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...
