Supernatural Imagines

Sickly Sam

Dean and I had spent all day trying to find a case for him, Sam, and I to go on. We had been itching to get out of the bunker for more than a week now and luckily for us Dean had finally found a possible case in Ashdown, Arkansas. He explained that there were multiple reports of what seemed like a shadowed figure chasing the visitors of the town. Some were even found dead after only a day of being there.

"Sounds like a sal..." I began but was shortly interrupted by the sounds of loud coughing that got louder as a certain sickly Winchester walked closer to the library.

When the youngest Winchester son finally found his way to his brother and I, I could see that he looked worse than he was sounding. "Man, Sammy. You look like hell." Dean said when his eyes landed on his younger brother. "Looks like you won't be going anywhere any time soon."

Sam seemed as if he was about to say something but was launched into another coughing fit before he could even speak. Once he could finally talk without being interrupted by his own coughing, he said "Dean, I'm fine. Really. Do you have a case?"

"Potentially, but you are definitely not going on it." The older Winchester stated but before he could speak up again I stepped in.

"Look, Sam, we aren't leaving till later. Why don't you go lay down? If you feel any better, you can go." I said and out of the corner of my eye I could see Dean's face contorted in one of disbelief. "So, go back to your room and get some rest."

Sam nodded and turned to make his way back down the hallway to his room. When he figured his younger brother was out of ear shot, Dean turned to me. "You aren't seriously going to let him go out on the hunt, are you?"

I turned to face the eldest Winchester son and shook my head. "Of course not. I was thinking that it's a simple hunt. One that you could take care of by yourself, much to my dismay. I'll stay with your brother."

"Are you sure? I mean you have been wanting to get out more than anyone here. I could always stay with him." Dean said, and I must admit, it was very tempting. But I knew that if I was the one to go on the hunt I wouldn't have been able to focus on the task at hand. All I would worry about was the younger Winchester.

"Dean, it's a simple salt 'n' burn. I'll get over it in no time. You go and but the spiritual bastard to rest and I'll take care of your brother." I stated, and Dean nodded.

"Alright if that's what you want."

Again, I nodded. "All I ask is that you at least try to come home unharmed. Now, you better get going before your brother get up, begging you to take him with you."

Dean looked at me one final time as if I was going to change my mind, but my mind was made up and no matter how much I hate one of the guys going on a hunt alone, I wasn't taking back my decision. I motioned my head towards the door signaling the eldest Winchester to leave. He rose from his seat and quickly gathered everything he would need for a few days then hurried on his way.

It had been 3 hours since Dean left and Sam had yet to once again that make himself known again which worries me. But I knew, with Sam being so ill, it was good that he got his rest, even if it meant that he slept all day.

I sat in the library reading up on some folk lore when you heard feet dragging themselves across the bunker floor followed by a loud cough. This told me that Sam had finally woke, and it wasn't Cas popping in to check in, like I hoped he would do with Dean. When I looked up from my book, I came to realize that Sam looked worse than he did 3 hours prior.

It broke my heart to see him in the state he was in but unfortunately there wasn't anything I could do to help. "Hey Sammy." I greeted him as he made his way into the library. "How you are feeling?"

"Better I think." He said as he looked around the room with a confused look written upon his face. "Where's Dean?"

"Oh, he went ahead on the hunt without us." I saw the confusion grow even further on Sam's face.

"Why did he leave without us?" He questioned.

"Because I told him to." Sam looked at me with utter confusion written allover his face and I knew why. "Look, Sammy, you and I both know that you aren't in any condition to go on a hunt of any kind. And if you keep me hanging around here, I'm going to make sure that you aren't going anywhere till you get better. No matter how much I want to get out there and hunt."

"(Y/N), I get that you and Dean think I'm not capable to go out on a hunt with a cough and a sniffle, but I assure you that I'm fine." Sam argued back and not long after he finished that sentence, he had another couching fit flair up. You could tell that the coughing was causing him pain and I wished I could do something about it but I knew that as long as Sam was in the process of the trials there was nothing I could do but help look after him and make sure that he was okay.

"Mhmm, you were saying?" I sassed. I stood from my seat and walked over to him. "Come on, let's get you to the living room and lay you on the couch." From there I walked with him to the living room and watched as he laid down on the couch, scrunching up slightly seeing as he was bigger than the couch.

I left the room for a minute or two to grab him a blanket and when I got back to the living room, I found Sam fast asleep now sprawled out on the couch with his legs hanging over the arm. He looked rough and I knew I shouldn't wake him, so I just draped the blanket that I had in my hands over his tall statured figure and kissed his forehead. "Sleep tight, Sammy." I whispered.