You were miserable. The djinn you were hunting had attacked you and sent you to your dream reality, a reality where nobody had ever hurt Sam. Unluckily for you, that meant you weren't anything to him. Just a friend from work. He was with Jess, happier than you'd ever seen him, and deep down it killed you. You wanted out so badly. It takes a few days but you finally break free, dying in the dream world in order to wake up in the real one, hearing your name come from the most beautiful mouth you knew.

"My Persona."

Sam murmurs gently, cutting you down from the ceiling, soft hand tugging the syringe from your neck like you were china glass.

"Shh, don't cry."

He coos before you even start, holding you close and glancing over his shoulder to make sure Dean had successfully ganked the sob that had attacked you.

"I know, honey. Just breathe. I'm right here. You're safe."

Sam whispers, checking your temperature. God, you were on fire. He frowns, his cheek nuzzling your forehead.

"I'm gonna take care of you, sweetheart."

You open your mouth, wanting to tell him how awful it was but nothing really came out but a tired whine. Sam smiles, kissing your temple.

"Tell me later, honey."