Imagine Sam being scared that you’ll get hurt because of him
“I can’t do this anymore.” Sam’s stern tone kept up his pretence but it was his eyes that let him down as he handed you a bag of your things. “You have to leave.”
“I’m not going anywhere!” You screeched, throwing your things to the floor. You weren’t the kind of person to just be told want to do.
“You being here puts you in danger.” You could see he was afraid, terrified even, maybe a little angry. He didn’t understand why you didn’t realise that you being without him was so much better for you. “I can’t let that happen because of me!”
“Listen to me!“ Not backing down you stood as tall as you could, hands gripping his face so he no choice but to look at you. “I know what I was getting myself into with you Sam Winchester.”
“Y/N-” He tried to pull away but his effort wasn’t strong enough to break your hold and soon he was leaning in to your touch. Seconds later his body was crashing into yours, long arms wrapping around your waist as he seeked comfort from a hug.
“You can say anything you like but it’s too late to get rid of me now.”