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You ran through the house, trying to be quiet. Your hands were holding your gun, loaded with witch-killing bullets. You rounded a corner and charged into the room, holding your gun steady in front of you. She knew. Her hand flew out in front of her, and you went flying against the wall, your gun dropping to the floor.
“Sorte maledicas!” She screamed as she threw something into a bowl, causing smoke to blow into your face. You coughed and thrashed your head back and forth, trying to cover your mouth with your sleeve. Suddenly, your stomach was rolling in pain, and your head began to pound. Sam ran into the room and shot the witch dead. You immediately fell to the floor, still in pain. You tried to stand, but Sam was there to carry you. His strong hands holding you with both power and care. He was whispering words of encouragement to you as his feet carried you with haste to the impala. Dean was waiting with the engine running. Sam didn’t hesitate to bring you into the front seat with him, laying you across his lap. His fingers brushed your hair back away from your face, and his lips kissed your hands lightly.
“I got you, baby.” He pressed his forehead against yours and swallowed thickly, licking his lips.
“Sam.” Your voice was weak.
“Shh. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. You’re my world, baby. I am going to take good care of you.” He was trying to hold his emotions in, and it was evident in his voice.
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Dean busted into the bunker, holding the door open for Sam to carry you in. He laid you down on the library table, checking your whole body for injuries. Seeing nothing, he began to mix the herbs in a counterspell. He held your head when he put the cup to your lips, helping you drink. You swallowed the liquid and felt immediate relief.
“Thank you, Sam.” You raised your hand to Sam’s cheek and smiled at him. He closed his eyes and took a step toward you, wrapping his arms around you.
“Y/N. I could never lose you; you’re the love of my life.” He leaned his head down and captured your lips in his. Bending his knees slightly, he picked you up and pulled you into his chest. His tongue brushed your lower lip, your mouth opening to him. His hands slid under your shirt, caressing your skin. You moaned and opened your mouth wider. Your leg slipped, and you fell slightly, you yelped, and your teeth sunk into Sam’s lip. He groaned in pain and pulled away from you. His brow furrowed, eyebrows coming together; he placed you on the floor and touched his bleeding lip. You both looked at each other, confused, before you started apologizing.
“Sam, oh my God. I am so sorry.” You grabbed his hand and checked out his lip.
“Y/N, it's ok. We all get too into it sometimes.” He laughed lightly. He took a step towards you as you went to turn and get him a washcloth. You missed the first step and your ankle twisted from the pressure. Your knee gave out, and you fell onto your face.
“What the fuck?” You said, turning over and raising to your elbows, your eyes met Sam’s. Sam pulled his eyebrows together again, and he was staring at you with wide eyes. He quickly gathered his composure and came to help you to your feet. You tried to put pressure onto your ankle and immediately groaned in pain, falling slightly against him. Sam picked you up and carried you to the infirmary room, placing you onto the bed and searching through the cabinets. He pulled up the pant leg of your jean and took your sock off. He ran his fingers over your ankle and put slight pressure on some places, making you wince.
“I don’t think it's broken, just sprained. I’m going to have to wrap it, and you’re going to have to take it easy for a few days.” He said, turning to grab the bandage. You nodded and let out an annoyed sigh as you watched Sam’s long and nimble fingers work the bandage around your foot and ankle. It always amazed you that he was able to be so gentle while also being so strong. He stopped halfway through and looked up from where he was kneeling in front of you, and began to unwrap the bandage.
“What are you doing?” You asked, leaning forward slightly.
“I think you should bathe first. Then I will put the bandage on.” He had a mischievous look in his eye, and Sam turned the left side of his mouth into a smirk.
“You are full of good ideas.” You ran your fingers through his hair and licked your bottom lip. He stood, grabbing you along the way. Your legs wrapped around his hips again, and his hands came to hold your thighs. His eyes looked into yours, and you both smiled at each other. You snuggled into his chest as he walked down the hallway and into the bathroom.
“Can you stand at all?” He asked, placing you tentatively on the floor.
“I think so.” You answered, standing on one foot. You lowered the toes of your injured foot to the ground and balanced on just the ball of your foot. Glancing up at him, you nodded. He moved over to the tub and turned the water on, finding the right temperature to let it fill. He smiled as he walked back over to you and placed his hands on your hips, once again letting them glide under your shirt. Your breathing quickened, and your lips parted slightly. Sam’s eyes darkened and gave his head a flick upwards, signaling for you to raise your arms. You did as instructed, and Sam lifted your shirt over your head, then unhooked your bra. His hands moved over your skin as he dropped to his knees again. His lips left open mouth kisses all over your stomach as his hands undid the button on your jeans and pulled them down your legs. His fingers were like flames dancing along your thighs, hooking into the elastic of your panties, rubbing over your clothed core. Your head lolled back, and a breathy moan left your lips; your fingers were in Sam’s hair. His mouth was running over you, your knees bent slightly to give him better access, and you lost your balance. A shocked “oh” left your mouth as your arms shot out and your body crumpled into Sam’s. Your knees hit the tile hard, and you yelped in pain, your eyes closing.
“Baby, what’s going on?” Sam asked, gathering you in his arms and rubbing your knees.
“I don’t know. I keep getting hurt.” You were confused, scared, and slightly pissed. You didn’t know why this was all happening, and you were already tired of being in pain. “Maybe I just need a good night's sleep?” You offered, letting your eyes drift to Sam’s.
“Yeah, maybe. Let's get you cleaned up, and then we will get you to bed.” He hooked his hands under your arms and once again helped you up. You took your panties off, and he undressed completely. Sam was beautiful; aside from his gorgeous face, he had long and lean muscles and tanned skin. His shoulders were broad and his hips narrow. His strong arms wrapped around you once again, and you pressed your hands against his hot skin. He led you to the tub and helped you climb in before settling in behind you. You leaned against him and let the water relax your muscles and pain away. His hands were running down your arms and up your torso, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He helped you lay back, even more, getting your hair wet. He grabbed the shampoo and squirted some in his hands, his fingers working the soap into your scalp. You moaned slightly as he ran his fingers into your hair from the base of your neck and massaged your scalp. His fingers moved from your hair to your neck, working your muscles slightly before they grazed your shoulders. His strong hands worked all the tension you were holding there; he then helped you lean back again to wash the shampoo out. He grabbed conditioner and ran it through the ends of your hair before twisting the strands together and laying them across your right shoulder, allowing you to rest on his chest again. He took your body wash and dipped a washcloth into the warm water. He ran the warm and soapy cloth all along your skin, not leaving any part untouched. Your whole body was throbbing with Sam’s touch driving you crazy. After you rinsed your skin, his lips left a trail of kisses along your neck and shoulders. You were squirming in his touch, looking for relief, when he suddenly spoke.
“Do you want to know what I love most about your body?” He said as his lips pressed into the crown of your head.
“I can take a wild guess.” You giggled. His chest rumbled as he chuckled with you.
“As much as I love being inside there, I love this freckle the most.” He touched a freckle that laid against your skin.
“Why?” You were staring at his finger, twirling around the freckle.
“When we first met, that vamp hunt in Dodge City, I was watching you swing your machete and kill vamp after vamp, your shirt moved, and I saw this freckle. I had already thought you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and then I saw you kick ass, but then I saw this freckle on your smooth skin that begged me to touch it. There is something about it that brings me back to seeing you for the first time. Something about it that whenever I see it or touch it…I get to relive the memory.” He was looking away now, lost in his own feelings. You turned around so you could straddle his lap and placed your hands on his cheeks.
“When I first saw you, I knew that you were going to be someone who meant a lot to me. I had no idea how fast or how hard I would fall in love with you, but I knew you were the one. You are so important; you mean everything to me. I love you, Sam Winchester.” You said, looking deep into his eyes and not letting go. He took a deep breath and placed one hand on your neck, letting his thumb run over your jaw while his fingers twisted into your hair.
“I love you so much, Y/N.” He was smiling now, holding you with his massive arms.
You two finished your bath, and he helped you out of the tub, making sure you were steady before he let go and got towels for the both of you. You both dried off; Sam gathered you in his arms once more and carried you into the bedroom where he placed you on the bed. He dressed in pajama bottoms and a large T-Shirt before getting his pajamas out of the dresser. He pulled the pants up over your legs, leaving small kisses on your skin; you pulled on your pajama top. Then, he once again knelt in front of you and pulled up your pant leg so he could wrap your ankle. When he was done, he placed a gentle kiss on the bandage and climbed onto the bed. You wrapped yourself into him and closed your eyes, feeling the exhaustion wash over you.
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You woke tangled in Sam, his breath fanning across the sensitive skin of your neck as his large arms pulled you tightly into him. You wiggled slightly to shimmy your way out of his body. He rolled on his back but remained sleeping. You got out of bed and limped into the kitchen; you were getting the coffee on when you lost your footing, sending a mug into the ground. The shards spread outward in every way; you tried to jump back slightly and landed on your bad ankle. You fell into the shards, slicing your hand open.
“Sam!” You screamed from where you were sitting. Sam came running into the kitchen, eyes wild and gun in hand. He looked over the entire room before his eyes landed on you. The blood was beginning to drip onto the floor now, and your hand wouldn’t stop shaking. He came over and crouched down beside you at the same time Dean raced into the room. Dean's eyes landed on you and his brother, and his face turned from hard and emotionless to one of genuine concern. Once again, Sam picked you up and brought you into the infirmary, flicking his head for Dean to follow.
“What the hell is happening to me, Sam? I can’t do anything without hurting myself.” You were really upset now, eyes full of unshed tears as you looked helplessly at him.
“It has to be the witch, Y/N; maybe it was more advanced magic than we thought.” He was looking at your hand, the shard of mug still stuck in it.
“You gave her something to counter it,” Dean said, coming to stand close to you and place a reassuring hand on your shoulder.
“I did, but this is three injuries in less than 24 hours. I am not sure what else to think.” Sam gingerly pulled the shard from your wound while holding your hand in place. You closed your eyes and let out a gasp of pain.
“We can look into the spell once you're all stitched up,” Dean said, giving you a small smile. “See what we can do to stop it.” You nodded up at him and let out a small breath, still in pain.
“Dean.” You looked up at him.
“Yeah?”
“Whiskey.” That was all you said back. Dean immediately turned around and grabbed the closest bottle, unscrewing the top before handing it to you. You took a chug and let it rest against your thigh. Sam grabbed the bottle and poured it over your wound, making you scream. You ripped the bottle out of his hands, chugging more of it down. Sam cleaned and stitched your wound. You kept wincing, you were trying to be brave and not show how much it hurt, but you were so scared. Dean came and sat in front of you on the bed.
“Remember the time Sam fell through the floor of that shitty old barn?” Dean didn’t even finish the question before he started laughing.
“Oh my God, yes! He fell through the top part there and landed in all that hay. The sound he made!” You were laughing now too.
“He smelt so bad, covered in shit, and God knows what.” Dean let out a loud belly laugh; you reached forward and placed your hand on his shoulder. The two of you laughed together as Sam finished stitching your hand, rolling his eyes and trying to hide his smile. He rubbed antibacterial gel along the cut and wrapped your hand in gauze.
“We will have to change these frequently, and you are going to have to be really careful with your hand.” Sam was in his serious mode now. You smiled at him and nodded.
“Thank you, Sam.” You cupped your injured hand in your lap. “And thank you to Dean for the distraction.”
“Anytime,” Dean said.
“Always.” Sam nodded and placed a stray piece of hair behind your ear. He helped you stand up, and you wobbled your way into the kitchen with Sam’s assistance. Dean made eggs and bacon as Sam made coffee. After breakfast, Sam helped you into the library to look at the lore on the spell cast on you. The two of you poured over books and websites, trying to find anything.
“Uh oh.” You said, staring at the page.
“What is it?” Sam came over and stood behind you, looking at the page too.
“I’m cursed.” You said, looking up at him. His eyebrows came together, and he leaned forward, reading the full text.
“Oh my God.” He laid a hand on your shoulder and spun your chair around so he could crouch in front of you. “Hey, baby, we are going to figure this out, ok? I am never going to let anything happen to you. I will do whatever I have to do to protect you.” His hands were on either side of your face, his panicked eyes holding yours. You couldn’t speak, so you just nodded and tried to steady your breathing. He pulled you into his chest and let you cry as he whispered soft “I love you”s and “It’s gonna be ok”s into your ear. You were dying if this curse wasn’t broken, and soon, you would die. You curled yourself tighter into Sam and let the sadness take you.