Supernatural, Seasons 6-10: (Sam Winchester x Female!Reader)

Mannequin 3: The Reckoning

Sam is unconscious on the floor, with Dean and (Name) leaning over him. "Sam? Sam." Dean said, shaking him. "S-sam? Oh, come on." (Name) said, lightly patting his cheek to wake him but Sam remain unmoved.

(Name) places her hand to his neck to feel for a pulse, finding it to be very weak. She turns to Dean with tears in her eyes and Dean shakes him more forcefully. "Sammy! Come on, come on. Come on, damn it." He said, emotionally.

(Name) squeezes Sam's hand tight with both her hands. "Sam please... come back to us." She pleaded, tearfully. Sam's eyes open, hellfire flickering in them and then they fade out as he groans and exhales sharply.

"Sam?!" (Name) said, relieved. "Hey, hey, hey, you with us?" Dean asked Sam, who breathes deeply and groans. "Come on. Come on, got to get you out of here." Dean said, hauling Sam off the floor. "We got you, honey." (Name) said, taking Sam's arm and helping him to the door with Dean.

(Name's) P.O.V
Sam is leaning against the Impala, groaning while pinching the bridge of his nose. Dean was at a food truck nearby getting lunch while I stood next to Sam, soothingly rubbing his back. "Do you need to lie down?" I asked him and Sam shook his head. "No... I don't think so."

Dean walks over with a bag of food and drink carrier with three drinks in it. "How you feel?" He asked Sam. "Like I got hit by a... planet." Sam replied. "On a scale of Mercury to Jupiter?" I asked and Sam shook his head. "Earth I guess?" He muttered and I grimace at the thought of how much pain he's in right now.

"Well, lucky for you, I'm a doctor. I got joe, grub, and..." Dean said, holding up a container of pills and shakes it. "What are they?" Sam asked. "Effective." Dean replied. "I'm okay. Thanks." Sam said, holding up his coffee. "Suit yourself." Dean said, stuffing the container in his pocket.

Sam exhales sharply. "So, how long was I out, again?" He asked. "Like two or three minutes. Why, what'd it feel like to you?" I asked. "About a week, give or take." Sam replied. "You want to talk about it?" I asked. "It?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, whatever that was. I mean, it was like you were freakin' electrocuted." Dean said and Sam goes quiet for a moment then shakes his head. "Look, I mean, it wasn't fun, but I-I'm... fine." He said. "Fine. It was Hell, wasn't it?" I asked him and Sam shook his head.

"You got a big, fat faceful of hell. Ever cross your mind that you could've died?" Dean asked. "Oh, come on." Sam murmured. "We're serious. And none of this it's just a flesh wound crap. Cause we did it your way. We let you go explore, and every bad thing that we said would happen, happened. So guess what? Past stays past. We're not kicking that wall again." Dean said, firmly.

"So I'm supposed to just ignore it?" Sam asked. "Yes." Dean and I replied. "Guys... I might've done... who knows what, and you want me to just forget about it?" Sam asked. "You shove it down, and you let it come out in spurts of violence and alcoholism." Dean said.

"That sounds healthy." Sam said, sarcastically. "Well, works for me." Dean replied. "Oh yeah and you're the poster boy of a well adjusted man." I said in a sarcastic tone as Sam sighs heavily. "Shut up." Dean retorted.

"As much as I hate to agree with Dean on shoving the bad things down and not talk about them... he's right. This isn't a joke, Sam. Your life is on the line here. I know it's tearing you up but this could kill you or might even do something worse. This is one thing that's not up for debate." I argued and Sam looks down at the ground.

"She's right. I mean, first you were a-a soulless dickbag, and now you're not. So we good?" Dean asked. "Yeah. Sure." Sam murmured. "Good." Dean said and there's a moment of silence between the three of us.

"Well, let's get your mind off it, shall we? You, uh, up for a job?" Dean asked, taking out a newspaper. "Well, what do you got?" Sam asked. "Janitor murdered in a college lab last night. Doors were locked, nobody else in or out of the building." Dean explains.