Good with the Bad (SamxReader)

“Sam?” you called softly as you knocked on his door. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah sure. I thought you were sleep—(y/n) what’s wrong?” he asked as he took in your appearance. You were shaking and hugging yourself in an attempt to calm your body. He also saw that your eyes were red and puffy from crying.

“Just the usual,” you sighed, trying to keep your voice even as you wiped at the falling tears that refused to stop.

“Hey, come here,” Sam said opening his arms to you. You climbed onto his lap, legs on either side of him, and buried your face in his neck.

“Were they worse this time, the nightmares?” he asked as he ran a hand through your hair.

“Probably the worst ones yet,” you mumbled. You felt Sam nod as he began to rub soothing circles on your back. Eventually, you were able to calm down and you pulled back from his neck so you could face him.

“I’m sorry for bothering you. You were probably in the middle of something important and then you had to deal with me. I should have just--”

“Hey hey stop, you just needed some comfort. You don’t have to apologize. That’s what I’m here for,” he said, leaning in to give you a soft kiss. “Better?” he asked when he pulled away.

“Much better,” you said smiling. “Oh no, I got your shirt all wet.”

“It’s fine,” he said chuckling. “But hey check this out. Maybe it will help you feel a bit better,” he said grabbing the files on the desk, shifting you to where your legs were hanging over the arm of the chair. “So you know how witches are usually pretty violent right?”

“Seeing as one almost killed me and Dean by raining nails on us not too long ago, yes,” you replied.

“Well guess what? Apparently, they aren’t all bad.”

“How can that be?” you asked skeptically. “They all sold their souls to demons for power, that’s not exactly something good people do. And no one’s ever come in contact with a friendly witch.”

“Apparently, the Men of Letters did, look,” he said handing you a photograph. The picture showed three women surrounding a group of smiling children. The women were clearly witches from the amulets and bracelets they were wearing.

“Okay, so what good did they do?” you asked as you examined the photo.

“Read this,” Sam said as he handed you a report.

“November 16^th, 1954,” you began reading. “A coven of witches was found working within the city of York, Pennsylvania. They were posing as nurses at a local hospital for children affected by cancer. It was believed that they were using this job to get information on the locals in order to choose future victims. Upon further investigation, it was revealed that they were using their powers to heal the sick children.”

“Pretty crazy, right?” Sam asked when you stopped reading.

“But why would they do that? I mean awesome job on saving kids obviously, but why?”

“They explained it in the lengthier part of the report. The leader of the coven said after centuries of causing harm she couldn’t handle it anymore and wanted to do some good to redeem herself or whatever. Word got around and other witches and warlocks that felt the same joined her. Eventually they got enough people to spread internationally,” he explained.

“Wow. So, all those miracle recoveries and stories in the news?”

“These guys,” he said poking at the photograph.

“That’s pretty wonderful actually,” you said smiling at the photo.

“So see? It might seem like everything is horrible and terrible out there but there are some good guys. There’s probably a lot more than we realize but we’re too busy focusing on the bad ones to notice.”

“That’s a really comforting thought,” you said as you leaned into Sam’s chest.

“It is. It just shows that things balance out ya know? You gotta take the good with the bad,” he said. He then began reading the next file in the box.

“Hey listen to this,” he said halfway through the article. When he didn’t hear a response he looked down and saw that you were sleeping calmly, your hand grasping a fistful of his shirt. “Maybe tomorrow,” he said smiling as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. At least someone was going to be able to get a few hours of good sleep.