Supernatural Imagines

Imagine Sam's mad at you because you got hurt saving him

"SAM!" You ran, throwing him out of the way, and in the process, getting stabbed by the claws of the beast. It was a werewolf hunt, and now, you were hurt. Dean stabbed it in it's heart. You felt Sam's arms wrap around you.
"Cas!" Sam shouted in a begging tone, "Please, please, help her!" Your vision went black, but you heard the familiar sound of wings flapping. You were freezing. Suddenly, two fingers were on your forehead, and a warm feeling spread over you. You gasped for breath, shooting up.
"Thanks, Cas." You mumbled, your nerves still on edge.
"We should get going." Dean said, helping Sam and you up, and heading to the Impala. Sam's eyes were stung with tears. You had only known the Winchesters for a few months, but you found the younger Winchester surprisingly charming. You even had a thing for him, though you would never admit it. You followed Dean to the Impala, and hopped in the back seat. Sam was one step behind you, but took shotgun. The first half of the drive was silent, except for Dean's classic rock blaring through the speakers. Then, not even that. Sam turned it down, obviously upset.
"What the actual hell, y/n!" He struggled not to shout. You were confused, you just saved his life and he was mad at you?
"I have no clue what you mean, Sam." You stared out the window, and Sam slammed his hand on the inside of the door, forcing you to snap your focus to the sound.
"Yes, you do!" He shouted, "You could've got yourself killed, what the hell were you thinking?!" Your eyes were wide, and Dean was sneaking worried glances to Sam.
"Dude, calm down. Not in the car, okay?" Sam bit his tongue to keep from shouting anymore. Tears threatened his eyes. You returned to the bunker, and you immediately went to your room. Sam came through the door, angry as hell.
"Why'd you do that? Are you insane?" He screamed, you turned to look at him. You were upset. Like you were just going to let him get himself killed!
"To save your dumb ass!" You shoved him lightly, matching his tone. His eyes widened, then hardened again.
"No one asked you to!" Tears steered slipping from his eyes. Your face softened.
"What, you wanted me to let you die? Is that it?" Tears stung at your own eyes.
"Yes! No! I-I don't know! All I know, is that I can't lose you, because you decided to stupidly sacrifice yourself!" You stood, shellshocked, "I-I can't lose you. I-I-I..." He stammered, unable to finish his sentence. You moved closer to him, lightly grabbing his arm.
"I'm sorry, Sam. But if I had to do it all again, I wouldn't change a single thing. Look," You pulled up your tee shirt slightly, "I'm fine. I promise." Tears flooded down his face. His hand cupped your cheek.
"I know." He knew? What the hell did that mean, what the hell did any of this mean? Then, the explanation came flooding in with one, smooth motion. He pressed his lips to yours, and started kissing you. You were too shocked to react. He pulled away, embarrassed.
"I-I am so, s-so s-s-sorry, I-I didn't-" you smashed you lips onto his, and he pulled his arms around your waist. You ran your fingers through his hair. One you two finally separated, it was like heaven, and earth collided. Perfection.
"I love you." Was all he said.