Sam Winchester X Reader: Just Breathe
Summary: After fighting for so long to cheat Dean’s deal, he finally succumbs to death. As Sam stares down at his brother’s lifeless body, he needs someone to pull him together.
Warnings: Death, injury, blood
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Sam’s vibrant eyes flooded with tears as he stared down at his brother, petrified as the elder hunter’s gaze was blank. His tears trickled down onto Dean’s shirt. His own blood was smeared over his face and soaked his clothes. The blood loss alone was far more than enough to have killed him, let alone the damage the Hell hounds surely had done to his entrails. The crimson liquid oozed out of his fatal wounds every instance Sam even faintly moved him.
“Dean…” Sam muttered under his breath, almost expecting for Dean to wake up. His emotionless eyes stared back at Sam as he desperately searched for any signs of life. “Dean, wake up,” he repeated over and over again, lips quivering. When his father died, Sam was devastated, but now that death had finally caught up with Dean, he was utterly broken.
“Sam, come on,” you breathed out in a plea, wiping away your tears. Your heart pounded against the middle of your chest as your gaze fell from Dean; it was appalling to merely catch a momentary glance at his lifeless body.
“He’s dead, (Y/N), and I couldn’t do anything to save him,” Sam spoke in disbelief. He wanted to think that this was all some cruel joke or a horrid nightmare that he would wake up from. But Dean wasn’t going to be waking up from this. His eyes remained motionless, staring up at the ceiling as of up to the heavens.
“We tried everything that we could to protect him. But now we need to get out of here,” you urged him, reaching out for him. Your arms snaked around his figure. “We can go to Bobby, he will know what to do,” you attempted to assure him. Although, even this was something that the elder hunter would not be able to fix. Dean was gone, no matter how impossible it was to accept, and nothing was going to bring him back.
“I-” he started to speak, biting on his lower lip to suppress his thoughts. “what are we going to do?”
“First, I need you to breath,” you soothed him, retracting from the embrace to twirl him around. You gently cupped his cheek to wipe away us tears, caressing his soft skin with the pad of your thumb. As his eyes met with yours, his breath started to slow in pace. “that’s right, just breathe in and out.”
He barely could nod in response, his heart still racing. “He shouldn’t have made that deal for me a year ago, then he wouldn’t be gone.”
“But then you would be,” you reminded him. Despite the fact that there was little hope left to bring Dean back to you all, for Sam, you had to keep fighting. You two would stop at nothing to find a way to save him from Hell, no matter the cost. However, there would need to be a line drawn at sacrificing your own lives, or else his sacrifice would have been for nothing.
“After all he’s done, he deserved it more than I did…”
“Don’t you dare talk like that,” you shushed him, pulling Sam down so your foreheads touched. Your eyes fluttered closed as his warm breath brushed up against your lips. “I know that it hurts, but you’ve done so much. You are worth so much and I couldn’t bear to lose you. I love you so much, so you know that I care for you. Even if you don’t see it, I see the worth in you. And so did Dean.”
As Sam’s lips quivered, he soon smashed them against yours to capture them in a loving yet sorrowful kiss. His tears dripped onto your cheeks as you sunk into his affection, tightening your hold on his cheeks. When you parted, he breathed out “Thank you.”
“Of course, I’m going to be here for you,” you brought to his attention. “for now… let’s move him to the Impala and then to Bobby’s. He’ll want to know what happened,” a frown painted your tear stained features. Finally, your gaze returned to Dean, an image that even years into the future would remain forever burned into your memories.
Sam reluctantly nodded, hesitating to turn back to face Dean. He slipped the keys to the car out of his brother’s front pocket, handing them to you “I’m sorry, Dean,” he whispered one last time as he reached to close his eyes. His own orbs clenched shut as he suppressed the last of his tears, refusing to let his emotions eat away at him.
He had to be strong for you.
“I need you to drive, I don’t think I can focus on driving right now,” he admitted in shame.
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll do it and anything else that you need,” you promised him, offering one last smile before standing up, watching as Sam came to lift up his brother’s body. “let’s go…”
