Sad Supernatural Imagines :'(

I can't fix what I did (Winchesters X Friend!Reader)

(You shoot Dean on accident. Sam gets angry at you.)
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Your brain couldn't even comprehend what had just happened.
There was blood.
An ambulance.
Sam screaming.
You looked down and finally snapped to your senses.
Blood drenched you shirt and pants.
It was your best friends blood.
Men came and pulled you off him, much to your discontent.
"NO! NO! STOP! DEAN!" You screamed murder at the ambulance men.
You tried to lunge at them but Sam wrapped his arms around you to keep you still.
You'd killed him.
It was all your fault. All of it.
You didn't see him.
You were aiming at the werewolf.
He got in the way of your shot.
You wrestled away from Sam's grip and fell on the ground.
You screamed.
Sam picked you up and dragged you to the impala, throwing you into the front seat.
He hadn't said a word.
He got into the drivers seat and slammed his hands on the steering wheel.
"FUCK!"
He yelled, taking off the toward the urgent care.
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You sat in the waiting room for hours.
Literally.
Your face was buried in your hands.
The doctor came out and said something quietly to Sam.
He seemed relieved.
He came and sat down besides you.
Still not saying anything.
"What did he say?" You asked softly.
Not even having the strength to go above a whisper.
He turned to you and turned back to the tiled floors.
"He's gonna be okay."
You gasped for air.
"Oh thank god."
You breathed, eyes tearing up.
"He's in critical condition, but the doctor said he'll live."
The tone of his voice made you realize that he was mad at you.
You didn't have a clue as to why.
He most likely blames you.
You did too.
Just as the thought came to your mind, the doctor walked out and signaled for us to follow him.
He led us to the door and stopped.
"Before you go in there, I need you to be ginger with'em. He just went through massive surgery. He's conscious, so you guys can go'head in there and see'em."
The doctor said in an accent that reminded you of Mr. Singer.
He always wanted you to call him Bobby, but it just never felt right.
The doctor opened the door and let you and Sammy through.
You gasped scaring the living crap out of Dean.
"Jesus, (Y/N)!" Dean yelped.
"Dean...I'm so, so, so sorry. I really didn't mean to shoot you."
You rambled while siting in the chair next to him.
He used the remote to sit himself up a bit.
"It's fine, beb, really. It's my fault for being such a dumbass. I got in the way of your shot."
Relief washed over you.
You put his hand to your mouth and kissed it softly, letting your lips linger there while closing your eyes.
"Hey Sam. I'm okay."
Dean said to get Sam to stop standing in the corner in silence, glaring at you.
"C'mere."
Dean said gesturing to the seat on the other side of his bed.
Sam sat silently still not even looking at you.
"It's not her fault Sam."
You looked up shocked.
"Yes...it is. She should have been more careful."
Dean rolled his eyes.
You looked down at the floor and teared up.
You scooted back your chair and walked out of the room.
"(Y/N) wait." Dean said as you slammed the door.
You sat in a chair that was right outside the big double doors of Deans room.
"Fuck me." You muttered, straining your hands through the hair you had recently cut short do to a hunting mishap.
You were so deep in thought you didn't even notice that Sam had come to sit by you.
"(Y/N), I know it wasn't your fault. It's just...when my brother gets hurt, it crushes me."
You looked up at him with your tear streaked face.
"Don't pretend that it's ok. Sam, I almost killed him."
Sam pulled you out of your seat and onto his lap.
Hugging you.
"It'll take time, but it's gonna be okay. We love you. You have been one of the best friends we've ever had."
You looked up at him.
You got up and stood in front of him.
"I can't ever fix what I did today. So, I have to go. I can't be here and pretend that I'm not beating myself up about this. I love you guys."
You tried to go in for a hug but he pushed you away and looked down.
He was crying.
"I really do love you boys."
Then, with all the strength you had left.
You walked straight out of those giant doors.
Away from the loves of your life.
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791 words.