Author- Tattooed-on-my-wayward-son
Imagine: Sam's hallucinations are getting worse. And some of it involves you getting hurt

"(Y/N)!" Sam screamed making you jump up. You glanced over, peering over the head of the couch the same time Dean stopped eating his dinner, the fork halfway in his mouth as you both glanced over worriedly at your brother.

At first you had thought there was someone behind you ready to attack but the minute you saw there was no one their and Sam was crying, you and Dean both knew he was having hallucinations again.

Dean stood up slowly as if he stood up to quickly it would set Sam off. You froze, completely scared as Sam stood just a few feet away from you also completely frozen, with a horror struck face. You don't know what was on his mind but you were guessing that he was hallucinating about lollipops and rainbows.

Dean held his hands out as he muttered Sam's name under his breath, trying not provoke the Winchester, almost like he was trying to capture a fearful creature.

Dean couldn't move fast enough, no scrap that. He couldn't even blink fast enough before Sam had darted into his room.

You both jumped up rushing into Sam's room your heart breaking as you saw him sobbing into his pillow. You sat down beside him, watching him tearfully, as he tensed up at the dip in the mattress.

You hesitantly placed your hand on his back as you rubbed soothing circles. Dean watching, reader to grab you in case Sam reacted again. Sam flinched at your touch to scared to move.

"Sammy, hey, it's okay. I'm okay" You whispered trying to reassure him.

You could feel his muscle's stop tensing as your sweet familiar voice reached his ears. He turned around about to apologize before you gasped loudly.

He jumped watching with wide eyes as you looked down at you stomach, Sam following your shocked gaze.

He cringed flinching backwards quickly as he saw a knife sticking out of your stomach, poison crimson leaking in every direction as it dropped into tiny piles of toxic on his bed, coating him in his little sisters pain.

He grabbed you immediately as he cried your name over and over, tugging you close to his chest.

"Whoa, hey Sammy, I'm okay" You whispered brushing his hair back.

He sniffled looking up at you, your heart broke into a million tiny pieces as it felt like someone had ripped your heart out and stamped all over it. Seeing your older brother so weak and fragile was like you said- heart breaking.

"(Y/n)?" He whimpered his arms tightening around your body.

Dean was still watching wearily. You nodded smiling as he hugged you tightly. You hugged him back nestling into his warm embrace.

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It wasn't long before your muscle's started to ache and you were hungry and in dire need to empty your bladder, but every time you tried to move, he would just hiss, as if he was being burned before pulling you closer, burying you further into his toned chest.

"Dean" You muttered softly as Dean finally came back into the room.

He nodded seeing you needed to leave as he patted Sam's back gently, however the action that was meant to show signs of only affection had only made Sam flinch and grab you tighter.

"Dude, Come on, she's okay" Dean stated starting to get worried as you desperately needed to get out.

"NO!" Sam snapped snarling as he pulled you tighter.

This was not like a selfish little toddler 'no' who refused to give up his toys, Nor was it some over possessive boy who refused to give up his possession, but it was a scared, broken 'no'.

Sam cradled your head in his large hand as he slowly rocked back and forth.

"Please" he begged.

"Don't take her away, please"

Your jaw flexed slightly at the tone of his voice as you felt your heart strings tug.

"Sammy I'm okay, none of that was real" you whispered trying to reassure him.

"Sammy, you have to let her go" Dean muttered.

Of course to everyone else it was only so you could eat and use the toilet but to Sam, he was scared if he let you go now, he wouldn't see you again. Sam shook his head, refusing to let you go as once again, he pushed you further into his arm's, willing to attack anyone that tried to pry you from him.

Dean had managed to Coax Sam into letting you go, but Sam became very clingy of you. He was constantly glancing over at you, making sure you didn't drop dead in the space of 2 seconds.

He growled- yes growled, at strangers that stood to close to you. You didn't mind, you couldn't imagine what he was going through and if he felt better when he could always keep an eye on you, then you would.