Never Leaving You Sam x Reader

You wake up, it's dark you reach over, expecting a warm body next to you. You find that odd, you are in the bed alone. “Sam. . .?” You whisper into the darkness. You wait a few seconds . . .one . . .two . . .three

No reply.

You get out of bed and head over to the bathroom, where you find the light on. You open the door to find Sam packing his bags.

“What are you doing? I thought we weren't going to leave until the morning.”

He looks at you with those puppy eyes, the ones that make your heart melt, the one that tells you not everything is okay.

“(y/n) I'm leaving.” he says in a very serious tone.

You gasp, not expecting this at all. Maybe out of someone else, (dean) but never Sam. “Why? Was it something I did? We can just talk about whatever is bothering you.”

He sighs, “It's not you (y/n). I love you, I would do anything for you and this life, being on the road, hunting things is not for you. I want you to be safe, live a life that's happy, not one where you see people die everyday. I'm sorry you had to find out this way.”

He slings his bag over his shoulder and smiles weakly.

“When were you going to tell me this? After you left!? Were you going to leave some kind of note?”

“If I told you, you would have convinced me to stay . . .”

“Damn right I would have!” You interrupt.  He walks up to you, kisses your cheek and caress your (h/c) for the last time. “Bye, (y/n) I love you and I always will.” He then brushes past you without saying another word.

You wake up, the sun shining in your eyes, you sit up, you heart pounding. You brush your hand on the other side of the bed to again, to find no one there.

“Sam!?” You call out. You wait a few seconds. One . . . two . . .

“In here.” He replies from the motel bathroom. You sigh and leap up with joy. You walk over to the bathroom and open the door to find a shirtless Sam brushing his teeth. You sigh, and rush up to him, hugging him and kissing him. “Can't a guy brush his teeth without getting tackled?” He puts his toothbrush on the counter and then turns to face you.

You giggle, “I'm just happy you're here.”

“Where else would I be?” He runs his hands through your hair.

You smile and wrap your arms around him, “No where. I love you Sam.”

He chuckles slightly and hugs you  back, “I love you too (y/n).”