Quiet Me
Quiet Me:
“Sam? Sam, open the goddamn door, now.” Sadie yelled, pounding on the door of the Winchester motel room. “Caroline and I have been calling you for days, where have you been?” She was in the middle of another round of banging her fist on the door when it opened, and she almost punched Sam in the chest. She started to apologize, but his facial expression stopped her. “Sam?” She whispered, stepping inside. “What is it?”
“It’s Dean,” He whimpered, “He just called me, but it wasn’t him. It was some demon, they’ve got him and they’re gonna kill him, Sade. Wha’do I do? What if they kill him?” He panicked. “I’ve been locked up in here trying to figure out where they could be and I can’t find them, I can’t-” He was shaking, his eyes had dark circles under them and his entire stature was a mess.
“Sam, calm down.” Sadie said, but he shook his head, backing up and tripping over something and falling over onto his back. He barely phased, sitting back up and rocking back and forth. Sadie, now truly worried, kneeled down in front of him and grabbed his face. “Sammy, it’s okay, you’re having a panic attack, you’re-” She saw the glazed look in his eyes and stopped cold. “Sam, you’re compelled.” She whispered. “Dean’s fine. You’re compelled, it’s not real, he’s ok.”
“They’re gonna kill him, Sade!” He yelled, crying. He was oblivious to her attempts to revive him. “Sam!” She screamed, trying a more violent tactic. “Sam, snap out of it!” Yelling didn’t appear to work either. Running her hands through her hair, she looked at the grieving and panic-stricken man, trying to figure out something, anything to snap him out of his compulsion. “Sammy…” She whimpered, “What can I do?”
“He’s gonna die. They’re gonna kill him. They’re gonna-” Sadie cut him off by slamming her lips onto his. He immediately reciprocated, lacing a hand through the hair on the back of her head. It went on for several moments, until Sadie pushed him away. He gasped for air, the look gone from his eyes. “Sadie… what happened?” She wouldn’t look at him, simply mumbling. “You were compelled, by something pretty damn powerful. I had to distract you to make it go away.” Standing up, she continued not to make eye contact. “I should go, I just wanted to make sure you were ok.” Sam stared wordlessly after her as she turned and walked out the door. She blinked harshly, fighting off the tears, as she started to shut the door. It was stopped by a hand. Turning slowly, she found Sam’s face to be nearly touching hers. “Thank you for doing that.” He whispered, grabbing her face and bringing it back to his.
“Anytime.” She whispered, slipping her hand behind her and shutting the door.