Sad Supernatural Imagines

#22 Sam - Part 3: It Was All A Lie

Recap:

Sam's p.o.v:

I stood there for a few more minutes before getting into the impala. I started it and drove back to the motel. I reached the motel and got out of the car. I walked into the motel room and saw Dean lying on the couch watching some Dr. Sexy on the TV.
"Hey, Sammy." He mumbled. I rolled my eyes.
"You're supposed to be researching." I scolded.
"I did. It's vamps. I told you that before." Dean said. I sighed.
"What's the connection besides that they're all parents that have been divorced?" I asked. Dean turned off the TV and frowned at me.
"There isn't one." He said. I stared at him. He got up and went to my computer. He opened it and pulled up a picture of a house. Not just any house. Y/N's house.
"But every single person who has died, last visited this house. Why are the vamps targeting all of them? What's so special about the house?" He asked, but mostly to his self.
"Well, I went around the neighborhood asking about all of the victims and I actually had stopped at that house." I said. Dean looked at me.
"Did someone answer?" He asked. I nodded.
"Who?" He asked again. I looked away.
"Y-Y/N." I said nervously. Dean thought Y/N had left to get out of the life although she didn't hunt before.
"The vampires could be trying to get to her!" He said loudly. I hadn't thought of that before. My eyes widened as I looked up. If those bloodsucking freaks touch her I'll chop their heads off faster than windigo can run.

Now:

Y/N p.o.v:

You had finally stopped crying. You just lied in your bed for hours when all of a sudden, your doorbell rang. You got up and then walked through your house to your door. You opened the door and saw a man about your age, very handsome, standing in front of you. You plastered on your fake smile.
"Hello. Something I can help you with, Sir?" You asked. The man nodded and smirked evilly.
"Yes. Yes you can, Y/N." He said darkly. Your fake smile dropped. Suddenly, he gripped your arm and dragged you out of your house and into a white van. You were thrown into the back where another guy tied your hands behind your back and put a mask over your eyes. You sighed.
"Why not kill me now?" You asked quietly. You heard a chuckle.
"Because we need you to get the Winchester's to come to us. Our alpha wants them dead." The man said. So he was one of those vampires. You smiled.
"Ahh. That's what this is about. Well, killing me will get them here all the same as if I was alive. I know your alpha wants me dead, too." You told them. You heard one of the vampires grumble.
"You really don't care if we kill you or not, do you?" He a asked. You shook your head.
"Nope. You can torture me all you want, but it won't reach the amount of pain I've felt these past 2 years." You said. The vampire sighed.
"You are such a depressed girl, ya know that?" He said. You just faked a smile towards the direction of his voice.
"Yeah. I know." You responded. You felt the van come to a stop. One of the vampires picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.
"Jesus, you seriously weigh nothing." He murmured. You pretended that you didn't hear him. You felt so tired. You were almost asleep when you were suddenly stripped from your clothes besides your bra and underwear just to be strapped to a table. The blindfold was taken away and so were your restraints before they strapped you in. You kept your eyes closed.
"Tsk tsk tsk. Poor Y/N. Already tired when we haven't even started!" Someone said. You tiredly opened your eyes and glared weakly at the vamp.
"Yeah because you haven't started. I'd rather feel physical pain than the mental and emotional pain. So I suggest you get on with it." You growled. The vampire seemed taken aback, but smirked and grabbed a knife. He walked towards you and then pressed the knife to your arm. He dragged it across your skin. It was a very deep cut and it hurt like a bitch, but you smiled at the pain.
"Is that all you can do?" You asked with a small laugh. The vampire growled and continued to cut you. All you did was laugh at his attempts to hurt you. He screamed in frustration. He grabbed a blow torch from the table and turned it on with a psychotic smile. The vampire started to burn you. You just stared up at the abandoned warehouse ceiling, bored out of your mind. The vampire finally had enough. He threw the blowtorch and walked away. You felt lightheaded from the blood loss, but all in all you were fine. Then, the doors to the warehouse burst open. And there were the Winchester's. You just stared as they killed all the vampires. Sam looked over at you with a pained and guilty expression. He ran over to you and carefully removed you from the table and set you down on the ground. You pushed him away and sat up, not even wincing. San stared at you in confusion.
"Don't those cuts and burns hurt?" He asked. You rolled your eyes.
"Obviously, but I've been hurt worse than this, as you know of." You said emotionlessly. You stood up and started to walk forward. Then, everything suddenly went black.

Sam's p.o.v:

I watched as Y/N stood up and started to walk forward. She took one step and then collapsed. I ran to her and caught her before she hit the ground.
"Y/N?!" I yelled frantically. I looked up to see Dean running towards us.
"Sam, get her to the impala. Keep pressure on her wounds and stitch her up as best as you can. I'll be there quickly so we can take her to the hospital." Dean demanded. I nodded and picked Y/N up. It felt as if I was picking up a stack of about 20 books. Imagine how light that is! I set her in the back seat and grabbed the First Aid kit. I hurriedly opened it. I got a bottle of whiskey and pored it on all of Y/N's cuts. She was bleeding so much. I found the needle and thread. After I got one cut stitched, Dean was back and getting us to the nearest hospital. We were halfway there when Y/N woke up with a pained gasp. She looked around, confused. I was almost done sewing her up. She looked at me and then quickly looked away.
"Where are we going?" She asked. Dean looked at her through the review mirror.
"Hospital." He answered and with that, he sped up. I finished sewing her up. I grabbed the bandages and bandaged her up. She grunted in pain.
She lied back down and closed her eyes. Y/N started to softly snore. She was out cold. I watched as Dean pulled up to the hospital. I opened the door and picked Y/N up. She seemed to be breathing shallowly. I carried her out and ran into the hospital.
"Help! My girlfriend is hurt!" I yelled. A couple of doctors and some nurses hurried over with a stretcher. I carefully set her down on it and watched as they took her away. A nurse came up to me and started to ask questions.
"What happened?" She asked. I looked down at her.
"She was attacked and tortured by people, but the guys got away when I found her. I had to sew her up because if I didn't, she would have been dead by the time I got here." I said. The nurse nodded and then walked me to the waiting room.
"She is going to have to go through surgery." The nurse said and then gave me a sympathetic smile before walking away. I sat down in a chair and prepared to wait as long as the surgery took.

A/N:

I did not wanna end this. I have so much going on. School, home life... Shit with myself. Making a part 4 to this is not what I planned on doing, but it seems like that is the plan now... Anyway, part 4 won't be up for a while.