Sad Supernatural Imagines

#89 Sam - Depression, Love, and Death

Request from @Stiles_Roscoe. I hope this is what you asked for! I kind of changed it up a bit, but if you don't like it, I will rewrite it!

Y/N p.o.v:

Your dad was in the hospital because he had cancer. Cancer was something that was in your family for a long time, but it was usually passed down to the guys. Occasionally, the women got it, but it was rare. You have never had the best life. Kids at school always picked on you. Your family usually made rude comments about and to you when all of you were together. However, all of your family hunted. They all - including you even though you hated it - hunted the sons of bitches that go bump in the night. You weren't allowed to tell anyone what was happening in your family because your mother said if you did, you wouldn't see the light of day again and as appealing as death sounds, you'd rather it be from a natural cause or from a monster than your own mother. She said that they 'need to try and fix it before things go bad.' Well, they were already bad and your dad was just getting worse and worse. You had 2 siblings; a brother and a sister. They usually looked out for you. Currently, you were on a hunt with Sam and Dean Winchester; John's boys. John was a good hunting friend of your parents.
"What are we hunting?" You asked. You were impatient because you wanted to get your feelings out and the only way you could do that was by hunting. It helped with the built up emotions that you never let see the light of day because oh no, they were fucking scary and when you would let everything spill, everyone would run off and leave you alone to be an ugly, sobbing disaster. Sam sighed.
"I think you should hang back, Y/N. This thing we're dealing with? It isn't the normal shit we hunt. You could get hurt. Your parents-" You scoffed, cutting him off. Sam's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"What?" He asked. He sounded worried which shocked you. No one cared about you or your stupid feelings.
"Nothing." You responded with a roll of your eyes. Sam glared at you.
"Tell me, Y/N." He demanded. You kept your mouth shut and was able to for a while, but Sam's stare had your crack your wall just a little bit. Not enough to have everything come out in a tsunami of waves, but just a few drops of emotion.
"My parents wouldn't care what happened to me on a hunt. To them, I'm just a fucking mistake. Anyways, what is the son of a bitch?" You asked again. Sam sighed, knowing you weren't going to let him in any further than you already have. Maybe being careless on this hunt will kill you, so you won't have to live with knowing how you don't mean anything to anyone.
"It's an Ōkami. Similar to many other supernatural creatures, Ōkami look like normal humans. However, like werewolves, they grow canine-like teeth. In addition, they feed on human victims, but, unlike the other species, each Ōkami have a favorite type of prey." Sam said. You nodded.
"Okay, do we know what this little bitch likes?" You asked.
"Lone women." He answered. You hummed in agreement before thinking of a few other questions.
"Any powers? Weaknesses?" You asked. Sam nodded and then showed you a page in his dads' journal. (No, this is not in John's journal.)
"Ōkami are strong enough to casually overpower normal humans and dig themselves out of the ground. They are faster and more agile than normal humans to the point where one was able to silently cling to ceiling rafters to hide. Ōkami are able to survive a shotgun blast, but are not invulnerable. It takes having to be stabbed seven times with a special dagger to kill them. So long as they are not dismembered or stabbed seven times with a special dagger, Ōkami will completely recover hours after being wounded. Oh, and their fangs are razor sharp, so try not to get bitten." Sam said.
"Oh okay. So what about weaknesses?" You asked. Sam scanned through the pages before he settled on one with less writing than the other.
"Well, this is where it gets interesting." Sam said. You chuckled a little bit because he always says that.
"My father has shown that there is a method to effectively kill Ōkami, which consists of stabbing them seven times with a bamboo dagger blessed by a Shintō priest. Bobby made use of a wood chipper by shoving the Ōkami into it to kill it. That also proved to be effective." Sam rambled on. You nodded and then stood up.
"Alright. We have any leads on this woman killing monster?" You asked. Sam smiled at you before shaking his head.
"Sorry, Y/N. We still gotta do some more research. To be brutally honest, you might end up being the bait and as much as I hate it, I am not what the Ōkami likes to prey on." Sam said. You rolled your eyes and punched his shoulder.
"I know, you giant dummy. I don't mind anyway. That son of a bitch can't get a piece of this fine ass anyway." You joked. Sam laughed and rolled his eyes.
"Shut up, Y/N. You're so ridiculous." Sam said with a smile. That damn smile. Who knew that would be the last time you'd see that beautiful smile of his?

~to the hunt~

You were careless. You didn't care if you lived or died. Sam was busy trying to kill the Ōkami. He didn't know that the monster had bit out a huge part of your side. The blood was pouring out profusely. It seemed as if it wasn't going to stop till you lost all blood. You felt lightheaded and dots were dancing in your vision. You heard a scream and knew that it was the son of a bitch. A few minutes later, Sam emerged from the corner with a triumphant smirk. His eyes fell to your bloody and limp body. You smiled weakling as his smile faded away.
"You did it, Sammy." You said breathlessly. Sam ran to you with a look of fear.
"Y/N! Oh, my God. We'll get you to a hospital! You'll survive this, Y/N. I fucking promise." Sam said through his tears that were now flowing down his beautiful face. You laughed and then winced.
"Don't, Sam. I w-won't make it. I meant f-for this to happen. I w-wasn't meant for this f-fucked up world, Sammy." You said through the blinding pain. Sam held you close and let out broken sobs.
"Please don't leave me!" He cried. You feebly brought your hand up to his perfect face. You wiped away his tears and let your hand linger on his cheek.
"I love you." You whispered and then coughed. You tasted the tanginess of your own blood in your mouth. You couldn't hear anything over the ringing in your ears except Sam's few last words.
"I love you too." He said. You closed your eyes and let yourself slip away.

A/N:

I finished this on the bus. If this isn't what you wanted, I'll rewrite it.