This wasn't supposed to happen

Two More Miles...

You, Sam, and Dean were on your way back from a hunting trip just a few miles away outside of Lebanon. It was just a simple salt n' burn but you still got knocked around quite a bit, it left you with just a cut. But there were other wounds, and none of them were caused by hunting.

"Two more miles..." you thought as you sat in the backseat of the impala, praying and praying that Dean would drive faster so you can finally get home and patch yourself up. There is no way in hell you would ask Sam or Dean to patch you up. So you just sit there holding your arm, waiting. Sam looks back to check on you, he's been acting kind of concerned about you lately.

"Hey, Y/n. You doin' okay back there?" he asks.

"I'm fine, Sam." you relpy.

"Are you sure, kiddo? Why are you holding you-"

"I said I'm fine Sam." you cut him off. Then, you go back to sitting in silence as you guys come across another sign "One more mile..."

**A few minutes later**

"Alright, We're home." Dean says. "finally" you think.

"Well, I'm gonna go to the bar and grab a few drinks. Anyone wanna join?" Dean asks.

"No." you say quickly making your way into the bunker, hurrying to go patch yourself up. Sam notices how quickly you make your way inside.

"Nah, I'm good, I'm just gonna hang back with Y/n." Sam says, he then hurries into the bunker after you.

Sam makes his way inside as you are down the stairs heading to your room.

"Y/n." Sam says. you stop,

"what Sam?"

"Are you sure you're doing okay? You've just been really distant lately and-"

"Sam, I told you. I'm fine. I'm more than fine. I'm gre-."

"Is that blood?"

"Shit." you think.

"Y/n, are you bleeding? what happened?" Sam asks as he takes your arm attempting to roll up your sleeve but you pull way before he can even try.

"I'm fine Sam. It's nothing." you say.

"Y/n, please let me help." Sam says with pleading eyes. Tears start to build up in your eyes threatening to fall. Sam engulfs you into a hug "Y/n, what's wrong? its just a cut.". The tears start to run freely now

"I'm sorry." you say and you break the hug.

"for what." Sam asks. You put your arm out to him, silently telling him it's okay to roll up your sleeve, he does. "Y/n-Wh-"

*A/N: I know this is short. But let me know if you liked it!!*