Supernatural Imagines

One Mistake

Request: Can I have a one shot where a hunt doesn't go so well for the reader and she's just down and beating herself up and Dean comforts her? Thank you!!!

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"SAM!" You yelled as the hideous beast charged him. His eyes went wide as it tackled him to the ground, slashing at his chest viciously.

Dean was quick to take the beast down with a few gunshots, giving you enough time to grab your axe and raise it above your head, bringing it down with all your might on the monster's neck. The head came clean off and you let out a sigh of relief, but it was also filled with regret. Sam was hurt and it was your fault. How could you have been so stupid?

You sat silently in the back seat on the way back to the bunker, too deep into your own thoughts to be aware of what was going on around you. Sam's occasional pain-filled hisses would grab your attention, but you would only feel guiltier.

All of the signs had pointed to a vampire. You had been so sure that's what you were hunting down. It wasn't until you were staring into the cold dead eyes of an unknown creature that you realized how wrong you had been. The three of you were lucky enough that the monster could be decapitated, but now Sam was hurt and you were to blame.

The guilt weighed you down like a sack of bricks as you looked out the window, unable to glance in Sam's direction. The iron smell of blood filled the car, masking the normal scent of sweat, leather, and gun powder. You could even taste the blood on the inside of your busted lip, the foul liquid causing you to cringe.

The Impala pulled into the bunker's garage well past midnight, but you knew that you wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight anyways, even if you tried. Instead you headed towards the library, hoping to find any information on what creature you had just faced. You wanted to make sure that this never happened again.

Faint whispering down the hallway drew you out of the large room and down the hall to Sam's room. You could hear him muttering curse words under his breath. The door was barely cracked open, but you peered inside anyways. Sam was holding a needle and thread, stitching up the deep cut across his chest. He seemed to be having difficulty operating on himself and you felt the urge to help him. Instead you hid behind the door, afraid that Sam would be mad at you. It was your fault he was injured.

A tap on your shoulder caused you to jump in your moment of vulnerability. A hand went over your mouth to keep you from screaming, but you calmed down when you saw that it was Dean. He took your hand and dragged you down the hallway back into the library.

Before you could sneak in a word of protest, Dean began to interrogate you. "What's wrong with you, Y/N?"

"I-I.."

"You aren't acting like yourself and Sam and I are both worried."

You hung your head. "I'm not the one you should be worried about!" You tried not to yell. "Look at Sam! I could have gotten him killed tonight!"

"Sam is fine. Getting hurt is part of the job. What we are more concerned about is you, Y/N. What's going on?"

"It-It's nothing. Don't worry about it." You waved it off.

Dean showed you a pout. Of course he would worry about it. That's part of who he is.

"I just don't feel like I'm a good hunter anymore, okay?" You muttered, feeling even more irrelevant as the words rolled off your tongue. "I'm past my prime and I'm making mistakes."

"You aren't past anything, Y/N! You should know that by now. Just because Sam got hurt tonight doesn't mean that you're any less of a hunter. We still stopped it from killing more people and you cut it's head clean off!"

You cracked half a smile, trying to show him that you were feeling a bit better. "I know that people get hurt in this life, Dean. I just don't want to see it happen to the two of you."

Dean's eyes were filled with pain when you looked into them and you knew he felt the same way. In a quick movement you were wrapped in his arms, breathing in the masculine scent of his flannel shirt. "You're an amazing hunter. Without you, Sam and I wouldn't be here. Don't get down on yourself because of one mistake, okay?" He whispered.

"Okay," You replied in a low voice, still snuggled into his chest.

He eventually guided you back to your room and put you into your bed, knowing that you were probably dead tired. You fell asleep with Dean watching over you, feeling more relaxed than you had in months. Whatever was to come in your future, you knew that the Winchesters would have your back. You would have theirs too.

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