Supernatural Oneshots

I Believe You >> Sam

Prompt: You're a patient with Sam and you believe his story and comfort him.

Y/n's POV:

"Time for blood work." Your nurse says barging into your room and an ungodly hour. You don't bother moving out of bed and you just stick your wrist out for her to draw blood.

She cleans the area and puts on a small bandage. You roll over and go back to sleep. You awake again about an hour later when it's time for social. You get lead to the large room where all the patients meet for a few hours.

There are puzzles, coloring books, cards, etc. You see a new patient in there today. Girls are flocking over to him asking about why he's in. He keeps quietly asking them to leave him be. You decide to finally help him out.

"Guys, leave him be. He doesn't want your constant pestering." You say lightly brushing them away. They roll their eyes and grumble as they grudge away. I sit in front of him and grab a deck of cards. "I'm sorry about them," I say softly. He offers a small smile. I return the smile and ask softly, "do you want to see a card trick?"

"Yeah," he chuckles softly. "I would like that." He shrugs offering his cute crooked smile again. I tell him to pick a card and I face the other way as he looks at it. I have him put it back in the deck and I instruct him to place his hand on top of the deck. He does so I snap.

"When I just snapped your card flipped over," I say. I flip the deck so the cards are facing up. I sprawl them all out and there is one flipped over the card. He flips it up and smiles.

"Yeah, that was mine." He says softly smiling to himself. "How'd you do it?" He asks curiously.

"Slight of hand." I shrug. "I don't know, I guess it's just a dumb trick."

"I really liked it." He says softly.

"Oh, well I guess you're the first then." I smile. "I always got made fun of for my tricks." I shrug.

"I think they're great." He smiled.

"Oh, well, thank you." You shyly responded.

"So, why are you here?" He asks awkwardly.

"Oh uh, I have Schizophrenia so I have auditory illusions. I hear things that aren't there." You say shyly looking downwards. You feel a finger under my chin lift my head up.

"I get it." He says softly. "You won't believe my story." He says.

"Try me." You say quietly.

"I-I have Lucifer in my head." He says. You look at him in shock.

"Explain." You say.

"I see him, I hear him and he doesn't shut up." He says softly. "He's standing in that corner right now singing "Highway to Hell"." He says pointing to the corner.

"Good song." You comment.

"Not 50 times in a row." He scoffs. He gets quieter. "I don't remember the last time I slept." He says sadly. 

"Oh-"

"Alright time to go back to your rooms." The nurse says to us all. Sam's head drops in defeat.

"Hold on I'm gonna try something." You say touching his shoulder. You walk up to one of the nice nurses. "Hello ma'am, listen I need a favor." You whisper.

"Depends." She says smiling.

"You have a new patient here named Sam, he's sitting behind me but he can't sleep. None of the meds have been helping. Can I just go into his room with him and help him sleep and down out the voices he hears?" I ask. She folds her lips contemplating your request.

"Okay, just don't tell anyone." She says hurriedly. You nod and smile. Turning around you take Sam's hand and you both walk to his room together. He tightens his grip on your hand interlacing his fingers with yours. The nurse opens his door and you both walk in.

"I'll just be right out here." She says smiling. You nod. You go and sit on Sam's bed with your back against the headboard. You pat your lap and smiles and walks over.

He lays down on the bed and lays his head on your lap. You pull the blanket over his tall body and you run your fingers through his hair combing it slowly. You quietly to down out the voice in his head. He hums quietly in content.

You smile and rest your other hand on his shoulder. Soon you feel his breathing even out and calm down.

You slide down to where he's laying and wrap your arms around his torso holding him against you.

He rolls over and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. He hums in content. You press a soft kiss to his forehead.

"Sleep well, Sammy." You say softly before letting sleep overtake you