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

Devil Tales No Tale

Trigger warning: This chapter will be discussing Sam's time in hell, mention of sexual assault and torture

Sam sat at a table in a motel room, attempting to do some research while Dean is out getting drunk at a bar again and (Name) sat on one of the beds nearby, playing on her 3DS. All was quiet and peaceful...

"Whoa!" Lucifer exclaimed, causing Sam's body to jerk subtly in annoyance at his voice. He takes a seek peek up from his laptop and jumps when he sees a large fire shooting up from the frying pan Lucifer was using in the kitchen area of the motel room. He was also wearing an pink apron with red lettering that says: Kiss The Cook

"Looks like my eggs are gonna be a little burnt." Lucifer said, smirking and looks over his shoulder at Sam. "You want some?" He asked, lifting the currently on fire pan off the stove top and aiming it at Sam, who quickly slides back in his chair.

(Name) lifts her head up from the tiny screen in her hands at the sound of Sam's chair scraping on the floor and sees him fearfully staring at the empty kitchen area, not a fire in sight.

"Sammy?" She said, worriedly and Sam flinched again as Lucifer snickers. "I'm fine." Sam muttered in a strained tone, forcing his attention back to his computer and attempting to ignore Lucifer.

(Name) frown and quickly saved her game before closing her device and getting up from the bed she was lounging on. "You know you've been researching for five hours straight. Why not take a break and take a power nap?" She suggested, walking over to the table.

Even if he wanted to, Lucifer wouldn't allow time for that. The second Sam even though about closing his laptop, Lucifer was right there, leaning over his shoulder as he growled, "Wanna cuddle, Sam? I'll be the big spoon and you be wittle spoon." right into his ear.

Sam's hand squeezed the edge of the table tightly, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. "I can't. I have to keep researching. We have to find these damn leviathans."

(Name) pressed her lips into a thin line, feeling a mix of worried and frustrated. "Sam the research will still be there when you wake up. It's okay to step away for a moment."

The temptation to snap at (Name) was there, Sam could feel it, but he fought it back. "You don't understand." He said through gritted teeth, keeping his eyes focused on the screen of his laptop. Lucifer let out a low chuckle, leaning his chin on Sam's shoulder as he watches him struggle.

"I know I don't. I can't even begin to imagine what you're going through right now and I'm not gonna pretend like I do. But I do know this isn't healthy and I'm really worried about you." (Name) replied, standing her ground.

Sam was fighting a loosing battle, he could feel himself slipping but couldn't bring himself to admit it. Everything hurt, his head was throbbing, his body ached, running on only couple hours of sleep for each day.

"I'm fine. I'm okay." He said weakly, unable to look her in the eye as Lucifer placed a hand on his shoulder, his nails cutting through the fabric of his shirt and into the soft skin.

(Name) clutch her jaw, pain plastered all over her face in an instant. She sprinted to his side, placing her hands to his cheeks and turning his head to look at her. "No. You're not." She said sternly as she looks deeply into his kaleidoscope eyes that no longer held the warm glow they once did.

Sam winced at the warm and familiar touch of her skin, sending a wave of pain through him as if her touch burned. When he met her gaze, Sam felt like the air was snatched from his lungs. Even though he attempted to put on a straight face, the sadness in his eyes was clear. He was in so much pain and exhaustion.