something in the orange, spn [ 2 ]

021. sam's hallucinations

Sam is asleep on the couch and Libby is squished between him and the back of the couch, also asleep.

"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.

"Ew." Natalie grimaces, shivering in disgust and discomfort.

"Okay." Jacob covers her eyes. "We'll be over here." He drags her to Bobby's desk. Natalie gags. "Yeah, I know, sweetheart." He mumbles, rubbing her back.

"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, making him wrap his arm around her.

"Awww, sweet. Lil baby wants to comfort her daddy." Hallucifer gushes to Sam, pouting at Libby. Sam slightly tenses up which only makes Libby curl into him more.

"You think?" Dean retorts. Larissa pinches him.

"Dean." Natalie warns. "I will beat you up again."

"Hey. Go a little easy." Bobby says. "And no fighting with people under 18 around."

"Oh, no, he wouldn't wanna dare piss anybody else off." Ophelia mutters, rolling her eyes.

"There's nothing easy about it, Bobby, okay? We acted like he had everything under control." Dean says.

"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 guys 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.

"I told you." Sam says.

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

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