"Sam! Get a move on would ya? We were supposed to have been there 15 minutes ago!" You call to your boyfriend Sam Winchester, while putting in something into your hair. You were in a nurse's costume.

Tonight was the Halloween party, you'd been begging Sam to come with you to. You finally convinced him to come two nights ago.

"Sam!" You call again. "You coming or what?"

"Do I have to?" Sam asks, popping out from behind the bedroom doorway.

"Yes. It'll be fun."

Sam steps out fully. He's wearing a jean jacket over the top of an old grey T-shirt. 

"And where's your costume?" You ask, taking a few steps closer to him.

He scoffs. "You know how I feel about Halloween."

"All well. You're coming." You tell him. You peck his cheek. "I'll be waiting in the car."

*Time Skip to the party*

The music is blaring. You, Sam, and a few buddies were at a table. You raise your glass. 

"So here's to Sam and his awesome L-set victory."

"All right. All right. Don't make a big deal out of it (Y/n)." Sam says modestly, as the group clinks glasses together. 

"He acts all modest, but he scored a 174."

"Umph." One of your buddies say. "That's good."

"Scary good." You take a sip and smile at your brainiac boyfriend.

"So there you go, you are finally first round draft pick for any law school you want."

Sam takes a big gulp of his drink. Then turns to your friend.

"Actually, I got an interview here, Monday. If it goes okay I think I got a shot at a full ride next year."

"Hey!" You break in. "It's going to go great." You smile staring at him to reassure Sam. 

He breaks into the smile you love to see. "It better."

"How does it feel to be the golden boy of your family." You friend asks. 

"Ah, they don't know."

"Oh, no, I would be gloating." 

You give Sam a sympathetic smile. You know how he hasn't said a word to them since he started college. 

"Cause we're not exactly the Brady's."

"And I'm not exactly the Huxtables. More shots?"

"No." Sam and you both say.

"Sam, seriously, I'm proud of you, and you're going to knock 'em dead on Monday. And get you full ride, I know."

You also knew you loved him, but you didn't think this was exactly the setting to get very mushy.

He shakes his head. "What would I do without you?"

You sigh. "Crash and burn."

You reach out and grab his shoulder, pulling him in for a kiss.

*Time Skip*

You felt Sam shift and get up beside you. Bleary-eyed you try and rub the sleep from your eyes. Then you hear the sounds of a fight downstairs and hurry down. You hear an unfamiliar voice say. "Whoa. Easy, Tiger." Then Sam, "Dean?"

Dean? As in Dean Winchester, Sam's older brother? But he hasn't seen or spoken to him in two years. 

"You scared the crap outta me." Sam complains. 

"It's cause you're out of practice." The voice, now identified as Dean, says.

You hear another thump. It sounds like Sam tackled Dean to the floor. Dean laughs, "Or not."

"Get up." Sam says. "Dean what the hell are you doing here?"

"Well, I was looking for a beer."

You decide to let them know you're there. You flick on the lights. "Sam?" You ask. "What's going on here?"

Both boys turn to look at you. The shorter one with apple green eyes, Dean you suppose, looks shocked to see you.

"(y/n)." Sam says as you lean in the doorway. "Hey. Dean, this is my girlfriend (y/n)." Sam introduces.

"Wait your brother Dean?" You clarify just to be sure. You could be wrong.

"I love the smurfs." Dean says gesturing to your shirt.

You glance down and you remember the shirt and short shorts might not be the best thing to be wearing when you have company over.

"You know. I gotta tell ya." Dean takes a step or two closer. "You are completely outta my brother's league."

He smiles. You give him a look. Is that his way of hitting on you? If so, he's failing miserably.

"Just let me put something on." You made a move to leave, but Dean cuts you off.

"No, no, I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously." Dean says.

Starting to feel creeped out a little, Dean adds, "Sorry for bothering you, but I've gotta borrow your boyfriend a minute, so it was nice meeting you." He walks back over to Sam.

You nod. Sam protests. "No." He walks over and puts his arm around you. "No. Whatever you want to say, you can say in front of her."

"Okay, uhm, Dad hasn't been home in a few days."

You put your arm around Sam. That was why he broke into your house in the middle of the night. The older Winchester has to be crazy. 

"So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift; he'll stumble back in sooner or later."

Dean nods. "Dad's on a hunting trip, and he hasn't been home in a few days."

"(y/n), excuse us." Sam says.

What's going on, you wonder. 

*Time Shift*

You walk in to see Sam packing a bag full of clothes. 

"Wait. You're taking off? Is it about your dad? Is he all right?" You question.

"You know. Just family drama." 

"Your brother said he was on some kind of hunting trip." You come close to Sam You're worried about him. What's going on?

"Yeah, yeah, he's just deer huntin' up at the cabin, probably got Jim, Jack, and Jose along with him. We're just going to bring him back."

You sit on the bed. "What about the interview?" Sam's been hoping for something like that to come along for so long. Why should his brother and father mess this up for him?

"I'll make the interview." Sam picks up his bag. "It's only for a couple days."

You stand, saying, "Sam, please. Stop for a second." He turns back to you. "You sure you're okay?"

"Hey, everything's going to be okay. I promise."

He pecks your cheek. He rushed out as you call after him. "At least tell me where you're going!"

*Time Skip*

Sam POV

"Sam!" Dean calls as I step out of the Impala and toward the front step. "You know, we made a hellova team back there."

"Yeah, I know." I say. I swore to myself I was done hunting. I had (y/n) now. I was even thinking I would propose to her soon.

I watch Dean drive off. I sigh, then go in the front door.

"(y/n)! You home?" I call. I hear the sounds of the shower running. She stayed up to wait for me.

I see she left me cookies with a not reading, "Missed you! Love you!" Relaxed, I feel back onto the bed and close my eyes just to feel a drop of something on my head. I open my eyes in horror and see it.

(y/n). My beautiful, amazing, (y/n). Pinned to the ceiling. Her stomach split open, mouth open, and her lovely (y/h/c) locks around her face. Her (y/e/c) eyes open in terror. Just like my nightmare. The girl I love. 

"No!" I scream. She bursts into flames.

Dean bursts into the room. "Sam!"

"(y/n)!"

"Sam! Sam, we've got to go!"

"No! (y/n)!"

Dean drags me out.

As the firemen put out the fire, I stand at the Impala still in horror about what happened. If only I'd told her. If only I'd protected her. My (y/n). Gone forever just like Mom. Whoever did this is going to pay.

Dean stands by me. I close the trunk.

"We've got work to do."

I realize I'm a heartless bitch. I just had the idea and I had to put it onto paper. I always wanted to write an x reader. It figures that the first one I write is super depressing. My friend didn't help me with this one. It's all mine.