Sam x Sister!Reader

You were shaking dramatically as you slid the blade across your arm over and over. You watched as your skin slowly seperated at the touch of the blade, and then a long line of crimson liquid running down your arm.

5 cuts...6 cuts...7 cuts...

You decided to start going deeper with these cuts, for some reason the deeper you went the more pleasure you got. Suddenly you realized you were going so deep you would probably need stitches.

You hopped into the shower to clean the dry blood off your body, and when you got out you cleaned yourself with a towel and hid it away after it got covered with your blood. You grabbed your floss and a sowing needle from your medical kit, and walked into the kitchen grabbing a bottle of whiskey that was for medical use only, though Dean always took some now and then.

It was about 3 in the morning at the time. Sam should be asleep, and Dean was out on some buisness between him and a girl. So you thought you would be fine to hurt yourself, wrong. You whimpered as you stitched up every cut, 12 cuts in all. As you tried to put the bottle of whiskey away, a sharp pain hit your arm, and you dropped the bottle onto your right foot. You yelled out in pain as you entire foot started to turn a purple blue and leaked a little blood from small scrapes.

Now Sam would be awake, and he would find out that you were hurting yourself. You got down on you hands and knees and picked up the mess you made. When finally nothing was left you sat in a chair and grabbed the almost empty non-medical bottle of whiskey. You nearly chugged the whole thing down when you were interuppted.

"Y/n? What are you doing? You are so underage to be drinking like that!"

"19 is not soooo underage Sam."

You finished the bottle and placed it on the table, showing all of your scars and stitches on you arm. Sam rushed over to your arm and examined it.

"Y/n... some of these scars look like they are a year old..."

You chuckled and rolled your eyes.

"You should see the scars on my other arm!"

Sam looked at you with concern, then his face became all twisted.

"How long have you been drinking? You seem drunk..."

You of course were drunk, you had also taken some swigs of the medical only whiskey too, but you didnt know that. You laughed and slapped Sam on the shoulder.

"No... your drunk Sammy Wammy."

Sams eyebrows raised at your comment. You passed out in the chair as he took you to bed.

     You woke up from a headache. You shouldnt have drank so much last night, and Sam, where was he? You slowly crept out of your bed and headed to the main room of the bunker. You looked at the clock. 5am. Sam saw you enter and you rubbed your temples and sat down next to him.

"Hey"

"Gosh my head is killing me."

You look down and notice the fresh stitches on your arm. You didnt remember doing that to yourself. You feel really confused when Sam puts his hand on your scar covered arm.

"You got yourself drunk..."

"I did?... oh..."

You both sat there in silence. Sam suddenly closed his book and nearly slammed it onto the table. He then looked at you with worry filled eyes.

"Y/n, why do you hurt yourself?"

You just sat there staring at Sam, why did you hurt youself? You got some kind of pleasure from doing it, like someone was in your head telling you to do it.. Sam spoke snapping you out of your daze.

"Y/n?"

"Oh... uh... well I dont know it just gives me pleasure."

"Huh."

"What?"

Sam just smiled and shook his head. He then leaned over and hugged you and kissed the top of your head. You felt tears building up in your eyes.

"Y/n, your my sister, and I hate seeing you like this."

You pulled back and looked up into Sams eyes, which were teary as well.

"Promise me you will never hurt yourself again..."

"I promise"

You say as tears start rolling down your cheeks. You kept that promise, and you had created a stronger bond with Sam than ever before. Never once again in your life did you self harm yourself again.