Lost and Found- Sam Winchester

chapter seven

I feel cold water pour over my bare body. My knees were to my face, so I was not exposing myself. Sam was bathing me, I could barely move. They had cleaned and stitched me up after everything that happened and it took every bit of me to stay awake. I had never been through this much pain before. Sam was highly uncomfortable but he would do whatever he needed to to keep me safe. I couldn't thank him enough for what he was doing.

"Can you um- move a bit?" His eyes shut, like he had never seen a naked woman before.

"Thank you."

"It's really no problem at all. It's my fault you're in this situation. The least I can do is help clean you up and take care of you." 

He washes my wounds, and I suddenly flinch, seeing Sam's eyes were still closed.

"This is not your fault. At all. I chose to come with you."

"Yeah but I feel like I forced you."

"You did not. I chose you because I care about you."

"More than Dean?"

"I care about both of you, but Sam there is something about you. I don't know what it is, and I'm sorry if that sounds weird. But me and you, we're connected."

"I get what you're saying. Can we talk about something?"

"Maybe when I'm not naked and being bathed by you."

"Yeah, that's fine." 

I let out a small chuckle and take his hand, placing a kiss on it.

"Thank you Sam, really."

He opens his eyes but doesn't look down at all, only on my face. We just gave each other direct eye contact and smiled for a second, until he shut the curtain.

"I'm going to let you finish. Just come out when you're done."

"Okay, Sammy."

I hear the door shut and I continue to bathe myself, looking down at the gunshot wound in my shoulder and the knife cuts down my torso as well as the stab wound from Gordon. I couldn't stop remembering the feeling of the knife in my stomach. It kept flashing in my mind, it made me wonder if anyone had ever seen a vision of me and if it could've ever saved me from stuff like this.

I get out of the bath and tap myself dry, being extra safe around my wounds and then wrapping them up. Dean and Sam had helped stitch and patch me up when I was unconscious, I had awoke in a load of pain and Sam told me it was best to clean myself up but I wasn't feeling up to moving yet so he helped me. I didn't deserve him really, he was too pure for this world. I grab a pair of grey sweat pants and a big black hoodie, which I assumed was Sam's because I had never seen it before. I dry my hair a bit with my towel and then toss it to the floor. I open the door to see Sam and Dean talking, sitting on opposite beds facing each other. They both look over to me and Sam smiles, looking up and down. 

"Isn't that Sam's?" Dean chuckles.

"Yeah, it was set out for me. I kinda like it." I pulled my arms up into the hoodie more so my hands were covered.

"It looks great on you." Sam's smile grows larger as I come and sit next to him on the bed.

"So, what are we talking about?" I feel my hand inches from Sams.

"Nothing."

"I'm sure you were wondering if I'm okay after everything that just happened and I am."

"This was your first bad experience with everything and it's okay to not be alright. You could've been seriously hurt, more than you were or even worse-" Dean was trying to give me a pep talk, which I wasn't wanting to hear right now.