Saving Sammi

Saving Sam

I had become so used to being the "damsel in distress" with the boys that I never once thought that I would have to help save anyone, especially either Sam or Dean. As usual, I was hanging out in the backseat of the car, passing the time by listening to some music instead of reading. I was really getting lost in the songs, so I was completely taken by surprise when someone opened the door and yanked me out of the car. The doors were locked this time, I promise you! I looked over to see Dean crawling into the backseat with Sam in his arms and then watched a set of car keys came flying at my face. Luckily, I played some sports in high school and had a pretty fast reflex when something was coming at me. I looked at Sam, who obviously needed medical attention, and then at Dean, who was applying pressure to Sam's wounds. Without even saying a word, I knew what I was being asked to do. I hopped into the driver's seat, shut the door, started up the ignition, and started driving like a bat out of hell. I had no idea where we were, so finding a hospital wasn't going to be easy, but I knew I would find one eventually. I spotted one of those blue "H" signs about five minutes later and let out a silent "yes!" Luckily it was only about another ten minutes to the hospital from that first blue sign. I pulled into the parking lot, jumped out of the car, and helped Dean get Sam out of the backseat. Other than playing sports, I had never worked my muscles so I wasn't that strong, but when you're afraid for someone's life, you tend to find strength you never knew existed (probably an adrenaline rush, but you get the picture). As soon as Dean got himself out of the car, he took Sam from my arms and ran for the hospital entrance. I locked up the Impala and rushed after him. "Someone please help me! My brother needs help!" Dean was usually quite calm about these things (these two were experts at near death experiences and flesh wounds), but this particular day he was a train wreck. Could it be my fault? Ever since I had first started "living" with the Winchesters, Sam was happier, which made Dean happier. They also began to notice a change in my demeanor as well. The once shy girl they had saved from Lucifer over a year ago was now starting to open up a little more about who she was and who she wanted to be. Was that why Dean was so intent on making sure Sam made it out of this alive? I mean, sure, they only had each other and Dean was the semi overprotective older brother, but it's quite possible that he was worried not just for himself but for me as well. Granted if anything ever DID happen to Sam, Dean would make it his duty to make sure to keep me safe as long as he possibly could. I was like a sister to him now (and not just because his brother was in love with me). Anyway, a few minutes after Dean's plea for help, two orderlies and a doctor came in wheeling a gurney towards us. Dean placed Sam on the gurney and we watched as they took him away through the double doors marked "no admittance beyond this point". Dean took a seat in the waiting room and put his face into his hands. I walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Sam's going to be ok, right? I mean, you guys have faced much worse than this." He put his hand over mine, looked up at me and said, "He's a fighter. And you're right, we have both been through much worse. Sam will be just fine." Dean actually gave me a smile, followed by this gem: "Besides, he has something new to fight for." What was I supposed to say to that? I just sat down next to Dean and didn't say another word. We sat in silence for what seemed like a lifetime (it was really only about twenty minutes) before Dean announced that he was going to find something to drink. He asked me if I wanted anything, which I did, and he walked off to go find us some drinks. After Dean left, I sat there with my head in my hands and I cried. I'm not usually this emotional, but something inside me just snapped, and the water works started up. What was happening??? I admitted that I was starting to fall for Sam, definitely not as fast as he had fallen for me, but I knew it was there. Had I been fooling myself? Was I really falling faster than I thought? I was still crying when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up through my tears to see Dean standing there with our drinks. He put them down on the chair next to me and motioned for me to get up and give him a hug. I followed his lead and laid my head on his shoulder as I continued to cry for Sam. Dean rubbed my back and I said, "Why am I feeling like this? I have never been this much of an emotional wreck before." I heard him laugh, then he said, "Because you've never been in love before. It's a new experience for you." "I knew I was starting to feel something for your brother," I said, "but I didn't think I was falling that hard. I guess I was wrong." We were still locked in an embrace when the doctor finally emerged from behind those double doors. Dean told me to wait where I was while he went over to talk to the doctor. After waiting for what seemed like forever, he made his way back to me with a huge smile on his face. "Sam is going to be just fine. They are moving him to a room right now, and we'll be able to go see him in a few minutes." I was so excited to hear this news that I jumped right up into Dean's arms for a celebratory hug. "The doctor also said that if we had gotten here five minutes later, there may have been some complications as Sam had lost a lot of blood." "So you're saying I pretty much saved Sam's life?" I was in shock. "You and your speedy driving," Dean smiled at me. "Where did you learn to drive like that?" "I guess from watching you," I laughed. "Sam is going to be so jealous when he hears that you got to drive Baby," Dean said. "I mean, I let him drive from time to time, but he has to fight me for the keys." "Under the circumstances, I'm sure he'll understand," I told him. The doctor came back out and asked us to follow him. We both stood outside the door, looking in to see if Sam was awake or asleep. Dean nudge me to go first. I walked up next to the bed and almost started crying again when I saw how beat up Sam truly was. I looked back at Dean who mouthed the words "go on", so I turned back around and put my hands around Sam's right hand. He opened up those big hazel eyes of his, looked right at me, and smiled. Even though he had been through hell and back, this man was still smiling! I felt the tears starting up again, and turned back toward the door to look for Dean's assistance, but he wasn't there. Thanks a lot, Dean. Now Sam was about to see me cry. I took a deep breath and looked back toward Sam. "What's with the tears, sweetheart? I'm not dead." I couldn't help but crack a little smile at that one. I wiped my eyes and said, "You're welcome. Apparently my fast driving skills saved you from any permanent damage." "Dean let you drive Baby?" Sam was still smiling. "And I didn't even have to fight for the keys," I said. "He literally threw them at me." "Well I'm just glad you got me here in time," Sam said. "I guess I owe you my life." I smiled back at him and said, "You don't owe me anything. You have saved me more than once before." "True," Sam replied. "So what was with the tears then?" I guess now was a better time than any to tell Sam the honest truth about my feelings. "I've never been this emotional before, but then again, I have never had a reason to be emotional. Being alone for so long, I never had any reason to cry, but now..." Sam looked me in the eyes and said, "You have a reason to be so emotional?" "I guess my feelings for you are stronger than I originally thought," I told him. "Really?" Yep. You guessed it. He flashed that gorgeous smile. I heard Dean out in the hallway saying, "Just tell him already!" I giggled, looked at Sam and said, "Sam Winchester, I believe I have fallen in love with you." "I love you too, beautiful," he said right before he pulled me down to him for a kiss.