habits, supernatural [ 1 ]

049. sam's me time

Bobby and Larissa managed to save Dean and Sam from the leviathan infested hospital. Sam wakes up as Bobby is still driving the ambulance.

"Lissy?" Sam mumbles, seeing her next to him.

"Hey. Hey, hey." She lets out a small laugh of relief.

"You're not... you're not dead." He says.

"Alive and kicking." Larissa smiles. Sam sits up, Larissa keeping her hands out in case he falls back. Sam runs his hands over her head and down her arms as if to reassure she's real.

"You're real." Sam mumbles.

"I'm real." She whispers, smiling. She wraps her arms around his shoulders, tightly hugging him and he hugs her back. "And I am so sorry. If I had been better, I-- I shouldn't have fallen asleep. I am never falling asleep again, I swear."

She pulls away from him, but keeps her arms around his shoulders and Sam cups her face in both of his hands.

"No, no, you need sleep. I'm not letting you become a walking zombie." Sam quietly tells her.

"I'm sorry." She tells him.

"It's okay. I'm okay now. It's not your fault." Sam assures.

"But--"

"Don't listen to whatever Dean said. It's not your fault. I promise." He lightly pecks her on the lips. "Don't blame yourself, please."

Larissa manages to smile a little and she nods, even though she knows she isn't listening to his words. Sam knows she isn't, but knows both of their emotions are too high, so he'll just try his best to get through to her later.

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The four get to Rufus' old cabin in Montana and Bobby tries to help Dean in, the Winchester being very stubborn and insisting he's fine. Larissa helps Sam to one of the beds and in the back and makes him lay down.

"You should get some sleep." Larissa tells him.

"No, no, stay. I wanna talk." Sam grabs her wrist as he sits up.

"Wanna talk?" Larissa asks. "That's never good."

"Not that kind of talk." Sam says. "Just... just talk."

"Okay." Larissa sits on the bed, facing him.

"How'd you get out? Did you get hurt?" Sam asks.

"No, no, I'm okay. I was... I was in the kitchen and heard a noise. I snuck out and Bobby got to me before that leviathan could. We got out in time." Larissa explains. "How are you feeling?"

"I've been better. Look, I'm sorry I've been trying to push you away. It's, uh... kind of force of habit." Sam sheepishly chuckles. "You were just worried and trying to help, I didn't mean to block you out."

"No, I'm sorry. I-I get too worried and I tend to get pushy and not leave you alone. I just-- I wanna help and maybe I don't always know the best way to go about it or I go too overboard with it, I don't know. I just wanna make sure you're okay or-or I wanna help you be okay again. And I just--"

"Baby, baby." Sam cuts her off, grabbing her hands in his, preventing her from waving them around anymore. "It's okay. You don't-- you aren't overstepping or being annoying or anything. You just don't hide your emotions like the rest of us, which is okay."

"But--"

"Look, I may not act like it, but I do appreciate you fussing over me. And hopefully you appreciate it when the roles are reversed because I will probably be ten times worse." Sam chuckles and Larissa giggles.