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Y/n Pov
It's been exactly four months and three days since Dean Winchester died. Ever since then nothing has been the same. He was my best friend and I miss him more than anything but it kills me seeing my boyfriend, Sam, in so much pain. He's barely left the bunker since that day. He won't eat, barely sleeps, and sits in bed all day.
Meanwhile, Cas and I have been doing everything we can to bring him back. Sam has helped a bit but for the most part, he's too depressed. I completely understand his pain considering I lost my entire family when I was six to monsters. It's horrible. Somewhere deep down Sam knows he's got us to get him through this. If I knew anything about Dean, it's that he wouldn't want Sam to suffer like this.
My hand ran through my tangled hair as a sigh left my mouth. Cas looked up at me from his book and gave me a worried expression. "Y/n I'm worried about you," he started and I frowned. "You've been stressing yourself out worrying about Sam and everyone else that you haven't taken any time for yourself."
"I'm fine thanks, Cas," I assured but he didn't believe me.
"You should take a break, I'll handle it for a while." He suggested. After some convincing, I agreed and went to check on Sam before taking a shower. Those always make me feel better after a long day. The door opened slowly and I looked to find my sad boyfriend sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. My heart ached as I sat next to him.
He sniffled, indicating that he's crying. Without saying a word I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into a tight hug. He held my body close to his as he cried into my shoulder. It hurts me so much to see him like this. Dean's death is killing Sam inside. "I know," I mumbled. "It's okay."
When calming down he pulled away and looked at me with tear-stained cheeks. He gave me a small, sad smile while tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. "I'm lucky to have you." He whispered.
"The feeling is mutual. I love you Sam and I know this hurts right now but it will get better. We're going to get Dean back no matter what it takes." I assured him. He nodded and kissed my head softly. Once taking my shower Sam and I decided to go for a drive and just talk. Those help him to relax and think a little.
He used to go on late-night drives with Dean but asked me to come this time. We talked and it was great. He opened up about his feelings and I listened carefully to every word, while also throwing in some assuring words. By the end of the night, he was feeling better and wanted to help Cas and I do some more research. I'm happy he could open up about how this has been hurting him.
And I meant what I said...we're getting Dean back no matter what it takes.
