Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #70: The Ties That Bind

Imagine: You are fatally wounded on a solo hunt. Knowing you're going to die before you can get home, you call Sam and Dean to say goodbye.

Age: 16

     "Shit!" I gasped as the sword sliced its way through my gut as though it were nothing more than paper, having just enough strength left to raise my gun and fire into the chest of the witch before my legs decided not to work anymore and I fell to my knees with a thump, breathing loudly and raggedly. Spikes of white-hot pain seared through my chest and I gave a few strangled grunts, blood bubbling at my lips.

     "No, no," I murmured as I looked down at the large, gaping hole that echoed across my shirt, blood blooming from the canyon of torn flesh on my stomach and staining everything around me. My hands dropped my gun and came up; gripped my stomach; tried to close the hole.

     But still I bled.

     White spots danced across my vision and I knew there was no time. No chance. So I did the only thing I could think of to do.

     Dropping onto my rear, I scooted backward until I found the wall of the warehouse I'd tracked the witch to, my back pressing to the cold concrete wall as I continued to pant, giving occasional groans of pain.

     My blood-stained hand fiddled shakily through my pocket and I retrieved my phone, haphazardly clicking Dean's number and putting it on speaker before the phone dropped to the concrete, ringing quietly as I struggled to regulate and calm my breathing.

     I puffed out a sigh, my head falling back to the concrete as my eyes fell shut, no longer having the capability to keep them open.

     "Y/n?" Dean's voice crackled through the static over the phone, and as I wrapped my jacket closer to the frame, both hands now pressed to my stomach vainly, I managed to smile.

     "Hey there, Prince Charming," I said lightly, my smiling widening at the thought of his face on the other side of the call, "got Sam with you?"

     "Yeah, he's right here." Dean responded.

     "Well, put that phone on speaker, would you?" I waited a moment, listening as the phone crackled louder before continuing, "Moosey Goosey?"

     "Y/n? Hey," Sam's voice echoed through the static, and it was then that the tears began, lightly welling at my eyes before gently rolling down both cheeks, "What's up? Is everything alright?"

     And I hesitated. A single moment that felt like a million years, I contemplated whether or not to tell them. Whether or not to make them sit and listen as I died on the other end of a phone call.

     "Everything's fine," I eventually said, my voice airy, "Just wanted to talk to my boys."

     "How's the hunt going?" Sam asked, and I was unable to suppress a huff of pain as I shifted on my rear, grunting slightly. Thankfully, neither brother seemed to hear it.

     "Uh, fine," I lied, nearly finding it in me to laugh at myself, "it's fine."

     "Well, hurry up and get home!" Dean piped up, "I worry like hell when my baby girl isn't here."

     It took me a moment to respond, my face contorting into a sob that I choked into silence as a few more tears dropped from both cheeks, quicker and heavier than the previous.

     "Listen, boys," My voice cracked, the cries audible within, but I quickly cleared my throat and reached up to wipe my tears away, most likely staining my cheeks with blood, "I just wanted to tell you guys I love you both, more than anything else in the world."

     "Aw, we love you too, kiddo." Sam replied, a smile evident in his tone. I managed to smile, too, their faces fresh in my mind as my vision began to blur and darken, even if slowly.

     I slid sideways down the wall until I was laying down, my head resting against the concrete beside the phone as I gave a long sigh.

     "So what did you guys do today?" I asked, my voice strained and quiet.

     "Not much," Dean began, "I started watching this new show on Netflix and I made Sam watch it with me. He says he doesn't like it but I think he's lying--"

     The details of what he said left me as I instead focused on the soothing gruffness of the voice that raised me, my eyes falling shut as my smile continued to grow, untamed by any means of pain of blood loss.

     My head turned toward the phone as a final tear fell down the side of my face.

     "Sorry about this, boys," I whispered, Dean and Sam still talking about their day, oblivious to me or anything that was happening, "I'll see you on the other side."

    The world fell dark, but it was okay, because the voices of the ones I loved followed me until I could hear no more.