Supernatural Imagines

Not So Apple Pie Life

I chew on my nails lightly, not wanting to break them yet trying to relieve the stress of earlier pain. The dial tone sounds through my phone, pacing back and forth as I wait for them to pick up. My heart pounds as it continues to ring, tears slowly starting to well as I think about the fact the one person I knew I can call and the only one I wanted to speak to, will not answer.

The ringing stops, there's a light shuffle and my heart flutters throughout my chest and up my throat. "Hello?"

"Sam!" I gasp out and finally the tears pour as I stop in my tracks.

"Woah, woah, woah." I sob out loud, pressing my back further into my bedroom wall, sinking into the floor, and a door shuts in the background. "What happened, honey?" He soothes through the line. I can't help but whimper. "I swear, if it's that asshole-"

"He cheated, Sam... he's been cheating for three months."

The line goes dead, only the faint breathing and a small groan slips. "Where are you?" His voice was barely above a whisper once he broke the silence.

"Home." I bring my hand back up, gnawing at my nails.

"I'll be there tomorrow morning... early."

"Sam, you don't-"

"Early. Leave the door unlocked."

I nodded, then let a puff of air escaped my nose as a smile faltered realizing he didn't see me. "Okay."

"Okay sweetie," he hummed. There's a small pause and a bit more shuffling as I stare at the blankets on my bed in front of me. "It's late. Go shower or take a bath. Something. Try and relax. It's ten-thirty, and if I leave now I can make it there by one-thirty, two o'clock at the latest."

"Sam-"

"I don't care. You're my friend. I'll be there soon."

After an exchange of goodbyes, we hung up and I curled myself further into a ball. After everything, I really shouldn't be surprised, or hurt for that matter. Tyler was a great guy. Sometimes. I mean it's not like he beat me or anything. But there were times I'd rather him do that, than all the other things he's done. I felt him grow more and more distant as the days went by these last few months and it all makes sense now.

Sam though... Sam I knew I could count on. Both Winchesters really. I loved Dean like a brother and Sam, I loved him like... a love. We tried that once before and it never really worked for us with us both being hunters, but that didn't mean we stopped being friends. If anything I feel like we love each other more now than we ever did. He was there for me and I was there for him. And right now, he knew I needed him. More than anything.

I huff getting up from my spot on the floor and make my way throughout the house, and unlock the front door. Walking into the kitchen, I grab the tea kettle off the stove, filling it with water and start one of the burners, putting the kettle over it. As I dig through the teas I pull out my favorite box, a lemon and ginger tea. A smile softens against my features being met with a folded pink post-it I kept there for safe keeping, and its original hiding spot when I first found it. Something I knew my now ex would never find, seeing that he didn't like tea or wouldn't make it for me. I pluck it out of the box and unfold it.

The smile spreads wider being met with familiar handwriting and a note I haven't read in ages. It was from about 5 years ago. Tyler burnt some of them when he found them. This one I managed to save.

Mornin' honey.
I rented your favorite movie and got wine!
Should be home around 6-7pm. Helping Dean with something at the bunker.
Figured we could have a night to relax... or I mean, if you're up to it, skip the movie and have fun... would be nice getting to tear off that lingerie set you got a few day ago. Your call sweetie.
I love you
Sam