Summary: When Y/N is wounded on a hunt, Sam is the one who volunteers to patch her up. Though she never expected it to happen, a hunt gone wrong may be the only thing to shine a light on her feelings for the Winchester…
Y/N groaned as the Winchesters bickered behind her. The three hunters were spaced out in a circle, backs to each other as they held an offensive to the line of vampires coming from every corner of the warehouse. “Save the fight for the undead, you guys!” Y/N called behind her shoulder, machete poised. “This isn’t the time for your sibling rivalry!”
“You hear that, Dean?” Sam asked smugly. “She says to shut up.”
Dean ducked a stiff blow from an oncoming monster and smashed an elbow to its side. “Sammy, I swear,” he huffed. “The second we’re out of the woods, I’m gonna kill you.”
Sam rolled his eyes before slashing his blade across a vamp’s exposed neck, bringing it to its knees. “You okay back there, Y/N?” he called out.
“Looking good over here,” she gasped. “I think we’re nearly done!” Sam was turning away when he caught a flash of movement in his periphery. “Y/N!” he yelled in warning. “Vamp, nine o’clock!”
She turned to her right, startled. “I don’t see it!” Just as she pivoted around, a vampire burst out from the left and sliced her leg with a jagged steel rod.
She cried out in pain and stumbled to the ground, cutting her hands on the shards of broken glass spread across the warehouse floor. “Sam!” she called out.
Sam felt his heart lurch at the ache in Y/N’s voice and charged towards the monster that had attacked her, pushing it against the wall, and slaying it.
“That was the last one,” Dean said grimly from across the room. Sam nodded stiffly and dashed to Y/N’s side, adrenaline coursing through him. He knelt down and put an arm around her. “I’ve got you,” he said gently. “Just hold on.” He winced when she stiffened in his hold. “I’m gonna lift you up, alright?” Y/N nodded as he raised her to her feet.
“How’re you feeling?” Dean asked, walking towards the pair.
Y/N stumbled and a sharp pain shot up her leg. She cringed and pushed her weight against Sam’s side. “Not great,” she admitted. “My leg’s hurt.”
“That’s gotta sting…“ Dean whistled. “Hey, I think I saw a First Aid kit back there.” He gestured towards a dingy sitting area behind them. “Why don’t you let Sammy patch you up while I do a last scope of the place? The nest was bigger than we thought. There might be a couple stragglers hiding around.”
Sam crinkled his nose. “There were eight, Dean. I might have made a mistake before, but I’m sure about this one. There were only eight.”
Dean turned to his brother and stared at him through half lidded eyes. “I know that, genius. I’m just trying to give you two some privacy.Lord knows, you heartthrobs need it…”
Sam’s mouth twitched as his brother walked away, and Y/N felt a heat creep up in her cheeks. “So,” she said awkwardly. “First Aid kit, right?”
Sam flashed her a half smile. “Yeah,” he nodded. “Let’s go.”
The pair shuffled towards the corner, but Y/N felt her leg burn with every step. Sam listened to her shaky breaths and sighed. “Here, maybe this will help,” he said. He stopped walking and leaned down to scoop Y/N in his arms. Her hair brushed against his nose and he smiled in spite of himself.
“Woah there,” she laughed. “Maybe a bit of warning next time you decide to carry me?“
Sam snorted and shifted to look at her. “Hopefully, there won’t be a next time,” he replied.
Y/N gripped tightly at his ragged shirt and leaned her head against his shoulder. She could see Sam’s jaw twitch as he tried to suppress a smile, but said nothing about it.
“Alright,” Sam groaned. “Putting you down, now.” He lowered her onto a tall counter, and grabbed a stark, white box that was propped against the backsplash. Y/N lifted her dangling leg up a fraction and winced at the pain that followed. “Take it easy there,” Sam warned. “Let me check you out first.”
He grabbed a chair and dragged it in front of Y/N, sitting down and resting her wounded leg on his lap. He leaned over and fetched a pair of medical scissors from the kit. Y/N watched as his brows furrowed in concentration, and he turned up to look at her. “The gash is above the knee,” he explained. “I’m going to have to snip your clothes.”
She could only nod, entranced by his method and purposeful movements. For a moment, the pain in her leg subsided, all thoughts on Sam.
Taking her nod as sufficient enough consent, Sam dragged the scissors up her pant leg and cut a ring around her thigh. He studied the wound, cocking his head as he assessed the damage. “I think it looks worse than it actually is,” he noted. “You might not even need stitches. I’ll just clean it up, then Cas can do his thing back at the bunker.” He slid a hand under Y/N’s leg and swiped a gauze over the injury.
She gulped at his warm caress and felt goosebumps course over her skin. There was a subtle intimacy in the way his calloused fingertips made quick work of her wound. “I think we’re done here,” Sam said finally, wiping the sweat from his brow. Y/N’s heart swelled at the proud smile on his face, and she reached out to touch him, stopping herself just short of cupping his cheek.
He looked up and frowned at the expression on her face. “What’s wrong?” he asked her. “Is the wrapping too tight?” He let go of her leg and stood up, leaning against the counter to her right. She thought frantically of a response, not wanting to admit to ogling him. “No, it’s perfect,” she whispered. “It’s just my hands…”
She showed him the small cuts from the shards of glass, and Sam took both her hands in his own. “No problem,” he said. “There’s not much left in the kit, but maybe this’ll help.” Y/N watched as he unbuttoned his flannel and shrugged it off, revealing a snug crew neck shirt underneath. He smiled shyly before wrapping the plaid fabric around her damaged hands and tying it up as best he could.
Sam took a step back and crossed his arms against his chest. He scratched his nose and looked at Y/N expectantly. “Well?” he asked. “How’s that?” Y/N appraised his work, lifting a brow at the unconventional mend. “It feels better,” she grinned. “Thanks Sam.”
He rolled his eyes. “You think it’s crappy,” he laughed. “It’s all over your face!” He waved off Y/N’s protests and helped her off the counter.
She faltered a bit, but stood balanced when Sam supported her with a steady hold. “You ready to head home?” he asked.
She nodded. “Yeah, I think we’re done here. I’ve faced enough danger for one day.”
“You know,” Sam mused, “It didn’t have to end this way.”
“What do you mean?”
He looked at her and grinned. “Remember when I warned you about the oncoming vamp?”
“Yeah, what about it?”
“I told you nine o’clock, but you turned right.”
Y/N hesitated for a moment before his words finally struck her. “Nine o’clock was to my left!” she moaned.
Sam nudged her with an elbow. “No kidding!”
The pair laughed as they exited the warehouse, pressed against each other. When he heard the noise, Dean looked up from his spot against the Impala’s hood and smirked. “Did I miss something?”
“Nah, it’s nothing, dude,” Sam replied breathily.
Dean nodded knowingly. “Gotcha Sammy. It’s a couple’sthing, isn’t it?”
Y/N froze, silently cursing Dean for taunting his little brother. She turned to Sam, expecting him to shift his gaze away or stutter a response. Instead, she was surprised to see him raise his chin in defiance. “Yeah Dean, that’s right,” he affirmed, giving Y/N’s shoulder a squeeze. “It’s a couple’s thing.”
Dean glanced at the pair and nodded. “Good times,” he grinned, standing up and moving to the driver’s side.
“Acouple’s thing, Sam Winchester?” Y/N inquired once Dean was gone. Sam smiled sheepishly under her gaze.
"I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” he said softly.
“You didn’t,” she whispered back with a grin. “Sam, I-”
Just then, the Impala’s horn sounded. Dean beamed from inside the car, a glint in his eye. “I don’t mean to be a killjoy, but don’t we have a date with Doctor Cas? Save the cheesy confessions for after we all get patched up!”
“It’s alright, Sam,” Y/N said with a laugh. She leaned forwards and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. “We’ve got all the time in the world to talk about the couple’s thing…” She struggled to the Impala’s backseat, looking over her shoulder to flash Sam a wink. “Besides, Dean is right about seeing Cas.” She gestured towards her bandaged leg with a smile. “Your medical skills really suck.”
Sam turned back at his brother and scowled. “Would you give us a minute?”
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Summary: When Y/N is wounded on a hunt, Sam is the one who volunteers to patch her up. Though she never expected it to happen, a hunt gone wrong may be the only thing to shine a light on her feelings for the Winchester…
Y/N groaned as the Winchesters bickered behind her. The three hunters were spaced out in a circle, backs to each other as they held an offensive to the line of vampires coming from every corner of the warehouse. “Save the fight for the undead, you guys!” Y/N called behind her shoulder, machete poised. “This isn’t the time for your sibling rivalry!”
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