Supernatural Imagines

Don't Wanna Go - Sam Winchester x Teen! Reader [Angst]

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Dying! Teen! Reader (Platonic)

Imagine you, a teen (age 16) that has been living and hunting with the Winchesters for a couple years,  you getting badly hurt (on the edge to death) on a hunt with them and you don't want to leave Sam, because he's like a father to you.

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      "Cmon, (Y/n). You gotta stay with us!" Dean said frustrated and scared as he drove the Impala faster trying to find a nearest hospital. You and the Winchesters went on a hunt for a demon, but unfortunately there were 5 more demons at the area they were at. One of the demons cut you deep into your stomach, making you bleed too much blood. Dean prayed for Castiel to help heal her but he wasn't answering.
       Sam sat in the backseat, holding you close to him as you cried into his chest from the pain and fear of losing your life.
    "Sam, it hurts. It hurts too much! I'm scared, I don't want to leave, please!" Sam ran his calloused fingers through your tangled hair,
    "It's gonna be okay, kiddo. We're almost to a nearby hospital. It's gonna be okay, it's gonna be alright..." Sam could feel his fear of losing you. You were the closest to being his "daughter." He lost so many people he loved and cared for, he didn't want to lose you next. You were only 16, you didn't deserve to be on the brink of death.
       "Sam, I don't wanna go, please! I want to stay with you! I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go...." she kept rambling those words in panic, more tears coming out from her eyes. After a minute, her rambling suddenly quiet down. Dean looked behind his seat, his eyes gleaming with hints of tears,
      "Sam? How is she? Why's she quiet all of a sudden!? Sam!?" Sam put a bloody hand on the side of (Y/n)'s neck.
No pulse.
   "Dean...she's dead." Dean halted the car into an abrupt stop,
"Son of a bitch!"

         The next day, Sam and Dean gathered wood to create a hunter's funeral for you. They wrapped your body with a white sheet and gently placed your corpse on the wooden stand (or whatever it's called). Dean threw a match onto your body as they both watched your body slowly burn. Dean looked over to see Sam more sad than usual during the hunter funerals. Dean frowned sadly,

"Sam... I know how much she meant to you..." Sam just looked at the burning corpse,
   "Dean, she was everything to me. She made me feel what it's like to have a child, she always impressed me and admired me. But I have to see none of that now from her. She was just a kid." Dean hugged Sam protectively,
    "Sam, you know that this job doesn't allow us to save everyone we meet." Sam hugged his brother back, a tear escaping from his eye,
     "Yeah, I know."

Why did death have to take away such a young, beautiful creation?

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Death doesn't discriminate
Between the sinners and the saints
It takes and it takes and it takes
And we keep living anyway.
We rise and we fall and we break
And we make our mistakes.
And if there's a reason I'm still alive
When everyone who loves me has died
I'm willing to wait for it.