Sam Winchester was waiting: waiting for someone to be exact. He was waiting for his brother, his lover, and his soul mate. He was waiting for Dean. He had told Dean long ago that he would never leave him and he meant it. Dean wasn’t with him yet, so he would wait.
Their last hunt had gone very bad. Sam remembered finally killing the poltergeist, but it had inflicted heavy damage. Sam had crawled to Dean’s unconscious form and held tight to him. He knew Dean would lead the way, so he would wait.
Someone found them and got them help, but then Dean was no longer near. They had promised to be together forever. He knew Dean would come, so he would wait.
Sam had tried to find out where Dean was, but nothing made sense. Sam’s wounded mind had trouble focusing on anything; he drifted in and out of this place, to places he had been. He felt the presence of other people he loved around him, felt their love for him, but they were not his true love. He belonged to and was fated to be with his true love for eternity, so he would wait.
Sam heard the words ‘coma’, ‘trauma’ and ‘severe’ but they didn’t matter. The only word, a name really, that mattered was Dean. It was such a simple name, but that name held everything for Sam. It always had. That one name held all that was right, good, and powerful in Sam’s world. Sam hadn’t heard that name yet, so he would wait.
Sam knew he would hear Dean’s voice telling him which way to go, telling Sam where to find him. Dean’s voice would find him no matter how lost or how hurt Sam was. Sam would follow the voice of his beloved to whatever place or end it brought. Sam needed that voice, so he would wait.
One day, Sam didn’t know how long it had been, he heard the word, the name of his beloved, Dean. His response to it must have registered somewhere on a machine, since the people around him got very excited and finally they said it again. Dean. Sam knew Dean would be coming soon, so he would wait.
Sam knew Dean was close, he could sense him coming. Sam could always feel Dean, in a way that words could not explain. The connection they had was there from Sam’s birth and would be there through out eternity. Sam would know what to do soon, so he would wait.
Then suddenly, just like Sam knew he would be, Dean was there. Sam could feel Dean next to him. Sam felt the strong hands that always comforted him stroke his cheek and take his hand; felt that gentle touch through his hair. He heard the beautiful voice that always calmed him whispering to him to open his eyes, that it was okay and that he was here with him. Sam knew which way to go; he went toward the voice of his heart’s desire and opened his eyes. Dean kissed him, whispering his love.
“I waited...never leave you...love you....” Sam’s voice was weak; barely a whisper, but Dean heard every word.
“I know baby, I felt you, felt your love around me, helping me heal. I knew you were here.”
The wait was over.
Waiting by sammysslave
Author's Notes:
Sam and Dean get hurt on a hunt and this is just a little something from Sam's POV. I'm not sure if it is done yet, so there may be another chapter at some point. My thanks to The Huntress for the beta. Hope you enjoy it!