Supernatural One-Shots and Imagines

1) Sam X Reader - Reader Gets Killed by a Vampire

*Warnings*

Blood, death, gore.

*Notes*

(Y/N) = "Your name"

(Y/E/C) = "Your eye color"

*Description*

Basically, the reader (that's you! :D) gets attacked by a vampire. However, the Winchesters are a little late in saving you and Sam has something important to say...

"Dean!" you scream for him as the teeth pierce through the skin on your neck. Warm scarlet blood drips like a waterfall down your arm and chest, and worry fills your brain; you've lost a lot of blood. Your (Y/E/C) eyes are sharp in horror and pain, your heart searing with fear.

The hungry lips of your attacker press against the wound to sip your blood. You try to struggle away, but he has you pinned against the cold cement wall.

"Sam!" your cries are weaker now as you cough up blood. You spit the irony substance into the vampire's face and it hits his monstrous eyes. He gazes into yours. Angry. He hits your face and you moan in pain as his knuckles blow into your cheekbone, knocking your head into the rock wall.

He continues to suck the blood from your veins and you begin to feel drowsy. Your eyelids start to flit closed and your sharp eyes begin to dull.

"Dean..." you breathe, but he surely can't hear your pleas.

Suddenly the door behind the vampire bursts open and off its hinges. You hardly notice, everything is now only a blur.

Your lazy eyes try to focus as you look up. Two dark figures are progressing towards the monster clutching you, holding sharp objects.

"Dea..." you mumble as the vampire releases his hold on you. You violently clamber to the freezing floor into a pool of your own sticky blood. The sharp pains previously coming from your arms and chest to your head are beginning to fade to subtle throbbing. Shock?

Muffled screeches and noises emit from the battling shapes around you. Your consciousness is trying to escape from you.

You barely notice the sounds ceasing and next thing you know the figures are next to you.

"(Y/N)?" you hear a voice say fearfully. The voice sounds familiar, but you are too tired to answer.

Two hands pull you up and into their arms on the floor. One rests on your arm to keep you up, and the other cradles your head.

Your eyes try to focus and you hear your name again, but more aggressive. It snaps you out for a moment, and you see Sam looking down at you.

"Sa..?" you breathe, terrified.

"Hey, hey (Y/N)?" he stutters. "It's okay now I've got you," he reassures. It sounds like he was reassuring himself too.

You realize through your shifting eyes that his face has a few crimson cuts on it, which adds to your worry.

"Your face," you mutter.

"No no, I'm fine. Just listen I need you to know something," he gulps. Sam is crying.

You blink.

"I want you to know that I love you, and I know it's probably too late to tell you, but--" he gulps again, letting out a sniffle and beginning to breathe heavier. "I'm... I'm so sorry I never told you..."

You consciousness begins to fade and your eyes fog as he continues, "I'm so sorry, (Y/N)..."