SuperLock Imagines

"'M Sorry." (Sam + Dean x Reader)

The bass was pounding through the Bunker. Picture frames vibrated on the walls, lights flickered. And a drunk screaming sound that sounded a little like singing soon followed the drops of the bass.

It was Y/n. Unfortunately, she had been thinking about the troubles of a hunter not too long ago, maybe twelve hours ago, and wanted to stop the guilty, ashamed feelings taking up her brain.

Sam and Dean were gone, so she figured she might as well turn up the tunes and grab a bottle. Or two, or three...

"Aw, shit." She slurred, lazily watching the pool of amber liquid spread across the wood floor. "Now I gotta... gotta... get up an' get more..."

"Ugh..." The poor girl had just tried to get off the chair she was sitting on, and fell over beside the drink. "Tired..." With that last mumble, she fell asleep next to the remains of the bottle of whiskey.

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"Hey, do you hear that?" Sam Winchester questioned his brother as he pulled the key to the Bunker door out of his jean pocket.

"Nah, hear what?" Dean asked, his mind on a woman he had met at the bar they had been to- you know, his usual type- busty, blonde, not the brightest crayon in the box of Crayola.

"The... never mind." Sam pushed the door open. The sound of rap music was deafening. Both brothers immediately clapped their hands to their ears, shooting concerned looks to the other. "Y/n?!" Sam tried shouting, but it was to no avail. Dean rushed ahead, looking for the stereo Y/n had set up in the library. 

Unclasping one hand from the side of his head, he hit the off button. The silence following was as deafening as the music. "Y/n?" Dean called out hoarsely, concern lacing his husky voice, mind already swirling with thoughts of what could have happened- what probably did happen, with the brothers' luck.

"Dean! I found her!" The taller brother shouted from the last table in the row of the spacious library. He quickly bent over the unconscious female, being careful not to get pricked by the glass, and lifted her up.

"Looks like she got pretty smashed." Sam commented, staring down at her smooth face.

"Dammit," Dean spat angrily, "She shouldn't have done that." He started leading the way to Y/n's bedroom, so they could put her to bed and clean up the mess she had made.

"Done what, Dean. You've done this same thing thousands of times before!"

"Yeah, but she could've come to us!"

"You're a damn hypocrite." The final word Sam uttered hung in the air, swirling like fog around both Winchesters.

"Yeah, well- nobody takes their own advice." Dean said bitterly, before opening the door to Y/n's bedroom. As soon as Sam entered the personalized room, Dean spun around and exited, leaving his brother with their friend.

All too soon, Y/n was tucked underneath (colour) bedsheets, and Sam paused for a moment. He gently brushed a stray bit of (h/c) hair out of Y/n's face. What am I doing? He asked himself, and abruptly turned, before a hand shot out and grabbed his wrist.

"Sammy?" A slurred, sleepy voice asked. "'M sorry..."

Sam felt a thudding in his heart that he had not felt in a long time. "It's okay, go back to sleep."

FIRST OF ALL, SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING!!!! I've been on vacation, and then I got really sick :( Second of all, a second part to "Storms" will be up eventually, for anyone waiting for it! But I've been getting writer's block for it gggaaahhhhh!!!! Anyways, that's it for now! Peace out, and stay cool!