𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣 [s. winchester]

003: family therapy

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟛

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𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕪

Sam had been lost in his thoughts while staring at his 'sleeping' brother. The rhythmic beep of the monitor keeping him from drowning in them. Beep. Beep. Beep. punctured into his brain in between jumbled sentences. He stared at Dean hoping that he would stare back. Yet he couldn't help but notice how relaxed Dean looked. Sam decided that he would let his brother sleep a bit longer as he wracked his brain searching for a memory of Dean looking as peaceful as he did now. Well he wasn't really sleeping, but Sam decided that's what he would say instead of the reality. If he thought about it too much it would swallow him whole.

Sam checked his watch listening to the rhythmic tick tick clash with the beep beep from the machines. He couldn't help but huff seeing how much time had passed. It had been about 20 minutes since he last saw John. He had argued with John again. He had muttered to Sam something about getting a coffee and asking some questions before rushing out the door, not even sparing Dean a glance. Sam felt the irritation and anger start to burn through his body as he silently watched over Dean, jaw ticking in annoyance. Sam never called John dad when they argued; sometimes he felt he didn't deserve that title. This was one of those moments.

If it wasn't the hunt for the stupid demon none of them would be in this mess. If it wasn't for their father's twisted obsession with the demon maybe they'd have a normal childhood? Maybe they would've been close with their father? Maybe... Jess wouldn't have died? Maybe Dean would've been fine and healthy? He closed his eyes while heaving a sigh chasing memories at Stanford. A few months felt like years and he found the memories getting blurrier overtime. Sam couldn't help but wonder how different his life would be if none of this had happened; how different Dean's life would be.

He heard a knock at the door and snapped his head up, mentally preparing himself for some kind of monster or John (right now he would prefer a monster). Sam's shoulders slumped slightly relieved to see it was neither, but his guard was still up. Maybe this could be a demon, but whoever she was, she certainly did not look like one.

She was standing in the doorway with her knuckle on the door mid knock. The first thing he noticed was how nervous this girl looked. Her posture screamed discomfort as she tensed her hands and shuffled her feet. Despite the anxiousness pouring out her in waves and filling the room, Sam couldn't help but soak in her face. Her cheeks were rosy and eyes were wide. They were the type of eyes that not just looked at you but looked in you. Her hair cascaded past her shoulders and she had a nervous expression on her face. There was no way she could be a demon. His gaze moved down to her mouth and ah... it was moving.

"Hi are you Sam?"

Alarm bells should've gone off. The Winchesters were in a vulnerable position, and somehow this stranger knew his real name. The hospital didn't even know their real names so who the hell was she. Sam looked into her eyes (they were brown he noticed) and she just stared right back. He wasn't gonna say yes, he was going to say no she's got the wrong person. He opened his mouth to respond.