When he was inches from you, he puts his hand on your shoulder, making you turn around.
Sam: Are you okay?
You: I’m fine,, Sam. ‘Cass healed me.
Sam: I know…but I can’t help but worry.
Right then you saw where Dean punched him. You raise your hand and put it on his cheek.
You: He didn’t missed you on this one, huh?
Sam smiles and shrug his shoulders.
Sam: I deserved it.
You put your hand down and sigh.
Sam: I’m sorry for being a jerk to you… I never meant to, I want you to know that I never doubted of your skills as a hunter, hell, I have no worries when I put my life between your hands. I have no excuses for my behavior at the motel. I just…I want you to know I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you. I…You mean so much to me, Y/N. More than you’ll ever think. I could never do it without you, and I don’t want to.
You turned around and knock on the door, knowing that Dean was still behind it.
You: Dean. Open this door.
Your voice was shaky and low. Dean opened the door, worry all over his face.
You get out of Sam’s room and go to yours, locking yourself up.
Weeks passed and you were ignoring both of the Winchesters. One day you heard a conversation between Sam and Dean.
Sam: What is going on, Dean? Why is she closing herself this much?
Dean: Just give her time, Sammy…
You took a deep breath, letting a tear fall and went back to your room.
If you couldn’t tell Sam how you felt then you’ll write him.