Sad Supernatural Imagines :'(

I fucked up. (Sam X Sister!Reader)

(You screw up on a hunt and almost get everybody killed. Sam kicks you out.)
(Age 17)
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You messed up. Seriously fucked it in the ass this time.
As you were trying to help Sam, your now bleeding side got hooked onto something sharp and you couldn't get to him in time.
Causing Dean have to to jump away from the vamp he was fighting to save Sam.
This became a horrible cycle of bad events that could have been prevented if you had just done what you were told to do.
Keep a look out and kill any sleeping vampires.
You woke all of them up.
Thank sweet Lordy Jesus.
Nobody got to badly injured.
Except for you. You had a 4in hole in the side of your torso.
You didn't tell your brothers because it would distract them.
You now sat in the car with two very angry behemoths, half bleeding to death and trying to keep focused.
They didn't even look at you, or ask if you were ok.
They just sat there, being upset at you.
"I'm really sorry. I was only trying to help." You whispered quietly.
Sam turned back at you and stared you deep in the eyes.
"Then don't help."
The way he said it sent chills down your back.
It was gritty and sour.
Just plain mean. It really hurt you.
This wasn't like Sam to be so inconsiderate with you.
He was the one that helped you out in these kinds of situations, but not this time.
The rest of the ride was quiet. It wasn't until you reached the motel that Dean decided to speak up.
"I gave you one job. One job, and it was to gank sleeping vamps. How did you even fuck that up?!"
He was practically spitting in your face from how close he was.
You looked at the floor and shrugged.
"Oh so you're gonna be a pussy now and not fess up?!" Dean shouted.
Sam gave him a shocked look, but remained silent.
He remained silent, because he agreed with Dean.
You tried desperately not to let your eyes tear up. But, it was too late.
You were already shaking out of your wits.
"I'm so sorry. I'll never let it happen again."
You said ignoring the tears and trying to calm the shaking of your injured side that was bleeding onto the carpet.
You didn't dare look at it or draw attention to it.
"You better hope it never happens again. Or that is it. You're done, comprende?"
You shook you're head and hobbled to the bathroom.
Your entire shirt was coved in blood, so you peeled it up and cleaned the wound.
You wrapped it tightly and put on a comfy black hoodie.
You walked out of the bathroom trying not to limp and sitting on the bed you shared with one of them.
"Get off my bed, you're sleeping on the couch." Sam said coldly and forcefully pushing you to the floor.
You grunted in pain resisting the urge to grab at your wound.
"What? Why?"
You had figured the whole mess was ended by now. Or at least put on hold.
"You don't deserve to sleep here tonight, so you sleep on the couch."
You got angry and stood up slowly and grunting.
"Fuck you, I'm not sleeping on the couch."
Sam threw your things at you, things like your bag, and your phone.
"Then get the fuck out and get your own place to fucking sleep!"
He yelled getting up and pushing you towards the door.
"Sam I don-"
"GET OUT, DON'T COME BACK!"
The room fell silent.
You looked around to notice that Dean wasn't in the room.
You shook your head and flung the door open, limping like your life depended on it.
On your way off to wherever you ended up, you came face to chest with Dean.
You looked at him with fear and backed up, afraid he might do something worse.
"Hey, we're you goin?" He asked more tame then you expected it to be.
You just stared at him with a face like you had seen a ghost before limping away from him and signaling a car to slow down and pick you.
Dean was running after you, but it was too late you were already in the car.
"Where ya headed, doll?"
"Just to another motel, please."
The old man gave you a strange look before shrugging and taking off.
You knew he wouldn't rape you, he was the tiniest little old man you had ever seen, couldn't have been younger that 80.
He dropped you off at a motel a couple miles from where the boys were staying.
It wasn't until then that you realized you left your wallet in the motel room.
Seeing as there was no renting a room, you had to break into an empty one and hope and pray no one was staying there.
As you drove your foot into a room that didn't have a 'do not disturb' sign on the door handle, you began to think that maybe if you just went back....Things might straighten themselves out.
The only thing that held you back was the part of you that knew otherwise.
The part that knew you fucked up.
You messed up so bad that you were laying on the hard bed of a broken into motel suite with your injury slowly bleeding you dry.
Meanwhile, while everything was going obviously amazing for you, Dean was having a heart attack.
"What the hell were you thinking? For all we know (Y/N) could be hurt or worse!"
Dean said, anxiously looking for the keys.
"I don't know, Dean! I feel really bad now."
Dean stopped in his tracks to stare at Sam.
"Not as bad as you're gonna feel if (Y/N)'s hurt. I will fucking end you Sam, you hear?! Dad used to treat her like a dog, and now you go and do the same. I am so disappointed in you, this is a new low Sam. DAMN IT WHERE ARE THE KEYS?!" Dean rambled on while tearing up the floor boards and punching holes in the drywall to find the keys.
He stopped as he noticed a small puddle of blood.
"Oh god...no. Keys Sam! FUCK."
Sam started to cry, realizing what he had done.
If anything happened to you it would ruin him.
He loved you so much, he didn't think you would actually leave.
"Got'em!"
Dean said rushing towards the impala.
Sam was close behind him.
The entire drive to the next motel over was deafening.
When they actually arrived at the motel, they already knew you had to have broken in.
While Dean tore up the room he found your wallet on the couch.
Dean kicked down the door to the only vacant motel room they had.
"(Y\N) oh thank god you're ok. What the hell made you think you could run off like that?!" Dean said running up to you and hugging you tightly. Sam stayed behind a bit.
You tried to sit up best you could and nodded toward Sam.
"Sammy...That doesn't matter. Dean, my side it's been bleeding uncontrollably for the last like 2hours. I think I need stitches, but I don't know how...."
You replied weakly. You were quickly fading.
Sam walked up to you and pulled up your hoodie.
"Shit. Hey, hey, hey, look at me baby. You're okay. Dean I need a needle, dental floss, and whiskey."
Dean nodded and ran to get the supplies.
Your skin was slowly loosing its color, and your eyes looked sunken.
But, you smiled at him.
"My Sammy...." you whispered, gently touching his cheek.
Sam looked at you with a confused face.
"You should be mad at me." He said looking down.
"I'm slowly loosing a pulse and you expect me to be upset with you. What you said was horrible, absolutely awful...but your my big brother, and I love you so much."
You took in a deep breath and looked at the ceiling.
Life seemed to be draining out of you by the second.
"DEAN HURRY!"
Sam yelled from the bed.
As soon as the words left his mouth, dean rushed in with a first aid kit and Sam's asked supplies.
As quickly as he could he peeled up your shirt and began sewing up your wound.
When he was done, you passed out.
Either from the pain or loss of blood, when you woke you couldn't remember what had even happened.
You shot up from the bed with a big painful gasp of air.
"What the...AH!"
You graded at your side and cringed.
Looking around you took a big breath and slowly crept off of the hard motel bed.
The room was empty, but there was a lot of blood on the bed, there was also a needle and...dental floss?
"What the fu-"
Before you could finish your sentence Sam and Dean walked into the room with bad full of food.
"Oh good you're up, we have snacks!" Dean said while smiling and shaking the bag a bit.
"Yeah. Yeah ok."
You said while giving them them hugs and siting on the couch to eat.
"So, what the hell happened tonight?"
"What?" The brothers said in unison.
"What happened? Why do I have stitches? All I remember is leaving to go check out that vamp case."
Sam and Dean looked at each other and nodded.
"You got stabbed. That's all. We had to get you to a motel as fast as we could."
Sam said with a smile.
"So, nothing happened?"
Sam kissed your forehead and leaned his head on your shoulder.
"Nope, nothing."
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