Sad Supernatural Imagines :'(

heavy hands. (Sam X Reader!Laura)

Name: Laura
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"Sam that literally never happened. I can't believe what the hell I'm hearing right now."
Sam was practically vibrating with fury.
He scoffed and threw an empty bottle of whiskey past me.
I screamed as it shattered against a wall.
"REALLY, LAURA?! YOU ARE SUCH A FUCKING SLUT."
I gasped and walked up to him.
"Fuck you. I didn't do anything. I don't know what in the hell is going on here, but I won't be the one that's dealing with it tonight. I'm going to bed. You're obviously too drunk to even know what the hell you're saying to me. Don't bother coming to bed, you can sleep on the fucking couch."
I went to walk away but he grabbed me by one of my wrists and pulled me back forcefully.
I tried to use my other hand to get him off but he ended up grabbing that wrist too.
He started to squeeze my wrists.
"Tell me the truth. Did you fuck him?"
My eyes widened in shock.
"What?! Of course not, what the hell is wrong with you? Sam, you're hurting me. Let go."
He squeezed tighter and pushed me up against a wall.
"LIAR. You're a liar. You're a lying whore."
I struggled against him but he was too strong.
"I swear to you, Sam, I didn't do anything. Please let me go."
I figured maybe coming at him the sweeter way might get him off of me faster.
He only squeezed tighter, and I knew that eventually my wrist would just snap.
"You would like that, huh, slut?"
Suddenly my entire body filled with pure rage.
"Okay, that's it! Get the fuck off of me, you lunatic! DEAN DE-"
I felt a sudden and quick painful slap across my face.
It was powerful and left me in a daze.
I felt the hands around my wrists let go and I slid to the floor in shock.
"Baby?"
I looked up at Sam.
The sweetest man I had ever known.
A monster now.
I looked away in silence.
I felt the throbbing shape of a hand against my cheek and the stinging sensation around my wrists.
"I, I'm so sorry. I-I don't know what came over me."
I didn't respond.
He tried to grab my hands to help me up, but I flinched and yanked them away.
"Laura, please, I'm sorry."
He whispered.
Still not saying even a word.
I got up slowly and began to walk away from him.
He called after me but I ignored him and continued to walk to my room.
He started to follow after me and I took off running, locking the door behind me.
Once inside everything that just happened came rushing back to me.
I covered my mouth as an ugly sob tried to escape.
Tears cascade down my face.
This was it.
This was the end of me and Sam.
He crossed the only line that can never be redrawn.
I laid down in our bed and cried softly into a pillow.
How could he do this?
Sam wasn't like this. Ever.
Out of all the people I have know, never once did I think Sam of ever laying a hand on me.
I guess things are never what they seem.
Gingerly, I traced my fingers across my slick and bruising cheek.
Slowly I slipped away into a pit of darkness.
A place with no love or dreams.
Just me, and the things that torture me.
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I woke up in darkness.
I got up shivering from how cold it was in the room.
I turned on the light and walked into the bathroom.
I brushed my teeth with my eyes closed from how tired I was.
I rinsed my mouth and looked at my face in the mirror.
I gasped quietly at the bruise that had formed.
It traced right along my cheek bone and slightly onto my jaw.
Sam has a big, heavy, hand.
I jumped into the shower and got changed into some lounge clothes.
I didn't want to go outside just yet so I decided to pack some stuff.
Clothes mostly, but a few weapons and toiletries too.
I cried as I did this.
Fat hot tears that made it hard to even see what I was doing.
I stopped for a moment as I came across a necklace Sam had given me for my birthday a few years back.
It was a locket with a picture of my parents.
I sighed and put it in the bag.
Zipping the bag closed, I slid it under the bed.
For when I was ready to go.
I dried my tears and unlocked the door.
I almost screamed when I saw Sam sitting on the wall in front of the door, sleeping.
I moved passed him quietly and made my way into the kitchen where Dean was sitting drinking coffee.
"You guys get into a fight? I heard screaming. I almost tripped over Sam in the hallway, so I'm guessing it isn't resolved yet."
I didn't look at him the entire time he talked.
I just made my coffee in silence.
I wasn't ready to talk about anything.
"Dean. I'm leaving."
I jumped as Dean spit out his coffee.
"What?!"
I shushed him afraid he would wake up Sam.
"Listen okay? Sam...he...he..."
"Laur, spit it out!"
"He hit me, okay?!"
I said turning around and revealing my bruise.
He scrambled to get up and inspect the mark.
"Holy shit."
I took his hands off of my face and grabbed my coffee.
"I'm going to leave before he wakes up. I'm already packed, but I need a ride."
He shook his head.
"Don't brush this shit off like it's nothing. I'll kick Sam's ass, okay? You don't need to leave."
I sipped my coffee.
"If he did it once, he'll do it again. I can't trust that if I stay here I'll be safe. I have to go before it's too-"
"Laura."
I heard whispered from the entrance of the kitchen.
Dean tried to lunge at Sam but I held him back.
"Dean stop. Go to my room and put my bag in the car. It's under the bed."
I said rubbing his back trying to get his breathing to regulate.
He pushed past me and Sam stomping to where our rooms are.
I looked away from Sam and mixed a spoon in my coffee.
"Laura. Baby. I never meant to hit you like that. I-I would never-"
He paused and took a few steps closer to me.
I felt my entire body tense up.
"hurt you on purpose. I'm an asshole, okay? I know that you hate me right now, I would hate me too. I do hate me. but we can work this out, right? We've gotten through everything. Every problem. Every argument. We fixed it together, Laur."
He tired to touch my face but I flinched away from him and took a step back.
His face dropped in sadness.
I was scared of him, and I wasn't scared of anything.
I put my mug in the sink and washed it as that didn't just happen.
"No."
"No?"
"No. Some things can't be fixed, Sam. I wish with all of my heart that I could turn a blind eye, and forget that you did what you did. But, Sam, I can't even be near you without being terrified of what you're gonna do. I was willing to take the yelling, the name calling, but I'll be damned if I let someone put their hands on me and walk a happy man."
Tears were streaming down his face and down mine as well.
"I have your bag."
Dean said in passing.
I turned around to follow him but Sam grabbed my wrist before I could move.
I look down at his hand, it covered the bruise there completely.
I looked up at Sam and he dropped my hand in terror.
"I would never do that again, but I think I understand now. I love you Laura."
Tears filled my eyes.
"Goodbye Sam."
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