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Sam's Depression

Sam hurting you which causes you to leave and he gets depression

(619 Words)

I stormed through the bunker hoping Sam would leave me alone. "Come on, Y/N. You know I didn't mean to. Just let me fix you up," He argued but I groaned loudly refusing to speak to him. I slammed my door behind me locking it in his face. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! I grunted in frustration when Sam still tried to open the door. I stormed over to my first aid kit and ripped the hole in my shirt even bigger so I could see what I was doing. 

Taking a bullet out of yourself is extremely difficult and painful but if anyone knows me, they know I'm stubborn. Sam stopped trying to talk to me after a while but I never heard him leave either. As soon as I was all patched up I took my anger elsewhere. I packed my things into a single bag and ventured into the vent system, I didn't know what I would do if I saw Sam but God knows I would hurt him. While retrieving the bullet I considered making him swallow it but I refrained. I angrily made my way through the tight vents and exited out of a random room. I looked around and ventured into the hallway where I gathered myself and made my way to the garage. Dean was still working on my car as the hood was up and parts were all over the place but Dean wasn't here. I sighed as I grabbed a random set of car keys and climbed inside. The car smelt old but I just need to get out of here. Sam shot me. I have always been relaxed about collateral damage but his shooting me was the last straw. A part of me believed he did it on purpose. 

Sam and I had been arguing all week, it started with a big argument, I said that I want more freedom when it comes to hunts because they think they need to protect me because I'm a woman. Then when the argument wasn't resolved we argued about everything. The way he chewed, the way I walked, the way he said my name and the way I sat when I was thinking. And, then he shot me, on a hunt when we already killed the monster. He says that I frightened him but I think he just wanted to piss me off. 

I don't regret leaving. 

SAM'S POV: (5 months later) 

"Y/N?" I asked excitedly as I spun her around to look at me. A sharp slap to the face put me right. She wasn't her. It's never her. I sighed as I made my way back to where I had hurried from, Dean gave me the same look as always. He's waiting for me to grow up, to get over her leaving but I can't, I don't even know if she's alive! The last we saw her, I had shot her, she locked me out and the next thing we know there's a blood trail in the vents and one of the cars is missing. Dean believes she left willingly and a part of me believes it too but I don't want to. I lie to myself, I swear blind that a creature kidnapped her, hurt her, I just don't want to believe that she would choose to leave me. I climbed into the Impala, head rested on my hand as I went into a world of my own, something I have done too much recently. 

Bobby knows where she is, I know it. I bet Dean knows too like it's a funny joke and I'm the punchline.