Sam x Reader

Sighing, you plopped down in your favorite arm chair, a frown on your face. Resting your chin on your fist, you watched as Sam paced the room in front of you. His hair was greasier than you had ever seen it, the strands stringy, and standing every which way. A beard lined his chin, making him scruffy and unkempt. His flannel shirt was wrinkled, with various stains lining the front.

"Sam, you are in serious need of a shower." You muttered, watching as he stopped suddenly, cocking his head. Without replying to you, he strode off, making his way to your shared bedroom, no doubt following your orders.

"Nice talking to you." You muttered, watching as he rounded the corner, disappearing from sight. With Sam gone, the library was too quiet, too still. The way your life had been lately, and you were tired of it. Sam and Dean had often been gone, leaving you behind while they went on hunts. That wasn't unusual, but you had wanted to spend time with Sam when he came home. You missed him, missed being around him and being in his arms. The bunker was too big, too quiet on your own, and you could feel the loneliness slipping in, darkening your thoughts.

"I'm heading to the bar!" Dean yelled as he came rushing through the library, his coat over his shoulder, keys in his hands. "Don't wait up!"

"I won't!" You yelled back, watching as the other Winchester brother strode on by. Wishing he would stop and talk to you. Maybe ask if you wanted to go with him. At one point in time, you had been close friends with Dean, often out drinking him at the bars. But lately, he hadn't even considered taking you with him, making you wonder exactly what you had done to ostracize yourself from both brothers. Especially Sam, who had always been your rock. But lately, even he didn't seem to want to spend time with you.

Leaving you alone with your thoughts, which weren't the best company. "I just want someone to talk to. Someone to sit next to and laugh, maybe share a beer. Is that too much to ask?" You muttered to yourself, a tear slipping down your cheek. "I'm tired of being lonely."

With Dean gone, and Sam no doubted in the shower, you leaned back in your chair, closing your eyes. Going over the last couple of weeks. This strange feeling that something wasn't right, that you were slowly being forgotten hadn't started until that creepy werewolf hunt. You had come back from that feeling disconnected and tired.

Sam had started ignoring you after that hunt, and you had no idea why. Instead of cuddling at night, he had turned to his side, leaving you laying there cold and alone, missing the heat his body provided. No longer did they give you the option to go on hunts with them, leaving you behind to research and take care of the bunker.

As time passed, the feeling of loneliness grew, and every time you brought it up with Sam, he would turn away, back to his laptop, looking for another hunt. Leaving you to return to your room, crying in private.

"Dean?" Sam called out, coming back from the hall, his hair still dripping water from the shower. At least he had a new shirt on, looking much cleaner.

"He went to the bar." You called out, as Sam stopped and stared off into space, narrowing his eyes. "Stupid jerk could have at least taken me with him."

"He must have gone to the bar." Sam muttered, completely ignoring what you had just told him.

"Duh. That's what I just said. If you ever listened to me, you would have known that." You told him, finally getting fed up with this feeling of being ignored. Of being alone when you weren't.

You watched as Sam's eyes widened, his breaths short and panicked. Moving to step towards him, you watched as he took a step back, heading straight for Dean's personal stash of whiskey. Pouring himself a generous shot, he downed it quickly before pouring another.

Sitting down at the table, he placed his head in his hands, the glass forgotten beside him. Wondering what had him so upset, you walked over to him, placing your hands on his shoulders, attempting to rub the kinks out of his muscles. "Sam, I don't know what's wrong, but you need to talk to me. I don't know how much more of this I can take. I know you're not doing it on purpose, but I'm feeling so alone right now. Please, can't we talk?"

"Y/N?" Sam breathed out, his muscles clenching underneath your hands as he moved his head up, his eyes frantically searching the room.

"Yeah, it's me. Unless you forgot who I was. Which could be, since I've been on my own for over a month." You muttered, frowning when Sam stood up, accidentally pushing you out of the way. "Whoa, what's up with you?"

"This can't be happening." He whispered, pacing in front of you, before pulling out his phone. "Dean, I think you need to come back. We have a problem."

"Yeah right we have a problem. It's called you've been ignoring me, and I don't like it. I'm so freaking lonely I'm about ready to pull my hair out. I miss you. I miss us. The way you would hold me at night, or kiss me awake in the morning. How you would take me to our favorite little café. I feel like I'm all alone in this world, and I don't know what I did to upset you."

Sam stopped in his tracks, his gaze finally landing on you. Moving your gaze from his wide shoulders, you were surprised at the pain and shock in his hazel eyes. "Sam, what is it?"

"Y/N, I can see you." He whispered, his hand moving forward as if he was trying to grasp you.

"Well no duh. I'm right in freaking front of you!" You yelled, your hands on your hips. "Either you and Dean are pulling a trick on me, or you're being incredibly mean. Being ignored like this hurts!"

"Y/N, I don't know...you're here..." He stuttered, making absolutely no sense.

"Finally." You sighed. "Sam, I don't know what I did to upset you, but please don't ignore me anymore. I've never felt so alone in my life, and I didn't care for it."

"Sam, I was only down the road, what's the ....? Holy shit!" Dean exclaimed as he came down the stairs. "Y/N!"

"Why do you two act so surprised to see me?" You asked, your heart sinking as you began to realize something had to be really wrong. You had never seen them so moved by something. So upset.

Sam reached forward once again, stopping before he touched you. "Y/N, you're dead. You've been dead for over a month now."

"Not funny Sam. Don't you think I would have realized I'm dead?" You argued, as your mind worked fast.

"Y/N, what's the last thing you remember?" Dean asked you, coming to stand next to his brother.

"The werewolf hunt." You answered quickly. "It was a nasty hunt, and I'm surprised we got away unharmed."

"We did...you didn't." Sam explained softly, his eyes full of pain, a tear slipping down his cheek. It was that tear that had your heart freezing, making you realize that maybe they were telling the truth.

"I'm.... dead?" You questioned, holding your hand out as if you could see through it. With a shaky hand, you tried pressing it to his, choking back a sob when your hand slipped right through his. "No, this can't be true! Please tell me this is some horrible, mean trick you're playing."

Tears poured freely down Sam's face as he pulled your locket from his neck. "I think this is what you're connected to. I've been wondering if you were still around. Small instances, the smell of your perfume, your voice echoing through the hallway. Your side of the bed indented. I didn't want to hope. Being a ghost is not something I would wish on you. No matter how much I wanted to see you again."

"What do I do?" You asked him. "I can't spend eternity as a ghost? It's so cold and lonely. But I don't want to part from you!"

"You need to move on. No matter how much I want you here, I need you in heaven. You need to be in heaven." He told you, closing his eyes as he handed the locket to his brother.

"What if I don't want to go?" You threw out, even though you knew you couldn't handle this existence much longer. It was only full of pain and loneliness. As your body began to flash, losing its ability to show yourself to them, your eyes widened, looking up at Sam in alarm. "Sam!"

"Y/N, I love you." Sam assured you.

With tears trailing down your cheek, you watched as Sam's eyes began scanning the room, no doubt looking for you. Closing your eyes, you fought hard to get back to him. Wanting to get the chance to say goodbye. Needing to talk to him one more time. But as you tried, you felt warmth for the first time in a long time. Starting at your toes, it slowly traveled up your body. Never hurting, just warming you like a heavy blanket, comforting you at the same time.

Opening your eyes, you saw Sam standing there, his eyes full of tears as Dean held the bucket your burning necklace was in. "Y/N, I will see you again." Sam promised, before the flames took you away.