Sam Winchester Imagines

Imagine: Missing Sam: Part 2

You were waking up from your current slumber, (or being knocked out, whichever you prefer) when you saw a tall figure, brownish hair. It had to be Sam.

"Sam?" You questioned and stared right at the figure, your vision still blurry.

The tall figure bent down to eye level to look at you. The eyes were black, which made you jump out of your seat and onto the cold, wet floor.

"Not Sam?" You were absolutely terrified. It was a demon in Sam Winchester's body, staring into your soul. 

The demon just cackled. "There you are (Y/N), laying in your hot piss."

That was one the worst things you've heard in a while, speaking you were a germaphobe. "Sam come on...you can't be possessed. You have the tattoo!" The demon continued laughing, which made you hella uncomfortable.

"I've burnt it off, you dumb bitch! Sam's here, scratching around, screaming your name. It's cute, really. Also pathetic. Sam really loves you. Too bad you'll never see the real Sam again. I'm just gonna keep this lovely meatsuit until it's time. Sam Winchester is mine, do you understand me?"

You couldn't stop shaking, maybe it was one of your hallucinations. Yeah, that's what this was.

"This isn't a hallucination, bitch. Sam didn't tell you, did he? Demons are real. He just didn't want to same you, but guess what? I'm real. More real than you could ever expect. What Will convince you, a punch in the face? Okay."

That's when the demon punched you square the face. You yelped out in pain. Which made the demon laugh even more.

"STOP! LAUGHING!" You exclaimed. It was true. Sam was keeping secrets from you. Dark secrets.  

"What do you want from me?" You just wanted to be released again.

"To suffer, to stop carrying that child. But that's impossible. So I'll have to kill you." Wait, you were pregnant with Sam's baby?

How the hell were you gonna get outta here?

Just then Dean Winchester came busting down the door.

He splashed the demon with holy water and began to exorcise the demon.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus,
omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii,
omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.

Ergo, draco maledicte.
Ecclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire,
te rogamus, audi nos."

That's when Sam was back to his regular self again.

"(Y/N)? Hey! You okay?" You we're slightly angry at Sam but you had to get over it. He was possessed for gods sake!

All you could say was; "You need to get another anti possession tattoo."