-Supernatural One Shots, Imagines, and Preferences-

Fixing Things - Sam x reader

I wasn't afraid of anything anymore. Well, that's a lie. I was afraid. But I was numb to all of the attacks made by supernatural creatures. I was only afraid for my boyfriend. He was killing himself slowly with stress and lack of sleep. It was painful to watch.

I sat on my bed in the bunker, watching Netflic on my laptop. I was watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer (the tv show). It was funny to see their ideas of vampires sometimes. It was also fun to watch twilight with its glittering vamps.

That's when my door burst open. I looked up to meet the livid eyes of Sammy. I instantly was more gentle toward him.

"Babe, what's going on?"

"(Y/N), I can't take this. Dean's gone, and I've done practically nothing to look for him. We have to go out there."

"Okay," I responded, getting up. I walked over to him gently and wrapped my arms around his neck. I hated seeing Sammy like this. "We'll get him back. I know we will. I'm sure Cas is—"

"I don't care what Cas is doing. Whatever it is isn't getting Dean back!"

"Sammy—"

"I'm going to go torture some demons. It'll make me feel better. God, I'm becoming a monster. I just need him back, babe. He can't stay dead. Winchesters just don't stay dead."

I chuckled slightly. This did seem to be true. In the time you'd known Sam, he'd died twice. Once, he came back without a soul. That was hard. The sex was less meaningful. Still fun, but it wasn't your Sammy.

"Sammy, we'll get your brother back. I promise. If it's the last thing I do."

Sammy went to the "dungeon" in the bunker where they held demons they wanted to interrogate. So he was serious. Once Sammy was gone, I dashed out of the room and wrote a note. I didn't want Sam thinking something bad had happened to me. I left in one of the cars from the bunker's garage and found the nearest crossroad. I set up the whole ordeal and buried the box. Not long after, a tall man appeared. He was handsome, but he had nothing on Sam.

"So, sweetheart," he jeered. "You want to make a deal?"

"Bring Dean Winchester back. From hell. Make him alive again. I'll give you my soul. I want five years."

"Oh, darling," he chuckled. "Dean Winchester's soul is worth more than five years! I can give you a year at most—"

"Done."

He smirked.

"Desperate. Just the way I like 'em. You have yourself a deal, missy."

It felt dirty and wrong to kiss him. I made it as quick as possible. I made sure I was back at the bunker before Sam noticed I was gone. He walked into the kitchen where I was standing moments later.

"Hey, babe. What's up? Where'd you go?" He put his arms around me, seeming to feel better.

"I just had to drop some trash off at the dump. Don't worry. I'm not leaving you yet. You're too addictive," I giggled nervously. I wasn't a good liar. Luckily, he didn't sense anything.

"Alright. Killing some demons made me feel a little better. Meet me in bed in ten?" He begged with those sweet puppy dog eyes.

"Yeah. Just don't expect any funny business, mister. I'm tired and sore from our last family excursion. That hunt last week is still hurting me," I joked. He smiled at me lovingly before turning to go down the hall. I stalled for a bit and waited. I waited for him to fall asleep, then sat at the table in front of the door to the bunker. I heard the expected knock come minutes later.

"What did Sammy do?" Dean questioned.

"He didn't do this, Dean. I did. I hated seeing him so upset. You can't tell him, Dean. You just can't!"

"(Y/N), how long you got?" Dean asked, getting right to the point.

"A year," I mumbled sheepishly.

"You're such an idiot—"

"I know, Dean, but you can't tell him. Act like you don't know! I'm going to go wake him up and bring him in here! Dean please."

"Fine," he reluctantly agreed. "But you know, you have to tell him at some point."

"I know."

I made my way down the hall into Sam's and my shared room. He looked so cute and peaceful in his sleep. His gorgeous locks were fluffed up and sleepy looking. He looked like a puppy. He was so beautiful. But I had to wake him up. So I did so gently. By screaming at him like he had done something wrong.

"Sammy! Sammy!"

"Hmmm"

"Sammy! What the hell did you do? Sam! Wake up! Get your ass up!"

"(Y/N), what's going on?"

"Sam, get up. There's something you need to see."

I dragged him to where Dean was. And boy was I glad I had sold my soul. I did it to see this moment. I did it to see Sammy happy again. I couldn't live with seeing him the way he was. It made me cry, thinking about how upset he was. But now he had his brother back.

"Dean?" He asked in awe as he rushed over to hug his brother. He didn't even bother with the holy water and silver. Dean had done that to himself in the doorway.

A tear slipped from my eye. I didn't have a single regret about what I'd done. Sam was so happy. He had what he needed. And he was finally happy. How could I have regrets when he was in such bliss? He hugged Dean to one side of him and me to the other.

"Dean, how are you back?"

"I don't know," he faked to Sam fairly well. "I wake up fifty miles south of here, my wounds now only scars. No handprint or anything. Castiel didn't do this."

"Maybe he found another way," I chuckled nervously, hoping to broaden the possibilities and keep Sam off my trail. Sam's expression of happiness changed to fear and hurt.

"(Y/N), you didn't."

"Sam, I don't know what you—"

"Please tell me you didn't."

"Sam. I'm sorry."

A tear slipped from his eye as he looked down. He seemed mad for a second.

"How long ya got?"

"A year," I mumbled, my voice hoarse from the sob that was aching in my throat.

"(Y/N)," he cried, grabbing me and holding me close to him.

"Sammy, I love you. I did this because I love you. You can live without me. I know you'll move on. But you need Dean. He's your big brother. You wouldn't have had a will to live if I didn't do something sooner or later. I just didn't want you to hurt anymore."

"And you don't think losing you would hurt me?!" He cried. "I love you, too, (Y/N), and I'm not about to let you go so soon."

"But you have to Sam."

"(Y/N)—"

"Please."

Sam and I spent that year well. We made sure that every day counted. We hunted. We ate. We drank. He showed me how much he loved me. And then the hell hounds came one day. I wasn't happy, but I was ready. Sammy was so broken hearted, but I made a deal. And deals aren't easily broken.

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Sorry, this is a pretty bad chapter! Let me know if you have any requests or suggestions. May or may not fill them. Don't get your hopes set too high. 😘😘