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Sam Winchester rarely ever got so angry that he let his temper get away from him, so every once in a while when he did go all incredible hulk, everyone knew to get the hell out of dodge.

You admitted it, you screwed up on that werewolf hunt.  The boys had you in such a rush to leave, you managed to forget the silver bullets.  Sam went to shoot the thing, and the iron bullet had no effect.  It pounced him, but you grabbed a silver knife before it could even scratch him.

There was hell to pay when you got back to the bunker.

“You almost got me killed.” He snapped, his jaw clenched and expression stern.

“I know, Sam.  I’m sorry. You had me in such a freakin’ rush I forgot, okay?” You replied, trying to walk away.  Dean didn’t mind, every hunter screwed up like that one time or another.  Of course, Dean had retreated to the tv room for the night to unwind, oblivious to the fact that Sam was about to flip.

“It was a stupid mistake you could have prevented!” He boomed as he grabbed your arm, flipping you around to face him. 

“Dammit, Sam! Let it go! You’re not dead are you? No? You’re fine because I fixed my mistake and saved your ass!” You spat, immediately regretting your words as he started stalking towards you, backing you up against the wall.  He was so close to you there was no way for you to get around him, his huge figure towering over your small frame.

“My ass wouldn’t need saving if you didn’t screw everything up.” He practically growled at you.  His fist hit the wall right next to your head, creating a hole in the drywall. You jumped, moving your shaking hands to either side of your face.  You were so sure he was gonna hit you next, before Dean came running in.

“Sam!” He yelled, grabbing his younger brother by the shoulder, tearing him away from you.

Sam’s features softened as he watched your shaking figure slide down the wall, trying to process what just happened.

“Oh, oh my god. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ He started, before his older brother cut him off.

“Go take a walk or something. Now.” He hissed, moving in front of you to help you up.

You heard Sam’s footsteps go up the stairs to get to the main door, and then the creaks as the door opened and closed again.

“C’mon. I got you now, its okay.” Dean had one arm snaked around your waist, the other had its fingers interlocked with yours. He was walking you the tv room, to sit you on the couch with him.  You were still shaking by the time he got you there.

“You know he’s not usually like that.  I don’t know what his freaking problem is.” Dean told you, turning to face you.

“I don’t want him near me.” You stated dryly, looking at Dean. He nodded in agreement, understanding completely.

“You wanna go to bed?” He asked, his eyes softening. 

“Yeah.”

“Well, you’re coming in with me.  Go get ready and just meet me in my room.” You stood up and went  to your room.

You peeled off your clothes, now stained with werewolf’s blood.  You put on some gray sweats that were too loose in the legs, but were comfortable to sleep in, and a tank top. As you were making your way down the hall you heard footsteps that you knew were Sam’s.  

“(Y/N)?” He started, putting his hand on your shoulder. You flinched at the touch, leaning away from him. “Can we at least talk?” He pleaded, withdrawing his hand.

You didn’t answer, just went into Dean’s room and shut the door.

You stood with your back against the door, running a hand through your hair and trying to control your breathing since him touching you caused you to start shaking again.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. You need to go to bed, c’mon.” Dean took your hand and took you across the room to his bed, and the two of you climbed in.

You fell asleep with a protective arm wrapped around you.

The next few days went the same, you wouldn’t even be in the same room as Sam, and you were Dean or Cas as much as possible.  The angel, of course, had reassured that Sam did in fact have his soul when you confided in him that Sam losing his temper reminded you of when his soul got left in the cage with Lucifer.

One day you were sprawled out on the couch, flipping through television channels when Sam walked in. Castiel immediately stood up, standing between you and him.

“I just need to talk to her.” Sam begged, trying to look at you on the couch.  You sat up, turning the tv off, meeting Cas’s gaze as he turned to look at you. You nodded slightly.

“Yeah, we’ll talk.” You agreed.

“I’ll go inform Dean.” With a flap of the wings, he vanished.

Sam made his way over to you, the couch sinking with the newly added weight.

“I lost my temper the other day and scared the hell outta you.  I screwed up. I’m sorry. I just don’t want you scared of me.” You looked up at him and could tell by his facial expression this really was getting to him.

“It’s fine, I should’ve packed the damn bullets.” You joked, laughing to lighten the mood. He followed your lead, holding his arms out for a hug which you took.

“I’m hungry. Wanna go get lunch?” He asked, looking down at you.

“Only if you’re paying.”

Everything was going to be fine.

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