Sam x Reader
"I know you. And you're better than this." Sam muttered, his eyes darkened as he stared your way. You could see how mad he was, and you wanted to scream, to tell him that you weren't doing this on purpose.
5 hours earlier
Leaving the hotel room behind, you began the short trek to the grocery store, needing something more than the beer and beef jerky that Dean seemed to think you could survive on. You wanted real food. Maybe a sandwich, or chicken. Something that wasn't so over processed that you had to chew for five minutes before you could swallow it.
The sidewalk was slippery, and you stayed off to the side, your feet sinking into the snow as you made your way into the main part of town. Your phone buzzing, you almost slipped as you pulled it out of your pocket, seeing Sam's name on the other end. "There's my favorite man." You answered with a smile.
"Hey Y/N. Just called to see how you were doing?" He spoke, a smile lighting up the tone of his voice.
"I'm hungry." You mumbled. "Dean's left nothing but beef jerky. I'm on my way to the store."
"Just be careful." He insisted. "We have no idea what we're up against."
"Don't worry. It's just a quick trip to the store, and I'll be right back to the room. Back where it's warm and toasty. It's chilly out here!"
"Well hurry up, and get back to the room. We'll be back shortly, and I'll take you out to a nice dinner." He promised. Hanging up, you turned into the parking lot of the store, passing the parked cars to head to the front, you stepped into the nearly empty store. It seems like the storm had kept many of the people home, and you had no trouble navigating the aisles, picking up things that should get you through the next couple of days.
As the cashier checked out your items, you swept through one of the cheesy magazines, trying to pass the time when she spoke up. "Y/N, I have a proposition for you."
Lowering the magazine, you glanced at the cashier in surprise. "How do you know my name?"
"It's not important." She muttered. "What's important is if you want to save Sam or not."
Your entire body tensing up, you reached into your back pocket to pull out your knife when you realized you had left it back in the hotel room. "Who are you? And what do you want?"
"Just a Demon with a grudge against a certain hunter." She answered. Deciding you had enough, you rounded the corner, leaving your groceries behind as you tried to leave the store. "And where do you think you're going?"
The doors slammed shut, trapping you inside. "Now stay here, and listen to what I have to say."
Turning to face her, you reached into your pocket for your phone. "I don't think so." She muttered, your phone burning hot before you dropped it. "Now, where was I? Oh yeah, that boyfriend of yours. He has caused me nothing but trouble, and you walking into this store has given me the answer I so desperately needed."
"Yeah, what's that?" You smarted off.
"He's going to get his heart broken. Completely and utterly. And there's nothing he can do about it!" She squealed with excitement.
"Don't you dare hurt Sam." You growled, but it just made her laugh.
"I'm not going to hurt him. You are." She giggled. "See, I have this proposition for you. Break his heart utterly and completely, and I let you both live. Refuse to do so, he dies, and so do you."
"You can't do that." You muttered, but she just nodded.
"Y/N, I'm a Demon. I can do whatever the hell I want." She explained. "So, here's the deal. You're going to leave this store, head back to the motel room, and break things off with him. Horribly and cleanly. You'll leave his life, shattering his heart along with it, never to get back together. And I promise I will keep an eye on the two of you."
"And if I decide not to? Sam is a ruthless hunter, he will kill you before you can get him." You argued, wishing he would just drop by the store suddenly to prove your words.
"True. He could kill me. But not before I kill you, and that unborn child growing inside you." She sounded gleeful at the news. "So, what's it going to be? Break Sam's heart, but keep you and your baby alive? Or have me kill at least two of you, if not all three?"
Tears in your eyes, you placed your hand against your belly, wondering if the Demon was playing a trick on you. But the early signs had been there, and you had been feeling different for the past week or so. "It isn't a trick, I promise you that. Now, what's your decision?"
Breaking Sam's heart had seemed like the worst thing in the world to do. But now that there was another life on the line, you couldn't take the chance. With tears in your eyes, you peered up at the Demon. "Please. Don't make me do this."
"Sam took everything from me. It's fitting I do the same." She muttered, waving her hand and the door opened. "I give you three hours. If it's not done by then..." She promised, drawing her finger across her neck.
With tears streaming down your cheeks, you made your way outside, snow falling once again. As you walked down the sidewalk, your brain worked furiously, trying to figure out how this was going to work. What you were going to do? You had never been a decent liar. Sam always saw through even the smallest lie, and this was life changing.
The Impala was in front of the room when you walked up, and you realized you would have no time to prepare. Taking a deep breath, you pushed open the door, wanting to run straight into Sam's arms. "There you are!" He exclaimed, striding over to you, rubbing his hands up and down your arms. "You're freezing!!"
"Sam, we need to talk." You managed to choke out, your eyes staying downcast, so he couldn't see how red with tears they were.
"Okay. What's wrong?" He asked, attempting to guide you to the couch but you wouldn't move.
"Sam, we're over." You blurted out, your heart clenching at the thought.
"Y/N, that's not funny." He muttered.
"It's not supposed to be. It's the truth. I'm done with our relationship." You insisted, as his fingers gently clasped your chin, lifting your face until he could peer into your eyes.
"Y/N, you're scaring me." He whispered, searching for the truth. Taking another deep breath, you knew you had to be strong.
"Sam, it's been fun. But I'm done with all of this. The hunting, the living in motel rooms. Being with you. It was fun, but it's gotten boring. And I've...I've...met someone else." You stuttered.
"What?" He asked, his fingers leaving your skin, taking a step back.
"He's nice, and reliable. He can give me a real life. A life that doesn't include Demons, or guns!" You told him, your voice rising to hide the utter heartbreak you were currently experiencing. "Sam, don't make this harder than it needs to be."
"I know you. And you're better than this." Sam muttered, his eyes darkened as he stared your way. You could see how mad he was, and you wanted to scream, to tell him that you weren't doing this on purpose. "You wouldn't just leave me for another man. Please, tell me what's wrong!"
"I can't." You whispered before you caught yourself. "Sam, this is for the best. Let me go, please!"
Stepping back, he crossed his arms across his chest. "If that's what you want, then fine. But before you go, tell me one thing. Was this all a lie? Or did you really love me at some point?"
"Sam please." You pleaded. "You know I did."
"Then why did you stop? Did I do something? Say something? I know I'm broken and a mess, but please. Tell me what I did wrong, so I can fix this." He pleaded with you, his eyes full of pain.
For a second you considered breaking down, but you couldn't. You couldn't risk it. "Sam, you couldn't give me the apple pie life I so desperately wanted."
Gulping, he nodded, before pointing to the door. "I'm not going to stop you. Just know this. If you walk through that door, don't come back. We'll be over."
Nodding, you let a tear slip down your cheek, his eyes narrowing as he watched it darken the carpet below you. Quickly stuffing all your items into your duffel bag, you flung it over your shoulder before opening the door. "Goodbye Sam."
Without saying a word, Sam slammed the door, shutting you away from him. Your knees threatening to buckle, you quickly walked away, tears pouring down your cheek. As you rounded the motel, your shoulder bumped into someone, and you mumbled a quick apology. "Whoa Y/N, what's wrong? Is it Sam?"
Glancing up, you realized you had run into Dean. "Dean, please let me go. Go to Sam. He needs you now."
"Y/N, what's going on?" Dean insisted, but you could just make out the Demon standing in the lobby, smiling wickedly your way.
"I just broke up with Sam." You muttered. "Goodbye Dean."
Tearing your arm away from him, you continued, just as the lobby door pushed open, and the Demon stepped outside. "You did it!" She exclaimed, clapping her hands together.
"Are you happy now?" You muttered, and she nodded. "Yes. I can feel his pain from here."
"Then let me go. I'll go find someplace this baby of mine and I can live a normal life. Away from monsters like you."
Stepping to the side, she watched as you walked past. "Now remember!" She called after you. "You can never contact Sam again! If you do, that baby is as good as dead, you hear me??"
Without answering her, you made your way to the train station, planning on buying a ticket to the town the farthest away. Missing the fact that a certain green-eyed man had listened to your interaction with the Demon, his intelligent hunter mind working furiously away on what he heard.