To Love A Hunter (sam x reader)

It's All Wrong

I spent the rest of the day in my room looking for another case and reading various books that I had lying around the room. I still felt a little uncomfortable about the whole saving my life thing. I mean I don't deserve to live. I have no life. I mean I hunt things that most people think are fictional for a living, and I don't even get any money out of it. I get weird looks and mental institution flyers. I've actually been in a few throughout my life time. Being brought back felt different than living my regular life. I felt all wrong, like I'm not supposed to be in this body.

I lay back on my bed with my computer in my lap watching some random video about why vampires are a myth. I snort, if only they knew. I here a knock on my door and I get up to open it. Sam is on the other side.

"Hey." I said going back to my position.

"Hey," he says still standing in the doorway.

"So how long was I actually out? You kind of left that part out this morning."

"Dinner is ready if you're hungry. I made some garlic butter noodles. Whole wheat of course." he says avoiding my question. That gets me to thinking that it was a long time which makes me even more uncomfortable in my own skin. "Okay, I'll be there in a few minutes." I say. He nods and closes the door.

An hour later Sam comes back and knocks on my door frame. I left my door open after I went to the bathroom. "Hey dinner is getting cold." he says coming to sit next to me. I was reading a book on mermaids. Pretty interesting stuff if they actually existed.

"Sorry. I'm just not hungry." I half way lie. I was starving but when I ate the burritos earlier I could taste everything, and I mean everything. All of the molecules seemed to have a taste and it was really over whelming. "You never did answer my question earlier."

"I know. I just didn't want to freak you out even more. Do you really want to know?" he asks.

"Yes. I really do." I look up at him. He's sitting at the end of my bed messing with his hands.

"A week." he says quietly.

"A week?" I say a little too loud.

"Yeah. I was really scared. Most people wake up within an hour. We were all really scared. Dean was starting to think that Cas didn't bring you back."

"Oh." I whisper.

"I can go if you would like." I wanted to tell him to stay but I feel myself nod. He looks at me then he pats my foot, which was near him, on his way out the door. He leaves it open. A few minutes later Dean comes in and sits next to me. "How you feeling, Sweetcheeks?" he asks giving me a side hug.

"Not to good. I feel like I don't belong." is what I wanted to say but instead I said, "Fine."

"I'm really sorry about what happened. I don't know what got into me."

"It's okay. Don't worry about it. I'm here now." I said that last part more for myself than for Dean. We sat there for a few hours just talking about anything and almost everything before I started to grow tired. I felt my eyelids start to fall and my breathing even out when Dean kissed the top of my head. I curled into him and fell asleep.

I wake up tied to a chair in a dark room. Wait, it's not a dark room, I'm blind folded. There's something wet and sticky on my stomach, arms, and legs. Suddenly I realize it. I'm bleeding.

A/N: Sorry it's short and that I haven't updated in a while. School started back up along with college classes. I promise I will finish this. And don't kill me because of the ending. LY :)