Imagine walking in on Sam packing
“What are you doing?” The tone of your voice let Sam know you already knew his answer and it broke his heart to know he was letting you down, yet he never let it stop him. He couldn’t.
“I have to go away for a while.” He barely looked up at you as he continued to shove what ever clothes he could get his hands on into his duffle.
“Go?” You felt your heart sink. You knew this day would come again soon, you just thought Sam would resist a little this time or maybe even showed a bit more compassion for the relationship the two of you had shared for the last two years. “Go where?”
“It’s Dean, he needs me.” You knew that Dean needing Sam meant that they were about to go off on some hunt, a dangerous one no doubt. It was the only time Dean ever called and you couldn’t stand it.
“Dean always needs you for something!” You screamed at him, snapping finally. You couldn’t understand why Dean didn’t just let Sam be and have the life he’d wished for, for so long.
“Y/N-” You cut him off instantly with a finger pointing directly in his face, you were so sick of the excuses.
“No don’t you dare Y/N me! Dean comes calling and you go running.” You were crying now, ripping the bag from his hands as you stood in his way.
“He’s my brother.” He knew you couldn’t argue with that, deep down you knew Dean would come first. Always
“So that gives him the right to put you in danger?” You looked at his cheek, the evidence of their last hunt still lingering, even now almost a month later the cuts were still visible. “Look at the state on your face from one stupid hunt!”
“You don’t understand-”
“No Sam, I understand perfectly well.” You moved aside, giving him room for the ultimatum you about to give him. “You walk out that door don’t ever think about coming back.”
Sam stared at you in disbelief and for the first time ever he realised how much his life had really taken its toll on you, what it was doing to you emotionally to watch him walk away again and again wondering if he was ever going to come back. And it was that, that made his decision for him as he picked his bag back up and placed one last kiss to your forehead. As he pulled away, he swallowed back his own tears before whispering. “I guess this is goodbye then.”
You choked on your sobs, closing yours eyes so you couldn’t see him leaving you.