Should’ve Left Me Behind
A/N: There’s no romantical pairing here, but it is Sam-centric. I haven’t written Sam in forever, so naturally I was pretty mean to him. Oops. Let me know what you think! Thanks to @impala-dreamer for the read through, she’s wonderful and too good to me as usual.
*Dream in italics*
Warnings: Sads. Sam has some ouchies.
“DEAN! I found him!”
Dean skidded to a stop in front of you and Sam. “Shit. Ok here, you cut, I’ll help him down.” He croaked, handing you the knife he’d just used to kill the djinn.
Tipping over a nearby crate, you kicked it behind Sam and climbed on, needing the extra height to reach the rope above Sam’s upstretched arms.
“Ready?” you asked Dean before you began sawing the knife through the thick ropes.
Once Sam was freed, you and Dean took the chance to quickly check him for injuries. When you were satisfied nothing seemed fatal, Dean bent to sling Sam over his shoulder, carrying him through the warehouse like a fireman carrying a victim through a burning building. You ran ahead to get the Impala as close to the exit as possible.
“Can you fit back here with him?”
“Yeah, I got him. Just let me get in first.”
“No. I think we’re good. He’s just knocked out. Let’s just get him home.”
Sam began to stir when you were just about five minutes from the Bunker - upside to the hunt being pretty much in your backyard - you tried to soothe him as best you could.