Supernatural Imagines

Teenage!Sam x Reader: Part Two

Teenage!Sam x Reader: Part Two

/ I have a feeling this really really sucks but I had writers block and ah I'm sorry guys x

Your mother's voice resonated around the pristinely wallpapered rooms of your living room, shouting the same message as she had a few minutes ago, "Y/N stop being so damn lazy and take the dog out for a walk, you haven't moved all day." Groaning, you shifted on the sofa and pulled the orange blanket from your knees. That afternoon had been far from exciting, all you had done was watch pointless documentaries about tornadoes and earthquakes. None of the information had stayed in your brain and all you wanted to do was sleep.

Trudging into the hall, making sure to make your grumbles of complaint were loud enough for your mother to hear, you picked up some warn Converse sneakers and wriggled your feet into them. The past few months had been tough, what with one of your closest friends leaving so abruptly. Even though Sam had left well over three months ago, the day he hugged you so tight you thought your lungs might burst still replayed in your mind like a torturous broken record. Sam promised he would text you or even write the occasional letter, he had at first, never failing to send you multiple messages each day about how everything utterly sucked because you weren't there to make him laugh. One day all the messages just stopped. As abruptly as they had begun, it seemed to you that you were no longer of any interest to Sam, and that he had met other people and had new experiences... without you.

You had only just shut the door behind you, and a loud sigh escaped your lips as you realised it had started snowing again. "It would do wouldn't it, as soon as I freaking step outside. Man I hate winter." Pulling your coat collar further up around your neck you shook your head in the direction of your dog. She looked as done with everything as you did, Sam always said she was your spirit animal.

The street was noiseless, apart from the occasional stuttering of a car engine followed by a round of curses from its driver. Checking your phone for the millionth time that day, you weren't even disappointed when the 'No New Messages' icon popped up, that hope had died out long ago, along with the memory of Sam Winchester. Okay so maybe that was all complete bullshit, Sam would always, (as corny as it sounds) have a place nestled deep in the furthest realm of your soul. Sometimes you would turn to your left, where he would always stand and you would open your mouth to tell him a stupid joke, only to realise that he hadn't been there for some time. It felt like a ghost was constantly haunting you and no matter how much freaking salt you threw in its path it kept coming back, over and over again.

You returned to the house half an hour later, with chattering teeth and pale blue lips, breathing out a sigh of relief you kicked your now snow covered shoes off and hung your coat on a peg. "Y/N, we have a visitor." Your mother brushed past you in a hurry, arms full with empty plastic bags, "You behave whilst I get groceries." You nodded, sidestepped past her and made your way up the stairs. Whoever was downstairs could amuse themselves you thought, it was probably some strange twice removed cousin you'd never heard of anyway. Once in your room, you flopped down onto your bed, reaching straight away for your headphones.

A while later, the sound of someone knocking on the wooden panelling of your door roused you from your own selfish daydreams, without looking up you muttered, "Come in." the next words you faintly heard through the music filling your ears made you sit bolt upright and stare at the wall in front of you in disbelief. "You look like a burrito of sadness."
"Sam?"
"Hey."
"What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were freaking dead Sam. I tried to call you so many times and you just let me believe you were dead? Was it some sort of game to you?"

When you finally turned to face him, all the iciness that had corrupted your thoughts, melted away almost instantly because of the look of absolute hopelessness his features held.
"I'... I'm sorry Sam... I'm just upset that's all."
"I should go."
Rising from your bed and grabbing him by the hoodie sleeve you pulled him towards you, "Nuh uh. Sam I lost you once, it's not happening again." Sam brought a cool hand up to your cheek and you leaned into his touch, he lowered his lips to your forehead and murmured fevered words of apologies against your skin.

There was no way that Sam was going to leave anytime soon, so you persuaded him to stay the night. He had pulled you down onto the bed with him, spreading the covers across you both. As you turned to face him, his hand found yours and gave it a reassuring squeeze as if to say, "It's okay. I'm here, I'm staying, really." Something had changed between you that evening, in the way you saw each other. It was no longer a close friendship... but ultimately something deeper than that.

"Hey Y/N?"
"Yeah?"
A large smile broke his countenance, "I think I'm a burrito of happiness."