Sam Winchester (and occasionally others) x Reader

Bloodied Hands (Sam) (Pt4)

You look around to see you are in your room, your limbs chained down to the bed. You look around the empty room and wonder if this is what you have to look forward to for a while. You test the restraints, giving up when you realize those suckers are solid.

You are about to attempt a nap when a familiar face walks in, closing the door behind him. "Sam." You smile a little, him returning it.

"Hey babe. How are you feeling?" He asks as he pulls up a chair next to you.

"Better, still little twitchy though, kinda sweaty." You try to hide the pain in your gut, not wanting him to worry.

"That's too bad, I was hoping to see you suffer a bit more." He smiles, your eyes widening in shock.

"Wait, what?"

"I mean, when I did this I was getting thrown across the room in a demonic seizure. Here you are with your pretty ass chained to the bed with not so much as a pain. I really had myself going there." He leaned back in his chair and combed his fingers through his hair.

You were at a total loss for words, so Sam continued. "I mean, you don't have the demon blood in you like I do, so I figured you would have worse symptoms. Though, you weren't sucking down demons day and night like I did."

"I...Wha-..." You couldn't even begin to string together the millions of words going through your head. You froze to your spot as tears began to streak down your face.

"Don't cry (y/n), it will only get worse from here. You're a tough little girl scout, you can handle it." The grin on his face as he leaned in caused you to turn away in fear of vomiting.

You felt a gentle kiss on your cheek and a hand combing through your hair, pulling you to reality. You open your eyes to see none other than Sam, Dean standing next to him with a mug of coffee in his hands.

"Morning sunshine." Dean grumbles, his messy blonde hair and tired eyes telling you he must have just woken up.

"Hey babe. How are you feeling?" Sam asks, your mind twisting back to your last encounter.

"Like my head's gonna explode and I'm gonna hurl on your shoes." You groan as you pull against the chains.

You see Dean take a step back as Sam goes to grab a bucket, leaving the room. "So..." Dean sighs and takes another sip before setting his cup aside.

"Are you gonna give me the big brother lecture? 'Cause I'm not in the mood." You groan as he sits in Sam's spot.

"No, I'm gonna tell you how you are not worth mine or Sammy's time." You look at him in disbelief as he continues. "Honestly when he first picked up the piece of trash he calls a girlfriend I was ready to just gank you and call it a day. I knew from the start you were a useless dumbass who would get in trouble. But you know Sam, always picking up the charity case."

You wanted to roll away, hide under the covers, something to get away from his judging eyes. The words he spoke stung you worse than Sam's had. You knew he was a dream, but Dean was so real. He was here. You could smell his coffee.

"You can't hide from what you are, hell I've been trying to do that for years. All that has gotten me is trouble. Curses, the mark, Sammy walking out on me. And now you. You are probably the worst of them all though. You never thought of what would happen to me or Sammy, just had to feed your inner junky. You even know how useless you are and thought that a hit could boost you enough to not be total dead weight. Backfired a bit, didn't it?"

You fought against your bonds, pulling as far as you could away from him as possible. "Woah, hey calm down." Sammy's soothing voice called to you as he set down the bucket next to you.

"You're gonna hurt yourself sweetheart." Dean's familiar rumble wasn't far behind Sam.

"Please." You begged, though the guys had no idea what for as you began to sob.

Dean and Sam share a look before Sam realizes what's going on. "They've started, huh. The hallucinations." He sighed, giving Dean a concerned look.

You nod silently as Sam takes your hand, his fingers sliding into yours. "They are not real, they are horrible, but they are not real." Sam brushed a tear from your cheek.

"One of us will be here at all times from now on." Dean nods, Sam giving him a silent thank you.

You see Dean nod before leaving the room, you and Sam left alone. "I'm so sorry." You cry, Sam stroking your hair from your face.

"It's okay. We can talk about it all later, right now you need to get some rest." He gives you a small smile before pecking your forehead.

You nod and lay back, shifting slightly to get comfortable. You let your eyes close to the soft sound of Sam's breathing and the feel of his hand in yours. It doesn't take long before you fall asleep, the nightmares only the beginning.