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My name is Juliane, or Juliet for short, and I am a girl from Germany, who loves to write fanfictions, imagines and prompts.

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Supernatural

I want you to be happy

I want you to be happy!

"I love you Sammy. Never forget that."

Choking back tears Sam sat at the table in the library. Wiskey ran down his throat. His hair was disheveled and greasy. His eyes were adorned with deep black circles.

He drank more and more alcohol hoping that the pain and loss would fade away. He had just lost the most important thing in his life. The person he loved the most; you!

Again and again these images appeared in his mind. Your screams still echoed in his head. He rubbed his hands together as his eyes illusioned him and made him think your blood was still on them. When he closed his eyes he kept seeing your motionless body.

"Y/N, I´m so sorry."

Dean just entered the room and watched his brother pour alcohol down his throat without restraint. It stung his heart to see him like that. The older Winchester also found it hard to say goodbye. But he knew it was a thousand times harder for Sam.

"Sam? Can you please stop drinking? You're going to die of alcohol poisoning." Dean walked slowly toward his brother. He still got no response. Sam turned to Dean but his gaze was fixed on the floor.

"Sam?" Dean put a hand on his shoulder, which Sam slapped away and slammed his hands on the table.

"It's my fault, Dean! If we hadn't split up, this wouldn't have happened." He sat down next to Sam.

"Hey, nothing is your fault." Sam didn't elaborate and remained sitting quietly. He turned his gaze back to his glass. He drank it down in one swipe and reached for the bottle. However, when he saw that it was empty he threw it against the wall. It shattered into a million pieces. More tears streamed down his face and he buried it in his hands.

Dean was desperate. He knew there was nothing he could do. He couldn't just take away his pain.

The blond wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know what to do. "Okay, I'll go get us something to eat." He got up and left his brother alone. He knew Sam wouldn't eat, but he needed time to think and some fresh air.

Sam wiped the tears from his cheeks and sat up straight. He looked at the place where the bottle broke. He closed his eyes and was again reminded of the day when his life broke.

"Uhh... Here! Sasha Malone was stabbed to death 60 years ago and was left bleeding on the street. Every 10 years she shows up and stabbs men who are in jail for murder." Sam searched the article on the Internet for information on this woman.

You had received a call from Garth that many people had been killed in unexplained ways. Each victim was killed in a different brutal way. Now you were here, in Missouri, to solve this case.

"Okay, can you find out who killed that Sasha girl?" Dean leaned over his brother's shoulder.

"Uhm.... His name is Jackson Malcon. He was sentenced to 25 years and has been at large since 1982 and lives at ...Garberstreet." Dean got up to put on his jacket. Apparently he had a plan.

"Who is dumb enogh to live in the same place you murder someone?" It was mor of a rethorical question but you just shrugged your shoulders.

"Okay, you two keep researching, and I'm going to go check out this Jackson" He tucked his gun into his waistband and waited for a reaction. You just nodded and watched Dean walk out of the motel room.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

"Look! I found Sasha's house. It's only two blocks away. Since she died, the house has been empty. But people who live nearby have seen a bright light in the house from time to time." You leaned over to Sam to look at the laptop. The house already looked very dilapidated and the individual windows were smashed. You could also see graffiti on the walls of the house.

"Alright, I'll take a look." You got up to put some things in your bag. Salt, iron, you had it all. Sam got up from his seat, came up to you and put his arms around your waist. "Take care of yourself." His voice was a whisper. He smashed his lips on yours.

When you parted a smile came to your lips. Sam was always overprotective and that's what you loved about him. You had met at the collage. At a party, a man tried to flirt with you. Sam pretended to be your boyfriend so the guy would leave you alone. After that you talked and you became best friends.

"Aren't I always?" You looked into his eyes. You've been a couple for two years and you still loved each deeply. "Just be careful." He grinned and let go of you so you could step out the door.

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Fear rose up in you. That spirit was strong. Your salt was gone and your iron rod was knocked out of your hand. ´That was the end' you thought to yourself and prepared for the next blow. In the background you recognized Sam and Dean running towards you. But it was too late.

The knife that the ghost was holding was rammed into your stomach. All color drained from your face. Your whole body began to tremble and your eyes widened. Your scream echoed in the halls.

"NO! Y/N!" Sam froze. He couldn't move a bit. Dean seized the opportunity, raised the bar, and hit the ghost. When Sam woke up from his shock, he ran toward you.

For him, everything seemed to happen as if in slow motion. Dean ranning towards him. The blood that slowly came out of your wound. He knelt down to you. Tears running down his cheek. Sam slowly took you in his arms, careful not to hurt you more.

"Oh my god, Y/N. I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. I shouldn't have let you go. I-" He was interrupted by you putting your bloodied hand on his cheek. You had pulled the knife out yourself. "Sam-" Your voice was brittle, tears forming in your eyes. For you, this pain was unbearable. "Sam, nothing is your fault. It was my choice."

You tried to smile, to take the burden off Sam's shoulders. But you failed miserably. "Y/N, I-"

"Promise me that you won't m- mourn after me. Ok? I want y-you to be happy." He took your hand in his and squeezed it gently. "Please, let this be just a silly dream. Please... I can't lose you. Stay with me. Stay awake." More and more tears ran down his cheeks. Sam blanked out everything. It seems like he was completely isolated. His full concentration was on you.

You began to cough. Sam's eyes widened more and more.

"I love you, Sammy. Never forget that." Your hand went limp and all life went out of you. Sam bent over you and let his tears flow freely. Dean stood apart from the action. He too had tears in his eyes.

"Sam, we need to get out of here." He got no response. Even if he tried to hide his feelings, he couldn't. His voice quivered, his hands shook.

"Sam, please! Don't make this even harder." Dean walked up to his brother and grabbed him by the collar. "We've got to get out of here."

He let go of him and stood up, wiping away his tears. Sam grabbed your lifeless body and carried it outside to take you to the Impala. He knew that everything was going to be different from now on.

He still blamed himself for your death. Every attempt to bring you back failed. The deal with a demon, the prayers to Cass... Nothing worked.

"Sam!" Suddenly, he heard your quiet voice. He straightened his head and looked around. His eyes widened

Was he going crazy?

He turned around and searched the library. "Sam!" There it was again. He searched all the rooms, but nothing was to be found.

"Y/N? Where are you?" Suddenly he saw a person dressed in white running around the corner. Confused, he ran after it, who was clearly a woman. Her H/C hair was loose on her shoulders and very similar to yours. The movements were also similar with yours.

"Y/N!" He followed this mysterious figure to your shared bedroom. After your death he had not entered that room. The pain was too much and the thought that you would never lie next to him again pained him.

When he entered this room, he could not believe his eyes. There you sat. In a beautiful white dress.

"Hello, Sam." More footsteps carried him into the room. He was in a trance. His eyes stared at you, stunned. "Y/N, I..... I'm so sorry. This shouldn't have happened." Tears formed in his eyes again. He didn't know what to say. His mouth remained silent. Should he keep apologizing?

You stood up and walked toward him. "It's not your fault, Sam. I'm fine where I am now. Please, take the weight off your own shoulders and let me go."

"I can't let you go. I'll do anything to get you back." Pain was on his face. he reached out to you, but it never touched you.

"You have to. There is nothing that can save me." His eyes regarded you closely. It hurt you to see him like this.

"Then what are you doing here?" Even though the words seemed a bit annoyed, you knew he didn't mean it.

"I came to say goodbye." You continued walking towards him, when you were only a few inches away, you tried to take his hand. However, it only slipped through. "Take care of yourself and Dean and be happy. There's no point in mourning."

"Okay." His voice choked and he looked at you with tear filled eyes. "I love you."

"I love you too, Samuel Winchester. Goodbye." You wanted to press one last kiss to his lips. It was more of a breeze that Sam felt on his lips.

When he opened his eyes again, you were gone. "Goodbye, Y/N! "

He knew that he could never forget you. And the thought of being happy was painful for him. But he also knew that you would never have wanted him to mourn his whole life.

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