Imagine: Relaxing with Sam after a case, talking about Dean and your other losses.
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Sam and I sat against the hood of the Impala, looking out at the lake and drinking beer. It was quiet. We just finished a case, but we haven't been talking much. I glanced at him then back out at the water.
"We'll keep trying, Sam," I reassured him. "There's gotta be something that can help him."
"We've tried everything," Sam said. "He sold his soul, he brought this on himself. He's gone, Y/N."
"You don't mean that," I said, standing up and looking at him. "He saved your life."
"Yeah, and where did that leave us?" Sam snapped.
I just looked at him for a minute, then back out at the water in front of us.
"Say it was me," I said. "Say I was dead. Would you leave me dead or make a deal?"
He was silent. I sighed, eyes watering.
"Sam, whether we save him or not," I started, "Dean's our brother and he's dead. I won't let you be mad at him for saving your life."
Sam still said nothing. I shook my head.
"Man, you really are a seflish bastard, aren't you?" I said, getting up straight. "Forget it. Let's just go."
"Y/N, I didn't mean-" Sam tried, but I ignored him.
I got in the Impala's driver seat, waiting for Sam to come get in.
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Supernatural Imagines
FanfictionJust some imagines from the Supernatural show. They're all mine, I came up with them and the short parts with them. Some are depressing, some may be different. So enjoy!
