Sensual Sam Winchester Smut

Chapter 2

I heard the uneasy silence flood into my ears when the Impala ceased to hum beneath my head. The perfect quietness throbbed and pulsed with its own heart beat. I had fallen asleep on the way back from the vamp cluster. My blurry dreams were only that exactly: dreams. However, I couldn't help but feel like- even in my waking- that I was still in a dream, that my whole life was a dream, a nightmare from which I would never awaken, a nightmare filled with love and fear and anguish.
I was almost certain I would faint. My legs, slightly more useful than before, could hold a bit of my weight, yet both Sam and Dean were needed at my sides to support me. The warmth from their bodies was comforting, and I found much relaxation simply from their presence.
   From what was visible to me, I was completely useless. I sat there, meek and quiet, offering almost no value to either of their lives. So, at this inner observation of mine, I found myself wondering why I was still alive. Why had they saved me? Why did they allow me to stay with them? How, in what way, did I deserve such warmth and hospitality- and dare I say- love?
   I should have been worth nothing.
As we approached the door of the hotel, Dean began to say his goodbyes. For a minute, I was taken aback. "Wait, what? You're not staying here? Where are you going?" I asked, not quite sure why Dean would leave us on such an unexpected note.
Dean smiled brilliantly, and let out a small, throaty chuckle. "There is more research we have to do, but someone has to stay with you. I mean, you look a little-" Dean gestured to all of me. "Let's just say that you're not exactly in the best condition as of now." I looked down at my shirt, took in the sight of my blood stained clothes, and laughingly agreed with him. That was the closest I had been to happy since the vamp nearly ripped out my throat. "So I'm going to head down to a library a few blocks from here, maybe try to get my hands on some good lore." Dean waved goodbye, and made us aware that we'd likely see him in the morning.

"We should probably get you cleaned up," Sam said as he closed the hotel door. I nodded and stood up. A terrible, high pitched yelp of pain escaped my lips. My right foot buckled below me.
"I think I injured my ankle back there," I winced. Sam rushed to my side as he saw the my right leg was failing me. Now that my adrenaline had calmed, I could sense every spot on my body that had taken a beating. My ankle was probably the worst.
Sam rolled up my jeans- a hard thing to do considering they were form fitting- and took a long look at my ankle. His hand gingerly prodded the injury, careful not to cause me more pain.
"Well, I don't think it's broken. If it was, it'd be hugely swollen by now and turning purple. It's probably only badly sprained, but you shouldn't put anymore pressure on it." Thankful to not have a discolored appendage, I suddenly felt as though I would cry. I really wasn't quite sure what had brought on that sensation. Maybe it was the fact that I had come so close to death that evening.
We both sat on the floor, with him near my failing ankle. I moved towards him slightly, my arms outstretched and beckoning for him to hold me. He did so quickly, and cradled my head in the crook of his neck.
His shoulders were strong and comforting, all the while filling me with this sense of safety. "I know you're scared, but I promise-" He raised my chin to look meet his stare, "I will never let anything hurt you."
I closed my eyes, cutting off his direct gaze, and a tear rolled down my cheek caked with dirt and blood. "Let's get you into the bath," He spoke, wiping the tear from my face.