I’m Always Here
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader
Summary: The reader’s been dealing with a lot of stuff. (I mean, come on… She’s a hunter. What’d you expect?) Anyway, she starts looking at pictures and finds some of her and her dad. (For the sake of the story, he died in a hunting accident years ago.) And it just kinda breaks the dam holding back her emotions, and Sam finds her crying in her room at the bunker.
Word count: 864
Warnings: The reader’s been just feeling kinda depressed and down and just blegh… And like one curse word??
A/N: I’ve been wanting to write this for over a week. I was feeling sad and blegh (No, like seriously. I almost started crying because I couldn’t figure something out while practicing piano. lol) so… I got this idea. I mean, what’s better than having Sam freaking Winchester comfort you?
Anyway, you can implement anything that’s been putting you down lately. Hope you guys like it! (GIF not mine.)
And HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAM WINCHESTER!!
I stared at the pictures in the light of the small lamp that was next to my bed, trying to keep the tears from slipping out of my eyes. A loud sob slipped past my clenched teeth though. I put a hand over my mouth, knowing that if Sam or Dean heard me from wherever they were in the bunker, they would come in to make sure I was okay, which I really wasn’t right now.
I choked back another sob and half yelled instead, throwing the photos at the wall. Tears slipped down my face, and I brought my knees up, leaning my forehead on them.
I heard footsteps stop outside of my door and froze. So much for being quiet. Somebody knocked.
I wiped the tears away with the back of my hand and took a deep breath. “What’s up?”
Sam opened the door slowly. “Can I come in?” I nodded. He sat down on the floor next to me. “You okay, y/n?”
I shrugged, attempting a smile, and leaned my head back on the bed. “Y-yeah… Why?”
“I thought I heard crying and…” His voice trailed off as he noticed the pictures scattered across the floor in front of me. He leaned forward and picked one up. It was of me and my dad. “Oh.” I looked down at the floor, trying not to cry again, but a sob burst out.
Sam got up, and for a second I thought he was leaving me alone until I felt his arms around me, picking me up. He sat down on my bed, leaning back against the pillows, holding me close on his lap as I cried.
“Shh, it’s okay, y/n. Shh…” He stroked my hair as he whispered the words.
I swallowed hard and sniffed, giving a weak laugh. “I’m sorry.”
Sam wiped away my tears with his thumb. “You don’t have to be sorry.”
I laughed/sobbed. He kissed the top of my head and hugged me tighter. We just sat in silence for a little while.
“It’s not even just the pictures though,” I mumbled suddenly. “Normally, I can look through them without much of a problem. It still hurts, but I’m usually okay. But I think this time, with everything else, it just kinda pushed me over the edge.”
Sam sighed and raised his eyebrows for a second. “Yeah… I know what that’s like.”
“Yeah.” I smiled slightly. “But we’ve all been through some crap.”
I punched him in the shoulder and rolled my eyes. “A hell of a lot of crap.”
Sam smirked. “That sounds about right… Have you been sleeping any better?”
I shrugged. “Sometimes it’s better, sometimes I still have a hard time falling asleep. Nightmares and stuff like that too… But you know what that’s like.”
He sighed again and rested his head against the brick wall, his fingers playing with my hair. I stared down at our intertwined hands, tearing up again.
Sam brushed some hair out of my face and pulled my chin up to look at him. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
I shook my head and smiled a little. “Nothing. I just… Thanks for being here.”
He grinned and bowed his head dramatically, getting his hair in my face. “I’m always here for you.” His expression turned more serious. “Always.” He leaned closer and pressed his lips to mine gently.
“Hey, Sammy- Oh-” Dean stopped in the doorway. “Moment… Sorry. Um, you guys look cute together.” He smirked.
Sam cleared his throat and made a face.
I rolled my eyes and gave him a fakely sweet smile. “Yeah, and you just interrupted that moment, Dean.”
“Hey! You guys left the friggin’ door open! I just wanted to remind you that we’re leaving at six tomorrow morning for that case in Indiana… But I’ll just close the door now and let the moment continue by leaving.” He waved his hand in a “keep going” motion and swung the door shut with a grin.
Sam laughed quietly and leaned in, brushing his lips against mine again. I slipped my fingers into his hair, and pulled him closer, smiling a little into the kiss. He broke away with another kiss to my forehead.
“You feeling better?”
I smiled again slightly. “Lots. Except for the fact that I’m exhausted.”
“Yeah, well. It’s midnight and we’re leaving in less than six hours, so sleep good.” He kissed me again, long and hard, and got up, putting me down on my feet. I sat back on the bed, cross-legged under the blanket.
As he turned the door handle, I hesitated for a moment, and he could tell I wanted to say something. “What’s up?”
“Um, if you wanna sleep in here, uh, you, like, can?”
I felt strangely weird saying it, but then he smiled and walked back to the bed, laying down next to me. I turned off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness, except for a small stripe of light from the hall, shining in from under the door.
Sam pulled me into his arms, hugging me close, my back against his chest. He kissed my hair, and I sighed, closing my eyes.
A/N: Yep… Another author’s note. I just wanted to say that this is pretty much taken out of a series that I’m writing. I’m probably gonna start posting it after the season finale, so yeah, if you wanna get tagged in it, drop me an ask, send me a message, or even just comment on this. =) Have a great day/night! And sweet dreams about Sam Winchester!!
That reminds me… @winchesterandpie! There! You’ve been tagged!