Supernatural Imagines

you get hurt during a hunt- sam x reader

I stood over the grave, panting as I watched the flames engulf it. Sam smiled at me through the flames, a silent 'good job' as he nodded in approval. I hadn't been hunting for a few months, so his smile only made me even more proud of myself. I smiled back before turning to where Dean had been tackled by the ghost only moments before.

Dean stood, pressing a hand to the gash across his left shoulder, trying to stop the bleeding. I removed my scarf and immediately tied it around his shoulder and upper chest.

Sam gathered the shovels, salt, and lighter fluid before turning to the impala. As I moved to follow him, I felt a sharp pain in my right hip. I inhaled sharply as I pressed my hand to the spot, immediately noticing my fingers were now coated in blood.

"You okay Sweetheart?" Dean asked as he followed me to the impala, tossing Sam the keys over my shoulder as he headed for the passenger seat.

Not wanting to appear weak, I lied.

"Just a scratch, Dean. Nothing to worry about," my lie seemed to relieve his concern, as he grunted in response before sinking into the passenger seat without another word.

...

When we arrived back at the motel, Sam immediately grabbed the first-aid kit and began tending to Dean's gash. I quickly tried to retreat to the bathroom to check my wound, but Dean stopped me.

"Y/n, don't let Sammy patch me up. His big moose hands can't do it right," he grumbled.

I dropped my gaze to my hip, seeing the blood spot on my jeans had grown. But Dean was hurt, so I sighed and got to work.

Halfway through stitching up Dean, I began to feel dizzy. Sam shot me a look of concern, but I brushed him off as I grabbed the bed to steady myself.

"Sweetheart, I'm gonna bleed out before you get finished," Dean sighed softly. "Just let Sammy finish, you're clearly out of it."

Rolling my eyes, I moved out of the way to let Sam finish stitching up his brother, which only took about two minutes. Dean watched as I started to sway, my vision growing blurry as my dizziness returned.

"Y/n?" Sam asked softly, trying to reach out and grab my arm to steady me.

"I'm fine, Sam," I snapped, quickly removing my flannel to get a better look at the wound.

"Shit y/n, that's a lot of blood," Sam mumbled as he set me on the bed next to Dean. Pulling my jeans down slightly, he winced when he saw the gash on my hip.

"Y/n!" Dean yelled, concerned. "You said it was just a scratch!"

"It's fine De-" I was cut off by my own whimper as Sam splashed some whiskey over the gash. "'S not that bad."

"Not that bad?" Sam scoffed as he began to stitch. "I haven't seen you this hurt since the wendigo hunt."

"I was fine then-"

"I almost lost you then!" Sam snapped, causing both Dean and I to silence ourselves as Sam finished patching me up.

...

Laid in the motel bed next to Dean, I stared up at the ceiling as I tried to fall asleep. Sam had left over an hour ago, deciding he needed to get out and clear his head for a moment as he was still clearly upset with me.

"You can't beat yourself up, Sweetheart. Sammy will get over it," Dean's voice cut through the silence. I turned my head to see him already staring at me, frowning slightly.

"He's really mad, De," I whispered softly. "I've never seen Sammy so mad at me before."

Dean sighed softly, reaching his hand out to grab mine and rub his thumb across the back of my hand comfortingly. "He can't stay mad at you, you know that. You mean too much to him."

...

I woke the next morning to the sounds of Sam and Dean shuffling around the room, packing up our things for the journey home. I opened my eyes, seeing both Sam and Dean had their backs to me.

"Just don't be too harsh on her," I heard Dean mutter softly.

"I'm not being harsh, Dean, I'm being realistic. She could have died-"

"But she didn't, Sam," Dean interjeted. "I know how much she means to you, trust me, you aren't as subtle as you think you are. But being angry with her, that's only gonna push her away."

Sam sighed softly as he zipped up his duffel bag. "So what do you want me to do, Dean? What she did was so stupid. It's her first hunt in months and we almost lost her, again," Sam snapped at Dean.

"You're going to lose her for good if you don't forgive her," Dean answered simply, handing Sam the keys to the impala and ushering him out the door to start the car and pack the bags. As soon as Sam was out the door, he turned to me, smiling softly.

"He's still really mad at me, huh?" I asked softly as Dean helped me off the bed. He sighed softly before nodding, and giving me a weak smile. "I should talk to him-"

"Maybe you should wait until we get home," Dean cut me off. "We've only got a four hour drive, just... give him a bit longer to cool off, okay?"

I nodded softly, frowning as I slid my shoes on and headed towards the door. This was going to be a difficult drive, I could already tell.

...

Five hours later I was sitting on my bed, waiting for Sam to get out of the shower so I could talk to him. The tension was thick on the car ride home, but I could tell by the look on Sam's face that he was more upset than angry.

"Sammy?" I whispered as I knocked softly on his door that was cracked open. He let me in, moving to sit on the end of the bed, avoiding eye contact as I moved to sit next to him.

After a few minutes, Sam let out a loud sigh as he finally turned to face me. His brows furrowed, he looked at me with a hint of annoyance as he willed me to speak.

"I didn't know it was that bad," I whispered softly.

"Seriously?" he scoffed. "Did you even look at it?"

"No, but-"

"So you had no idea. You just chose to take care of Dean first. You didn't even stop to think about whether your injury was worse, did you?"

Tears welled in my eyes as I listened to the pain in Sam's voice. "No," I choked out.

Sam shook his head, his eyes avoiding mine once again. "Okay, now you know why I'm mad."

"Sam, please-"

"I need you, y/n. Dean needs you. You're not less important than we are," he interrupts.

I nodded softly, staring at my fingers as I felt the tears streaming down my cheeks.

Sam sighed, wrapping his arm around my shoulder so I could lean against his chest. "From now on, you tell us when you're hurt. Even if it's just a paper cut, okay?"

I nodded, wiping the tears out of my eyes as I smiled up at him. "Okay."

Sam stood, grabbing my hand and taking me back to my room where he helped me get into bed. I gripped his hand tighter when he tried to leave, silently begging him to stay with me.

Sam climbed into bed next to me, wrapping his arms around me as he snuggled in next to me, pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder.

"I'm sorry Sammy," I whispered softly into the darkness.

Sam sighed softly against my skin. "Me too," he whispered softly. "I shouldn't have gotten so mad, I just... I love you. I can't lose you..."

"I love you too, Sammy," I whispered softly as I ran my fingers through his hair. He smiled against my skin again, leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to my cheek before nuzzling into my neck once again, and falling asleep.