Supernatural Imagines

Sam Imagine

Imagine comforting Sam when he's trying to cure Crowley of his demonic entity

For TerryThomas828

Your POV:

Sam doesn't want me to see Crowley. Sam doesn't want me to see him. Even when Sam drops in to see Crowley, I can hear the blood curdling screams coming from the closed wooden doors of the old decrepit church. I can see the look of sorrow in Sam's eyes, his pupils dull and dark like an anvil was weighing them down and he would constantly keep his head down, resting in his palms anywhere he was. This was wearing Sam down, emotionally and physically.

I tried to help him as much as I could giving all the support I could. I would listen and rub his shoulders, coaxing the fire in him to keep a small ember.

I didn't know how much time had passed until Sammy came out. The big rotting doors creaked as they rolled open which jolted me out of my senseless daze of the distant rolling hills.

He made his way to the car door and  bounced on the leather as he sat down. The door slammed and his mental mask fell apart rapidly.

I outstretched my hand to gently rest on Sam's shoulder but he shook it off in not an angry way, but a sad and lonely way.

"No Y/N..." He whispered. Sam's hands shaked as he reached for the ignition.

"Alright big boy, move over, you're in no shape to drive." I say and slam my door shut and slide over baby's hood. I sit in the drivers seat and start up the impala then begin to drive away from the church leaving dust in the rear view mirror.

"What's going on Sam?" I ask, watching him every once and a while as he keeps gazing out the window.

"Sam?"

"Hm?"

"What up Hun?"

"Nothing, it's nothing. Just tired you know?" Sam says with an obviously fake and short smile.

"Are you serious Sam? I know you, you're 6 feet down in the dumps bud." I say and focus on the road.

After a couple silent minutes and a big long sigh Sam let go.

"It's just so hard seeing Crowley like this." He pauses and rubs his face anxiously. "I mean, it's not like Crowley is the best person but he's still something-someone. Every time I go in there I think 'should I be doing this?' But I always somehow keep on doing it, but I don't know how long I can keep it up Y/N." Sam sighs.

Silence follows, I don't really know how to respond.

"He told me; he told me everyone should be loved. That he should be loved." Sam says, rubbing his arm with many scabs and bandaids covering it. "The problem is I do love him in some way. That's partly why I'm doing this, and if anything he needs me right now."

I sigh and put my hand on top of his, then pat it lightly for reassurance. "Maybe Crowley is meant to be a demon. Though he's not the best one it seems like your punching at a wall that cannot be broken."

"But it can Y/N! I can see him falling apart, he's loosing it and if I could just-"

"Sam, I don't care if we let all the son's of bitches that killed your mom walk, because I can't see you like this. Look it you! You probably loose a litre of blood everyday all for Crowley, but where is this really going, who will walk after this is over, you or him?" I look at my knuckles and see that they're bone white from gripping the steering wheel too hard. I glance over at Sam and see that he's slouched over and looking at the floor of the impala.

"Sam?"

He glances up at me, and I see that his eyes are red and glossy, and that his cheeks have visible shiny streaks.

"Know that I love you, and it's not your job to save Crowley. It's your choice and I can't stop you, but I'll help you baby. Just say the words and I'll be there."

I wipe away Sam's tears and gently peck his lips after putting the impala into park. He kisses back and I hug him tightly as he does to me.

We get out of the car and walk towards the motel, but before he goes to get the keys out I lightly grab his shirt and pull him down so he's closer to me.

"Don't you ever forget that."