Supernatural Imagines/Prefrences

His Reaction To You Breaking A Bone (Sam, Castiel and Dean)

Sam:
Shit shit shit. Of course of all the ways to break a bone I just had to trip over laundry I was carrying. Sam had always made it quite clear to NOT carry laundry in my arms. Between the slippery bunker floor and the abundance of clothes I owned, it was never going to add up to anything good. Hissing in pain I held my wrist to my chest, rocking back and forth. My breath coming out shaky, I swore I could hear the blood running through my veins. "(Y/N)? (Y/N)?"
The youngest Winchester barely took five seconds to run down the hall and kneel beside me, reaching out touching my left arm. "What happened?" His eyes scanned over the many clothes on the floor, a frown appearing on his lips. "I told you to use a clothes basket. C'mon..I'll grab some ice." He grabbed my good arm and helped me up, dipping an arm up under me and picked me up bridal style.
"Sorry.." I apologized laying my head on his shoulder.
"You need to be more careful."

Dean:
"Duck!" I swung the machete taking the head of the vampire clean off, it's body twitched flailing before it went limp. Dean grinned at me shooting me a wink, "Take the left. I'll go right." I walked around him and down the hallway, the vampires were staying in a abandoned factory. Most of the creatures were older men, they always kept human live stock. Dean and I had already gotten them out safely, and now we were working on clearing out the factory. I rounded the corner to the main boss room, inside papers were scattered, old garbage bags, and old cans of food. The floor beneath me creaked loudly, taking a shaky breath I stepped into the room. "Nothing, how about you?"
Dean didn't respond, "Dean?"
I stepped back out of the room, the floor gave a loud squeak and suddenly I was no longer on the second floor. But on the first in a heap of ruble. My ankle bent in a very painful looking way. "Shit." I gasped holding my leg. "Dean! I fell through the fucking floor!"
"What?! (Y/N)?" I could hear dean's boots stomping down the steps, hurrying like his life depended on it. He sat the machete down on the floor pushing chunks of the ceiling off, scanning me over. "Any Broken bones?"
"My ankle." He ran a hand down over my left ankle, carefully sliding the shoe off, I let out a gasp of pain.
"Yep. Definitely broken. Let's get you to the car. I'll finish cleaning up the bloodsuckers then we'll take care of that."

Castiel:
Angels weren't known to be the nicest of creatures, to be completely honest demons were nicer than angels. Castiel and I had been together for three years, Raphael was never happy about an angel and human relationship. Mostly because if a nephilim were to come to be it would be 'eliminated'. By the third year of being together nothing ever surprised me, Zachariah being the asshole he was managed to capture both me and Dean. He was wanting Dean to say yes to Michael. Whatever the hell he wanted to do with me, who knows.
"I know it sounds like much, but all I'm saying, is leave the angel alone. He's already caused so much problems. If a nephilim—" Zachariah started, holding a hand up I stepped forward walking towards him.
"A hybrid isn't going to happen. I don't want any children, what I want is to be left alone from you assholes." I grit my teeth, shooting him a death glare.
"Doesn't everyone?" He snapped his fingers, I hunched over curling my arms around myself, shuddering in pain. "Listen to me, monkey, two of your ribs have been broken like twigs. That little angel Castiel isn't going to bring any good into your life. All he causes is pain and misery. You can either leave him be or—" The room lit up as if someone had flipped the sun on, and Zachariah was gone.
My eyes flickered back to Dean who stood by the wall, a hand on an angel banishing sigil.
"(Y/N), you're hurt." A gruff voice came from in front of me, "I'm sorry. I should've been more careful. It's my fault he was able to get you and Dean." The angel pressed two fingers to my skull, healing up my ribs. "I'm so sorry."