Supernatural Imagines

Sam Imagine pt. 2

For AngelicaBeltran7

Your POV:

I pull out my handkerchief and wipe the fresh vamp blood off my machete. I tuck the handkerchief into my back pocket and head back to my Chevelle.

While putting my machete away i slit my finger, and it started bleeding.

"Oh jee- crap!" I mutter and quickly grab the small first aid kit. While I search for a bandaid i can't help but remember a faint memory.

-flashback-

"Dammit!" Sam exclaimed as he clutched his hand in a desperate attempt to stop the profuse bleeding.

"Oh god! I'll take you to the nurses office." I said after telling thew the building teacher that an accident happened.

We rush through the halls, Sam's hand dripping blood, making a trail of red dots.

'Why does the office have to be on the first floor?' I thought as Sam stumbles, but i quickly caught him and steadied him.

Without thinking i the bottom of my shirt into a strip and grabbed Sam's hand, then quickly wrapping it around tightly to stop the flow.

"what are you doing Y\N!"

"Shut up! If you don't stop the bleeding now you'll pass out by the time we get to the office." I whisper shout back.

"You should've been more careful holding that saw. What if something worse happened?" I chimed in again, holding Sam's shoulder to support him as we descended the stairs.

"I know, thanks so much Y\N." He said softly and hugged me before entering the office. I stood there shocked, but soon missed his small embrace.

-end of flash back-

By the time i snap out of it I was on the road, heading for my motel. I pull in and park my car, then proceed my room. As i head for it, i see a chevy Impala parked infront of a room two doors down.

Impala.

No, it wasn't. It couldn't be the winchesters car. Surely, it was just some other car junkie's ride.

I sigh remembering Sam again. I could never get him out of my head. I don't think i ever will.

-the next day-

I close the door and give the keys back to the motel keeper before heading to my chevelle. I slam the door shut and toss my duffel in the back, then start her up and listen to the soft purr she makes.

I see the impala's still there, and someones in it! They have short dirty blood hair, and a leather jacket, and is bobbing their head to bon jovi.

He honks and yells; "SAMMY!"

Sammy? No, no, is that dean?

I quickly turn the engine off and get out, running over and slamming my hand on the top hood.

"Are you Dean? Dean Winchester?" I huff.

"Ooo, a hot chick that knows my name. How can i be of service." He smirks, getting out and leaning beside me.

Yep. No change here.

"I'm Y\N Y\L\N. Where's Sam?"

"Hey, not so fa- wait your Y\N?" Dean mumbled, but before he could finish i dashed into their open motel room door.

"Y-Y\N?" I hear a deep voice stutter from behind me.

"Sam!" I turn around, tears already welling up in my eyes. He's finally here again. He's with me. No words were said as we collided into a huge hug, i wrapped my hands under his arms and his around my waist. I smelled his sweet cologne, taking in every second of this heavenly embrace.

"S-Sam i missed you so much." I cried into his shirt, feeling his abs and chest.

"Me too." Sam whispered, burying his fingers into my hair.

We separated much to my disapproval and Sam gawked at me. "what?" I asked, smirking.

"Nothing. Its just that you've changed so much! I mean, what's happened while i was gone?"

Oh, here comes the hard part.

I sighed and looked up to his somewhat concerned eyes.

"Well, my parents were uh...murdered. Then i was bullied in school and dropped out. Stayed in libraries and worked a small job until i could have enough cash to take a long road trip..." I looked down and away avoiding eye contact.

"Oh god. Y\N, I'm so sorry." Sam said in a sore, shocked voice. My breath shaked as i nodded my head, not willing to tell Sam that a demon killed my parents. That's why I'm here in the first place. I vowed to kill every supernatural being that comes my way.

Before i knew it i was taken in to another hug. I could feel Sam's hot breath on my neck, making me shiver.

"I'm just so glad you're here." He whispered huskily in my ear, running his hand up and down my back.

"I could never stop thinking about you." I whispered back, blushing as he ran his hands gently on my body.

"I always thought about our kiss, and how i wanted to hold you again and again." He sighed,rocking me slowly to a silent beat.

"Whats stopping you?"

I brought my head up and his down, our lips meeting in the centre. His lips were plumper, but had the everlasting softness i felt so many years ago. I smiled into the kiss as a tear of joy slid down my cheek.

Maybe i could finally be happy again.

Hope you enjoyed, this wasn't really edited, bc i was stretched for time and i really wanted to get this out. Pls vote and comment. :)))))

-CW