Sam Winchester Imagines

Imagine: Heroes Don't Always Wear Capes, They Sometimes Wear Plaid

You were worried about everything today. Everything absolutely terrified you. This was one of those days you just wanted to just curl up and hide. You were with your buddy Sam, but this was the type of thing you didn't want to bug him with..the story of your life.

You were supposed to be joining Sam in the living room to a movie, but the whole 'dying' thing triggered your anxiety like crazy, therefore you excused yourself to the bathroom. Sam probably notice in a few minutes but you couldn't tell him, you just couldn't.

"(Y/N)?" Sam shouts, making you jump...knocking you out of your thoughts.

"Yes?" You gulped, afraid to confront him.

The footsteps of Sam Winchester made your heart pump even faster than before. That was quite unusual for you. You have NEVER experienced anxiety because of Sam, EVER. What is my problem? You thought.

"(Y/N)? Hey. I see you've gone missing for a while-" Sam could instantly tell something was wrong. "Hey...what's wrong?" Sam put his hand on your shoulder and you flinched and instantly pulled away. "DON' T touch me!"

"Okay, hey. Somethings clearly wrong. You've never talked to me like that! What is it?" Sam was talking as calmly as possible.

"Anxiety at its finest, death, voices, I Can't take it!!" You exclaim and started to shake uncontrollably. You were so uncomfortable being trapped in this weak body, it was insane.

"Look at me..if you can. Breathe, breathe. There's got to be some way I can help you." Sam waited for you to speak, but you drowned him in silence.

"Please, you're my friend. I need you to be okay. I can't leave you alone like this."

"Then don't..." you whispered and sniffled a few times.

"I'm sorry?" Great, he didn't hear you.

"THEN DON'T!" You screamed and became hysterical.

He was startled by your sudden outburst and grabbed you, pulling you into a warm, strong, moose hug.

You tried to fight and pull yourself free, but there was no way in hell you were doing that. You slowly, stopped crying, some how this was helping? Sam was literally a hero.

" I'm sorry..I'm so sorry!" You whine. This was completely irrelevant, your previous friends had left you for this type of thing...but Sam. He stood by you. He was different from the others. Caring, trustworthy, and understanding.

"Listen..don't be sorry. I've been where you are. Physical contact tends to help me in situations like these. Just relax."

Sam was indescribable ... in a good way of course. He was really the best friend you've ever had. Never have you met someone so kind. Friends like these last for life. He wasn't just a friend..a hero. Hero's don't always wear capes you know. They sometimes wear plaid.

A/N
Hey lovelies! I decided to post this today! I'm trying to do more positive thingys with my writing lol. I hope this one is okay, short and sweet. Remember: requests ARE open. I'd love to write for you, and I enjoy making these stories so much. Part 2? Let me know!
~shelbs(: