Supernatural Imagines

Sam x Reader

/ Apparently some people couldn't read this update so I've published it again I'm sorry.

You sat cross legged on the battered sofa, leant over the coffee table awkwardly reaching out for your phone. The display screen flashed with the message 'no new notifications' and your heart sank further into your already weakening chest.

Sam and Dean had left earlier that day, without confronting you about whether you wanted to join them on that particular hunt. You at least expected Sam to talk to you, he usually did, with kind words and a furrowed brow explaining the situation.

They had been gone for most of the day, and the outlines of a red crimson sunset were now visible through the motel blinds. Exhaling loudly you stood up, stretching your weary legs that had become somewhat immobile due to how long you'd been sat down.

When Sam walked in just over half an hour later, you had returned to the kitchen in your pyjama shorts and tank top, hair loosely braided over your shoulder. You turned to him, placing the mug of coffee you'd made down on the counter and waiting for the excuses to flood your ears.

"(Y/N)... I'm sorry we should have told you, I just..." He began, stepping closer to you and extending his hand.

"Sam, no. I don't want to hear it okay?" Your tone became punctuated with anger and hurt, "It's because I'm not good enough isn't it? You think I'm a useless hunter and no good to anyone."

Sam's eyes widened in horror and he strode towards you, "Don't you ever say that (Y/N). If only you knew how important you were to me and Dean maybe you'd understand."

A small sob escaped your lips and you couldn't face him anymore, "Sam I do understand. You go out on long hunts for the sake of it and hope that when you come back I'll be gone and it'll be one less burden to carry. Simple." Sam reached out to brush his hand against your cheek but you weren't having it. Turning towards the bathroom door you quickly walked inside and bolted the door, needing to be alone.

Once inside the bathroom, all your bottled up emotions came pouring out in a hot flurry of tears cascading down your cheeks, you were aware of Sam knocking on the door and calling your name softly but you knew he would leave eventually if you ignored his pleas.

"(Y/N)? please listen to me. You mean everything to me and Dean. You are one of the best hunters we've ever met and that's no lie, but sometimes hunts are extremely dangerous, you know that. We... I...can't bear to see you hurt or worse, because we couldn't be there to protect you at the right time. I've come to depend on your company in a lot of ways. Seeing you smile is one of the most beautiful things in this world... And hell probably in any other world too."

You didn't know how long you had been leaning against the bathroom door, slumping forward with your head in you hands, all you could recall was the last things Sam had said to you. It was obvious he had become overcome with fatigue and succumbed to sleep, as you could hear soft hushed breathing coming from the other side of the door and the occasional shifting of limbs.

Carefully, you unbolted the door, peering down you saw Sam's eyes open wide and he looked up at you, an expression of hope drawn across his features. How could you deny how much you loved this man anymore? With one swift motion he moved away and stood, brushing himself down and gazing at you in a way that made your heart pound and your cheeks flush.

Taking a small step towards him you shyly dared to look into his eyes, all remnants of anger towards him long since forgotten. Finally, it was Sam who gave in, pulling you to him and entangling you in a tight embrace. He must of guessed that he was on the verge of making you cough up your lungs so he loosened his grip, letting out a small laugh of relief. You in turn wrapped you arms around his waist and buried your head into his chest. "Sam... Will you, er would you stay with me tonight?" You asked nervously, swallowing your slight hysteria with a few hiccups. He sighed softly against your hair, "(Y/N) it'd be my pleasure."

You lay entwined in each other between the roughly strewn sheets of the bed, Sam's content was almost mirroring yours as he drew soothing circles on your palm. Now you could see up close just how warn out and tired he looked, how selfish you had been to make him go through what you had.

You only hoped that nights like this would be a frequent occurrence.