Sammy
Summary: Sam was injured severely in a hunt. Dean makes those responsible pay and deals with the traumatic aftermath that Sammy undergoes, offering brotherly support and love.
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“Sammy!” Dean called, but Sam was too far out of it to respond, his vision spotty as darkness pulled him under. He felt warmth on his face and a profound feeling of safety before he finally succumbed to the dark.
When he awoke, he found himself in a bed covered in blankets that kept him in place, his entire body aching. He groaned and raised his hand to rub his eyes before opening them, finding the lights off, a fact that he felt very thankful for. Sam felt a few stitches in place over his face and assumed all his other wounds were attended to.
He looked around and found Dean sitting in one of the motel chairs next to his bed, looking at Sam with a small smile of relief.
“Heya, Sammy,” Dean rasped and Sam did a double take. Dean usually isn’t this broken up when Sam gets injured, so it must have been pretty bad. Well, Sam knew it was bad, still felt like crap, damn hunters.
“Hey, Dean,” Sam tried to say, but only a pitiful sound came out and Sam looked at Dean with wide eyes. Dean looked sad and Sam knew that this might be permanent. Those hunters even took his voice just because he didn’t know where Gabe was, couldn’t disclose his information because even Sam didn’t know where his angel was.
Sam’s breaths came faster because what if he could never talk again? What else did they destroy too much that it might never work? Why did this have to happen now when he was already dealing with-
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