Join the reader and the boys on a whirlwind of emotions and adventure. Something's happening with Dean, leaving Sam and the reader to figure things out. Not only with what is happening with Dean, but between them as well. Can you save Dean, before h...
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Sam follows Y/N into town, pulling into a dark alley, while she parks on the curb to wait for him. Both smiling at each other when he climbs in.
Y/N sings along to a country song on the radio, eyes focused on the road, and a content look on her face.
"You seem better. When you left, I wasn't sure if you would call me." Sam admits, causing her attention to shift towards him for a moment before looking back at the road.
"Well, I've had a chance think. I feel like I've finally made a few decisions. Besides, I couldn't not talk to you."
Sam looks down at his lap, feeling his cheeks grow a little warm.
"Well I'm glad." They both look at each other.
"Me too." Y/N says as she pulls into the parking lot for the diner she was talking about. They both climb out and head inside. Sitting in a booth in the corner, Sam takes a moment to really look at her. Like it was the first time, he was seeing her in years. Her hair pulled back into a messy bun, with pieces falling around her face. Her eyes brighter and full of life. Freckles scattered across her face. A small amount of makeup, covering her face to hide the bruise on her cheek. Unless, you knew it was there, you couldn't see it. Her plump bottom lip, split. Her leather jacket removed and laid in the seat next to her. Her cropped Metallica shirt and dark wash jeans, exposing just enough stomach. Her tattoos peeking out from under the sleeves of her shirt. It's like he forgot how beautiful she was, in the day and half since he last saw her.
She looks up at him and he quickly looks down at his menu. Hearing her laugh under her breathe. Feeling her staring at him, he looks back up at him. "Hiya, Sammy." A beaming smile on her face.
"Hey, Y/N/N."
Before they can say anything else, a waitress comes over and takes their order. Chicken fingers, fries, and a coke for her. A chicken sandwich with lettuce, tomato, and mayo with a side of fries and a water for him.
"So, besides today, how have things been at home?" Y/N asks him, once the waitress walks away to put their order in.
"Uh, pretty tense." Sam tells her, clearing his throat and leaning back in his seat. He sees her brows come together in confusion.
"Really? I'm sorry. I should have just stuck it out and tried to at least get on a mutual ground with Dean. I didn't think about it being that way for you." Leaning back herself and crossing her arms over her chest.
"I understand why you left. After talking to him today, I realize that he needs to figure things out for himself. Just like you did."
The waitress brings their drinks to the table. Both giving their thanks.
"Yeah, but I just don't understand why he thinks that hitting you, is a way to do that." Y/N takes a sip of her drink.
"I think it has just been building up inside of him for a while now and he heard me talking to you on the phone. And I went to go talk to him after we hung up and he just unloaded."
