30+ Days of Team Free Will Imagines

Day Fourteen

Prompt: Imagine getting injured on a hunt and Sam stitching you up, feeling terrible about causing you pain + Imagine Sam finding out about your doctor skills and the fact that you dropped out of medicine school after a Demon killed your family.

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

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The ghost screeches as you swing the iron bar through its torso, and the vanishes. You whirl to take in the dark cemetery, looking out for its reappearance. Sam gets up from where the ghost threw him into a tombstone. Dean rubs a hand over his face and lets his shotgun drop a little.

"Where did it go?" the elder Winchester asks.

"No clue," you respond. "It could be any- augh!"

The cry of pain bursts from you as sharp claws rake down your back. You double over as they tear into your stomach.

"Y/N!" Sam shouts.

You hear the sound of Dean's shotgun and the click of a lighter. Faintly you're aware of Sam throwing the lighter into the grave and the scream of the ghost. Then strong arms surround you, pulling you to a firm chest.

"I've got you," Sam murmurs, carefully sliding one arm behind your knees, the other behind your shoulders so he can carry you. You let your head loll against his chest. You're crying, you notice. It hurts. Of course you're crying.

"How bad it is?" Dean asks, stepping closer.

"Bad," your boyfriend says. "But not bad enough to need a hospital. We need to get her back to the motel."

You're moving now, swaying gently with Sam's steps. He continues to speak to you in a low, soothing voice, but it doesn't do much to ease the pain. In fact, the movement makes it worse.

Dean helps Sam get into the back seat and gives him a blanket from the trunk. Sam wraps the blanket around your torso in a sort of makeshift temporary bandage. He holds you while Dean drives. You're not sure how fast he's driving, but judging by the passing of the streetlights, he's pushing the speed limit. You close your eyes and let it all fade away.

X X X X X X

Suddenly the car stops and Dean jumps out. He pulls open the door and puts his hand on Sam's head to make sure he doesn't hit it when he gets out. Dean goes ahead to open the door to their room. Sam hurries inside. You're so still and quiet in his arms as he waits for Dean to lay a tarp on one of the beds that he's pretty sure you're unconscious.

Once the bed is covered, he lays you on it and begins carefully pulling your shirt away from the injuries. He's seen you in various states of undress before, but he's hesitant to undress you in front of his brother.

Dean sets the first aid kit on the bed. "I'll be in the car," he says, understanding immediately before Sam can even speak. "Holler if you need some help."

Sam nods. He waits until the door closes behind Dean before he begins cutting your shirt off. Lucky for him, you've started wearing shirts you're not overly fond of when you come with the boys to face the monster of the week. You won't be too torn up about losing this one.

Once your shirt is off and you're just in your bra, he can see clearly how bad the damage is. It's not hospital worthy, but you're going to need a lot of stitches.

"Hurts," you whine softly, startling him.

"Shhh," he soothes, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "I've got you, babe. You're going to be just fine. The ghost scratched you up and you're going to need some stitches, but I'm going to take good care of you. I'm going to start on the cuts on your stomach. Understand?"