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Prompt: "After a long hunt, Sam insists on patching you up himself, even though your injury is minor. His hands are gentle, but his eyes keep betraying a deeper worry he refuses to voice."

Sam catches you before you can lose your balance, steadying you as you stumble toward Baby. You lean against the car, one hand braced on the cool metal, the other clutching your side as the stinging sensation ripples through your torso.

“Really, Sammy, I’m okay.” You’re not just trying to convince him — you’re trying to convince yourself, too. “It’s just a little scratch. Give it twenty-four hours and I’ll be good as new.”

“That’s not a little scratch, Y/N.” He lifts the edge of your torn shirt, revealing four bright, angry gashes carved into your skin. “I don’t even need light to know these are deep. Let me get the first aid kit.”

You groan, holding your shirt up and careful not to brush the wound.

Sam returns from the trunk, flipping the kit open. “Here, hold this.” He passes you a flashlight, and you obediently aim it at your side — only to see the truth. It’s bad.

“I don’t need stitches… right?” you ask, voice dripping with doubt.

“I don’t think so…” His tone is far from reassuring. He presses a clean cloth into your free hand. “Hold that there to slow the bleeding while I get this ready. But just so you know, this is gonna hur—”

“I know.” You cut him off, already bracing yourself. Chills crawl up your spine just thinking about what’s coming.

“Ready?” he asks, hovering the gauze soaked in alcohol over your side.

“As I’ll ever—GAHHH!” You bite down hard on your lip, trying to ride out the wave of pain. “F@*k!”

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” Sam blurts, guilt written across his face as he works.

Tears well up, spilling freely — until you notice the way he’s looking at you, like your pain is his own.

“I’m fine,” you whisper, pressing one hand to his cheek, and the other is hovering over his hand that's pressing the gauze against your wound.

He blinks, pulling himself back to focus. His hands are gentle as he stitches the worst cut, then bandages the rest.

When you’re settled into Baby’s passenger seat, Sam lingers, his eyes heavy with guilt. “I’m sorry, Y/N. This is my fault. It could’ve been worse—”

“It’s not your fault, Sammy.”

“Y/N… this is on me. Dean told me not to hit that wolf nest without him—”

“I talked you into it,” you cut in. “I knew the risk. I’m the one who got sloppy.”

His eyes flick up, locking with yours.

“I’m okay. We’re okay,” you tell him firmly.

He brushes a loose strand of hair back from your face, fingertips lingering. “If anything happened to you—” His voice catches, and he swallows hard.

“You’re always so careful with me, Sam.” Your voice drops. “Why?”

The question hangs heavy between you. You can hear his breathing, feel the heat rolling off him. And then, he moves—slow, deliberate—closing the space until his lips meet yours.

It starts soft, testing, then deepens when you respond. For a moment, the world fades—until a sharp flare of pain in your side drags you back.

“Ah—dammit,” you hiss, pressing a hand to your wound.

“Sorry.” He gives you a small, crooked smile. “Just… try to relax. We’ll talk at the motel.”

The road back is quiet, except for the low rumble of Baby’s engine and the soft hum of a song you don’t know. His hand finds yours on the console, fingers lacing without a word.

And that’s when it hits you.

This must be it. This must be love.

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

A/N: Hey y’all — it’s been way too long, so forgive me if my writing’s a little rusty. 💕 💖 Decided to give a Sam Winchester imagine a go, and I'm so glad I did. I really hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed creating it.

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{{Imagine Dean disrespecting you and learning his lesson. // Y/N is sitting at the bunker table with Dean, doing some research, when a petty fight ensued between the stressed couple.}}

“-Bring me some pie,” Dean yelled, before Y/N could exit the room.

“Excuse me,” Y/N halted in her tracks and threw Dean an appalled look. “I don’t know who you’re talking to, but I sure as hell know it ain’t me.”

“Oh, come on. Don’t make this something it isn’t. You know I love me some pie.”