30+ Days of Team Free Will Imagines

Day Thirty-Nine

Prompt: Imagine being the only one who can pull Sam out of his hallucinations.

Tags: Female!Reader, Sam Winchester/Reader, Hurt!Sam, Worried!Reader, Worried!Dean, Hallucifer

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"You should probably wake up Sam," you say, tossing Dean a water bottle and a power bar. "It's been almost twelve hours. Give him these."

You lean against doorway, watching as Dean lays a gentle hand on Sam's chest to wake his brother. Sam startles, eyes snapping open.

"Whoa!" Dean says, hands held up in a placating gesture. "That's twelve hours straight. I'm calling that rested. Here." He hands Sam the bottle and power bar. "Hydrate and, uh, protein-ate."

Sam takes the items, using his elbows to push himself into a sitting position. "Breakfast in bed."

"Yeah, well, don't get used to it."

You smile fondly, crossing the room to kneel down beside the couch. "Hey, babe. Let me see that hand."

When he sets his hand in yours, you gently peel back the bandages. It's a little bruised and swollen, but the stitches look fine and there's no sign of infection so far.

"You'll live," Dean observes. "Here."

He passes you a bottle of whiskey and you pour a little over the cut. Sam hisses in pain, yanking his hand back.

"Easy," you say soothingly. Bobby passes you clean bandages.

"So, ooz invasion," Sam says as you wrap his hand. "Any leads?"

Bobby shakes his head. "I got all my feelers out. Whatever they're up to, it ain't – ain't about going Mothra down Main Street. They'll turn up."

"Mmm," Sam says thoughtfully as you tape down the bandage.

"We've got other problems to worry about, too," you say. "How are you doing? And don't you dare say you're 'okay', because I know you're not."

"I'm not okay," Sam admits.

"You think?" Dean says harshly.

"Go easy on him," you say, glaring at the elder Winchester brother.

"There's nothing easy about it, Y/N, okay? We acted like he had everything under control."

Sam rubs his good hand over his face. "I get it. I'm sorry. Look, I- I didn't exactly want to crack up, you know?"

You lay a hand on his knee. "Sam, what happened back there?" you ask, keeping your voice low and gentle.

"Well, it's not just flashbacks anymore," Sam sighs.

"Well, then what?" Dean asks, frowning.

"It's more like... I'm seeing through the cracks," your boyfriend explains.

His brother is not pleased, that much is clear, but he's also worried. Whatever Dean may be and whatever he's done in the past, you have to admit, he loves Sam. "What does that mean?"

"It means I'm having a difficult time figuring out what's real."

"Hallucinations," you say.

"For starters."

"Well for starters, if you're tripping Hell's Bells, why would you hide that?" Dean asks.

"I wasn't hiding it, Dean," Sam replies. "I – I was just not talking about it. I mean it seemed like you two had enough going on as it was. Look, I – I just figured, try to hold onto the safety bar and ride it out, you know? But it's getting more specific."