Sad Supernatural Imagines

#139 Sam - You're My Daddy?

Request for @belaxgi3582. I hope this is what you asked for!

Sam's p.o.v:

I rolled over, panting with a smile. The woman next to me, Sherri, laughed breathlessly.
"Wow, I did not expect that from you." She said. I just shrugged. I've heard that a lot from many different women. A few weeks had passed and suddenly I got a call. I looked at the number and I didn't recognize it. So I answered it cautiously.
"Hello?" I asked suspiciously. I heard a deep breath from what sounded like a girl.
"Is-Is this agent Smith?" She asked. I cleared my throat before speaking.
"Yes, this is him. Who's this?" I asked politely. The girl hesitated before she finally responded.
"It's Sherri. From the bar. I-uh-I think I'm pregnant." She said. I froze. Pregnant? No. This can't be. She said she was on the pill and I wore a condom. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Fuck!
"I-You're sure?" I asked. She hummed in agreement. Fuck, okay. How is this going to work? I can't take care of kid with this girl and still hunt! It's on or the other.
"Look, Sherri, thank you for telling me. But I can't co-parent with you. I'll send money and anything you need, but I can't be in this kids life. My job is too dangerous and it takes me all over the country. It's better that this kid doesn't know me or anything about me." I explained. Sherri started to cry quietly which made me feel awful.
"I understand. I just thought you should know." She said and then ended the call.

~years later~

Y/N p.o.v:

You sat there with a confused look. Your mom was laying on the ground with red liquid surrounding her.
"Mommy?" You called in your small voice. You walked over to her before sitting next to her. You poked her, but she didn't move. She felt cold and stiff.
"Mommy? Wake up. Wake up, Mommy." You said with a smile. She was just playing with you. You shook her a little, but she still didn't wake up. You furrowed your brows and shook her harder. You started to get worried.
"Mommy! Mommy, wake up!" You yelled. She still didn't wake up. Tears fell down your cheeks as you started to cry when hours had passed and she still didn't wake up. After a while, you got up and walked to the fridge. You grabbed the paper on the fridge with a number on it. She told you to call it if anything ever happened to you or her. You didn't know who's it was, but you trusted her. You wiped your snotty face, but it was no use because you couldn't stop crying. You grabbed your mom's phone and dialed the number with your chubby fingers. It rang for what seemed like forever to you, but eventually someone picked up.
"Sherri?" A man's voice said. You sniffled before talking.
"Mommy won't wake up! I'm alone and she won't wake up. I need help!" You cried into the phone. You hoped he knew what you were saying.
"Okay, okay. I'll be there soon. Why don't you stay on the phone with me?" He said in a calming voice.
"Okay.." You whispered. You guys talked till he got there. The man came inside once he arrived and helped you pack a bag to go back to where he lived. He carried you outside and put you in the backseat where your car seat was. He shut the door and then climbed into the front seat.
"Alright, little one. Let's get this show on the road." He said. He started the car and then he was driving away. You sat there silently.
"What's your name? How old are you?" He asked, breaking the silence. You shrugged, too scared or too in shock to answer. He sighed before speaking again.
"My name is Sam Winchester, but you can call me Dad." He said. You looked over at him questioningly. Dad?
"You're my daddy?" You asked. He nodded. You looked down at your small hands. When you asked your mom where your dad was, she would just ignore the question.
"I'm Y/N and I'm 5 years old." You said softly. You heard your dad take a deep breath before turning on the radio. You didn't recognize the song, but you didn't hate it.
"Y/N...That's a beautiful name. Your mom picked a wonderful name. It suits you very well." He said. You smiled and thanked him. You continued to stare out of the window even though there wasn't much to stare at. It was dark out and very late. It was way passed your bed time. You yawned before eventually closing your tired eyes and falling asleep.

A/N:

Short and sweet. I hope you liked it.