Supernatural fluff

Sam x Reader (5)

So things had gotten a little bit out of hand. Sure, the hunt had gone alright; no one was injured more than they usually were. Dean had been relatively nice to you al day, which was a plus. Sam was being his normal, everyday, best boyfriend on the planet. But, it all just built up. Anxiety, stress, hopelessness, depression, panic. There came a point when you couldn't stop it from bubbling over. And there came a point when all you wanted to do was forget how fucked yo your head really was.

While you had been tossing and turning for about an hour and a half in bed, fighting tears for no reason and trying not to put your fist through the wall, the boys had fallen asleep. So you got up, put your shoes on, and you left. You needed a drink. You needed to stop thinking for a good long while. Honestly, Dean would have probably been all for the idea, but you couldn't stand the thought of company right now. And the worry in Sam's eyes would just make things worse. So you left, and closed the door behind you as silently as you could.

There was a little old bar right next to the motel, so you walked. You say down and you drank. And you drank. Until the room was spinning oh so subtly and there was a hum and a warmth in your veins. Where were you? Who cared. Oblivion settled over your body like warm bath water after a cold day, and you soaked it all in.

However, it wasn't long before your head was lolling to the table. You could barely keep your head up. Somewhere in the back of your mind you knew that tomorrow morning was going to suck; you would pay for your sweet moments of ignorance dearly with a headache. But you couldn't seem to remember where home was. So you let your head fall to the bar too and fell asleep. Knocked out. The bartender let you be; he'd seen you and the boys return to the motel earlier with blood on your clothes and guns in your hands and he wasn't going to mess with you.

"She's been asleep for about half an hour," an old voice says somewhere above you. You're too drowsy to care. Only half an hour? You needed more sleep, that's for sure. But a hand grabbed you gently by your shoulder and pulled you up, your eyes trying to focus on the man. Long, messy brown hair. He looked like he'd just woken up.

His expression is gentle. He slings your arm around his shoulder and drapes his around your waist and the two of you hobble out the door, the bartender watching you in wonder. The gentle giant keeps you steady all the way back to the room.

A kiss on your forehead, and he tucks you into bed. Not a word of disappointment, no scolding. Thank god. It would break you. Instead, he pulls the covers back and climbs into your bed. Spooning you, his breath is right in your ear.

"It's alright, honey, I've got you." He whispers softly. He kisses your hair. "I've got you."

~K