30+ Days of Team Free Will Imagines

Day Thirty-Nine

Prompt: Imagine being the only one who can pull Sam out of his hallucinations (part 2)

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

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"You can't just barge in here without an appointment!" the nurse says, following you and Dean into the office. The older man behind the desk looks up.

"They said 'Talk to Kadinskey'," Dean snaps. "You Kadinsky?"

"You need to be scheduled!" the nurse cries.

"Then schedule us!" you say, glaring at her. "He was in a car crash. Why can't we see him?"

"You're Sam Smith's family," the doctor- Kadinsky- says.

"Yeah. What's going on?"

Kadisnky nods. "It's fine, thank you," he tells the nurse. She looks skeptical. "Really."

She huffs and leaves.

The doctor gets up. "Sam was admitted. He was treated for a broken rib and lacerations."

"Okay," Dean says. "That's not too bad. And?"

Kadinsky sighs. "And... he's on out locked psychiatric floor."

"Wait, what?" you say. "He's been having some trouble lately, but..."

'So you're aware Sam is experiencing a full-blown psychiatric episode?"

"Psychotic?" you and Dean say in unison.

"Come on," Dean says. "I mean, the guy's... It's not like the guy's freakin' Norman Bates."

"I'm sure he's not," Dr. Kadinsky assures Dean. "We need to determine whether his state was brought on by the insomnia or whether the insomnia is a symptom of his condition. Do you understand? So we can figure out how to treat him."

You nod, rubbing your hands over your face. "The... the sleep thing is new."

"Right. Well... we've pumped him about as full of sedatives as we safely can. So far, he won't go under. I've never seen anything like it."

X X X X X X

"He's in here," Dr. Kadinskey says, opening a door.

Sam is sitting propped against the steel headboard of the hospital bed, dressed in a white shirt and pants. He looks up when you enter the room.

"Sam," you murmur, running to his side. His smile as he reaches for your hand is small, but at least it's there. "How're you feeling?"

"Maybe you should cancel my UFC fight," he jokes, though it falls a little flat.

Dean sits on the end of the bed. "Sam, I'm going to find you help."

Sam sighs and turns away. "I don't think it's out there."

"We don't know that," you say.

"Babe, Dean and I know better than most," Sam tells you. "It's all snake oil. The last faith healer we hooked up with had a reaper on a leash. Remember? I told you that story."

"Yeah, you did," you admit.

"I'm just saying..."

"That you don't want my help?" Dean butts in.

"No, I'm saying... don't do this to yourself."

"Sam, if we don't find something-" you start.

"Then I'll die," he finishes. "Dean, Y/N, we knew this was coming."