Sam x Reader

Unable to shake the feeling that this wasn't right, you couldn't control the frown that continued to stay on your face. Even as Sam tried to make you feel better, you couldn't get your mind off what you had seen. What you had felt. It had all been so real, but so did this life.

If this life was real, why did you remember your life as a hunter? How could you remember the hurt of knowing Sam would never love you, or from knowing you were going to end up alone? It was all confusing, but with Sam at your side, you couldn't seem to concentrate on that. You could only concentrate on the feel of his arm around your shoulder, his warm body pressed against your own. Or the heavy feel of your unborn child deep within you, constantly moving. If this wasn't real, how could you be feeling your unborn child?

"Y/N, is the dream still bothering you?" Sam finally asked, as the sun started to set outside. "We were supposed to have dinner with your parents tonight, but we can always cancel, spend the rest of the day in here. They know you've been kind of struggling with the last stages of your pregnancy."

"My parents?" You breathed out. "But my parents have been dead since I was fourteen." Your mind couldn't wrap around the fact that you might be seeing your parents once again. They had been killed by a ghoul, right in front of your eyes while you sat there, chained up. It had scarred you, taking the person who had found you months to even get through to you. Even then, it took you almost a year before you had finally warmed up to Bobby.

"Y/N, you're scaring me." Sam muttered, grabbing your hands. "Of course your parents are still alive. They were here for dinner last week. But I do think I will cancel with them, and we can get you into bed. Sleep will do you well."

"No!" You exclaimed, surprising him. "I want to go. Please?"

"Fine. But the second you don't feel okay, we're leaving." Sam ordered, and you nodded. Groaning, you attempted to stand up off the couch. With a chuckle, Sam stood up, easily pulling you to your feet. Waddling your way up the stairs, you went into the walk-in closet, staring at all the clothes that no doubt didn't fit you anymore.

"Y/N, your maternity clothes are on the left." Sam offered as he changed into a pair of nice jeans along with a green and black button-down shirt.

Going through the small amount of clothes, you finally settled on some leggings and a simple navy dress. Heading into the bathroom, you stared at yourself in the mirror. Gone were the stress lines. Your face was unmarked, no scars to remind you of your hunting life. You seemed younger, much happier than before. Or the life you had imagined for yourself.

Closing your eyes, you saw Sam staring at you, his eyes full of concern. His face was lined, darker and more serious somehow. His hair was longer, shaggy around his face as he leaned over you. "Why?" You muttered, wondering why your mind was pulling this trick on you. Why you kept seeing this life as if was true. This was your true life, you told yourself. This was your happily ever after. Sam was by your side, both of you completely and utterly in love.

Rubbing your belly, you couldn't wait to bring this life into the world. To complete your little family. "What are you thinking about?" Sam asked you, stepping behind you and wrapping his arms around your swollen middle. Tilting his head, he pressed his lips to your neck, and you tilted your head back, relishing the feel of his lips against your skin.

"Us." You answered. "And our child."

"I can't wait to meet her." He mumbled against your skin, his hands moving up to lightly cup your extremely tender breasts. "But I'm going to miss just having you and I. Where we can make love whenever and wherever we want."

With your head tilted back and your eyes closed, you let his hands slip under your dress, caressing your tender skin. Moaning, you were about ready to turn and kiss him when your knees went weak, your head pounding worse than you had ever felt before.

"Sam." You breathed out, before you collapsed to the floor. With his arms still around you, he held you against his body. Your vision blurred, making you blink. When you stopped, you glanced up to see Sam still staring down at you. But this Sam was wearing flannel, his cheeks sunken in, dark circles under his eyes. One eye was black and blue, a gash over it. His hair was greasy and hung lifelessly to his head. This Sam was completely different from the Sam who had just held you, and you couldn't help but pull away from him.

"Whoa Y/N, it's okay." He tried assuring you, reaching for you and you flinched away. "I know you're in shock, and confused. But I need you to calm down, so I can explain things to you."

Ignoring his words, you pulled as far away from him as you could, your arm bumping your belly as you moved. Your flat belly. Glancing down at it in horror, you felt tears pricking in your eyes when you saw you were no longer pregnant. "My baby?" You breathed out, missing the pained look on Sam's face. "What happened to my baby? What did you do to her?"

Reaching for you again, you slapped his hand away. "Y/N, you're not pregnant. You've never been pregnant."

"No." You whispered. "This isn't real. This can't be real. I want to go back! I want my Sam, with our own house, and the baby that was due in a month."

Just then the doctor came rushing into the room, a syringe in their hand. "Mrs. Y/L/N, I need you to calm down, or I will be forced to give you valium."

"I can't calm down. This isn't real." You blabbered on, so lost in our own shock that you didn't notice the way Sam slunk to the back of the room, his shoulders slumped in defeat. With the nurses holding you down, the doctor injected the liquid into you."

Almost instantly it hit, and your arms flopped to your side. Not even attempting to struggle as they resituated you in the bed. After taking your vitals, you were once again left alone with Sam, who looked at you sadly. "Y/N, I wish we didn't have to do that."

Without speaking, you stared at him as a tear slipped down your cheek. "Y/N, that life, it was just a dream. A dream brought on by a djinn. You were held by him, and I'm surprised you were able to hold on as long as you were. You were there for a long time, and when I finally found you, I was taken in as well. Dean was the one who found us, and rescued us. You've been in this hospital, for almost a week."

"It wasn't real?" You whispered, totally heartbroken at the thought.

"I'm so sorry." He answered, coming to sit down next to you. "I wish I could help you. To tell you that things will get better. But it's hard coming back from a djinn dream."

"It was perfect." You told him. "And this... this is not. This a nightmare. I don't care if that was djinn induced. I want to go back."

"You would die." He argued, and in your valium induced haze, you shrugged.

"Dying is better than living here without love." You spat, before closing your eyes. Trying to turn to your side in the small bed with the wires connected to you was hard, but finally you did it. Away from the tearful eyes of Sam. Away from the reminder that your perfect life was just a dream.

With tears streaming down your face, you wished you could stop this pain. Everything hurt. Your body from being held by the djinn so long. But it was nothing like what your heart was going through. Your heart was shattered, and you weren't sure you could go on living.

"Y/N, no. We're not going to give up." Sam ordered, coming around the bed, and pulling the chair up so he was level with you. "I know you're hurting right now, but so am I."

"Yeah right." You muttered.

"Sure, I wasn't a part of your dream, but I had my own dream. Do you want to know who was in it?" Sam continued.

"Probably Dean, and your parents. Maybe even Jess." You muttered, wanting to turn to your other side, but you didn't want to put out the effort.

"You." Sam explained. "I was with you. We were on our honeymoon. Completely and utterly in love with each other. It was perfect, and my heart was broken when I was pulled out of it. Because you were lifeless next to me, and the doctors weren't sure you would make it at first."

"You were with me?" You asked him, your gaze finally meeting his. "But why?"

"Because, you stubborn girl, I'm in love with you!" He yelled. "I've been in love with you for a long time. I've just been too scared to say anything. Until that day we both thought we weren't going to make it. I want that life in your dream. I want us to be together. I'm not sure if there will ever be the white picket fence, or the baby. But if you and I are together, that's a start."

Tears started spilling from your eyes once again. You were in emotional overload, and you were afraid this was another dream that you were going to wake up from. "Please tell me this is real."

"This is most definitely real." Sam assured you just as the door swung open and Dean came walking in, a plate full of pie in his hand, and a nurse smiling at him. Pushing a piece of paper into his pocket, he turned to give you a huge smile.

"There she is! About time you decided to wake up." Dean exclaimed.

"This is real." You muttered, knowing there was no way this could be a dream. Because if it was, you would have been left alone with Sam, not having his brother interrupt your special moment.