Supernatural Imagines

Sam x Suicidal! Reader (Triggering)

"Y/N are you sure you don't wanna come with me and Dean?" Sam asks.
I nod. I didn't want to go out in public. I didn't want my sleeves to accidentally go up and all of my scars be revealed to the world. When Sam and Dean left I went strait to the bathroom and cried. I locked the door. I've been depressed ever since I had to kill my mom. She was posssed by a demon. Well duh. It's not she was possessed by an angel. Sam and Dean have tried making me happy so many times. I mean they even took me in. I cried and cried for what seemed like hours. Even though it has only been ten minutes. I looked over at the tub. I saw a razor. I starred at it for a few seconds until I got up and got it. I took the blades out. I managed to slice my fingers open while doing so. I took off my hoodie and filled up the tub. When that was done i looked at my arms. Scars went all the way up them. I couldn't hold my emotions in any more. I lost it. I put the small sharp object to my wrist. One cuts,two cuts, three cuts, four. The blood started dripping from my arm to the white tile floor. I cut a few more times. I was getting dizzy. My vision was getting blurry. I layed down in the tub and waited to leave this shitty world.
"Y/N we're back!" I heard Sam yell.
"Y/N! Y/N! WHERE ARE YOU!" Sam yelled. Dean was also screaming my name. Someone tried opening the door. The doorknob was jingling.
"Y/N! OPEN THE DOOR! PLEASE!" Sam yelled.
Sam's POV
I didn't even think twice. I pulled out my gun and shot the doorknob. It popped off and I went into the bathroom. Y/N was in a tub full of blood. I ran over to her and picked her up and out of the tub.
"I love you." She whispered.
Your POV
"I love you." I whispered to Sam before I went into a bright light.
Sam's POV
"DEAN GET THE FIRST AID KIT!" I yell at Dean.
Tears were running down my face.
"Y/N please don't leave. Please." I say.
Dean came in with a first aid kit, but it was too late. She was gone.
~~~~~~~~~Two~Months~Later~~~~~~~~~~
Sam's POV
I walked over to Y/N's grave. There was some dead flowers still there. Y/F/N Y/L/N From (Your birthday) to 2015. I started crying. I fell to my knees.
"See you soon." I whispered.