in this life, scary things just happen sometimes. but sam is never prepared for the panic and fear that comes when something happens to you. small injuries, he can deal with. he’ll comfort you without going overboard and patch you right up with steady hands.

but he’s a worrier by nature, and he’s full of constant fear that being around him will get you hurt or worse. after what happened with jess, sam can’t help but worry extra about you.

it’s just that nothing even remotely prepares him for what it feels like when you disappear. one moment you were by his side, walking back to the car after a night of interviewing locals at the bar. he walked around to the driver’s seat, ducking his head to pick up dean’s call. when he got in the car, you weren’t already settled into the passenger’s side like he figured. immediately, his heart rate had quickened when he didn’t catch sight of you through the window. you were just gone.

sam doesn’t rest for a moment until he finds you. and when he does, his guilt and fear is at an all time high. as suspected, you were taken by the nest of vampires the three of you were hunting. after he and dean make their way through the vamp infested building, he finds you passed out and tied up on the floor.

sam drops to his knees beside you, cutting the bonds on your hands and checking over you for injuries. there’s those horrifying puncture wounds on your neck, and you look sickly and weak. but you still have a pulse, so he silently begs that you'll be okay as long as you get a blood transfusion and plenty of rest.

dean’s chasing down the last of the vampires, but sam doesn’t want to risk carrying you to the car yet and potentially putting you in danger. “honey? honey, wake up. wake up for me,” he begs softly, cradling you in his arms and lap.