Sad Supernatural Imagines

#13 Sam - Panic Attack

Y/N p.o.v:

You had screwed up the hunt. You tripped over your own feet and dropped your machete while all the vampires were asleep and woke them up. No one got hurt thankfully. But that didn't stop Dean from getting pissed at you. You expected it from Sam, since he's your boyfriend and all, but he understands that sometimes people make mistakes. Dean doesn't understand that quite as much.
"You were supposed to do one simple thing, Y/N! Do not make a noise and wake up the vamps! How hard can that be?" Dean yelled at you as you sat in the backseat of the Impala in shame.
"She made a mistake, Dean. It's fine." Sam said.
"No, it's not! She could have gotten any of us killed!" He yelled again. You guys finally arrived at the motel to your relief. You scrambled out of the car and bolted to the room. You quickly unlocked it (you had the key because the boys usually lost it) and ran to the bathroom. You locked the door and backed up against the bathroom wall, sliding down it. You felt a panic attack coming and usually there was nothing you could do to stop it. They didn't come very often, only when you got yelled at or something like being in a room full of people. Dean yelling at you triggered one. This one felt like a bad one. It got harder and harder to breathe by the second and your vision was getting blurry. There was a knock at the door.
"G-Go away." You choked out.
"Y/N? It's Sam. Let me in, okay? Everything will be okay. Just let me in" Sam said through the door. You had no energy to stand up and let him in although you very much needed him. He knew about your panic attacks because he has actually witnessed one of them
"I c-can't." You said breathlessly. You could hardly breathe anymore.
"Just focus on my voice, alright? Everything is going to be okay." He said calmly. You did as he said.
"Now, I want you to breathe in for seven seconds and hold it for four seconds before letting it out for eight. Repeat this until you can breathe again." He ordered. You followed his instructions and finally calmed down. You got up slowly and went to go look at yourself in the mirror. Your cheeks were tear stained and slightly red. Your eyes were a little bit bloodshot, but other than that you looked okay. You went to the door to unlock it. You opened it, revealing a concerned Sam.
"Are you okay now?" He asked. You nodded and looked around the room. You saw Dean sitting at the table with books scattered around on it. You looked up at Sam with a frightened look.
"It's okay. Dean, won't hurt you. You need sleep. That's all." He said with a small smile. You nodded again and put your arms up like a 2 year old would when they want picked up. Sam chuckled, but picked you up bridal style and bringing you to your shared bed. As soon as he set you down, you were out.

Sam's p.o.v:

I stared at Y/N for a few before turning towards Dean. I walked up to him and smacked the back of his head.
"Ow! What the hell was that for, bitch!" My brother cried. I scoffed.
"Y/N had a fucking panic attack because of you, jerk! You have no right yelling at my girlfriend for a fucking mistake she made! She's human! We all make mistakes! Even you, Dean!" I whisper yelled. Dean looked back at me with a frown.
"Y/N gets panic attacks?" He asked. I glared at him.
"Yeah and the next time you yell at her for whatever reason, I'll beat you so bloody that you'll regret even having a thought of saying one rude thing to Y/N." I sneered. Dean looked at me with so much fear that it was hard not to laugh. I turned back around and slid in next to the love of my life. I pulled her to my chest and kissed her forehead.
"I love you, Y/N." I whispered and then was enveloped by sleep.

Dean apologized to you the day after and let's just say, he never yelled at you again nor did he dare to pick on you. You asked Sam about it, but he just smiled and said not to worry about it. You were very suspicious of what Sam had said to Dean, but was glad that you didn't have to deal with anymore panic attacks.

A/N:

I liked this one.