Sam Winchester (and occasionally others) x Reader

Bloodied Hands (Sam) (pt 5)

You look around to see you are no longer strapped down to the bed, in fact you aren't in the bed at all. You are standing in the middle of the library. The bunker is eerily quiet, not even the usual hum of the motor that you can normally hear when it's quiet enough. The silence is deafening.

You decide to go look for the guys, but when you turn around you slam into a solid body. Quickly shifting back, you look up to see Sam. He gives you a small smile and tilts his head a little.

"Sam, oh my God am I happy to see you." You clutch your chest in hopes you can make the puttering of your heart slow down.

"Should you be, though?" He blinks and his eyes turn a sick yellow color.

You try to step away from him, but your rear end slams into the table, keeping you from escaping. "Sam!"

"Look what you did to yourself. I try to justify what you did, thinking of when I did it. I enjoyed it, I reveled in it, but you... I don't even know where to start with how disappointed I am in you."

Tears start to pour onto your cheeks as you slip past him and run down the hall. You look back to make sure he's not following and you slam into someone else, falling to your rear from the force. You look up to see Dean, his eyes pitch black and a knife in his hand.

"Hello sweetheart. I'm sure your hungry." The smile of his face is sinister as he takes the knife and slices across the side of his throat, blood spilling out across his shoulder. "Take a sip."

You shake your head and stand, running passed him and further into the bunker. You make it to the basement and look around, no one in there with you. You let out a sigh and sit on the ground, your head in your hands. A few tears spill into your palm as a sniffle escapes from you.

A warm hand presses against your back, making you jump. When you turn around you see your deceased mother in casual clothes and a small smile.

"Mom?" You ask in disbelief as you look her up and down.

"Yes honey, it's me." She moves her hand up and down your back a few more times before sitting next to you.

"Mom, I'm so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen." You shake your head.

"It's okay. I know you are trying to do what you felt was right." She let her arm fall away from your back and rest on your thigh.

"How can you be so calm? I drank the blood of demons to try and make myself become stronger because I know how useless I am. How does that not register as a bad thing to you?Oh, right. You're dead." You shake your head and shift away from her.

"It's not what you did, but the intentions behind this actions. You drank demon blood because you wanted to be able to help your friends. The idea behind it is what matters most." She tries to give you a reassuring smile.

"That's like saying 'it's the thought that counts' when someone gets you an ugly sweater for Christmas." Your mother laughs at your comment.

"They didn't have to do or get you anything, but they did, so yes that's exactly it. It may not have been the best idea, but you did this for a reason. To be strong. You didn't need that blood to prove you are a strong woman. You will always be the strongest, most brave woman I will ever meet. Remember that." With one last nod she stands and disappears.

You force yourself to stand and wipe away the tears, ready to face the demons running around in your head.
You look around for a weapon then look down to see you have the demon blade in your hand.

"Come on out (y/n), there's no use hiding!" Sam and Dean's voices call out to you.

Taking a deep breath, you open the door and make your way into the hall, cautiously sliding around corners. The way voices echo in the bunker makes it hard to feel where they are, but it sounds like they've joined forces against you.

You turn around to look behind you just as a hammer is flying towards your head. You duck out of the way in time and look down the corridor to see Dean with his black eyes and evil grin. You turn to run, but are grabbed by Sam. He holds you firmly by the arms.

You stab him in the stomach and run past him, not caring for him since this is only a dream. You run a ways further and hide in one of the recessed sections of the wall and wait for them. You hear footsteps coming and prepare to strike.

"That hurt babe, your gonna pay for that." Sam's voice echoed down the hall, sounding close.

You give it a few more seconds before turning and taking a stab, slicing right into Deans throat. He chokes a little before an orange light shines from him and he falls lifelessly to the floor.

You see the anger flare in Sam as he grabs your throat and shoves you back into the wall. "You stupid-" He is cut off by your knife burying itself in his chest.

"I'm so sorry Sam." You whisper as you watch his body fall.

You slowly slide down the wall, tears welling up in your eyes as you look at their bodies. You killed your best friends, yes it may have been a dream, but the guilt felt real.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, then when you open then again you are back in your bed. You look over to see none other than Dean chilling in the chair next to you, Sam perched on the edge of the bed.

"Hey." You smile weakly.

"Hey." He smiles back.

"How are you feeling?" Dean asks as he sets aside his laptop.

"Better. I think you can unchain me." You swallow hard, your mouth extremely dry.

Sam and Dean both quickly unhook your bonds and help you sit up. "Thanks guys. I'm so sorry about everything."

"Shh. It's okay. It's over now." Sam pulls you in for a warm hug, something you have really needed these last couple of days.