Supernatural One Shots

Imagine...being in a hunt and finding out Sam loves you

Dean turned off the ignition, and the three of you stepped out of the Impala. You walked up to the entry of the old auto shop, where you had tracked the spirit of Fredrick Drew. Fredrick had been killed when his partner had bashed his skull in with a hammer. At the time it had been written up as an accident, which wasn't a surprise, considering Fredrick's partner was the manager's son.

This was only your third case with the Winchester boys. In the beginning they wouldn't let you go on the hunts at all, but as you started to show your skills, they began letting you join them on their hunts. However, they never let you go off on you own, so you often got paired with Sam, the youngest, and the least reckless of the two brothers. You enjoyed his company; he was caring, and he always put you before himself, even though he was well aware you could take of yourself. That was the one thing that annoyed you about Sam; he was always very careful with you, as if you would break into a thousand tiny pieces if anything bad happened to you.

As the three of you entered the building, Dean gestured to Sam and then you, and pointed to the right half of the building. You were splitting up to look for Fredrick's wedding ring. Sam pointed towards the management office. As you opened the door, you heard Dean yell: "Got it, let's go Sammy!"

"Coming!" Sam yelled in respose. He puts his arm around your shoulders and you walk walk towards Dean's voice with a silly grin spread across your face. Then you feel it. At first it's just a little pinch on your side, and then you're screaming in pain, as blood runs down your skin, a ghostly hand sticking out from your abdomen. Then, in an instant, the hand vanishes in a blinding burst of light, and you collapse on the ground, your breaths becoming shaky.

"No, no, no! Y/N!" Sam had got you off the ground, and was cradling you in his arms, running towards the Impala, before you even knew what was happening. "Start the car Dean!" Sam yelled. "We need to take Y/N to the hospital, now!" Dean ran out behind the two of you and started the Impala. You'd never seen Sam so panicked in the few months you'd been living with the Winchesters. He held you against his chest, getting the both of you soaked in your scarlet blood. You stared up at his perfect face, a smile ghosting across your face.

"If I had to die with any one," you said, barely audible. "Dean, I love you like a brother, and you, Sam, I, I..." You swallowed, trying to even out your breathing, with no success. "I love you Sam." Your eyelids began to flutter shut, but within seconds you opened them, to see Sam screaming your name. Every time you shut them, Sam seemed to be yelling your name louder. You wanted to stay awake with him, you really did, but you were so tired, and every time you closed your eyes, you felt yourself being pulled further and further from him. It was at the point where your eye lids were too heavy to open them any more. You felt a tingle on your lips though, and for a moment, just a short moment, the feeling of Sam's lips on yours overpowered the deadly pain in your abdomen.

The next thing you knew, you were on your mothers lap, and she was holding you tight to her chest, singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star between her sobs. You turned your head and you regretted it; your father's crumpled form lay on your mothers bed, a gun in his hand, a bullet in his brain, and a note, too messy for you to read at the young age of seven, next to him on the bed.

Suddenly, you were nine. Your mom stood next to you, you were both holding guns, and you both hit the center of the target with each shot. You remembered this, this was one of your best memories.

Then you were sixteen. Your mother was strapped to a chair placed in a demon trap, a knife sticking out from her chest, as you spoke the 50 words of Latin that had been branded into your brain. You pulled your mother's wedding ring off her finger, and laid her body down, six feet under. No head stone marked her grave; your memories of that night and your fresh tears remained her only marker.

You were twenty two and you met two amazing, handsome boys. Their names were Sam and Dean, the legendary Winchester boys. You stepped in their muscle car, a 67 Chevy Impala, your dream car.

You were almost twenty three, still so young, so many opportunities ahead of you. You lay on a hospital gurney, your eyes barely open, your body becoming cold without Sam's body heat. You began to lose your grip on reality and everything went black.

Two Days Later:

You were almost twenty three, and you lay still, with your eyes closed as the Winchester boys piled wood around your lifeless body.

"Wait," Sam said and put up his arm to block Dean from proceeding. Sam walked up to you and pulled your mother's ring off your finger. With that, Sam gave you one last kiss, a squirt of gasoline, and a Zippo lighter. Then, you watched as your body was engulfed in flames.

"You two should have burned the ring," you said to the empty air, knowing they wouldn't be able to hear you.

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