30+ Days of Team Free Will Imagines

Day Two

Prompt: Imagine Sam being pissed at you because you almost died saving him on a hunt.

Tags: Female!Reader, Reader/Sam Winchester, Hurt!Reader

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Hurts.

"Stay with me, baby. Just stay with me."

But it hurts.

"No, don't close your eyes. Keep looking at me. You have to stay awake."

Why? Wouldn't it be better to sleep?

"You're going to be okay. You're going to be just fine."

I am? How do you know?

"Everything's going to be alright. Just stay with me, sweetheart."

But sleep sounds so lovely. Nothing would hurt anymore.

"Please, stay awake."

Sleep

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Beep... beep... beep...

Sam hates the sound. He runs his fingers through his hair and stairs down at the figure on the bed. You look so small, skin impossible pale against the white sheets. He reaches out to lay his hand over yours, trying to imagine away all the tubes and wires.

"Sam."

He looks up to see Dean standing in the doorway, coffee cups in both hands.

"I think I got it right," he says, holding one out to his brother. "I don't know how you can ruin perfectly good coffee that way, but whatever."

"Thanks," Sam murmurs, taking the cup. He curls his fingers around it to warm them, but doesn't drink.

"I talked to the doctor again," Dean continues. "Asked if there was anything other options. He said all that's left to do is treat her injuries and wait to see if the swelling goes down."

Sam nods, turning his coffee and finally taking a small sip. It's not quite as sweet as he prefers it, but he can't bring himself to care.

"She's going to be fine." Dean lays a hand on his brother's shoulder. "She's a fighter. It's gonna take me than this to bring her down. Just you wait." Sam doesn't respond. "I'm gonna run back to the motel to shower and change. You should come with."

Sam shakes his head. "I can't leave her."

"Dude, you reek."

"Don't care. 'M not going."

"Alright, I won't force you. But you're going to have to shower sometime."

When Sam is silent, Dean shrugs and leaves. Sam drinks a little more of his coffee, hunched over in the tiny plastic chair by your bed, and blinks back the stinging in his eyes. He won't cry. He refuses.

Why couldn't you have just stayed at the Bunker like he'd asked? He'd known this hunt was too dangerous. You're still new to hunting and ghouls are never an easy hunt. He'd tried to insist on you staying behind, but you gave him that look he can't seem to refuse, and now you're in a coma.

Despite his best efforts, Sam can't seem to stop himself from replaying the events of the past week over and over.

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"You're not coming, Y/N, and that's final!"

"Sam, how am I ever going to get better if you don't let me hunt?"