Dean X reader ~Car accident~

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A/n: Hey everyone, so I thought I would try something out.... Tumblr has a shit ton of good imagines so I copied a story. I might add my own twist to it. But all aside credits go out to winchester19-67 on Tumblr! Enjoy!

Your eyes slowly open. The first thing that your mind registers is the feeling of pain. The second thing is that you're strapped upside down in a car. Groaning, you turn your head a bit to find Dean all bloody and bruised up. His face is scratched and bleeding and you're pretty sure that he's unconscious. Or at least you hope that he is only unconscious.

"Dean," you croak out, wincing at the soreness in your throat. "Dean, baby, please." You reach over to take his hand in yours and you give it a strong squeeze. A sob tears its way out of your throat when Dean doesn't respond. Your hand goes to your seat belt to unbuckle it, and you put both of your legs out in front of you to break your fall. You stop and sigh when you see the odd angle that your left leg is twisted in. Yep definitely broken.

"Crap," you breathe out, realizing that you're stuck now without being able to walk. "Dean, baby, please," you plead once more as tears well up in your eyes.

"Dean! (Y/N)!"

Your heart leaps at the sound of the voice. "Sam!"

He runs over and kneels down on your side of the car and his eyes widen a bit when he sees the shape that you two are in. "(Y/N), you okay?" he asks you.

"I think so," you choke out as you turn your head to look over at Sam. "I think my leg is broke but Dean is worse off than I am."

Sam takes a deep breath and he nods his head a bit at you."I already called an ambulance when I pulled up, but I'm going to try to get you two out of there."

"Okay," you breathe out. "Please get Dean out of here first though."

"(Y/N)..."

"I can already feel myself getting lightheaded from being upside down for so long and with Dean being unconscious..."

"(Y/N), I can't get him out by myself," Sam tells you.

"Then I'll help you."

"With a broken leg?" he asks you softly. "And, anyways, that isn't what I meant because even if you could help me then we still couldn't do it."

"Sam..."

"Dean is pinned in by the dash so we'll have to have some kind of equipment."

"He can't just stay like that in the shape that he's in."

"(Y/N), I could've had you out of there three times already if we hadn't have been arguing about this."

"Fine, then get me out of here if you must," you sigh. Sam takes a deep breath before reaching in to unbuckle your seat belt.

"Okay," he breathes out. "I'm going to try to break your fall with my arms as much as I can but you still might have to use that bad leg for a minute."

"I don't care," you tell Sam as tears start falling down both of your cheeks. "Just whatever you do please make sure that Dean's taken care of."

"I will, (Y/N)," Sam tells you softly. "I promise." You swallow hard and you nod your head a bit at Sam. "Okay," Sam breathes out. "I'm gonna unbuckle you."

"Okay," you breathe out and you nod your head a bit at him. Your arms wrap around Sam's as you hear the click of the seat belt. You can't help the gasp that escapes you as your foot hits the roof of the car and a bolt of pain shoots up your leg.

"I know. I know," Sam whispers as he tries to ease you out thee open window. You cry out and cling onto Sam as he gently pulls you out an into both of his arms. You burst into tears once Sam is sitting on the pavement and holding you tightly in both of his arms.

"You have to get Dean out of he's going to die there," you tell Sam as you cling tightly to him and you turn your head a bit to look over towards Dean.

"They'll get him out," Sam tells you softly, sighing in relief when he hears the sirens in the distance. "You need to be still because I think that you broke more than just a leg."

"I don't care," you groan, only now acknowledging the fact that your entire body hurts just as bad as your left leg does.Once the ambulances and firetrucks start pulling up, your anxiety starts easing off while also skyrocketing at the same time. You know that these people can help Dean now but you also don't like the fact that they're pulling you in a thousand different directions.

"Ma'am, you need to get onto the stretcher," one of the paramedics tells you as if you haven't heard this a hundred times already."No," you argue. "I want to stay where I can keep an eye on my husband." "(Y/N)," Sam tells you softly. "They can turn the stretcher around where you can see Dean."

"But they'll still want to put me into the ambulance and I won't be able to see from there.""I won't let them," he tells you softly. "Just relax. I'll help you up there."

"Alright," you breathe out and you nod your head a bit at him. When Sam goes to practically lift you up off of the ground, you cry out and you curl your fingers into Sam's shoulders. Sam winces more because of your scream of pain than the stabbing feeling where your fingernails are cutting into his skin.

Sam gently lays you down onto the stretcher, but when he turns around to talk to one of the paramedics, the other one begins to wheel you over towards the ambulance. "No, stop, please!" you cry out causing Sam to turn around to look over at you. "Leave her there," he says. "Please. Just until you get him out of the car and onto a stretcher himself."

"Fine," the paramedic says as she lets go of the stretcher. Your eyes stay glued to the car and you can feel tears welling up in them when Sam reaches over to take your hand in his. "Dean's going to be okay," he tells you softly.

"I hope so," you whisper as you squeeze Sam's hand a bit. "He has to be." Your heart drops when they finally drag Dean out of the car and onto the pavement. Tears fall over both of your cheeks as the paramedics surround Dean. "Sam, what on earth are the doing to him?" you ask him.

"They're stabilizing him so that they can get him over onto the stretcher," Sam tells you softly.

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