Shut Up! (SPN Fic)

Chapter 18

Paige was shocked,

“Fine, I’ll just leave then.” She said, pushing past him.

“N-No…” Sam whispered. He wanted Paige there with him. He felt safe with her around.

“Bye Sam.”

“P-Paige…” Sam whimpered,

“Please…”

“Your brother’s an ass.” Paige said as she walked over to Sam’s bed and kissed his cheek gently.

Sam grabbed her hand and looked at her with pleading eyes.

“Don’t go?” He whispered,

“Need you…” Paige sighed,

“I’ll stay for you, but if your brother talks to me like that again I will murder him, then leave.” She told him. Sam nodded weakly,

“Thank you...”

“It’s not a problem.” She said, sitting beside him, avoiding looking at Dean.

Sam began playing with his hands, like he always did when he felt nervous. Paige looked at him and saw how nervous he was, and she understood why.

The door opened again, this time revealing a new man stood with the doctor. Paige turned to look at the man and felt Sam stiffen.

“Hello George.” The man smiled at him.

Upon hearing the man’s voice Sam reached out to grab Paige’s hand. Paige took Sam’s hand in hers,

“It’s gonna be okay, they just wanna talk.” Sam nodded and tried to relax.

“Can I speak to George alone, please?” He asked looking towards Dean and then Paige. Sam held Paige’s hand tightly and shook his head furiously.

“Just talk to the man,” she said encouragingly,

“We’ll be right outside.”

Sam looked up at her with fearful eyes and began shaking. When he felt Paige let go of his hand Sam began to sweat and he felt like he couldn’t breathe.

Paige hesitated before getting up and walking out of the room with Dean. Sam clenched his eyes shut and tried to slow down his breathing.

The therapist began moving closer to Sam,

“George…” Sam opened his eyes and began running the bed sheet through his hands.

“George, you need to calm down.” The therapist told him. Sam willed himself to calm down and managed to slow down his breathing.

“Good.” The therapist smiled slightly.

“Why did you damage your arm? Was it stress? Grief? Anger?” He asked.

Sam swallowed. He tried to speak, but he just kept shaking. Taking a deep breath Sam managed to mumble one word: Dad.