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Anon Asked:“Can I request a sam x reader fic that’s super angsty and maybe one of them dies I need a good cry”

A/N: Sorry it took a few days to write! I made it a Sam x daughter read, figured I could get the most angsty moments out of that one.

Warnings: well if you read anon’s request then ya know this ones got a bit of a sting to it so fair warning 

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Death was a peculiar thing to dance with, and Sam? Sam was nearing the end of his number. It was a page right out of the Winchester’s handbook.  Sacrificing yourself for family, and surely this wasn’t Sam’s first time giving his life for another, only this time was extremely different. He had you. 

“You’re crying, Dad…” you stated in a concerning way, “Are you hurt?” Tiny eyes tried to search his which avoided any eye contact. What was he supposed to say?

“No, no baby I’m not hurt.” He lied tragically, desperately trying to pull it together as he crouched in front of you to be at eye level. The type of pain he felt came from the soul, from the heart, not psychically.  

“Did I do something wrong?” Your voice was small yet held powerful words with your question, hitting your father like a bullet to the chest. 

Sam paused, wiping the tears from his face as they poured from his eyes like a broken dam. “You could never do anything wrong, y/n.” He tried to force the words out, choking his pain down. “I’m just sad, that’s all.” 

Your eyebrows furrowed slightly, what could he be sad for? Did you make him upset? 

“Dad’s gotta go away for awhile-“ 

“Like on a hunt with Uncle Dean?” You cut him off, trying to grasp an understanding on the situation and wrap it around your five year old mind. 

“This hunt-“ Sam took a deep breath, unsure how to word to his daughter she may never see him again, that he had bargained with death one last time to get the chance to say goodbye to you, “this hunt Dad’s going on alone.” Sam spoke slow and low toned, he knew you’d be taken care even without him there. 

“When will you be back?” In one arm you clung to your bunny, the other reached out to hold Sam’s hand trying to comfort him. 

“Not for a very long time,” he instantly saw how his words a chord in your heart, one strong enough pools of sadness swelled in your sweet innocent eyes. “But I’ll see you again one day, and I love you, very verymuch.” No longer did he hold back his tears, and neither did you. 

While you didn’t understand what was happening, or why he would be going away for so long, you knew one thing for certain..no matter how long he was gone, you’d always love him. 

Looking down at your stuffed bunny, you smiled slightly, giving yourself a little nod. “Take Bunny with you. She can keep you safe while you’re gone.” 

At first, Sam didn’t want to take the one thing you had by your side since birth, but you were persistent, not taking no for an answer. He too left something for you to have, the ring he had proposed to your mother with before she died in child birth. Something Dean would give to you later in life to keep close to you as you learned life’s many lessons. 

“Can you tuck me in before you leave?” You hopped down off the couch, still clinging to Sam’s hand, not knowing when you would get that chance again. 

“Of course, c’mon.” He picked you up effortlessly, holding onto you tightly in a hug before he began to carry you to your room to tuck you in one last time.

Boom b1tch

At what cost?

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