Sad Supernatural Imagines :'(

Forgive me, brother. (Dean X Sister!Reader)

(You get turned in a hunt and ask Dean to cut your head off. He won't do it.)

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You shouted bloody murder as you swung your serrated machete at the vampires head, he was trying to take a chunk out of your brother.
You couldn't have that.
Smiling as blood splattered all over your face as the vampires head rolled into the now painted grass.
Dean looked up at you in shock.
"Ain't that a bitch of a sight."
He said with a smirk.
You smirked back at him.
"Hey brother. It's been a long time..."
Two years to be exact.
Dean left you at a motel in the middle of nowhere after an argument about wether or not you should stay behind for a hunt.
He left that day and didn't come back for five days.
So, you took off and didn't look back.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
He asked picking himself up from where he had been kneeling.
"Saving your ass."
He looked at you with an annoyed expression.
"I'm hunting. Now, where the hell is Sammy?"
Dean rolled his eyes.
"Somewhere in the nest."
You crinkled your forehead before having a rush of realization that he may be in danger.
Taking off towards the warehouse you sprained your ankle.
You pushed passed the pain and tried to jog it off.
Reaching the door you took a deep breath before going in guns blazing.
Chopping heads off and throwing punches, trying to get to your other older brother.
He was struggling to stay alive in a brawl between three blood suckers.
"SAM!" You screamed as you saw one of the monsters clamp onto his neck.
The other two vampires took off running.
Everything went into slow motion.
No matter how fast you tried to run you couldn't get there fast enough.
Your throbbing ankle seemed to hold you to the ground like a rock.
Time seemed to catch up to you and you ran full speed towards them.
You sliced his head clean off and watched it tumble to the ground.
Sam began to droop forward and would have fallen if you hadn't dropped to your knees to grab him in time.
"Sam....Oh god....oh god Sammy...." You rambled as blood left his neck freely.
"Dean! Help!" You screamed as loudly as you could muster through your tears.
He ran in to where you had found Sam.
He pushed you out of the way and you hit your head on a wall.
He didn't mean to hurt you. He just...did.
"Sammy, I gotta get you outta here, (Y/N), help me..." he trailed off when he realized that you had passed out from the impact your head had taken.
"Fuck...." he grumbled quietly.
He grabbed Sam, who was still slightly lucid, and threw his arm over his shoulders.
He looked at you hesitantly, not wanting to leave you alone.
He made a decision, and walked Sam out of the nest whispering, telling Sammy everything would be okay.
That everybody would be okay.
He was wrong.
You began to gain conscience and looked up to see a woman smirking above you...
"What? You gonna kiss me?"
You said cheekily.
She started laughing hysterically.
You tried to move your arms but they were tied together.
"Damn it." You muttered.
Without saying a word the vampire bit into her own wrist and tried to shove the blood into your mouth.
You kept you lips shut tightly, not letting a drip go in.
You could tell that this annoyed her.
Yet again, without a word, she punched you straight in the face.
This time your mouth was open and she shoved her own disgusting blood into your mouth.
Dean had come back to get you and he watched the whole thing.
"NO!" He yelled running towards the vampire and pushing her up against a wall, machete tightly to her throat.
"What did you do?!" Dean screamed.
"I just turned the Winchester sister."
She said smiling wickedly.
He pushed the blade slowly into her neck.
She screamed as he sliced clean through.
"(Y/N)...no, no, no damn it." He said as he ran to your side and hugged you.
"Dean get away from me!" You yelled standing up and moving away from him.
Not meaning to hurt his feelings, he just smelled so good.
"I don't want to hurt you, or anybody. You know what you have to do."
Deans eyes grew wide as he realized what you were insinuating.
"No....I won't kill you, (Y/N)."
You began to cry as you knew this pained him more than it did you.
"If you don't do it...somebody else will. That, or I will. I won't become one of the monsters that I chase."
He looked at you and his eyes begin to fill with tears.
"Your my baby. I can't kill you, (Y/N). I won't kill you."
You smiled sat him with pain flooding your heart.
"I know...I love you guys, so much." You picked up the colt. Yes, the gun that kills everything.
"No (Y/N) don't!" He screamed, but it was to late.
You already had it to your head.
"Forgive me." You whispered, still smiling as you shut your eyes.
You pulled the trigger.
Your lifeless body fell to the ground.
Dean didn't say anything, he cried. A lot.
Sammy blamed him after. Said that Dean should have never left you alone that night on the hunt.
Maybe Sam was right.
Maybe he wasn't.
It didn't matter.
You were gone, and Dean would never forgive himself.
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