Supernatural Imagines

Saved Sam Winchester X Reader

"Tell me where they are!" The man with black eyes screamed at you.

"I don't know! Who are you talking about? Please! I have no idea!" You were tied to a chair in your house. Blood ran down your face freely. Deep cuts scattered your body, a purple bruise covered your left eye, and your hair a tangled mess around your face.

"You know, the Winchesters. One is a moose with about shoulder length brown hair. The other a squirrel, shorter than the moose. You gave them information the other day about my whereabouts. That wasn't yours to give. WHERE ARE THEY!?" The man screamed and slid the blade across your right cheek, cutting deep. Tears streamed down your face, mixing with the crimson blood that spilled across your cheek.

"They were FBI! I had to, its the law. What are you?" Your energy was running low, your eyes barely about to stay open from the major blood loss.

"They weren't FBI, they pretended. Like they pretend to be heroes, like they pretend to help people. Now tell me where they are!" The man smacked you across your face. Leaving a large bruise across your left cheek.

"What are you? Why are you doing this?" You asked, hot tears streamed down your face.

"I am a demon and my purpose is to get those creatures to tell me what they told you." He spat, swinging the knife around.

"I hear you want some info from us?" A short man with freckles holding a knife came running into your apartment along with a really tall man with long brown hair. You realized that these were the pretend FBI agents that the demon was talking about.

"Sam and Dean, moose and squirrel! Yes, I do. Perhaps a trade? The girl for what you told her about me?" He walked over to you, sliding the knife across your collarbone lightly so it wouldn't leave a cut. "So what do you say about our deal?"

"Your deal my ass!" The guy called Dean ran over to the demon, knife in hand. The two started to fight. Dean got knocked in the head pretty good, but the demon got Dean's shin to his balls. Sam got you untied and got you out of your house.

"Can you stand?" Sam asked as he lead you down the stairs to outside.

"I can manage." You let go of Sam and nearly fell down the stairs if it weren't for the large pair of hands that caught you.

"I'll take that as a no." He ended up picking you up bridal style and carrying you to their '67 Impala. Sam set you down in the back seat.

"Thank you... Sam." You passed out because of your blood loss.

"Dean! Lets go!" Sam yelled, getting in the passenger seat. Dean came running out with a few small bruises and cuts. He grabbed the keys from his jacket pocket and hopped into the Impala.

"How is she?" Dean looked back at you.

"She passed out from the blood loss. We need to get her to our motel fast so I can stitch her up." Sam said, Dean started the car and drove the 10 minutes to the hotel they were staying at.

Sam picked you up and carried you inside. Dean grabbed the medical kit from the trunk and gave it to Sam. Grabbing a needle, thread, and bandages to wrap you up with. The process took over an hour for Sam to stitch up every cut that needed it. He layed you on his bed, watching you until you woke up. Dean went out for a drink, or at least that's what he said.

"Sam? Where am I?" You opened your eyes from being passed out. You noticed the stitches and ugly bruises the covered your body.

"Your in the hotel we got for the night. I have something to ask." He said, the needle and thread still in his hands.

"Yeah?" You sat up but pain rip through your upper back. Remembering the first deep cut the demon gave you was right where your bra strap was, that was when he broke into your house and attacked you.

"That cut on your back, I need to stitch it up. I was waited until you woke up just in case you didn't want me too." You thought about letting him, he did do a pretty good job on the rest.

"Alright." You took off your shirt an unhooked your bra. Pulling your hair to the side, you pulled the covers from the bed up to your bare chest.

Sam stitched you up, never trying to get a peek. He wrapped a bandage around it for extra protection against germs.

"Can you hook my bra, please? I cant reach it without breaking the stitches." You asked. Sam of course helped you out. His tender hands being gentle on your hurt skin. You pulled your shirt over your head.

"Can I stay for tonight? You can sleep in the same bed as me. I don't mind, I just don't want to go back. I'm afraid more of them with come." You asked, fear flooded your eyes.

"Sure." Sam replied, smiling.

"Thank God." Your head hit the pillow immediately and you fell asleep. Sam just chuckled and curled up next to you, wrapping his arms around you.

"Goodnight (Y/N)." Sam said and fell asleep as well.

Author's Note

I will be gone today through Thursday, so I wont be able to post any imagines, but I will still accept requests! Thanks for reading!