#spn!reader

Sam x Sister!reader

Prompts - 

1: “I’ll make you something, yeah?”

2: “let's get you back to bed”

Summary: based on season 15, Chuck sends the reader to purgatory. 

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Your eyes were burning. You were sat in the kitchen. It was the lightest place in the bunker, the place where you felt most secure. 

Curled into a fetal position with your legs brought up to your chest, your arms wrapped around them, a demon blade hung loosely from your right hand as you surveyed the two entrances, you could see both through the corners of your eyes. 

You had been ignoring the shakiness that was present throughout your body, whether it be from lack of sleep, lack of food, or both. You couldn’t afford to let your guard down. That’s how you’d get hurt. 

It had been two weeks since you returned from Purgatory. You have yet to talk about your experience, Dean and Cas have tried the most to get something out of you. They had been using their own experiences to try and get you to open up, but you couldn’t. It was like your mouth had been wired shut, any attempt to talk about what had happened was met with stoic silence.

You rubbed your eyes with the palm of your left hand trying ever so hard to blink away the exhaustion. 

Your eyes snapped towards the entrance to your left as your big brother, Sam, stumbled sleepily into the room. You observed as he made his way over to the fridge, he pulled out some milk, closing the door he leaned against one of the counters and started unscrewing the lid. 

You narrowed your eyes as he brought it to his mouth “are you seriously not going to use a glass?” you muttered. A swear left his mouth as he jumped, he looked towards you, “geez, Y/n. You scared the crap out of me” he breathed out with a hand over his heart. “Sorry” you mumbled adjusting the grip on your knife.

Sam took in your disheveled appearance, you avoided eye contact with him as his eyes scanned your face. 

You knew you looked like shit, there was no point in denying it. You had barely slept whilst in Purgatory, only managing an average of three hours a week, that added on to the fact you hadn’t slept for two weeks straight was definitely beginning to show on your person.

Your eyes were bloodshot red with grey bags underneath them, your cheeks were slightly sunken in. 

“Are you okay?” Sam asked.

You fought the urge to roll your eyes at the obviously dumb question, “I’m just dapper” you replied whilst bouncing your leg,

“Y/n” Sam spoke in a warning tone.

“Well, what the hell am I supposed to say?” You shot back in anger only to close your eyes tightly in regret. You looked down as you felt your shoulders start to sag, your whole body seemed to start folding in on itself. 

“I’m sorry” you whispered. 

“No, no it’s okay. That was a bit of a dumb question to ask” he came and sat in front of you, his back to the wall. He took in how you curled in on yourself, he took note of your body shaking. 

He leaned forward and took the knife out of your hand, only for you to shoot forward and try to grasp it back “NO, I need that!” you hissed, he held it away from you.

“Why do you need it? You’re home, you’re safe. You know that you don’t need to protect yourself anymore” he spoke quietly.

“What if I'm not?!” you fired back, your eyes red with unshed tears. "What if I'm not safe! What if this is more mind games from Chuck, this is exactly the type of stuff he'd trick me with back there... Every time I slept I'd be back here only it wasn't true. You have no idea what I went through in that hell hole, Sam" you spat, tears now rolling freely down your face, creating trails as they fell.

Sam grabbed your hands and turned his body to face you, "you trust me, don't you?" he asked, you looked into his eyes and saw desperation and hurt, not hurt for the words you had said but hurt from seeing his sister in so much pain. 

You nodded your head, "then trust me when I tell you that you are safe. I promise. You don't need to protect yourself like this anymore, you're home, you're safe, I promise".

You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his waist, your head buried in his chest "I'm so tired" you whimpered. 

He wrapped his arms securely around your shoulders, "I know, sweetheart. You can stay with me for tonight, okay?" you nodded your head, "I'll make you something, yeah? How about a hot chocolate?" he asked, you leaned back and allowed him to wipe the tears from your face, you nodded your head. 

He stood up and held out his hands for you. 

Once he helped you to your feet he walked you over to the table, "sit there, I'll be back in a minute" he spoke gently. You sat down and rested your head in the palm of your hands, you closed your eyes as you felt sleep overtake you.

You let out a yawn and covered your face, shaking your head as if to rid yourself of any bleariness.

"Here you go," Sam said as he placed a hot chocolate in front of you. 

"Thank you" you whispered as you took a sip, it burnt your tongue, the roof of your mouth, and your throat causing you to grimace slightly.

"Will you tell Dean about any of this?" You asked as your finger circled the rim of the mug.

“Only if you want me to. I think you should tell him though, Dean’s been through this. So has Cas, they’ll be able to help you” you nodded your head.

A couple minutes later you pushed the now empty mug away from you. Your eyes were practically shutting on their own, your body was slumped forward slightly. 

Sam grinned softly and stood up, he circled the table and made his way over to you, “let’s get you back to bed” he grunted slightly as he lifted you, your head lolled over to his shoulder as sleep consumed you.