"Wait, no, Sammy…"

You beg, following him down the street. Dean and him had gotten into a bit of a fight, and Sam had decided to get a bus back to California. You didn't want him to go. Fuck you didn't want him to go. His backpack was slung over his shoulder as you held onto his hand tight, pleading with him before he finally shook you off.

"Just go back to Dean. I don't want you."

That was two days ago, and now, you and Dean were tied up in an orchard, about to be sacrificed to some fuck ass fertility god disguised as a scarecrow. You felt hopeless…you felt worthless still after what Sam had said. Dean had tried talking you better, tried getting you food or movies or anything really to make it all better. But nothing could. And now you were about to die in the stupidest way imaginable. You hear footsteps behind you, bracing yourself for the inevitable and infinite darkness that you're about to succumb to when a warm and familiar hand holds yours and begins cutting you free. Sam moves to cut Dean free too, before immediately circling back to you, hazel eyes guilty and tender as he takes you up in his arms.

"I'm so sorry…I shouldn't have left. I'll never leave again."