SuperLock Imagines

This Blood Flows - Sam + Dean x Reader

You tried to open your eyes, but the light was so bright. You grit your teeth. All you can smell is the disgusting smell of the old motel room. All you could hear was the beating of their hearts, the flowing of the blood in their veins.

The last hunt was probably going to cause your death. It was a vamp nest, and one managed to get you away from Sam and Dean. He turned you then ran. The boys refused to kill you. They said there was a cure, but you were obviously skeptical.

"Dean, what are we going to do?" Sams words grated against your sensitive ears. "The vamp that turned Y/N must be miles away by now!" Dean sighed.

"Then we have to go after it. We'll take her with us, just in case." Silence. Then the rustling of bags and Sam talking again.

"Do we have the rest of the stuff, other than the vamps blood?" he asked. Dean probably nodded, because the room was silent after that.

After a couple minutes, Sam kneeled down beside you on the bed, your eyes still shut tight.

"Y/N, you need to come with us-"

"Just turn the damn light off, Sam. My heads gonna explode." you cut him off. The room went dark and you opened your eyes. The brothers both looked so worried.

"So, we going to get this cure or not?"

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The street was eerily quiet. It would be nice, if you entire life wasn't on the line. The beating of Sam and Deans hearts kept distracting you. The gnawing hunger just kept growing, and you knew you wouldn't be able to fight it for long.

"You're gonna be okay, Y/N. We've got a lead on the vamp that turned you." Sam reassured. All you could manage was a nod. You started to feel some hope, buried deep under the hunger.

Suddenly, all of that was waged away. You could smell blood. Some guy up ahead accidentally cut himself, and now little drops of blood are coming from his hand. Your stomach leaped, and your muscles tensed. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to fight the instincts yelling at you, but you felt your new teeth slide out involuntarily. Sam and Dean turned to you, suddenly at your side.

"Y/N! You need to ignore it, if you feed even once, the cure won't work!" he tried to reason with you. You couldn't hold back anymore.

Leaping forwards, you made a run for the bleeding man. But just in time, Dean caught you. He wrapped his arms tightly around your shoulders, restraining you. You struggled to break free, animal instincts taking over. Sam grabbed your face in his hands.

"Y/N! Snap out of it!" he yelled. "I know you're in there!" You hissed, bearing your fangs. You thrashed, Dean struggled to hold on. Finally, you elbowed him in the gut and leaped past Sam. Sam tried to stop you again, but you punching him square in the jaw, sending him to the ground. Deep down, you screamed at yourself to stop, but this hunger was overwhelming.

"Y/N!" Dean shouted, advancing on you. You grabbed his arm and swung him around, crashing him into the wall.

The last thing you hear was the sound of Dean crumpling to the ground before your vision faded to black.

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When you regain your senses, all you see and smell is blood. Everywhere. Covering your hands, the ground, your mouth, all down the front of your clothes. The limp body of the man is lying in front of you, his throat ripped to shreds and looking pale as a ghost. You feel like you're going to throw up.

Looking over at Sam and Dean, they're picking themselves up off the ground. Their eyes go wide at the sight of you. Tears welled up in your eyes as they carefully make your way over to you. Only when they get close enough do you see the tears in their eyes as well.

"Do it," you hiss, not looking either of them in the eyes, "Kill me. I'm a monster." You look at the ground. "I wasn't strong enough." you sob.

Dean leans down in front of you. "Y/N, I'm not going to give up on you. We can learn to live with this-" but you cut him off.

"What if I don't want to live with it?!" you shriek, whipping your head up. Dean jumps slightly, and Sam joins him in front of you. Dean hangs his head.

"I-I don't know if we can do this to you, Y/N," he whispered, defeated, "We failed you." You took a deep breath.

"You have to, Dean," You stood up, "Or else I'll do it myself. I-I can't live with this." You glance down at the body behind you.

All three of you walk into an alleyway, where no one will see. Dean gets his machete out, tears ever-present. Sam runs up and hugs you, tears streaming down his face.

"Don't make us do this." he whispers.

"Sorry, Sammy. Goodbye."

He pulls away and stands next to Dean.

"Ready?" Dean manages to croak out. You nod, bracing yourself.

"See you on the other side, Y/N." he says, holding his machete back.

"I pray you don't."

And with that, Dean swings the machete swiftly as tears run down his face.

A/N: yay a million years later and I finally finish something wow

I hope you guys like this (I might write a part 2 if you do c;)

ALSO, GUESS WHO'S EXCITED FOR SUPERNATURAL TONIGHT?!?!?!?! (hint: it's me :p)