Saving people (young Winchesters x reader)

chapter 4:

[SAM WINCHESTER'S POV:]

I was so worried, I knew something was off, but this was not good. It's funny how you can feel so protective over the person you just met, or maybe it's just me.

Either way, I had to help her.

Where the hell did that blood come from?

"(Y/N)?"

I asked as she started to sway.

Shit.

"Here let me help..."

I walked around the table, about to help her out of here, but she just fell. No, she passed out.

Dammit.

What am I supposed to do now?

"Dammit, Sam..." Dean walked around, bending down about to pick up (Y/N). "No, I've got her!" I exclaimed, reaching down.

"You can't even pick her up..." Dean said in a challenging voice.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

"Yes, I can."

I argued. "All you can pick up is your grades, Sammy." He smirked. I scoffed, gathering all my strength, picking (Y/N) steadily.

"Okay fine...you can pick her up, so what?" Dean said, standing near me, probably because he thought I'd drop her.

But I wouldn't.

Because I was stronger than most people thought.

I was more than a shaggy haired nerd.

I could do more.

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I sat beside the hospital bed, holding a magazine the nurse gave me. I wasn't reading it, but I was staring at (Y/N).

She was beathing, but pale.

This scared me...because I like this girl.

She's perfect.

And she's super sweet, and her accent is the cutest thing. It makes my heart melt, and it makes my eyes stare. Her (Y/E/C) eyes are the most beautiful color... you could get lost just looking at them.

"Sam?" she squeaked, sitting up from the hospital bed.

My eyes went wide, I smiled helping her sit up. "I'm so happy you're awake..." I said, letting out a relieved sigh.

She smiled too, looking at me.

"What happened?"

She questioned, her smile fading. "Um...you started, like coughing blood. You tried to leave, but you fell..." I explained, grabbing her hand in both of mine.

"Dammit...Dammit!"

She sat up straight, looking around. "Hey, hey...it's okay. You're okay now." Her eyes snapped over to me.

"No, No it's not..." I could see tears in her eyes.

What was wrong?

"Hey...what's up?" I asked, tilting my head. "I- ", she paused, sighing. "Sam...I got heart cancer..."

My heart stopped...I froze.

What did she just say?

Heart cancer?

What the hell.

She didn't deserve this. Why her...this wasn't fair. Finally...someone who excepts me...a girl! I like her.

"What..."

I raised a brow, not sure if I heard her right. She sighed, looking down. "I have stage two heart cancer..." she said a little louder, her voice breaking a little.

Tears filled my own eyes. I inhaled a big breath, "Wow...that's-" I shook my head. I felt slightly frustrated she didn't tell me, but I don't blame her.

"Um, Why- Why didn't you tell me?" I said, sitting back down in the chair, my voice sounding a little mad.

"Sam...I don't want no special treatment. I don't want no one to go easy on me...I just- it's not that awful. Just stage two-" I couldn't do it anymore. So, I cut her off. "It is that bad! If you don't get that treated soon, you could die!" I exclaimed, putting my hands on my head.

She couldn't die.

She's probably the closest friend I'd ever had. "Sam, I can't do nothin about it..." I heard a small sob come from her.

I looked up, seeing tears streaming down her face.

I sighed, feeling a little bad about yelling. I stood up, walking over and sitting down next to her on the hospital bed, putting an arm around her.

"Why not?"

I asked, in a softer voice.

"I don't got the money...Jessie won't pay it...Jordan says I'd be fine..."

Who's Jordan and Jessie?

She's probably talking about her parents, but just to make sure and not assume I better ask.

"Who's Jessie and Jordan?" I questioned, tilting my head to get a better look at her face.

"My adopted parents...but that's not the point, Sam. I don't have anything anymore...I ain't got nothing to pay it with." She sighed, rubbing a hand over her face.

"Ya know...I just- I hate the feelin, like I am here, but I ain't. Like I got someone...but I don't.... like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but right here..." she laid her head on my shoulder, making my heart melt.

"how much money are they asking for the surgery?" I questioned an idea blooming in my head.

"Well... I mean I guess I've been savin up. But I haven't been able to earn any more money lately, but... if you subtract what I've already earned... about 70 dollars left..."

I sighed at her words, feeling awful.

What she must be going through.... she needed someone.

And that someone would be me.

I'd take care of her.

I started running my fingers through her hair, then an idea came into my head. "Hey...don't worry about the money..." I said, starting to get up from the bed. "Really?" she asked, as I sat on the edge of the bed.

I nodded, making her grin. "Thanks, Sam..." she leaned forward, kissing me on the cheek. I blushed.

She just kissed my cheek.

Maybe she likes me back.

No, Sam. Don't overexaggerate. It was probably just a friendly gesture.

I chuckled at my thoughts, "I'll be back..." I got up, rushing toward the exit.