#sam love

Two days. It had only been two days and you were already done with all of this. All the pain. All the exhaustion, and even the overwhelming feeling of being worthless.

You thought you had this. You’ve always been strong, or at least you thought you were. But you were terribly wrong. The pain, even with your pills was over the top and not much brought you comfort. You could barely walk, even with the help of your walker or cane. It hurt to stand, sit or even lay down. If you so much as lifted your legs to walk or lifted your arms to reach for something, turned your head, or even stretched, you felt like dying. And if you’re paying attention, that’s all humans do. So in turn, you mine as well just be dead right now.

It felt like it was taking you hours to move from the living room to the kitchen. Every few steps you had to stop and let the pain do it’s thing before you could move any further.

Being more than four hours since you had taken your pills last, you figured why not try another dose. Though you knew it would maybe only take the edge off slightly. But anything was better than this at the moment.

You left the walker in the living room on the farther side of the couch, so your help to the kitchen was your cane this time, and you were slowly beginning to regret it. You figured that you would be fine as long as you took it slow, but the pain was winning every battle. The single stick wasn’t helping you stay on both feet too well, which was making you move even slower.

Dakota remained by your side though, seeing that you were struggling. If only he could walk for you, you were sure he would do it. Being well trained, he often fetched things for you, like the remote the other day. But your dumb ass had put your pills up far enough on the counter that he couldn’t get them for you. You had no choice but to push yourself across the house and get them yourself.

Stopping yet again, you could hear a few more whimpers from your four legged companion, making your heart ache for the fact that you were making him so sad.

“I know, buddy. It’s okay.” After licking your hand a few more times, he backed off a little, letting you have your room so you could continue your trek into the kitchen.

The cane wobbled with the next few steps you took, but you kept your confidence as you kept moving. Or at least you tried.

One of the next steps you took, the cane connected to one of the dinning room chairs, making you flinch at the contact. 

Bad move.

You cried out in pain. The sharp, stabbing feeling that ran down your back went into your legs and even shot down into your toes, and of course that only made you flinch more, causing even more pain.

There was no stopping it. The pain was so overwhelming and there was nothing you could do to take it away now that you set your body off. Your legs gave out quickly, making you lose your grip on your cane. Your attempt at grabbing for a chair failed, your fingers barely brushing against the wood before all you saw was carpet coming in fast.

Your hands attempted to take the blow on impact, but that only made things worse. You felt your ass hit the floor, but seconds later you felt a blow to the back of your head.

Dakota’s cold nose was soon up in your face, making you groan even more even though you couldn’t be mad at him for being so protective.

“Stop, Kota.” you whined, lightly pushing him away before reaching back and nursing your head with your right hand. The spot was definitely tender and probably would be for a while. 

“Dammit.” you breathed before letting your back rest against the leg of the dinning table. The same wooden leg that just attacked your head, making you slightly dizzy and even a little tired. Or maybe that’s just the exhaustion from dragging yourself across the house mixed with the pain you were in. How were you supposed to tell now that you’ve taken a blow to the head.

Clearly Dakota knew something was wrong before you did though, which is how he was trained. He licked your face a few times, keeping close even as you went to push yourself off the floor. But two things happened there. One, you had a new pain shoot through your left leg, but number two, before you could even register it completely, your vision started to go splotchy .

Before your vision could clear back up, you carefully let yourself rest against the leg of the table again, regretfully knowing that you probably weren’t going to be able to move for awhile.

With loose sweats and a matching t-shirt, Sam jogged down the spiral staircase, a rectangle box balancing in his right hand. His shirt was wet and sticking to his back, the long run he went on was just now coming to an end as he entered the kitchen.

Dean glanced up from his coffee, grimacing as he took in the aftermath of his brothers morning run. But when he saw the box, the disgust quickly turned into complete interest.

“Got doughnuts.” Sam showed off the box a little more before placing them on the counter, Dean inevitably standing from his seat and b-lining it to unveil the contents inside.

The variety of fried dough made his mouth water within seconds of lifting the lid, his eyes scanning each one, trying to pick which lucky one he got to have first.

“Thanks, Sammy.” Settling for just a plain glazed doughnut, Dean wasted no time in biting into it after thanking his brother.

“I’m gonna go take a shower.” Sam slowly backed out of the room, hearing a light grunt come from Dean before he turned down the hall.

His shirt was heavy with the sweat that it soaked up from the run. But that only made it that more satisfying to take it off. After running a hand through his hair, Sam then dropped his sweats and boxers, untangling his feet from them before resting his sweaty pile of clothes on the bathroom counter.

The steam from the shower already made the room fog up, the warmth surrounding him already bringing comfort to his sore muscles. Which only meant that the hot water was going to do wonders.

Sam spent longer than he wanted to under the hot rain, but it was beyond worth it. He almost felt like a new man as he walked back into the kitchen.

His head tilted slightly as he saw Dean sitting with a half eaten doughnut in his hand. A completely different doughnut than what he saw him with when he disappeared into the warm oasis. Dean ignored his stare though as he continued to enjoy the sweet, puffy pastry. 

Moving for the fridge, Sam swiped a water bottle from the shelf, popping it open right away and taking a swig as he moved back around the counter. Curiosity had him glance inside the box and that’s when his eyes widened slightly when he saw what was inside.

“You had four of those already!?” Dean slowed his jaw, the guilty face hard to hide when he knew there was no way to lie to Sam about it. “Jesus, Dean. I don’t get how you’re not overweight.”

“Cause of all the exercise.” he answered with doughnut still in his mouth.

“What exercise!?”

“Chasing down all the evil son of a bitch’s.” Rolling his eyes, Sam then reached for his phone which was now ringing, letting Dean win the argument.

“Hello?” Dean watched from across the table, tossing the rest of his fourth doughnut into his mouth. “Yeah?” Thinking it was a case that had come to a head because of how Sam looked, Dean waited patiently, wishing he could hear who was on the other line.