#justalittlesprain

[ladyaragorn13]

Just A Little Sprain

A/N: Hey! I’m super new to writing fanfiction and I thought I would give it a shot. I tried to do a reader insert because these are one of my favourite kind of fics. Please be kind as it is my first time. Hope you guys enjoy!

Also, a special thank you to my beta @winchester-wannabe99 for your help and support. This fic would literally not be here without you.

Summary: A little accident leads to something you’ve only seen in your dreams.

Words: 1520

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Injury, low self-esteem, fluff

2 weeks earlier

--Y/N’s p.o.v.--

You had been living at the bunker for almost two years now and had just finished a hunt with Sam and Dean. The werewolf had been easily taken care of and the whole night had gone really well, if you excuse the fact that you had managed to badly sprain both ankles after the hunt was over. You had spectacularly fallen down each and every stair upon entry into the bunker.

You had writhed on the floor, gritting your teeth and clutching at your ankles to stop the pain. Tears were streaming down your face with no sign of stopping. You were just in so much pain.

Luckily, Sam and Dean were both in their rooms, saving you the embarrassment of them seeing you in this state. Who ever heard of a hunter being taken down by a flight of stairs? Nobody. Exactly.

You spent a few minutes trying to control your breathing. Slow and deep, in and out. Eventually, your breathing became as close to normal as it could. Pain violently throbbing in your already swollen ankles. You couldn’t just sit at the bottom of the stairs all day. You had to get to your room.

As slowly and carefully as possible, you rose to your feet, leaning on the wall. You aimed to put as little weight on your ankles as possible. Excruciating pain radiated throughout your entire body. You wanted to scream so badly, but you couldn’t let Sam and Dean find out, so you bit your lip, tasting blood.

Once upright, you slowly began to make your way down the hallway, leaning heavily on the wall and anything else you could find as support. The only sounds heard in the bunker were your harsh breaths and slow, shuffling footsteps.

A sweat had broken out on your body from the pain and exertion. Just the amount of focus required to remain upright was taking a toll. Light-headedness was beginning to set in, you must have hit your head on the stairs or you were going into shock. Either way, you had to hurry up.

You passed Sam’s room, trying to keep as quiet as possible. Suddenly a sneeze erupted from within the room, catching you off guard. Your head snapped towards Sam’s room, scared that he would see you in your state. You instantly became dizzy and lost your footing.

Your ankles erupted in the most intense pain you’ve ever felt and your vision went white. You think you screamed but you weren’t sure of anything anymore. You lost your grip on the wall and felt yourself falling. Your head hit the floor, the world slamming into black as you entered unconsciousness.

--Sam’s p.o.v.--

After arriving back at the bunker after the hunt, I headed to my room to unpack my duffle bag and rest. After unpacking, I decided to relax on my bed and read the lore book I was reading before we left.

It’s one of the oldest books from the library, covered in dust and cobwebs. Flipping through the pages, dust goes flying about the room. I can’t help it when it gets up my nose and I sneeze. Immediately after, I hear Y/N scream before something hits the floor with a thud.

I stealthily move to my door to investigate what happened. Slowly opening the door, I call out “Y/N? You alright?” there’s no response. I’m instantly more concerned.

Moving out of the room, I look left, seeing nothing new. I then look right and see…..Y/N sprawled on the floor, unmoving.

“Hey, Y/N?” I shouted, moving towards her still form. “Hey, Y/N wake up!” I cry, shaking her shoulder. Y/N’s not responding. What the hell happened to Y/N?

Present day

--Y/N’s p.o.v.--

Ever since you had knocked yourself out in the hallway, and been carried to your room, you had been forced to stay in bed to rest and ice your badly sprained ankles. Neither brother would let you walk anywhere, not that you wanted to, because you felt like your ankles would explode, judging by the amount of pain you were in. There was only one pain-free way for you to get around…

Piggyback rides.

Sam surprised you by volunteering to carry you anywhere in the bunker you wanted to go, but you weren’t complaining. It was a great way to spend more time with the man you secretly adored.

“SAAAAMMM! I GOTTA PEEEEEE!” Your scream echoed throughout the halls of the bunker. Sam sighed, shaking his head, lightly calling “Coming Y/N!” with a smile on his face.

Arriving at your door, Sam exaggeratingly bowed and said “My lady?” Putting on your best posh British accent, you acknowledged him “Ah, my chariot has arrived”.

Carefully turning on the bed, you slowly moved to the edge, but left enough room so Sam could sit in-between your legs. Sam made his way into your room, sat down on the bed and carefully lifted your legs over his hips.

You grabbed Sam’s shoulders and scooted closer to Sam’s body. Sam stood up, adjusting your position on his back. Once Sam had made his way out of your room, you pointed past him and still in your British accent announced “To the lavatory!” Sam laughed at your antics.

Upon reaching the bathroom, Sam carefully lowered you down so that you were sitting on the toilet. As Sam turned to leave the room, you grabbed his hand “Don’t go too far please?” you pleaded. “I’ll be just outside the door, ok sweetheart?” You instantly blushed and lowered your face so Sam couldn’t see it. “Thanks Sam,” you said quietly.

During your time in the bathroom, you reflected on all the favours Sam had done for you over the past couple of weeks. Whether it was getting him to carry you to the library so you could pick out a book to read or simply carrying you around the bunker so you could get out of your room for a while.

Sam did it every time you asked, without question or hesitation. It amazed you that he could be so selfless and caring. The realisation of how you had been treating him hit you like a tonne of bricks. Tears began pooling in your eyes. You were taking advantage of Sam and treating him like a slave. You had to put an end to your behaviour, be a big girl and take care of yourself.

You called for Sam to come in. Sam came straight in and began crouching in front of you before you stopped him “Wait, Sam..I..I can’t do this to you anymore,” you said sniffing and wiping away a stray tear.

“Hey, whoa. What are you talking about? What’s going on Y/N?” Sam had spun around, placing his hands on your upper arms. Your eyes were downcast, doing anything to avoid looking at Sam.

“I can’t keep doing this to you anymore,” tears running more freely now “I’m taking advantage of you and I’m sure you don’t want to keep coming to help the gimp get around when you definitely have better things to do,” you were nervously rambling now, “and I treat you like a slave and I know your probably sick of me and I would be sick of me by now an-”

“Y/N stop!” Sam interrupted your incessant rambling. “Do you honestly think I would want to be anywhere but here? Helping you?” Your eyes snapped up to meet Sam’s. Tears still poured as you softly said, “Even I wouldn’t be helping me, I’m not worth it”.

Sam cupped your cheeks and gently wiped away your tears with his thumbs, “Y/N, there is nowhere I’d rather be than with the girl I care about”. You were shocked “W-what?” You couldn’t understand why Sam would care about you. You were just an average girl. “I want to show you how much I care Y/N,” Sam said, slowly closing the distance between the two of you.

Your mind froze, what was happening? Sam was going to kiss you and you instantly starting freaking out about it, something you had only dreamed about for so long. Sam’s soft lips connected with yours and you went rigid with shock. Sam felt you tense, so he moved one hand to rest on your lower back and the other to the back of your neck. Once Sam had moved his hands, you slowly began to relax and enjoy the kiss, leaning into his touch.

After a few moments, Sam pulled away and looked at you. Your eyes were still closed, still caught up in the moment. “Did that really just happen?” you asked, unbelieving. Sam didn’t respond. You tentatively opened your eyes and looked directly at Sam who was watching you with such adoration. “It could happen more often, if you like?” said Sam with a smirk on his face. “I’d like that very much,” you said, your cheeks blushing. Sam grinned in response.

Who would have thought that your first kiss with Sam would happen on a toilet? You guess falling down the stairs really was a happy accident.

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