Is This Just Fantasy (Sam Winchester x Reader)

The next morning, you awoke more refreshed than you had in a long time. That was, until your stomach turned queasy, and you rushed out of bed, barely making it into the bathroom before you vomited.

Sam had followed you into the bathroom, and he leaned down, rubbing soothing circles over your back as he held your hair out of your way.

"Morning sickness?" He questioned softly. You nodded your head, your stomach still queasy even after emptying the contents.

Why don't I get you some crackers and tea, and you crawl back into bed."

You moved back into bed, your stomach feel somewhat better. Sam returned with a plate of crackers for you, and a cup of coffee for himself. The scent of the warm brew hit your sensitive nose, and you found yourself once again rushing towards the bathroom.

When you had finally made your way back, the offending drink was gone, and Sam was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Y/N, I'm sorry, about that. I didn't realize..." He started to say, but you interrupted him.

"Sam it's fine. Neither of us knew. This whole pregnancy, and morning sickness will take some getting used to." You explained, sitting down next to him, and placing your head against his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around you, and the two of you stayed that way for awhile, content in each others company.

Sam was the first one to break the silence. "Y/N, I was thinking, I have today off. Why don't the two of us go for a drive, maybe find somewhere special to spend the night?"

You agreed, thinking it sounded wonderful. Sam went to call Dean, to ask him to take care of his golden retriever Sage, while you worked on packing an overnight bag for the both of you. You grabbed the bag of crackers, knowing you would probably need them the next morning.

Rushing down the stairs, you met Sam just as he got off the phone with Dean. "Dean and Elizabeth say hi. They're happy to take care of Sage, I'm just worried we might not get her back." Sam teased.

Throwing your bag in the backseat, you climbed into the passenger seat, putting your seat belt on. Sam turned the car on, and you were off.

"So, any idea where we are going?" You asked Sam, connecting your fingers with his.

"Just thought we would head north, see if we could find a nice bed and breakfast on the way."

You turned and watched the scenery zip past you, wheat fields, and corn fields, small towns, and trees, it was all one big blur as Sam kept the car pointed north.

He stopped once for gas, and you used the break to stretch your legs, and use the bathroom. Your morning sickness had passed, and now you felt wonderful. You caught Sam staring at you as you made your way back to the car.

"What?" You asked, slightly blushing under his gaze.

"You look beautiful. Being pregnant has given you even more of a glow than you had before, and it's breathtaking."

Your face really did turn red at those words, you had never been good at taking compliments.

"I saw an ad for an old bed and breakfast about an hour up the road. They say it's haunted. Sound good for the night?" Sam asked, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. Wordlessly you agreed, and Sam once again took to the road.

The scenery started to change, instead of fields and towns, you were now in trees, the elevation rising. The road had changed from straight to curvy, and the trees were hiding most of the light. It was a beautiful scene, but eerie at the same time.

"We're almost there." Sam assured you, before returning his gaze to the road. However, in that split second, a majestic elk appeared, standing directly in your cars path. Sam hit the brakes and swerved, missing the elk, but loosing control of the car on the curvy road. You held your breath, and watch in slow motion as the car spun, once, twice, before heading straight for the pine trees in front of you. Screaming, you shielded your face from the impact, watching as the trees moved closer. The impact threw you forward, your seat belt no match for the force of the hit. It snapped, and you flew threw the windshield, rolling down a slight hill, before coming to a stop.

Pain radiated everywhere, your head where a thick gooey substance could be felt sliding down your forehead. Your arm was bent at a strange angle, and you couldn't feel your legs. You could hear someone yelling, and footsteps crashing through the undergrowth, but you didn't have the energy to move.

Sam slid to a stop next to you, a bloody gash above his head, his shirt cut and bloody in multiple spots. His hands, now red from your blood, cradled your head, as tears fell down his face.

"Y/N, are you okay? Stay with me, I called for help. Please, I can't lose you!" Sam sobbed, and you tried to raise an arm to comfort him, but it wouldn't work. The pain was slowly fading away, and you knew you didn't have much longer to live.

"Sam," You said, so softly that at first he didn't hear you. Finally he heard, his head dropping low enough that he could catch your words.

"I love you." You said, before darkness consumed you.