Supernatural One-Shots

Sam Winchester - Rest

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Relationship: In a relationship with Sam

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You stood with your back to the wall, looking over your shoulder into the dark room. Soft snores echoed out it, moonlight pouring in from the broken windows. You and the Winchester boys were wrong with thinking this would be a small nest, a few easy kills. 

Dean had decided it would be best for you all to split once entering the old warehouse, going against all of Sam's sayings. You went along with Dean's words, wanting to be done with this hunt and asleep next to Sam. 

Worry spilled into you, there were at least fifteen vamps in the room next to you. You crept into the room, careful not to make any sudden movement, lessening the chance of creating noise. You were quick to end the lives of those who slept, leaving you covered in blood though. You entered the long hall, checking each room until you there weren't any left. It was then you ran into Dean.

You smiled brightly, seeing how your friend was safe. "Have you seen Sam yet?" You asked, happy to know you were close to getting to return to the motel.

"Last time I saw him we parted ways, he shouldn't be too long though," Dean responded, a smile on his lips as well. 

It was then a yell erupted from upstairs, Dean's and your name echoing down the long halls. You and Dean shared a look of panic, quickly turning to run up the aged staircase. Once reaching the top, the two of you met a small group of vamps. You hollered for Sam as you took down a female, another ripping into your side while you were busy. You yelped out in pain, Dean immediately looking over to you as he took down the last of the four. You bit your lip, nodding your head to show that you were okay. 

You followed Dean as he chased Sam's yells of distress, finding him in a large room being held down by a few vamps. The room tensed as Dean entered, the eldest Winchester leaving you alone in the doorway to watch the scene unfold. 

Dean ripped a blonde haired male from Sam's arm, leaving it to where Sam was able to free himself from the rest. Blood was emitted along the walls, the boys holding their bloodied machetes as if their lives depended on it. It was when the last male fell to the ground, his head rolling across the floor. It came to a stop at the doorway where you stood, leaving the boys attention on you. 

"I don't feel so good." You whimpered, your knees giving out from under you. 

Sam was immediately by your side, checking over your body. It was then he found your stomach wound, hissing from the sight. "It'll be okay Y/NN, everything will be okay." He uttered, ripping off his shredded flannel, pressing the torn fabric to your wound. You let out a short hiss, biting the inside of your check. 

"Ow." You mewed, looking up at the male. 

"I'm fine," You stated, trying to raise your body from Sam's comforting grasp, only for him to respond in holding you tighter to his chest. 

"Bullshit Y/N." He grunted, lifting you in his arms. 

"I'll be fine you ass, just put me on my feet would ya." You growled, letting out a yelp as you twisted your body, making pain erupt in your stomach. 

It was then Sam continued to ignore you, just holding you tight to his chest. You finally gave in, happy that the night didn't end any worse than it had, the three of you still alive with just injuries that could be solved.

Riding back to an old motel room had never felt so good. Having begged Sam to lay in the back of the Impala with you, the two of you cuddled on the ride back. The radio softly playing Led Zepplin, Dean humming along to each song that played pulled you further into a place of peace. It was all calm, besides the wound in your stomach burning like fire with every movement. You just knew it would be a bitch to clean, but at least you could rest now knowing you'd see another day.