Supernatural Imagines: Book One

Heart Stopping Surprise

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean, Castiel, Charlie

Warnings: Mention of major character death, a little angst, a little fluff

Summary: It's been one full year since the love of your life died. It's been one full year since a part of you has died. How will you ever manage to move on?

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It's been a year.

It's been a long and rough year for you, Dean, and the people you loved. You lost the love of your life and Dean lost his brother. You knew that hunting wasn't going to be easy and death was part of the hunting package. Who knew that Sam would be the one to die at the hands of a monster? When everyone heard the word 'Winchester' they knew that it meant bravery, sacrifice, and honor. That word meant good, it meant to experience. So why did Sam die?

You weren't on that hunt and you never asked Dean how he died. You could barely contain the thought that Sam, your long-term boyfriend of 4 years, was now gone. You shut yourself off from the world. You drank your body weight almost every day to drown the pain out. Your other half was gone and a big part of you was missing. When Sam died, your heart went with him. You had a hard time eating, sleeping, doing everyday chores, and being there for Dean. For the longest time, you remember ignoring Dean because when you looked at him, you saw a part of Sam.

Dean was hurting as much as you were, if not more and you weren't there for him. You saw the damage you did to yourself and to Dean. Of course, you tried finding a way to bring him back. You've tried selling your soul but no demon would make a deal. No demon would take Dean's soul again. You guess after you sold your soul and came back, they didn't want it again. You couldn't burn the body because there was a small possibility that you would bring Sam back. There was a small sliver of hope you held onto each and every day that dragged on.

You knew that this life would eventually lead to your death and you accepted that. You just didn't figure that day would come so soon. You also figured out that in order to heal, you needed Dean and you needed Cas and you needed the people you love. They were suffering alongside you and you couldn't do this alone. The pain was just too great. So, with time, you began to open up to Dean and began to help him through his problems and yours. Yes, you were still in great pain but at least you weren't alone. You didn't think you could ever move onto another man. You loved Sam too much to do that to him even though he wasn't with you anymore.

"Come on, Y/N, just come out with us," Dean said, leaning against your door frame.

"No thanks, you go have fun." You sighed, pulling Sam's covers up to your nose. They still smelled like him. You were trying to move on but you always wore something of Sam's. You felt safer that way.

"Y/N, it won't be the same without you. Plus, you haven't left his room in a few days. You need to get out and be around other people. You can still wear one of his shirts if you want." Dean suggested. For someone who lost their brother a year ago, he seemed perfectly fine.

"Dean, are you okay?" You asked, narrowing your eyes.

"Yeah, why?" He shrugged.

"You seem awfully fine. Sam died a year ago and you seem to have everything together. When he fell into the cage, you were a goner. You spent your whole life protecting him and you seem okay. Same thing with Cas. Is something going on?" You asked. You suspected something was just based on their behavior. They've been spending more and more time away from the Bunker and you could tell they were keeping secrets from you.

"Nothing is going on. Look, yes, I am very sad Sam is gone. Okay? He was my brother and that will never change. But on that note, I can't keep spending my life in sorrow. I can either drink my life away or I can move on and I chose to move on. Sam will never be gone, I know this for sure. Now, will you move on with me?" Dean said, trying to make you feel better. He was right, this isn't what Sam would have wanted for you. If he could see you now, he would smack your head and tell you to get it together.