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First Christmas

Summary:Imagine yout first Christmas after Deans death in season one.

Characters:Sam,Dean x reader(mentioned)

Warning:None? Angst?

Word count:569ish

A/n:I hope you enjoyed this short imagine and thank you for giving this book a chance

When you hear about Christmas you think about Santa Clause,Kids happiness,Presents...Etc. But that wasn't the case for this Christmas. This Christmas was filled with tears,loss and pure depression.

It had been a year since you celebrated Christmas without Dean. You decided this year you would occupy yourself with decorating because if you even get one time alone with your thoughts,all your tears will come falling out like a waterfall.

"A little to the left." You tell Sam when the two of you tried to get the star in the center. He let out a frustrated sigh because you and Sam had been doing that for hours.

"Y/n." He said in annoyance. He knew what this was really about; Sam could read you like a book and you could never lie to him.

He climbed down from the tree and made his way towards you. "You need to let it out." He said with a sympathetic look. He also had been upset with Christmas coming.

Sam hadn't told you how he was handling Dean's death because he knew you hadn't been handling it well either. Sam had been up all nights and days as he only got one day of sleep out of seven days a week. Some days Sam would drown himself in tears or beers. He's barely held this situation. If you wasn't there,He be a goner....

The least he could do was be there for you.

"It isn't the without him.." You whispered as your voice trembled off into nothing. Sam nodded this Christmas was clearly not the same without Dean. The morning wasn't the same because Dean would usually wake you up at the crack of dawn for presents like a little kid. The rest of the day wasn't the same either because you,Sam and Dean would all usually sit by the fireplace and sip on some hot coco. This Christmas was so different.

You couldn't hold back the pile of tears that formed, one tear finally broke free with the rest coming out as if they have been bottled up too long;And they have been bottled up for a year now.

You soon felt brawny arms muffle you into a hug. Your head rested on Sam's chest as neither of you cared about Sam's flannel getting ruined by your tears.

Sam rubbed your back in attempts to calm you down but he knew it wouldnt that easy. But while he rubbed your back he hoped that you knew he would always be there for you until the ends of time.

"You're okay, baby girl.' He whispered. But things weren't okay. Hell things were far from okay. Your best friend,your lover,and your partner in crime is now gone.....he was dead. He burned in hell as fire nipped at his skin;One could only imagine how hell felt.

"No it's not okay Sam.." You whimperer and cried. Sam sighed as he knew you were right.

"Y/n." He said as he tried his hardest to be strong but even the strongest soldier couldn't handle everything especially their brothers death,"As long as we have each other we will be fine." He whispered in disbelief.

"You really think so?" You didn't agree with Sam because Dean was the leader of the bunker.

"Yes." He responded but he didn't even believe his own words...

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He remembers

A/:This is a drabble where Dean remembers the reader and the readers death.

Warnings:None? Angst? Crying?

Word count:82

He remembers the way her hair fell down to her chest in the perfect curls. He remembers how her eyes sparkle when she talks about her passion. 'Dean.' He remembers her voice that sounds like an angel.

But.....

He also remembers the blood spilling out from her chest. He remembers the cries of whimpers. He remembers the last I love you escaping from her lips....He remembers the last blink she took until her eyes remained shut forever..

He remembers...

Y/N.....

A/N:I hope you enjoyed this Imagine! I am not taking request because I take forever to write them.

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Western Sammy

Imagine: Meeting Sam during western times and he begged Cas to bring you back to modern times.

You sat at the bar as you took a sip of your whiskey,"What is a lovely lady like you doing at a bar all alone?" The bartender asked with a smirk as he poured you more whiskey.

You looked at him as he was cute but far from handsome. But you never judged a guy by their looks;If you did you would be single for life.

The bartender had precious gray eyes that no human rarely had as he also has a baby face,with a bit of facial hair above his cupids bow that was very small and closed in.

He also wore a cowboy hat that almost every western guy wore with a gray vest. On his chest he he had a golden star. Then finally he just wore jeans and brown cowboy boots.

"Just wanting to relax." You smiled as you took another sip of your whiskey. You fixed your pink dress with white flowers as you patted down to make sure the dress was passed your knees. Your black matte boots rested on the stool that you sat on.

When you were sure you looked decent that's when you heard the door open. For some reason you decided to look back even though this bar always had people come in every second, of every minute,of every hour and you still looked back for some unknown reason.

You had that gut feeling, you had a small voice in the back of your head that said 'Look back,' and you were glad you did.

You saw the most ravalished man you had ever saw in your (age) years of life.

He had long brown hair that could one day be a weakness of yours. The guys eyes were gray with a hint of green and dont get started on that damn body of his...boraded shoulders,a barreled chest and his legs were well henched.

You had to wipe your savila that escaped your mouth without your consent. You also had to pinch yourself to make sure you weren't in a dream.

And thank Chuck you weren't....

He made your way towards you at least you thought he was but he was heading towards the bartender. "No thanks." He said with a voice that sounded like honey with a hint of stress.

He must of saw when you looked at his brawny figure because he let out a chuckle of amusement. "I'm Sam." All you could do was nod as his features made you breathless. "You have a name?" He snickered quiet.

"Y-y/n." You said as you mentally scolded yourself for making a fool of yourself infront of the fine young man.

Soon the nervousness wore off and you were able to have a normal conversation with Sam. "Sorry I tend to get nervous speaking to new people." You managed to say without stuttering.

He nodded in understandment,"I use to be that way in school. I hated presentations or group projects." Sam chortled as he didn't know why he told you because you were just some girl at a bar. He just felt like he connected with you on a spiritual level ever since he walked into this bar and laid eyes on you.

He cleared his throat,"Do you know where I can find a colt?" Sam asked as he changed the subject.

"My grandpa owned one, I never knew why." You mentioned because your grandpa use to keep secrets from you and he would be gone for weeks on without an explanation, other than "I'm on a vacation."

"Why?" You questioned as you took, yet again another sip of whiskey. You wondered why the colt was such a big deal. One time you found your grandpa's colt and he took it away from you and yelled. Then he hid it from you. Cmon, you were 8 years old how were you suppose to know a gun is dangerous?

"Just the colt is famous." He said as he cleared his throat. He tried to come up with some fake story because he didn't want you to think he was some killer because he wanted your grandpa's colt.

You noticed Sam was strange...He wasn't like most western guys you had met. He didn't seem to fit in the small town where everyone was the same...He seemed...mysterious.

"Where are you from?" You blurted out after a long moment of silence as you studied Sams features. That question made him chuckle in confusion,"Not from around here, you?" Sam asked with an arched eyebrow.

Your curiosity got the best of you as you thought about why Sam didn't answer your simple question,"Yeah born and-." You were about to say raised when you heard his phone rang from Sam's pocket. "What Dean?" He asked in annoyance tone. "Alright gimme ten." He groaned as he hung up.

"I'm really sorry of ending this early but call me sometime." He winked as he left you with a piece of paper with his phone number written on it. He also left your cheeks flustered in pink with butterflies in your stomach.

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"Please Cas." Sam begged the blue eye, trench coat wearing angel. Sam couldn't just leave you in the past. He thought you were the one. He felt it on a spirtural level. Sam gave his signature puppy doll eye.

Cas fixed his coat as he looked around the room as if he was looking for an answer but he was really trying to not give into Sam. But he fails.

"Fine." He said as he lossed to Sam's puppy doll eyes. Cas sighed in defeat as he didn't know if it was a good idea to bring someone from the past to the modern times. He snapped you in as he made you fall to the ground, a bit light headed from the teleportation.

You stood up as you gained control dusting off your pink dress that you still wore. You looked at everyone confused as you didn't know how you ended up here.

You saw Sam from the bar last night. You saw an unknown man in a trench coat and baby blue eyes. You saw another guy but not as handsome as Sam as he had green apple eyes and wore a plaid flannel.

"Where am I?" You questioned as you took in your surroundings. Everything was in color and not in a brownish color. There was a black box as the box played something you've never seen before in your life time. "What is that?" You asked as you pointed at the tv,"Great another Cas." Dean mumbled.

"You're in the year 2018 And that's a tv." He chuckled. He was going to have a blast teaching you new things. "We can send you home or stay here with me?" Sam asked as he didn't want you to go back but he gave you a choice.

"I chose you Sam."