He cringed when he realized the stranger must have caught something he said to... well, something that wasn’t there. People thinking him crazy was the last thing he needed, even if they wouldn’t be far off. Instead he glanced down at the dog by his feet, kneeling down to pet the happy pup, “Uhm nothing. I just... is this your dog?” he asked.

"Listen.. listen t'me... I'm so proud of you..."

“What are you here for?” Sam asked. He was so damned weary he felt like he could sleep for ten years, but it was the exact thing that evaded him completely. To think his death would come because of lack of sleep. How ironic. After everything they had been through. Everything he had been through. Lack of sleep - yes, that. That. Would be the end of Sam Winchester. 

My muse had fallen unconcious in a deadly situation, yours has been kind enough to carry them to safety. Send me a ☠ for their reaction to waking up in your character’s arms.

It was far from the first time he'd wake up after being knocked out during a fight, but it wasn't so often he did so while being tucked into his big brother's embrace. Such display of affection usually meant one thing. That Sam had gotten hurt badly. "D'n?" he muttered, blinking a little. Taking a moment to realize the red he was seeing most likely was his own blood. Headwound. He groaned at the splitting pain shooting through his head as he moved just a fraction and tried to press closer to Dean.

Sam had been rendered useless for a while by the time Bobby one day came and offered them a seaside home to stay at for a while. A rich couple that gladly owed him something from the past. It had been much needed for both the brothers even though Sam would still have hallucinations and break down, but with his brother there for him. Helping him with kind touches to chase the evil away rather than with pain like before.

The Leviathans couldn’t be ignored for long though and what a mess they caused. Despite all this Sam was starting to do better for a while. Even able to do hunts with his brother again. Until they lost someone who had meant everything to them. All to this bastard calling himself Dick Roman.  Losing Bobby sent Sam back in a downward spiral and understandably Dean was following soon after, but they stayed together. 

All that changed after Sam ended up in the psych ward. Dean tried to find him help. Castiel turned out the be alive, but lo and behold, could do nothing to heal him. Then a young boy named Kevin was unfortunate enough to be chosen as a prophet which meant he had both angels and demons on his tail

Then one day Dean just didn’t show up anymore. Cas was who knew where and when Meg of all people showed up he really figured he was doomed. Instead she let him out of the psych ward, telling him that Crowley got his hands on the prophet and he needed to find them.  What Meg didn’t seem to realize was that Sam was in no condition to look for Kevin against the King of Hell. Not without getting himself killed. Which, in fair points, Meg didn’t care about. She just hated Crowley even more.

Instead Sam fell deeper once Dean was gone off the face of the earth. So many times he had called for him with his mind. Their connection no longer there and Sam could only fear the worst. Yet the times he did find sleep. Or nightmares - he would subconsciously still call for his brother. Hoping for an answer that never came.

Dean. You can’t be dead. You can’t leave me like this. Not you. Not without a trace. Sam cried out and woke up to a smashed room. Not for the first time. He knew he had been the one to cause the damage.He sat up slowly. Digging his fingers through his messy, dark hair. Letting out a broken sob. Then something tickled. In his head. He paused everything he was doing and just listened.

There were shivers running through his body. He saw it was Dean naturally, but how real he was he didn’t know. He could never be sure and therefore it was better to be safe than sorry. Shuddering as he forced himself to look at his brother.