Supernatural Imagines

Way Too Good At Goodbyes (SamxReader)

He sighed as you turned around to hide your tears. Your hands shake as you try to continue making the food for dinner. After several tries of lighting the match, you feel his hands gently pluck the match away from you.

Sam puts his chin on your shoulder and then slowly turns you around. "You know I have to do this, (Y/N). I promised Dean." You nod as you wipe at your eyes. You then match his gaze and say, "I just thought I had to say goodbye on a happier note. I can't believe Cas..."

It was two in the morning when Dean had called his brother hysterical and out of mind because of worry. He had an argument with his husband, Castiel, who then had stormed out of the house and had driven away. You had then called several police stations and then assuming the worst, you called the hospitals.

There had been a car accident and Castiel's body was identified. Sam, had to leave you behind to go take care of the funeral and his nephew. Dean had refused to take care of himself after he got the news. You wanted to go as well, but you were seven months pregnant and could barely move without breaking out in sweats.

You walk over to the front door, and kiss Sam goodbye as he leaves for Texas from Newcastle. What he said had you reeling, "We're way too good at goodbyes."
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I can't even.
Love or Hate(for this imagine),
Masooma Ali 33