Sam Winchester X Reader one shots. Occasionally others, depending on my mood. My insperation is mostly music, but sometimes other stuff. Requests are open.
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Summary: Sam has taken the plunge into the pit after battling Lucifer and the reader is struggling with the loss.
Pairing: Sam x Reader
Word count: 1320
Warnings: This is a really sad fic dealing with loss and depression. If anything like that triggers you the you have been warned.
A/N: I wrote this for Mel's S2S writing challenge on Tumblr @/ a-winchester-fairytale). My prompt was the song Every Little Thing by Carlie Pearce. This is such a sad fic I apologise in advance.
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The pillows below you are soft, cushioning your back against the headboard. The phone in your hand is providing the only light in the room. You scroll aimlessly, the text messages slowly floating through your screen.
** 'Heya weirdo :-)'
'Sup nerd? Did you find the book?'
'Yea. The library was packed, but I got it.'
'Who would have thought you would have to drive so far for science fiction? :-P'
**
The words brought a small smile to your face for a moment before it was again drowned out by your memories. You could remember the fight you got into just before he left. It was a stupid fight, and you knew better than to get after him for something like this. He wanted to save the world, to help keep those around him from getting hurt, but he had no qualms being the one thrown under the bus to do it.
** "Please Sam! You and I both know Lucifer is going to see right through this. And even if your plan worked, you would be stuck in the cage with him for eternity!" You pleaded with him, praying he would hear you. You wanted desperately for him to heed your warning.
"Y/n, I know what I'm getting into! I've sat down and made peace with what is going to happen, why can't you?" He growled back in frustration. This fight had been going on far longer than he wanted.
"Because I don't want you to die!" You cried out, the tears stinging your eyes.
"I don't want to die either, but at least I know my death will mean something. If you don't want to help, that's fine, but I won't let you stop this." He sighed as he grabbed his bag and threw it over his shoulder.
"We should get going. Are you ready Y/n?" Dean popped his head in through the door, the familiar purr of the Impala echoing from behind him.
"Y/n's not coming." Sam grumbled as he made his way to the door, a tear finally falling.
Sam stopped after putting a foot through the doorway and glanced back at you. You could see a bit of wetness behind his eyes. "Goodbye Y/n." With that, the door closes. You hear the creeks of the doors and the Impala driving off, leaving you alone in the hotel room.
