Supernatural Imagines

Sam x Reader

You wake up in what seems to be a pool of blood.

Question is, why?

You sit up confused by this mess and begin to shower and clean the gunk off of you. After showering for about fifteen minutes, you dry off and head to your and Sam's shared room. You get dressed and look around for anything that could help you solve this puzzling mystery.

You spot a tiny piece of paper on the tiny wooden nightstand on Sam's side of the bed. You hastily unfold it and begin to read.

Dear Sam,

If you're reading this it probably means I'm gone by now. I couldn't stand the thought of us not being together, especially since Dean thinks you're better off without all of the trouble I cause. Don't blame Dean because this was my decision. A great guy like you deserves someone so much better than what I gave you. I remember the night I met you. I was walking down the boardwalk and you and your brother ran by, guns loaded and blazing. I was curious so I followed you. Turns out I was the damsel in distress. From that moment on I always wanted to be a part of whatever you did. Monkey see monkey do, am I right? You were the best thing that ever happened to me, and I can't thank you enough for allowing me to tag along in your journey. I'll miss you and most importantly I love you. Don't do anything stupid, and you know exactly what I mean by stupid.

~(y/n)

The worst part about this whole note was that it was that it was drenched in blood stains, preferably yours.

You know Dean would do whatever it would take for Sam to not make a deal with a demon and sell his soul to save yours.

So why were you alive and staring at your own suicide note?

You began to feel light headed so you sat down on your bed.

As you began to calm down Sam's presence entered the room. You sat up and began to speak. Sam paid you no attention and picked up your suicide note. He knew you were gone because you had written it three days ago. That night he came home to the bunker after going to the store to pick up some medicine for your stomach ache, but when he yelled your name you didn't come running like you usually had. He began to worry and figured you were in the bedroom asleep. He ran upstairs to your shared room but you weren't there either, so he checked the bathroom since you claimed that you were sick, it was logical. He shouldn't have checked the bathroom because there was your dead body, covered in blood. He ran to your side to see if you were breathing and if you still had a pulse. To his suspicions, you were completely gone. He called Dean right away and they gave you a hunters funeral.

But why could you see him but not say anything he could hear?

~

For months on end, Sam was a total wreck. He drank himself away and cried himself to sleep at night. Nothing seemed to make Sam happy. You sat by his side every time he would research and you rested your hand on his empty one.

Before you died you and Sam always did research together. Sam would be on the laptop while you researched in books. He always left his right hand on the table for you to hold.

Out of habit Sam still left his right-hand cold and empty hoping and wishing that someway, somehow you would hold it again. Truth is you still did and you could tell that Sam knew you were there because he flinched from the cold feeling he would get every time you grasped his hand.

You still slept on the right side of the bed, and as usual, Sam slept on the left. After all, you always laid your head on his chest to listen to his heartbeat every night. You were shy to admit it at first, but Sam thought it was the cutest thing in the world.

This was the thing that tore him up the most, the cold and empty spot on the bed. Before shutting off the bedroom light in the evening, Sam read the note you left him and glanced at the only picture you two had taken together. He sulked around the house and it began to worry Dean.

While on a case, Dean had met an angel, Castiel. Dean waited for a while before finally introducing the angel to Sam.

Sam had gotten up to open the door when to his surprise the door opened itself. In the back of his mind, he thought the weird events going on around here were due to you but he pushed the thought away, you were gone and you weren't coming back.

Dean and Castiel walked through the door. Sam was confused, who was this new face? Cas looked around confused.

"I don't understand Dean, who is the female with her arm wrapped around Sam's waist?"

"What do you mean Cas? There's nobody there, unless..." Dean never finished.

"Unless (y/n) is still around." Sam finished Dean sentence.

"I've always been around." You said and to your surprise, they heard you.

"(y/n) is that you?" Sam began to cry.

"Wait can you guys actually see me?" You asked.

They all nodded. You looked at Cas and mouthed 'thank you'. He slightly nodded back at you.

You and Sam stared at each other for what seemed like forever before Cas and Dean decided that this talk had to be done privately.

"Why, why did you do it?" Sam asked.

"Because Dean doesn't like or trust me. He wants you with someone else. I thought you would agree so that was the only way out that I could think of at the time." You answered.

Sam didn't respond, instead he pulled you into a tight hug.

"Don't ever leave me again." He cried.

"Don't ever let me go." You responded.

He looked down at you and gave you a gentle peck on your lips. Never again would you leave his side, and he would never leave yours. You guys grew old together. Eventually you, Sam, and Dean had children. You taught them how to hunt and how to protect themselves.

They grew old enough and ventured off on their own and started lives of their own.

Unfortunately, you and Sam were now laying side by side in separate deathbeds. Gloom filled the air along with faint cries from loved ones. You and Sam held each other's hands.

"I love you." You whispered before your lifeline went flat. You and Dean remained in the room until Sam's cries and his lifeline ceased. You all went together to your version of heaven, together.

Even in the afterlife family doesn't end with blood.