HOME [SAM WINCHESTER]
Pairing; Sam x reader
Warnings; swearing, minor violence
I was listening to sad and aggressive songs for hours to gear up for writing this, and I’m fucking crying so I hope you guys enjoy it. enjoy my tears.
Sam’s eyes swirled with sheets of need as he stared at Ruby. She smirked, very well knowing he wanted to get this over with so he could get back to you while you were still sleeping. Ruby grabbed the knife from her waistband and cut open her arm. The smell of her blood filled Sam’s senses, and he held back a groan. “She wouldn’t approve of this.” He growled lowly, staring at her bloodied arm.
Ruby nodded, “I know, but who cares about her?” Sam glanced back up at her face, and then his eyes flickered back to her arm. He didn’t say anything, but he was slowly growing weaker- being unable to say no.
He turned from her for a minute, his back facing her. Ruby rolled her eyes, you always stopped him. Sam rubbed his hand over his face, and glared at the ground. You would hate him doing this. You would absolutely despise it. Sam didn’t want to disappoint you- ever. Yet, here he is, determined to finish what he started and get strong so he could defeat Lillith.
Sam made a guttural sound before he swiftly turned to Ruby and took four large strides towards her. His hands gripped her waist as he threw her back on the bed and put her arm out. Ruby grinned as Sam hungrily attached his lips to her arm and began lightly sucking. On occasion, blood would trickle down her arm, but he would lick it off and then go back to the initial wound.
He sucked in the last bit of blood that poured from the cut and then pushed back, pushing his hair out of his face. He knew that around his mouth was red, and he would have to clean that off before he went back to you.
A wave of guilt swept over him as he thought of you and how hurt you would be. “This is making you stronger for your battle, Sam.” Ruby placed her hand on his shoulder and he glowered down at her. “She is not your home, anymore. You need to forget about her, because this is where you belong, right by my side is your home.”
You had fallen asleep with Sam right beside you. You had been snuggled in his chest, with his arms wrapped around your waist, and he would place a light kiss to the top of your head every once in awhile.
When you woke up without him, you knew where he was immediately. He was with her. With a groan, you pulled on one of Sam’s tees and scooted your back against the headboard.
You waited for an hour before you picked the phone up and dialed Dean’s number. When he answered, he sounded out of breath. “This is a really, really bad time, Y/N.” You nodded to yourself and played with the hem of his tee.
Tears pricked your eyes as you opened your mouth to speak, and a light whine escaped your lips. “Have you seen Sam at all tonight by chance?”
Dean’s voice was alarmed the minute it came through the receiver. “No, why?” Dean knew about Ruby and Sam, so you didn’t have to lie.
With a shaky voice, you exploded into tears, “He left me to go with Ruby, Dean. That bitch took him somewhere so he could drink demon blood.” There was no reply on the other end, but you could hear the lock in the doorknob turning. You cursed under your breath, “I have to go, I’ll see you in the morning.” You hung up the phone and set it back on the nightstand.
Sam opened the door, trying to be as quiet as he could. The room was dark, so he flicked up the light switch. He jumped a little when he saw you sitting at the headboard with tear stained eyes. He laughed, “You scared me, babe.” He set his stuff down and walked over to your side of the bed. His thumb brushed against your cheek, and for a minute, you forgot about where he had just been. “Did you have a bad dream?”
Your eyes flickered open, tears clinging to your lashes. “No.” He nodded and leaned down, capturing your lips with his own. Sam ran his tongue along your bottom lip and parted your mouth.
Gently, he pushed you down on the bed and strayed from your mouth to your neck. Sam pulled away and placed his lips on your shoulder, trailing his way down to your forearm. Tears stung your eyes yet again, “Is that the spot where you drank her blood tonight?”
Sam faltered and pulled away, standing up and clearing his throat. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
You shook your head and stood also. “You know very well what I’m talking about, Sam. Don’t think I don’t notice you sneaking out at night to go with her and do God knows what. What does she have that I don’t?”
Sam turned his back to you. “She has the blood. She has what is making me strong.” Sam turned and opened his mouth to continue. But you cut him off.
“I make you strong.”
“No! You make me weak.” Sam yelled, clenching his fists at his sides. You didn’t say anything as you stared at him, and then he knew he had said something wrong. “Love is weakness, Y/N. You are my weak spot.”
Sam stepped closer, and closer until you were chest to chest. “But,” he pushed a strand of hair out of your face, “you are home.”
You smiled weakly as he brushed the tears off of your cheeks and you wrapped your arms around his neck. “I’ll always be here for you when you are at your worst, baby. Always remember that.” You whispered in his ear.
Sam grinned and pressed you closer, “I’ll always remember it.”