Listen | Sam Winchester X Reader

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Sam and Dean took turns on waiting in front of both Bobby and (Y/N)'s rooms. Needless to say, it was a very long night. They decided on switching every half an hour, Dean every so often would give Sam a cup of coffee as they passed each other.

Eventually someone came to see Dean outside of Bobby's room.

"He's, uh, stable for the moment. We'll just have to wait and see."  The doctor said, then walked away.

Dean stood there a moment, listening to the monitor rhythmically beeping and looking at the brain scan monitors. He wanted to stay, but his watch beeped and it was time to switch.

"Anything?" Sam asked, hoping for some good news.

"He's stable, for now." Dean told his little brother. Sam's shoulders dropped an inch, relieving some of the weight even if it was for right now.

"What about (Y/N)?" Dean asked, looking down the hall to where she was.

"Nothing. They haven't told me a single thing." Sam wanted to crush his cup of coffee that he hadn't been drinking.

"She'll be okay." Dean said, "They will."

"How do you know?" Sam asked, genuinely wondering if he had struck another deal for Bobby.

"Because they just have to." Dean said, passing Sam.

Sam sat out there for a while, hoping someone would talk to him. Someone would say something. He wanted to know exactly what was happening and it bothered him that he had no control.

Eventually it got to the point to switch again. This time the brothers didn't speak at all, using each others silence as a cue that nothing has changed.

As soon as Sam's butt plopped in his chair, the curtain flew open.

"Fiancé?" A male nurse came out with a clip board. He was an attractive guy, light eyes, smooth dark skin, tall and nicely trimmed hair.

"Uh, yeah, yeah." Sam stood up straight, tapping into his primal instincts a little.

"She's stable now. We've been trying to get her prepped for surgery on her bullets." He said.

"Is she going to be okay?" Sam asked, it was all he wanted to hear.

"Listen, man to man, the recovery is going to be a bitch. We think the bullet in her shoulder may have ruptured a nerve, but we won't know for sure until we're in and out of there." He told him.

"Thank you, can I see her?" Sam asked, his heart beat trying to keep up with how fast his brain was working.

"I'm sorry, not yet. The bullet in her side was very severely close to her intestines. We gave her a lot of pain killers, its best if she rests for now. But I can open the curtains windows. You can see her that way." He said, then opened the curtains of the large window. Sam stayed staring at her. She was put under and was sleeping.

He wished they never did any of these. He wished he could've been man enough to ignore (Y/N)'s "nothing has to happen right now" attitude. Because now he doesn't know if there will be a right now to tell her everthing he had thought of while with her.

The last few weeks of being on the road with her was blissful. So much fun. Dean loved her like his sister, taking her under his wing and showing her hunting skills. But Sam was different. He just wanted to be around. He'd sit in a chair, reading, listening to her talk. Sometimes while they were in hotels he'd look up from the couch and see her sleeping, she always looked so happy. Then some nights she'd be awake too, and they'd stay up talking about their lives in whispers as to not disturb Dean.