Supernatural Imagines

What Would I Do Without You?

Requested by wnchxstxr
Request: "...I would like it to be with Sam, and just like the cute Adam one (Doctor Who one) and Kevin! My name is Ryleigh, and I have red hair, blue eyes, and my friends call me Ry! With lots of fluff please?"

"Okay," I said with my hands on hips. "You have your cell phone, charger, a laptop, guns, knife, salt, journal, clothes, and lighter right?"

Dean nodded at me from the stairs, duffle bag in his hand. "Yes Ryleigh! You have gone over this three times!"

I rolled my eyes. "And I will go over it three more just to make sure you are prepared! Remember what happened last time?"

"Yes," Dean sighed. "I will be back in a few days okay? You just have to help Sam around for a few days."

I nodded and gave Dean a small smile. On the last hunt, Sam had somehow fell down the stairs and twisted his ankle. It was my job to help him around the bunker, and I didn't mind. I loved spending time with Sam, but I didn't want to smother him.

"Wish me luck!" Dean called as he trudged up the stairs.

"Luck!" I called back. Just as Dean passed through the door, I shouted for him to wait.

Dean turned around and raised and eyebrow. "What Ry?"

I smiled. "I baked a pie. It's in your bag just in case of you want it" I yelled up the stairs.

Dean grinned and laughed before heading out the door. After the door had slammed shut, I turned around to the library. Sam was in his room, probably reading.

Beer bottles scattered the tables of the library, as well as books being littered around. I let out a deep sigh and started clearing away the beer bottles and putting the books back into their right places.

Having a place to actually settle down was awesome, but Sam and Dean seriously needed to start cleaning up their messes. Just because I am a women doesn't mean that I am going to cook and clean for them.

Just as I got done putting up the books I heard a faint yelp and a loud thud. I chuckled and shook my head. Sam was trying to get out of bed. Again.

Honestly, this is like the fourth time that man has tried to get out of bed today. And what have I told him? He needs to keep his ass in bed and let his ankle heal.

I made my way to Sam's room, picking up a water bottle on the way there. Maybe Sam had tried to get up because he needed something? I don't know, I told him I would grab anything he needs.

His door was open when I got to his room, and I when I entered the threshold, I saw that he was lying on the floor. His back was to the floor, and his injured ankle was on top of his bed.

I laughed, which made Sam to turn and look at me with a sheepish smile on his face.

"Oh Sam," I chuckled. "What were you trying to do this time?"

"Uh...I was going to find you actually. See if you needed any help."

I felt my face start to get red. I laughed and crouched down to his level. "Sam, how could you help me? You can barely walk on your own."