Comfort Crowd Δ SPN [ 1 ]

109. HALLUCINATIONS

Sam and Libby are asleep on the couch, Libby snuggled close to Sam so she doesn't fall off.

"Sammy, hey." Sam jumps awake, looking to find his brother in front of him. He looks down, Libby stirring in her sleep. "Whoa. That's twelve hours straight, I'm calling that rested. Here." He gives Sam a water bottle and power bar. "Hydrate and, uh, protein-ate."

"Breakfast in bed." Sam mutters.

"Don't get used to it. Let me see that hand." Dean says, grabbing Sam's left hand. He removes the bandage and inspects the stitches.

"Ugh." Ophelia shivers in disgust at the stitches and wound before walking to Bobby's desk. She hates stitches.

"Eh, you'll live. Here." Dean pours whiskey over the wound making Sam hiss. "All right, take it easy."

"So, ooze invasion. Any leads?" Sam asks.

"I got all my feelers out. Whatever they're up to, it ain't about going Mothra down Main Street. They'll turn up. You seem pretty eager to stretch your legs, you know." Bobby says, putting a new bandage on Sam's hand.

"Now onto our bigger problem. How you doin'? And do not say okay." Dean says.

"I'm not okay." Sam says. Libby sits up, despite still feeling tired, and she leans against Sam's arm.

"Awww, sweet. Lil baby wants to comfort her daddy." Hallucifer gushes to Sam, pouting at Libby. Sam slightly tenses up which only makes Libby hug his arm.

"You think?" Dean retorts.

"Hey. Go a little easy." Bobby says.

"Yeah, careful, dad. Don't wanna anger another Winchester." Ophelia says.

"There's nothing easy about it, Bobby, okay? We acted like he had everything under control." Dean says. "And watch it." He tells Ophelia who rolls her eyes.

"I get it. I'm sorry. Look, I-I didn't exactly want to crack up, you know?" Sam says.

"What the hell happened back there?" Dean asks.

"Well, it's not just flashbacks anymore." Sam says.

"Well then what?"

"It's more like... I'm seeing through the cracks."

"What does that mean?"

"It means I'm having a difficult time figuring out what's real."

"Hallucinations."

"For starters."

"Well for starters, if you're tripping Hell's Bells, why would you hide that?" Dean asks.

"I wasn't hiding it, Dean, I--I was just not talking about it." Sam says.

"Those are very different." Ophelia comments.

"I mean it seemed like you two had enough going on as it was. Look, I--I just figured, try to hold onto the safety bar and ride it out, you know? But it's getting more specific." Sam says.

"As in specifically what?" Dean asks.

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"What the hell, Sam?" Dean asks. He gives a glass of whiskey to Bobby, having one for himself. Sam is now sitting on the chair at Bobby's desk with Libby on his lap and Ophelia is sitting in Bobby's desk chair.

"I told you." Sam says.

"I mean, seriously, how do you-- how do you argue with that?" Dean asks.

"I know. It's a problem." Sam says.