Sammi and Sam's Supernatural Adventures

A Happy, Unhealthy New Year

As promised, the doctor let Sam come home shortly after Christmas and just before the new year. Even though I had help from Dean, Mary, my Dad, Marissa, and even Declan and Deena, I was literally running myself ragged taking care of the kids AND Sam. There were days when their needs were so much more important than my own that I would pass out the minute my head was able to hit the pillow. I was so consumed by everyone else's well-being that by New Year's Eve I looked like death. Dean was the first to notice. "Holy hell, princess," he said. "Are you feeling okay? You look like Casper." "I'm just tired," I told him. "I've been taking care of the kids and Sam all this time and I've been neglecting myself." "Neglecting how?" Dean asked. "Losing sleep, mostly," I admitted. "Have you been eating?" he asked. "Keeping hydrated?" "Maybe?" I replied. "Samantha Winchester!" he exclaimed. "Are you telling me that you've been so worried about everyone else that you have been starving and dehydrating yourself?" "Not on purpose!" I shot back. "I'm not that naive." "Why don't you go sit down and I will cook you something?" Dean suggested. "That sounds like a good idea," I agreed, making my way over to the couch. I was probably about two feet away when I dropped to the floor. Dean ran over to catch me before I fell backward into the coffee table. "Declan!" Dean yelled. My brother came rolling out of his bedroom looking like he was on a mission. "What happened??" he asked. "She's dehydrated and hasn't eaten in days," Dean told him. "She's been so busy worrying about Sam and the kids that she has been neglecting herself." "Dammit, sis," Declan said. "Your husband just came home from the hospital. Do you really want to go back there that badly?" "I'm...sorry..." I said weakly. Dean picked me up and placed me on my brother's lap. "I'm going to go make her something to eat," he told Declan. "Don't you think you should get her something to drink first?" Declan suggested. "Right," Dean agreed. He ran to the kitchen and came back a short time later with a glass of ice water. Once he handed it to Declan, he returned to the kitchen to get to work on making something for me to eat. Declan was helping me get hydrated when Sam came rolling into the room. "What's going on?" he asked. "What's wrong with my wife?" "She's been so consumed with taking care of you and the kids that she hasn't been taking care of herself," Declan told him. "Not only is she dehydrated, but she hasn't been eating or sleeping." "Is that true, Sammi?" Sam asked me. "I swear I didn't do it on purpose," I replied. "I know I had plenty of help, but I just...I don't know. I just know that it was not done purposely." "I believe you," Sam said. "But that still doesn't make it right. I love you and I appreciate the fact that you care enough about me and the kids to put us first, but you can't forget about yourself like this. We just got home from the hospital. Do you really want to go back?" "I said the same thing," Declan told him. I know neither of them were truly yelling at me, but I was so worn out that I started crying. "I'm sorry!" I said again, a little louder than I had intended. "I'm sorry." Sam motioned for Declan to bring me over to him. After Declan placed me in Sam's lap, he rolled back into his room to give us some privacy. Still in tears, I placed my head on Sam's chest and again apologized for my failure to take care of myself. He wrapped his bad arm around me as best he could and used the other to run his fingers through my hair. "I don't deserve this treatment," I said between sobs. "I don't deserve you." "Stop that," he told me. "There is nothing you could ever do that would make me love you less. Well, except for that one thing that we both hate." "Cheating?" I asked. "Yes, that," he replied. "Now stop crying, please? You're going to make me cry." I wiped my eyes and then wrapped my arms around his neck before laying my head on his shoulder. At this point, Dean had finally finished making me something to eat. "Here, princess," he said, handing me the plate. "Please, eat this." I started to take the plate, but I was still very weak. Seeing my struggle, Sam came to my rescue. Not only did he grab the plate for me so I wouldn't drop it, he also fed me and made sure Dean kept getting me refills on the water. I was able to finish every last bite of my food and had about five glasses of water before Dean finally stopped bringing them to me. By the end of the night, I was feeling about 50% better than I had that morning. As a precaution, I had Dean bring the kids over to my Dad and Marissa for the night. Since Sam couldn't get up the stairs yet, Dean helped me into the shower and set out my clothes for me. The shower definitely helped a lot as well, and I was confident that by the next afternoon I would be back to full health. I got myself dressed and made my way back downstairs to Sam. Dean was just getting ready to say goodnight and head upstairs to bed. "Thank you for everything, Dean," I said, hugging him. "Thank you for taking care of me today. I love you." "I love you too, Princess," he smiled. "But if you ever let this happen again, I won't hesitate to kick your ass." He gave his brother a hug and made his way upstairs to his room. "You should probably get some sleep, baby," Sam said. "You had a pretty rough day." "I was planning on it," I told him. "I miss my pillow, though. Can I stay down here with you tonight?" "Are you sure you wouldn't rather sleep in a more comfortable bed?" he asked. "No bed is comfortable to me without you in it," I smiled. Sam smiled back, then gave me a kiss. "I would love nothing more than to have my wife sleeping next to me tonight," he said. The two of us crawled onto the couch bed, and, after laying my head on Sam's chest, I fell asleep for the first time in days.