DRABBLE REQUESTS! WOOT! Could I request a Sam x Reader angst? Due to misunderstanding/miscommunication, reader thinks her and Sam have a thing and he rejects her? I don't know why I want my heart ripped open...
For years, it’d always been you and the Winchesters. The three of you were together every chance you got. You clung to them like they were your lifeline, mostly because they were. They’d saved your ass more times than you could count, and you owed them everything. But Sam… there was something about Sam.
You couldn’t explain the way he pulled at your heartstrings with every little thing he did. No matter when or where, the second you caught a glimpse of his dimples, you were a goner. Your heart fluttered when he said your name, like the syllables coming from his tongue were replacing the skipped beats of your heart’s rhythm.
After Sam had disappeared to Stanford, you and Dean hit the road with John, very much against John’s will, and helped him try to track down the demon that had killed Mary. Dean took you on a hunt to New Orleans, John heading off on his own to Jericho, and the two of you didn’t hear from him for over a week. Worriedly, Dean whisked you away to grab Sam and track John down.
“Hey, kid.” Sam smiled as he met you at the car. You scrunched your nose at the nickname but let him pull you into a tight hug. “Missed you.” He held you by your shoulder.
“Let’s go!” Dean patted his palm against the hood of the Impala and you and Sam climbed into your respective seats.
The hunt was something unlike any of you had ever seen. The woman in white haunted unfaithful men and lured them to their deaths. You and the Winchesters took her out, but not before she clawed at Sam’s chest. He held his hand over his chest as you hurried to him. You laid your hand over his and held him steady while he winced. Sam lowered his head and closed his eyes, and your heart leaped in your chest. You stood on your tiptoes hesitantly and closed your eyes, parting your lips slightly.
“Y/N, what are you…?” Sam pulled back slowly, frowning.
“I - I thought - you leaned - I…” You choked as you fell back onto flat feet and all the blood rushed our of your face. Sam wasn’t leaning in to kiss you.
“I’m - I’m sorry if I gave you that impression - ever. I - I don’t really…” He licked his lips and shook his head. “I have a girlfriend, Y/N.”
As Sam disappeared into the apartment, tears welled in your eyes and you sank into the shotgun seat of the car. Every part of you wanted Sam, but you were broken, and in the back of your mind, you wished he could experience your heartbreak.
What you would’ve never wished on anyone - but especially not Sam - was laying in bed and watching his girlfriend burn that night.