thoughts and theories running through your head. When you did finally pass out, your dreams were filled with the memory of Sam. The way he would hold you close when you were sitting together, or the smile on his face when you would sneak up behind him and pull him to bed after hours of research. The bed was cold without him, but your mind helped soothe some of that loneliness, even if only for a short while.

You dreamt of your time with him, the fun you two had together. How you met him and how you became instant friends. You thought back to the little things he would do to make you smile and how sweet he always was with you. Your sweet dreams quickly turned to nightmares as you thought about him doing those things with Becky. The way his lips curl into a smile that's not meant for you, the way he holds her at night. His new bride.

You woke with years in your eyes, the sadness seeping down to your core. The dream did have some good though. It gave you a newfound determination to figure out what happened. There was no way what happened was natural