I’ll Always Look After You-Sam Winchester
disclaimer: I do not own Sam Winchester or Dean. They belong to the SPN peeps.
Summary: After a hunt, Dean takes the reader out for dinner and drops her off to Sam. Little does Sam know, he and the reader are in for a long night.
Warnings: Vomiting, anxiety
Authors note: I basically only write sickfics cause I can never come up with anything else, so give me so prompts if your up for it. ❤️
You've felt a little off since you and Dean went to a diner on your way home from a hunt. Sam had been home researching, so when Dean dropped you off, Sam had been waiting by the front door of the bunker.
" Where's Dean going?" Sam asked, even though he was sure he knew the answer.
"Went to the bar to pick up chicks and celebrate, but I'm not feeling it tonight, so he left me here." You replied feeling suddenly tired.You leaned on Sam as he nodded in response and led you to your room.
"Good night Y/N." Sam said quietly as he walked out and shut the door.
I laid down and closed my eyes tightly while rubbing my stomach. I knew I must have eaten something bad and I would be sick eventually, but I knew that if I said something, the sooner something would happen. So I laid there, tossing and turning, moaning in my head, and waiting for hell to come.
-An hour later-
I bolted up right and ran for the bathroom. Once there and hovered over the toilet, I began to freak out. I hate being sick. "SAM!" I scream through the open bathroom door.
Sam came running in, gun in hand, pointing it everywhere before looking down at me. With a sigh of both relief and worry, he shoved his gun in the back of his plaid pajama pants and knelt down next to me.
"What's wrong Y/N? Talk to me." he said while rubbing my back.
In response, I started gagging. Sam gathered my hair and rubbed my back while whispering in my ear. " Shhhhh, your okay. I've got you." I shook my head and gripped his free hand in mine, squeezing my eyes shut tighter, if that was even possible. "Just let it out." And did i ever.
Sam took the hair tie that I always keep on my wrist and ties my hair back while he stood up to get a wash rag. After wetting my rag, he placed it on my neck, which made a shiver run down my spine. Then he proceeded to rub my back and hold me up.
I was so weak once I finished. I fell back into Sam's arms and cried. I was hyperventilating and Sam knew he had to calm me down before I made myself sick again.
He brought his hands to my face and gently had me face him. "Y/N, look at me. Hey, your okay now. Copy my breathing." I did as I was told and followed Sam's chest as it moved. I could see the worry in his eyes, but he never let it show in his face.
I love Sam so I knew almost everything about the guy. The way he never lets emotion cross his face, but it always showed in his brown eyes. The way he reads and turns his full attention to it. The way he comforts the victims of a supernatural attack and acts like he's known them forever. I knew that he never sleeps anymore, but when he does, he's with me or Dean or Cas, but never alone. But I couldn't tell him I loved him because he probably doesn't love me back.
"Are you okay now?" He asked.
"Yeah. I still feel a little sick, but better." I replied and blush when I realize Sam had lifted me onto his lap when I was thinking. I was now being cradled in my moose's arms while my head rested on his chest.
"Let's brush that taste out of your mouth and get you into bed." Sam announced as he stood me up. I wobbled a bit at the sudden change in pressure, losing my balance, I fell straight into Sam. He caught me and literally swept me off my feet, setting me on the bathroom counter. I lean my head lazily on his shoulder as he fixes my toothbrush and then hands it to me.
After I brush my teeth and Sam cleans my face, he carried me to my room and laid me down on my bed. He left and went to go grab a trash can and some Gatorade and other supplies i might need. Once he came back and made sure I took some medicine to calm my stomach, he started to leave.
I grabbed his arm and turned him toward me. "Thank you Sam. I appreciate it." I said with a small smile.
"Of course. I'll always look after you." He said with a small smile. I patted the bed and he laid down, gun under his pillow and me wrapped in his arms. " I'll always look after you because I love you more than life itself." He whispered quietly right as I fell asleep.