Sad Supernatural Imagines :'(

I can't fix what I did. (Part two)

(1 year from the accident)
I used to look at the people living on the street with pity.
Now I only see people that have no place in the world anymore.
I see people that lost everything.
People that lost their belongings and their loved ones.
Yet still have to go on.
Every day worse than the last.
I see survivors.
True survivors.
Being homeless changed me.
Losing Sam and Dean changed me.
I no longer yearned for them, but I still feel as empty as I did the day I had to leave.
I barely had any money.
I could only scrounge up some cash working odd jobs.
Really odd jobs.
Today I was actually going to clean a house.
The house was massive, and about as luxurious as it gets.
The man that his family would be gone for the day and that he would be at work and to just stop by and clean.
As I started to mop I heard a loud roar come from outside.
I pulled back one of the many thick velvet curtains to see a black impala pull into their driveway.
"Oh no."
I muttered, dropping a bucket of soapy water on the ground.
I tried to run to the front door to lock it, but I was short of luck when I saw the two tall men already walking into the foyer.
They towered over me with a mixture of anger and resentment spread in their faces.
Dean's eye twitched and he raised his fist and struck me in the jaw.
I didn't fall over, but I did have to pop my jaw back into place.
A bit of blood dribbled out of my mouth.
I sighed as I wiped it off.
"Yeah. I deserved that."
Sam walked back outside, probably not being able to stand the sight of me.
"Never leave like that again. We thought you were dead, you asshole."
He stated angrily as he walked past me and up the stairs.
He pulled out his EMF and it went haywire.
I followed him around making sure he wouldn't break anything.
"So...I'm guessing there's a case in this town. Talk about a small and awkward world."
I said adding a nervous chuckle at the end.
He turned into one of the rooms and held up his sawed-off.
"Yep. What are you even doing here if you didn't know there was a hunt?"
He asked before turning around to look at me.
He cocked his head as if he was really looking at me now.
"...What the fuck are you wearing?"
I looked down at my body, remembering my maids uniform.
"It's my uniform. I work here, Dean."
His eyes widened.
"Wait a minute...You work here? What the hell happened to you this year, (y/n)?"
I sighed loudly.
"Honestly. I don't know. I've missed this."
He smirked and tossed me an iron rod.
I held it up in a batting position as we walked around the room.
"Who exactly are we trying to distract?"
I asked, obviously we were a distraction for the spirit while Sam found the body and burned it.
"I don't exactly know who. I think an old lady named Agnes, but Sam was working this case alone when he called asking for backup."
I stopped in my tracks.
"Sam has been hunting alone?"
He nodded as if this wasn't crazy.
"I did something really stupid. Like I usually do. You should have been there to stop me."
I looked down sadly and pushed past him into another room.
I was so consumed by gloom that I didn't notice the spirit behind me until I felt pieces of fucking rock salt Dean shot into my back.
"Ah fuck!"
I screamed in pain.
Dean couldn't help but laugh.
I laughed back sarcastically.
The spirit popped up behind him.
I yelled 'duck' and swung my iron poker into the ghost making it disappear.
"Guess I haven't lost my touch just yet."
I said with snark.
All of a sudden Dean gets thrown across the room and I was pinned to the ground by a nasty looking woman.
She had a tight hold on my throat and I was smacking her arms like crazy.
Suddenly she goes up in flames above me.
I get up quickly and dust myself off before helping up Dean.
Making sure he was stable, I walked slowly so he wouldn't loose his balance.
"What was that about not loosing your touch?"
I smiled at him.
"Shut up."
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We joined Sam outside where he was standing in front of a burning hole.
"That Agnes, what a bitch."
I muttered while rubbing my bruised neck.
I heard Sam breathe a small laugh.
Dean leaned his head onto mine, because he was still holding onto me.
"Dean can you give us a minute?"
Sam asked quietly glancing back at us.
Dean sighed but nodded before kissing me on the cheek and limping back to the car.
Sam turned around to look at me.
I noticed what looked to be a tear track on his cheek.
"Sammy?"
He shook his head and scoffed.
"You kinda left me back there, (y/n)."
I looked down and slowly swung my foot back and forth.
"Yeah I know, and I don't regret it, Sam."
He scoffed again and scratched his chin.
"I don't understand. I forgave you, this was never your fault."
A tear burned across my face as I saw the lost and despair full look on his face.
"I guess I just couldn't forgive myself. You saw him Sam..."
I looked at Dean longingly.
Flashbacks of him in the hospital killing me inside.
"He could have died."
Tears slid down my cheeks at the thought of him being gone.
He get closer to me and put his hands on my shoulders.
"He didn't. He was really upset and worried when you were gone. We split up looking for you and some bad stuff happened."
He said his voice cracking.
He looked as if he was reliving war memories, and tears ran down his face.
I gave him a hug and shushed him as he cried into me.
"Im sorry. I'll never leave again, I swear. You don't have to tell me about what happened when I was done, at least not today. I'm here."
He pulled away from me and stared me in my eyes with his own red ones.
Slowly his face got closer to mine, his lips pressed gently against mine, and fireworks exploded between the heat of our bodies.
"I love you."
He said while out of breath.
I smiled at him.
"I know. I love you too, Sam."
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