SUPERNATURAL IMAGINES

•Sam•

imagine sam studying in the bunker and you walk in bloody and bruised.

(Warning some gory parts....maybe)

"Sammy!" Dean yells through the bunker. "What?" Sam yells back. "I'm going out. Call me if you need something." Dean grabs a beer from the small fridge in the corner. Sam nods typing on his computer. Dean walks out and Sam hears the car start outside.

Suddenly you walk in leaving tracks of blood behind you. Sam leaps from his seat and runs to you. "What the hell happened?!" Sam asks checking yours wounds as you sit down. "There....were more demons than I thought..." You struggle to say. Sam opens the ripped side of your shirt showing a stab wounds. "A few inches of the knife would've punctuated your lung." Sam states. "Thanks that makes me feel so much better." You say sarcastically. Sam walks off to get first aid. "Stay here and don't move." You sigh "Its not like I can!"

Sam comes back with bandages and stitch material. You lean your head back grilling the chair as Sam pours whiskey over the wound. "Son of a bitch!" You yell. "Sorry..." Sam says looking all puppy dog like. "Don't give me that look." You flick Sam's face and he flinches. He pushes the needle though the skin and you gasp raising your fist to your mouth, biting it. "Dammit Sam are you sure you are doing this right?!" You gasp again. "Stay still it hurts more when you move." Sam continues stitching.

After yelling, cursing and tears Sam finishes the stitches. Dean walks in the door to blood covered floors. "What the hell?! Samm-" "We are fine." Sam helps you stand. "Just a petty wound." You mutter. "Thanks Sam." You kiss his cheek and limp off to your bed room. Dean chuckles and smirks grabbing some pie and sticking a fork in it. "I ship it." Sam rolls his eyes at Dean. Cas appears. "Dean can I have some Pi-" "No."