Sad Supernatural Imagines

#145 Sam - Cigarettes

Y/N p.o.v:

The moon shone down on you like a spotlight on a stage, the cigarette smoke surrounding you like a blanket. The cool air blowing ever so slightly in your face. You looked up at the night sky, your lips to the cigarette inhaling the smoke. They used to make you feel something, but now it's a habit. A habit you didn't care to break. The thought of the consequences no longer came to you. The complaints from the only two people who loved you stopped coming. You turned up your music to full volume, the music blasting in your ears. You inhaled again, the smoke filling your lungs. Memories running through your mind like a race car.

Laughter filled the quiet bunker. Sam touched your side lightly again, tickling you which made you laugh and push him away.
"Stop!" You cried out in a laugh. He chuckled and stopped, bringing you closer to him before pressing his soft lips to yours. You loved his kisses and was always sad when he pulled away. Sam pulled back, making you frown. He just smiled and held you. You never wanted this to end.

The cigarette came to and end just like everything. You put it out but didn't move from the ledge of the building. You stared at the sky for what seemed like hours. You were cold and although it was really late, you didn't go inside the apartment building. You just sat there, the bottle of whiskey next to you and the pack you brought out with you. You took a swig, more memories pouring into your head.

He walked away, no regret or pain or sadness on his face. He walked away, leaving you standing there in the middle of the bunker with tears streaming down your face. He walked away, leaving you. He walked away, leaving you wondering what went wrong. He walked away, leaving you heartbroken. He walked away, leaving you forever.

He never gave a solid reason why he ended it. It killed you not knowing what you did, if you did anything at all. Over time though, instead of dealing with the pain, you shut down. Dean and Cas used to try to get you to talk, to get you to do something other than stay in your room and stare at the wall in the dark. You left without a trace. You didn't leave a note nor did you take anything besides the car you fixed up with Bobby. You left everything behind and anytime Cas or Dean caught your trail, you left everything behind again only to start over someplace new. This cycle was a never ending one but you didn't care. You didn't care about anything anymore. You didn't care to eat right or take care of your body like you should. You didn't care to getting in another relationship. You didn't care to go home with a one night stand. You didn't care to make friends. You did odd side jobs, not caring to get a real one. It got you by just barely. You stopped giving a crap the day Sam stopped loving you. You didn't care if things got better or not. And you didn't care to fix anything. You were too exhausted to. Waking up everyday was hard enough. You lit another cigarette and inhaled, the familiar taste of menthol on your tongue.

"Y/N, you know those are bad for you. You need to quit." Dean said. Cas agreed but you ignored the both of them. You hardly talked these days. Afraid that if you spoke, you'd break down crying. You just brought the cigarette to your lips and inhaled. You heard sighs and boots walking away.
"I'm sorry." You whispered.

That was the last time you saw them. That was the last time you would ever see them again. You felt a tap on your shoulder and gasped. You turned around only to see a man you didn't know.
"Give me your money." He demanded. You stared at him before laughing, making him look at you questioningly but quickly went back to a 'menacing' look. You took out your headphones before you stopped laughing. You got up and walked towards him only to be stopped by him pointing a gun at you. You looked at the gun and then back at him before putting the cigarette to your lips one last time and then throwing the bud on the ground. He stared at you, not lowering the gun. You looked at him before smiling.
"Boo." You said loudly. It startled him which made him shoot. You felt a sharp pain in your stomach causing you to look down. You watched blood start to seep out and looked at the man who looked at you in horror at what he'd done. You fell to the ground, blood pooling around you and ringing in your ears. He started cursing to himself and ran to the door to get out of there as quickly as he could. You lied there, slowly dying out. The last thing you saw was the cigarette bud on the ground, still somehow lit. The moon shone down on you like a spotlight on a stage, the smoke surrounding you like a blanket.