Three days. You only had three days left before the hell hounds would come and get you, dragging you down to hell with them. However, you knew you would make the same choice each time. Sam meant too much to you, and the world needed him. Last year he had died, and you had done a crossroads deal to save him. Now your time was almost up, and you still hadn't told Sam, or his brother Dean.
"Earth to Y/N. You okay over there? You were pretty blanked out." Dean asks.
Not wanting them to notice anything was wrong, you shrug it off. "Just tired. These late nights are getting to me."
Dwan looked up at you from the laptop. "Well lucky for you, we are stuck here. It's pretty quiet out there right now."
Just then Sam walked through the bunker door, holding a couple of grocery bags. You run over, helping him with the bags.
"I got your favorite for dinner Y/N, and that new movie you wanted to see. Thought we could make a night of it."
What about pie?" Dean pipes up, and you laugh. You were really going to miss these two knuckleheads.
Within a half an hour dinner was ready, and you ate it on the couch, sitting between Sam and Dean, watching the movie. Dean soon passed out, and you cuddled up to Sam, and he wrapped an arm around you. You stayed that way until the movie was over.
"Thanks for the great night Sam. That was an awesome move." You yawned.
"Come on sweetheart, let's get you to bed." He picked you up, laughing when you squealed. He carried you down the hallway, to your shared room, tossing you on the bed. Laughing, you climb back off, quickly changing into shorts and one of Sam's old tshirts, before climbing back into bed. Your eyes start drooping, and Sam pulls you into his arms, and you fall asleep.
The next day you wake up bright and early, wanting to surprise Sam with a nice breakfast. Staying in Sams t-shirt, you head up to the kitchen, and turn the radio on as you bake. Using left over french bread, you make french toast, and bacon. Singing along to the radio, you stop when you feel arms wrap around your waist. Turning you face Sam, stepping on your tip toes to kiss him.
"This is a nice surprise, Y/N."
"I just wanted to have a nice breakfast for the three of us." You tell him, pushing him down into into a chair and handing him a cup of coffee. Dean walks in, rubbing his eyes.
"What's that wonderful smell?" He asks.
"Y/N decided to be nice and make us breakfast. "
Dean sat down, and you handed him a cup of coffee, before placing their breakfast plates in front of them. You sit down, and watch as they start eating.
"What?" Sam asks, after he catches you staring at him.
"It's nothing." You reply, getting up to do the dishes.
The day went by fast, spending it with Sam. You took special interest in the little things, like when Sam would brush the hair from your face, or hand you a beer without being asked. Moments like these are what you wanted to take with you, to help survive hell.
At the end of the day, you started to realize this was it, this was the last night you would be with Sam and Dean. Tomorrow at this time, you would be far away, waiting for the hell hounds to arrive. It started weighing you down, and you quickly went into the bathroom, locking the door, and falling down, tears streaming down your face. Sitting that way for about 10 minutes, you freak when there is a knock on the door.
"Y/N? Is everything okay in there?" Sam asks.
"Yeah, everything is fine. I'm climbing into the shower."
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