Sam x Reader
“Please stop moving, you’re only making this more difficult.” Sam scolds me gently, applying more pressure to my leg. Wincing at the pain that flares up in my leg, I struggle to stop my squirming. Pulling the cloth back, Sam tosses it into the bathtub with a scowl. He grabs a second cloth and soaking it with alcohol presses it back to my leg. Yelping loudly, I jerk my leg off the edge of the bathtub, tumbling onto the floor. “Jesus, it’s not that bad. You’ve had worse and not complained as much.”
Glaring up at Sam from where I’m slumped on the bathroom floor, ignoring the blood that’s soaking my torn clothes. “Fuck off, it hurts Sam. How about I stab a shard of wood into your leg and jerk it down and let’s see how you’d react.” I mumble before weakly standing up. Swinging my leg back onto the edge of the bathtub, I bit my lower lip as Sam reapplies the cloth.
I allow him to finish cleaning and bandaging my wound without much of a protest; the occasional whimper escaping me and small leg wiggle. As he ties the bandage off, I gently move my weight onto it. Avoiding the blood on the floor, I leave the bathroom, telling Sam to leave the mess for later.
Dropping onto my bed, I press my face into the pillow. I feel the bed dip beside me as Sam settles down, carefully wrapping his body around me. Tears prick my eyes as I run my fingers over the bandages and before I realize it a sob has slipped from my mouth, making Sam’s arms gently tighten around.
“What’s wrong?” He asks me, his hands rubbing my back in an attempt to soothe me.
“Is Dean right?” I ask, still touching my leg despite Sam’s effort to push my hand away. “He said it was my fault. And I mean he’s kinda right, isn’t he? They almost died and I got injured. And it was a really stupid injury.”
Clearing his throat, Sam asks, “What exactly did Dean say?”
I shrug, pressing myself closer to Sam’s body, hiding my face to his neck. “It’s wasn’t anything major just that I’ve been slowing you guys down and I’d be better off if I wasn’t a hunter. I don’t think he fully meant it, he was just mad at me for fucking up.”
“You didn’t fuck up.” Sam presses a kiss to the top of my head. “You’re right though, Dean was just mad and said the first thing that came to his head. He doesn’t mean it. You’ve saved the both of us multiple times and Dean knows it.”
Nodding, I close my eyes, sniffling a yawn. “I’m gonna try to sleep. Promise to be here when I wake up.”
“Yeah, I promise.”