Sad Supernatural Imagines :'(

the scars. (Dean X Sister!Scarlet)

Name: Scarlet
Age: 20
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"Scar, you can't give me that look."
I looked up at him from where I was lying.
Blood bubbling out of my mouth as I held my hands over my wound so that my guts wouldn't spill out.
A sentence couldn't even form in my mind from the amount of pain that was boiling inside of me.
"Dean...please..."
He ignored my plea and continued to pick up Sam's unconscious body.
"You knew I would choose him."
With that he walked out of the door the last thing I was able to catch a glimpse of was the mark on his arm, and I thought about everyone that was dead because of that tramp stamp.
I'd be damned if I was on that list.
With a loud grunt I pulled myself off of the floor and leaned my weight on a desk.
I almost toppled over from the dizziness.
My eyes shifted in and out of focus, but somehow I managed to reach my phone from where it had been thrown to.
"911 what's your emergency?"
"I've b-been stabbed. By the l-looks of it I'm not going to make it a-another 15 minutes."
"I'm going send a squad car and an ambulance to your location and they will arrive in 7 minutes. I am going to have to ask that you stay on the phone with me, ma'am, until your help has arrived."
"Okay..."
I whispered quietly before letting myself fall flat on the ground, blood forming a perfect circle around my body.
My hair was slick with it but that didn't matter.
I was no longer in pain.
I was just numb.
After what seemed like a half second policemen were putting me in a gurney and rushing me into an ambulance.
Everything was silent and I could barely see, the only reason that I was clinging to life was the sheer thought of Sam.
The only blood I had left.
Memories of him flashed through my head.
Memories of when Dean was a good brother.
I smiled aimlessly.
Finally we arrived at a hospital and that immediately rushed me into surgery.
They put a mask over my face and told me to count backwards from ten.
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(1 month later)
Finally I was released from the hospital.
The doctors recommended that I rested as much as possible, because my body is still recovering.
Apparently more damage was done then they had first expected.
I ordered an Uber and they drove me to a bus stop and from the bus I got to Kansas.
Finally I was a few feet away from the bunker door.
I slowly hobbled down the stairs and knocked on the door.
The door was slowly creaked open revealing my brothers face.
He rushed out of the door and hugged me.
He released me and took in my appearance,
"Scar, I thought you were-"
"Dead?"
He caressed my face with his hands, studying me.
"I thought I was never going to see you again."
He said with a crack in his voice and tears in his eyes.
"I'm right here, Sammy. I'm not going anywhere ever again."
I whispered softly into his neck.
His body unclenched and he just held me.
"SAMMY? WHOS OUT THERE?"
I jumped out of Sam's arms and looked right at Dean.
"Holy shit."
He said as he stared at me in shock and fear, like he had just seen a ghost.
The first thing that I looked for was the mark on his arm, but it wasn't there.
It was gone.
"You're cured?"
I asked gently, my voice shaking.
"Scarlet...."
I shook my head and kept tears from falling.
"Oh my god...You got cured...and you never looked for me. After what you did... you never fucking looked for me?"
He shook his head and tried to take a step closer to me.
I immediately stepped back and watched as his face dropped.
"I thought I had killed you. I didn't know there was anything to look for. I watched you bleeding out...you couldn't have-"
"You left me there to die. To make it worse you looked back at me and said that I knew...That I knew you would choose Sam. What the fuck, Dean?"
My voice cracked, I ran my hand down my face.
I spent every day in physical therapy forming what I was going to say, how I was going to say it, and now it's gone.
"I mean look at you...you have no remorse, do you?"
Sam stood confused.
"Guys. What the hell is going on?"
I looked at my brother wearily.
"Do you want to tell him, or do you want him to hear it my way?"
I said looking smugly at Dean.
He took in a deep breath.
"Sammy...I lied to you when I told you what happened to Scar. She was really badly injured and so were you. In the state of mind that I was in, I dropped her and took you..."
Dean took a shaky breath and looked back at me, leaving Sam in complete shock.
"Scar, the minute I was cured I went online to see if there was a death record for one of your aliases, and I found your favorite one...I thought you were gone."
He turned back to Sam, who looked like he had nothing to say to him.
"I didn't have the heart to tell you what I did, Sammy, and I'm so sorry..."
I cleared my throat and wiped the tears that had fallen without my consent.
"I don't think that I could forgive you...I know that it wasn't the real you, but it's the fact that it wasn't a lie. You'd always choose Sam before me, and I'm not saying that choosing Sammy was or is a bad thing. I always want you to save my brother, but you could have saved me too. You knew that, so fuck you."
My voice cracked heavily and I pushed past Sam and Dean, running to my room where I sobbed like a wee child.
I know it's not a tough thing to do, but hunters aren't always strong.
There was a knock at my door and I opened it carefully, not bothering to wipe away my tears.
"Scarlet you can't hold this against me for the rest of my life. I lost you okay and I didn't know what to do. Should I have looked harder? Yes. You're still my baby sister. I can't have you hating me for something that I couldn't control."
I snickered at his remarks.
"Do you know how hard it is to look at you right now? I could have told Sam what really went down, and I would have, but that would have just made everything worse....every time you look at me I see the same person that stabbed me because I was 'a distraction'. "
I started crying again and turned my back on him. I could feel his pain.
"I can't forgive you for that. I'll probably never forgive you for that, Dean. You'll just have to deal with that."
Dean tried to say something, but I shut the door before he could get my name out.
Maybe one day I could look at Dean and see my brother again.
But for now all I see is the monster that tried to kill me for the life of my brother.
He might be able to look past it, but I can't.
I was at the time the Scar he left behind, but now he's the scar left on me.
I can't ever forgive him, and I won't ever forget.
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