habits, supernatural [ 1 ]

056. mother hen

The three hunters get back to the cabin, Sam helping Larissa in.

"I could've carried you." Sam says.

"I'm not a cripple, Sam." Larissa huffs.

"You got shot in the leg." Sam says.

"Really? Hadn't noticed." She retorts.

Sam helps her to the bed and helps her get settled.

"Do you need anything? Want anything?" Sam asks.

"I'm fine." Larissa tells him.

"You sure?" Sam asks.

Larissa stays silent for a few moments before she scoots over. She nods to the now empty spot on the bed and Sam gets the message. He lays down next to her and Larissa puts her head on his chest, her arm going across his abdomen. Sam wraps his arm around her, playing with the ends of her hair.

"You think we'll ever be okay?" Larissa quietly asks. She watches Dean sit on the couch, resting his head in one hand.

"Eventually." Sam mumbles.

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It's been a week since Bobby died. The air is still heavy as they all grieve the loss of the man. Sam has been waiting on Larissa hand and foot, getting her anything she needs. He tries to keep her from using her left arm so she doesn't somehow mess the stitches up or anything. The only time he's actually okay with her moving either injured area of her body is physical therapy, and even then he's hovering over her like a hawk.

Larissa pushes the blanket back, starting to get up.

"Wait, wait, wait. What are you doing? I'll get it for you. Lay down." Sam says.

"Sam... I have to go to the bathroom. So... if you wanna figure out a way to take my bladder from me, I think this is one I need to do." Larissa says.

"Okay, c'mon." Sam helps her to her feet, an arm wrapped around her waist.

"Sammy, I can walk." Larissa insists.

"You can limp." Sam corrects.

"Which is still technically walking." Larissa says.

"Just... accept it." Sam says.

"Ten times worse? Yeah, try twenty." Larissa shuts the bathroom door.

+++

It's been two weeks without Bobby. Larissa is slowly getting better, managing to get Sam to ease up a little. He only eased up in the sense of being super obvious, but he still sticks close by in case she needs something or something happens.

"I gotta do dishes. You okay?" Sam asks Larissa as she watches a movie on his laptop while laying in bed.

"Mm-hmm." Larissa nods.

"Just yell if--"

"Yeah, yeah, I know."

"I'm bugging you?"

"It's a little overboard. But I also don't wanna be completely alone or fighting, so." Larissa softly smiles at him. Sam kisses her on the head before going to do the dishes.

+++

It's been three weeks and they still haven't left the cabin, Sam only ever leaving to buy food.

Currently, Dean is standing at the wall of research while Larissa sits on the couch with her legs across it. Sam walks in and puts duffel bags on the table before getting a beer out of the fridge.

"Dean, you know, um... I wonder if-if we-- I mean, should we be telling people? I mean, people he knew." Sam says.

"How long ago did I give Frank these numbers? It's been a few weeks, right? What, is he nuts or is he just being rude?" Dean asks.