Supernatural Imagines: Book Two

Too Late To Save

Characters: Sam Winchester x Reader

Warnings: angst, major character death, blood

Summary: The one time you go on a solo hunt, the worst possible thing happens.

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Your breathing became labored as you stared at the sky above you. The hunt you had just finished by yourself was over, but you weren't going to make it to the end of the night if you were lucky. Sam and Dean had stayed behind in the bunker this time because you told them you could handle this hunt on your own. A pack of werewolves were running around and terrorizing people, and you figured you could do this by yourself and give the brothers a break since they've had back to back cases for a month now.

Sam, in particular, the light of your life, had been so exhausted which is why you suggested they stay home this time. Your text message sent to him indicated you would have been home 4 hours earlier. The hunt ran a little longer than expected, and you had gotten badly injured. So badly, you knew if you moved then you would bleed out. The pain was gone, and numbness replaced it. Your nerves were shutting off as your body was shutting down. The more blood you lost, the more tired you grew.

The sky looked so pretty at this time of night. The stars twinkled in the distance, making you wonder if the light you are seeing is from millions of years ago or if it was real time. Before hunting, you had taken a course on astronomy which had been one of the best decisions you could have made. However, as you laid in the dirt, all you could think was what a waste of my time.

The stars would be your only true witnesses to what happened in the forest here tonight. A lot of running on your part, and a lot of chasing on theirs. When you realized you couldn't do this hunt on your own, you had to get out of there quickly before they could get their claws into you. Werewolves turned people by biting them, but not all people turn when they're bitten. It depends on how severe the bite is and how well your body could handle the transformation. The bite you had on your lower back was so massive, you would bleed out before your body could even transform.

The fight left your body growing tired, and you knew whoever would find you in the morning would come across a gruesome scene. Blood matted your hair so thickly, one might think red was your natural hair color. Your clothes were torn from where they clawed at you. A gashing bite originated on your back that was so deep, you could probably see bone.

Sam and Dean are probably wondering where you are right now, and they were probably already on their way over here. Every night and morning you sent them updates on what you were going to be doing or what you already have done. The last update you sent them was that you were going to their hideout to see how many werewolves there were so you knew they would find you eventually.

Whether or not you would be alive is the question.

Sam.

The love of your life.

The man you vowed would always be in your life. Every hunter knew that there was a risk of dying whenever you went out. Sam knew this when he let you go a week ago, but he thought you could handle himself. The woods you were in was huge, so when the brothers got there, they split up in search of you. Sam took the right, and he called out your name once, twice, and then three times. He didn't know where he was going, but he came across a tree that had blood spatter on it. His heart picked up, and before he knew it, he was running in all directions trying to see if that blood was yours. He would have run faster, but he tripped over a lump on the ground.

"Ow," you muttered. He wouldn't have caught it if he hadn't been so close to you. Upon hearing your voice, he got up and crawled over to you to see if you had any injuries.

"Y/N, oh my God. Are you hurt?" he asked as he moved your bloody hair away from your eyes. "Is this your blood?"

"No. I'm just tired," you whispered, keeping this your secret. It wouldn't have done him any good if he knew what was going on behind you.

"Why are you laying in the dirt?" he asked.

"The stars are pretty this time of night. So peaceful."

"Come on, get up. Dean is around here somewhere. We were worried when you didn't come home," he said as he tried to sit you up.

"No, don't lift me," you coughed, blood pouring out of your mouth. When he picked you up, he messed with the placement of your organs which caused blood to shoot out of your mouth.

"Fuck!" he yelled when he lifted up your shirt that was sticking to your back. "DEAN!!! You lied to me!"

"No, it doesn't hurt. Numb... It's my secret. I'm not going to make it, Sammy," your breathing sounds strained.

"No, don't say that. Dean will be here and we'll get you to a hospital," he tried to think positively as he held your shaking frame.

"I'll bleed out. I've already lost so much... blood. I shouldn't have gone alone. I'm sorry, Sam. I love you," you whispered, your voice fading at the end. Your eyes lost the light in them as your soul left your body. Your head rolled back and laid there limp, your body following not long after.

"No!" Sam yelled as the tears left his eyes. "NO!"

"DEAN!"