Supernatural Imagines

(Reader x Sam)

Imagine: Getting hurt on a hunt

Warnings: None

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"I'll take the front with Y/n," Sam said to the group. "Dean, you go around to the side." 

Dean rolled his eyes, not liking that his younger brother was telling him what to do. He headed around to the side anyway a few seconds later. 

"Ready?" He asked.

"Always." You replied as you positioned your gun in front of you. 

"There are only 5 demons in here." He reminded you as he slowly turned the doorknob and stepped inside.

You followed closely behind him, going in opposite directions once you got inside. Dean had already killed one, which was now laying in the hallway. You continued to scan the rooms, finding nothing. You looked over to Sam, who shrugged his shoulders. "Where were the demons?"  You asked yourself.

He motioned his finger towards the basement. You nodded your head and started making your way down the steps, Sam following closely behind. The steps creaked as you continued to descend. 

Halfway down the stairs, you felt something grab your leg from underneath the stairs, making you lose your balance. You tumbled the rest of the way down, landing on the concrete floor. 

Sam quickly made his way down to you, scanning you over to make sure you were okay, before going around to the back of the stairs. 

He fired three shots, three thuds of bodies hitting the floor were heard moments later. Only one left. 

As if on perfect cue, the last demon emerged from the shadows. 

You grabbed your gun and aimed for it, only for the demon to kick it out of your hands moments later. It raised you up from your shoulders before slamming your head into the wall. 

Darkness began to fill your vision. 

Sam shot the last demon before you faded off. 

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"Should we take her to the hospital?" You could hear Dean ask. 

"Where the hell is Cas?" Sam said, almost yelling. 

"I don't know, I can try praying again, but he's not answering," Dean said as you heard him walk out of the room. 

Your whole body ached as you tried to move. Your head felt like it was pulsating.

You opened your eyes a few seconds later, your vision slightly blurry. You rubbed your eyes, and you began to see more clearly. Sam stood facing the door as he rubbed his forehead with one hand. 

He must have heard you shuffling because he turned around seconds later. 

"Thank God, Y/n. How are you feeling?" He asked as he took a seat on the side of the bed with you. 

"Why are you?" You tried, acting with your best-confused face. 

"What?" He asked as sadness invaded his eyes. 

"Joking, it's a joke." You said quickly, forming a soft smile across your face. 

"That is so not funny." He said, relief washing over his face.

"It's a little funny." You said before giving his cheek a quick kiss. "Thanks for saving my ass." 

"Of course." He finished as a wide smile formed across his face.