Sam x Reader: Just One Hunting Trip

“No, you’re not coming,” Sam said sternly to you as you pleaded for him to let you go on the hunting trip with him. “It’s too dangerous… You know how I feel about these things.”

You tugged on the Moose’s plaid shirt and stared at him with puppy-dog eyes. “Come on! You know I’m tough! I killed a vampire, ya know!” you whined. Though most people would hate a whiny young woman, Sam adored you. He loved you shiny (h/c) hair and your almost glowing (e/c) eyes. He loved everything about you.

You looked up into his deep hazel eyes that were looking at you sadly. There was something he was refusing to say. But some things are best unsaid, right?

Sam let out a sigh. “Alright, but don’t bug Dean. You know how he feels about you. And please don’t get in the way; you know how dangerous demons can be.”

You threw up your arms in victory and let out a victorious high pitched yelp, which caused Sam to flinch a little, but you found it cute. On your tip-toes, you reached up and gave your big Moose a kiss on the cheek (he even had to bend down a little due to his massive height). He wrapped his arms around you and you felt safe.

You were well aware that your upcoming journey would be dangerous, but you would do anything to spend time with Sam. You’ve loved him for two years and wore a sparkling diamond ring on your finger which he had proposed to you with earlier that week. Of course, Sammy had to steal it. There was no way the Winchesters could have made that much money on their own.
Sam let go of you in the embrace and kissed your forehead lightly. “I love you, (y/n). Be careful, please,” he whispered.

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You and Sam rested in the back of the Impala; your head was resting on his shoulder with your hands clasped inside of his. Dean, of course was driving with Castiel in the passenger seat. Dean was blasting some Bon Jovi while he was singing along, and Cas was trying to sing along with him.

Sam was annoyed by the loudness of the car, but you didn’t mind. You just cared about the warmth radiating off of his body keeping you warm. His light scent made you smile it was something tough, but sweet smelling.

It was a normal nighttime drive. Barely anybody was out on the country roads at this hour, which was nice. You had the roads to yourself, nothing to worry about, nothing could go wr-

CRASH.

As Dean entered the intersection, a car went speeding through hitting the back of the Impala. The back of the Impala on your side. The glass of the window shattered all over you. The car was rolling into a ditch. The bumpy fall into the ditch caused several pieces of glass to puncture your skin deeply. One shard was fatally shoved into your throat.

You could barely breathe. The crimson blood was flowing out quickly. You could barely feel anything. Though, you could feel one thing. Sam’s hands around yours. You opened your eyes to see a panicky Sam, his hair flowing on his face, he was calling for Dean and Castiel, but the car was dented, blocking the front and back.

Though you were the most harmed, Sam wasn’t unscathed. He had several cuts and forming bruises already.

“(y/n)! (y/n), please stay with me,” he pleaded. Tears were already streaming down his face.

Your vision was going black, you could barely breathe. You opened your mouth to say one last thing. “I love you Sammy, my moose,” you said weakly. A weak smile spread across your face before your last breathe was taken.

Sam knew you were gone, but he didn’t want to let go. “I love you too, (nickname). I didn’t want to bring you with, because everyone I ever come to love, dies…” his voice cracked. He continued sobbing until Dean and Castiel escaped the front of the Impala and had to pry Sam off of your body.

You were gone, and Sam was devastated. He thought for once his love wouldn’t leave him, but Death would not give him a break.