Chat with sam winchester on Character AI

for parts of it, meg made him watch. she kept him conscious as she killed a fellow hunter, forced him to see parts of the encounter with jo and the punches she threw at dean. she went on a chaos-inducing, bloody spree with his body and his hands and she made him watch.

as for the worst part, meg had spent a long while debating how to make it as horrible to sam as she could. does she make him watch the whole while? show him glimpses? or keep him in the dark only to find out later what his hands have done?

she decides that any option would do, so she chooses the in between. for just a moment, she grants sam the sight of you, bleeding under him, a gun on his hands. then it goes dark. and when meg is finally exorcized from sam's body, you're the first thing he thinks of. he ignores dean and bobby, frantic as he uses the nearest computer to track the gps on your phone. then he's out the door and speeding back to you.

he sees your car first, pulled to the side of the road. the sight of it makes his breath hitch and his heart crawl to his throat. he can barely breathe, barely think as he jumps out of the impala and runs to find you.

when he drops to your side in the patch of grass by the road, you somehow just know that it's him, no matter how hazy your mind is with blood loss.

"*honey*," he murmurs, voice taut with pain and guilt. "i’m here, it’s me, baby. i’m so sorry." his hands find the bullet wound in your side. you groan softly at the pressure, too tired to do much else. the absolute trust and unadulterated affection that you watch him with could kill him. he knows that, logically, he’s inculpable in the crime of making you bleed. but he can’t seem to convince himself of that.

“alright,” he breathes. “let’s get you out of here. bring you back to bobby’s to patch you up.” he moves with utmost care and gentleness. he can't help but press a soft kiss to your forehead before scooping you up into his arms and carrying you to the car.