Sad Supernatural Imagines

#30 BSM - Choose Him

Request from @nmartinez33104. I hope this is what you asked for!

Y/N p.o.v:

"You have to choose, Dean. Little sis or baby bro? Who are you gonna choose?" The demon asked. Dean was aiming towards you, but you glared at him.
"Choose him. Choose Sam. I'll be okay." You said. Dean looked heart broken.
"No, Dean. Choose Y/N!" Sam yelled. You shook your head and smiled sadly.
"Don't choose me." You whispered. Dean closed his eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I choose Sam." Dean said brokenly.
"No! Dean, you stupid idiot!" Sam screamed. You shook your head.
"Sam, Sammy." You called. Sam looked at you with tears in his eyes. You smiled.
"I'll be okay, Sammy. Don't worry about me. Take care of Dean. And Dean, take care of Sam. I love you both." You said. Dean grabbed his brother and they ran out of the warehouse. The demon walked towards you and smirked.
"This 'ought to be fun." The demon said evilly and grabbed a knife.

~hours before~

"Sammy, give it back!" You yelled. Sam took your laptop because you were talking to someone you met online.
"You've never even met him! Why is he so important?" Sam asked. You laughed.
"He's part of a fandom that I'm in! We're just friends. He doesn't know anything about me or what I even look like! So its not a big deal! Just give me my laptop back!" You said. Sam stuck his tongue out at you and then started to type. Your eyes widened in fear of what he would say.
"No! Samuel Winchester, you better stop and give me my damn laptop back!" You screeched.
"God! Sam, just give it back!" Dean yelled. Sam laughed and finally handed your laptop back. You snatched it out of his giant moose hands.
"Thank you, asshole." You growled. Sam smirked and Dean chuckled.
"Both of you are dicks." You said. Dean looked at you, feigning hurt.
"That hurt. Oh, wow. My heart." Dean said sarcastically. You rolled your eyes and glared.
"When are we leaving for the hunt. We've done enough research. We know where the demons will be and-" Sam interrupted you.
"Woah. Slow down there, Tiny Tim. We need to get our stuff together first." Sam said. You sighed. Tiny Tim was your nickname for Sam, but only when he jokes or wants to aggravate you. Dean calls you Half Pint just like Sam, only when he jokes or wants to aggravate you. Otherwise, they both call you Dimples or Bug. You don't remember where Bug came from, but Dimples came from when you had dimples as a child. It just stuck.
"I already have my stuff together. You guys always do too. When are we leaving?" You asked. Sam and Dean sighed. They always were scared of taking you on hunts. Afraid you'd make a small mistake that it would get someone hurt it killed or worried if you got hurt or killed.
"We can leave now I suppose." Dean said. You squealed. You were always excited to go on hunts with your big brothers.
"Calm down, Bug." Sam said with a chuckle. You smiled widely.

~back to the beginning~

The demon dragged the knife down your body multiple times. You had deep cuts all over your body. You grunted and groaned, but never screamed. You didn't want to give the demon the satisfaction of your pain. The demon screamed in frustration. He took a knife and stabbed your thighs. He started to stab everywhere. You couldn't take it anymore. You let out a scream. The pain was too much. The demon laughed. He grabbed a canister of something, but quickly found out that it was salt. The salt burned your wounds.
"Stop! Just kill me!" You screamed. The demon ignored you and continued to torture you. Soon enough you stopped screaming. Too tired. Too exhausted from the blood loss. The demon sighed sadly.
"Well, it was fun while it lasted." He said and then stabbed your stomach. You gasped. You looked down and saw the knife protruding from your gut.
"Bye, Y/N." The demon said and vanished. You were left there. Left to die.
"Sammy. Dean." You called. You didn't know why. They weren't there. Suddenly, you heard flutters. Cas? Cas was here?
"Oh, my father." A familiar voice whispered. Who said it? You couldn't remember the voice.
"I- I hurt. I'm dying. Tell- Tell my brothers I love them. Tell them- Tell-" You coughed. You tasted the tangy taste of your own blood.
"I will, Y/N. I will." The man said. You couldn't breathe.
"Let go. It's okay. Let go." That was all you heard. It was like a whisper in the wind. You listened to the whispery voice and let go. You then were led into the light.

Dean p.o.v:

I couldn't believe I did that. I basically killed my little sister. I pulled up to the bunker and got out. I didn't even grab my stuff. I walked into the bunker and went straight to the kitchen to grab the large bottle of whiskey. I heard Sam calling my name, but I ignored him. I walked to my room and slammed the door shut. I locked it and headed to my bed. I sat down on it and then started to down the whiskey. In less than 2 minutes, the whiskey was halfway gone. I heard a flutter of wings.
"Go away, Cas." I grumbled. I heard him clear his throat.
"I think we should give Y/N a proper hunters funeral. She wanted me to tell you that she loved you and Sam. She's in heaven now, Dean. She doesn't want this for you. Respect her wishes. Respect that she died for you and Sam. She wanted me to beg for you, Dean. She knows how stubborn you can be. Please." Cas said. I looked at him and saw him holding Y/N. The sight of her made me want to throw up. My own little sister was all bloody, cut up. She was pale and lifeless. My baby sister was dead in Cas's arms.
"Oh, my-" I couldn't even finish what I was about to say.
"Hunters funeral?" Cas asked softly. I felt tears streaming down my face as I stared at Y/N. I nodded slowly. Cas sighed.
"I cared about her too, Dean. I'll go set up the funeral." He said quietly and then vanished along with Y/N's body.

~at the funeral~

Sam p.o.v:

I watched as my little sister burned. The flames licking at the air, searching for anything or anyone else to catch so they or it could burn just like Y/N.
"It's not goodbye. It's 'see you later.'" I whispered. Tears welded in my eyes as I watched the flames. I knew I'd see her sooner or later. I'll help Dean through this just like Y/N wanted.
See you later.

A/N:

If this isn't what you wanted, I will rewrite it to your expectations.