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Sam Imagine

Sam, Dean, and yourself were on a hunt, currently in a graveyard in Kansas. So, not too far from home about an hour or two. 

A ghost had been haunting the area going after the people who had killed him. His name was Luke Barker, he was about 16 years old when he died. He was walking home from school one day when a couple of guys (they were up to no good. I love you if you understand that reference) had followed him. He had noticed them when he was about 2 blocks away from his house, the street he was one was practically deserted so it wasn't a great place to have shady people follow you. He tried to run for it but he didn't make it more than half a block. They caught up to him, beat him half to death just because they could. While he was lying there they took everything he had and when they were done they finished the beating they started and he died. 16, robbed and beaten to death just because they could. 

You felt horrible for the boy, your heart broke when you heard what happened. He was a good kid too, a real good kid. Made honor roll, in advanced placement, and never hurt a fly. 

Then he came back, he came back as a vengeful spirit and began killing those close to the men who killed him. Of course you and the boys were on it immediately. That's how you ended up at the cemetery. 

You grabbed the things you needed and made your way to his grave. Your shotgun at the ready as you kept your eyes open and alert. Once you got to the grave and dug it up that's when it happened. 

Luke showed up. 

You turned away from the grave to make sure nothing was around when suddenly you came face to face with him. 

He was bloody and bruised. It almost brought tears to your eyes.

You quickly reached for your gun but to no avail he threw you across the graves and you hit a headstone. It broke with the force at which he threw you. You felt blood start to trickle down your head leaving a trail down your face as well. Still you sat up as best you could and hazily saw the boys trying to fight him off. Seeing your gun a few feet away from you, you crawled over to it and pulled yourself up. You steadies yourself before rushing over to the boys just to see Dean get thrown the same way you had been. "Dean!" You yelled in worry running over to check on him, but he pushed you away telling you to go help Sam. 

You hesitantly got up and ran over to Sam. He was on the floor with Luke standing over him. "Luke!" You yelled and he whipped his head around. When he saw you he disappeared and you tried to keep yourself calm. You felt his presence behind you so you turned around slowly to face him. 

"Luke. Sweetheart, I know what happened to you. I'm sure you were scared I would've been too. It's no way for a 16 year old boy with so much to live for to die. I didn't know you, but I know I would have immediately traded places with you. I'm so sorry, but this isn't right either. I know what they did is unforgivable, but do you really want to kill them, I know you want revenge. It doesn't do good though it breaks you even more because once you get it, you just feel lost. So Sweetheart you need to stop." You spoke to him, your eyes filling with tears. Every word you said was true. 

Surprisingly Luke stayed in front of you listening to you. His features softened as he looked at your face. Tears on your cheeks that look of hurt, for him. The real broken heartedness for him he could feel it. He stared at you and gave you a nod, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I was angry and scared." He said to you. You nodded in understanding reassuring him. 

You blew a small kiss to the young boy before you saw him burn up. It hurt you more than it ever had. You didn't understand why but it did. 

You wiped your eyes harshly before turning back to see the boys standing there with shocked but sympathetic looks on their faces.  You stumbled your way over to the boys blood dried on your face and you could feel that your ribs were bruised. 

When you reached them you just looked at them both, breathing heavily. They were both like you covered in dried blood and bruised. You still felt tears sting your eyes. Suddenly your legs just give out under you and you're quickly caught by Sam. He steadied you and held you close to him. Tears streamed down your face, and sobs were muffled by Sam's chest. Your fists full of his jacket, clinging to him for dear life. 

"Sammy why did it hurt so bad?" You whimpered out. He leaned down and kissed your head holding your trembling body closer to his. "I don't know baby, I don't know. It was a hard case, knowing what happened to an innocent boy." He said and you sobbed again. "Why was no one there Sammy, why didn't anyone help him. He was 16 years old, broken and bloody on the floor. I just don't understand." You said and looked up at him. He just leaned down and kissed your forehead before picking you up and carrying you back to the Impala. He let you lie out in the backseat, before going back to help Dean clean up. Once that was done they both came back to see you huddled against the door, your head against the window tears on your face. 

"(Y/n/n) I know it hurts. Some hunts are just harder than others, different for each of us. It's ok to feel this way." Dean said while leaning back against the seat. You just nodded and sighed. Sam walked to the other side of the car getting in beside you. As soon as he sat down you automatically threw yourself at him. He gave out a huff of surprise. But he eventually held onto you and signaled that it was ok for Dean to start driving. 

"He was so young Sammy..." you mumbled tiredly. "I know Sweetheart, but you got through to him, you helped him. You let him feel comforted and that's amazing. I'm so proud. Now get some rest, we'll be home soon and we can head to bed." You gave a weak nod and a hum of approval. 

You weakly lifted your head and lazily placed a kiss on his lips. "I love you Sam Winchester."  He smiled. But before he was able to speak, someone else did. 

"Yup love you too (y/n/n)." Dean intruded. You chuckled "I love you both. You said pressing a kiss to Sam's jaw before resting on his shoulder.