Lil Pill Popper rp with dee_sanders

[second_son83]

Sam lay slumped on the bed in the room the mental institution assigned him. Dean came by once to see how he was doing and tell him that he was going to find him help but... Sam knew here wasn't any help out there for him

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[dee_sanders]

Dee had learned through the grapevine of hunters where Sam was. It just didn make any sense. Was Dean trying to protect him from something or was Sam trying to protect himself? Either way, Dee couldn't just sit back and go on her merry way without checking on him.

It wasn't hard to get a pair of nursing scrubs and make a fake id for herself to make it look as though she was an employee. Finding Sam's file, she figured out which room he was in and grab his lunch tray as she heads down the hallway. Once she approaches his room, she peeks inside the small window to see him facing away from the door.

She slowly opens the door and shuts it behind her, setting the tray on the table by the door. Dee makes her way to him, sitting on the edge of the bed as he faced away from her. Her hand lightly rests on his shoulder. "Sam..."

[second_son83]

Sammy, I think we have a visitor. said Lucifer as Dee entered the room. But he didn't move to see who it was. It wasn't until the bed dipped behind him and the hand on his shoulder that Sam realized that someone was actually in the room.

He couldn't place the name right away to the voice, just figured it was some nurse trying to be nice or something. But as soon as he looked over his shoulder and saw it was Dee, his eyes went wide. Either he was hallucinating or she was actually here. Either way, he didnt want her to see him like this.

Sam moved to sit up, dark circles under his tired eyes. "Dee? What are you doing here?"

[dee_sanders]

There was a five o'clock shadow on Sam's face and it looked as though he hadn't slept in weeks. Her eyes scan over the bandages and the cuts along his face. "Everyone in this field...hunter or demon knows what is going on with you and your brother. I had to come see you...make sure you were okay."

Her head tilts as she looks at him, her eyes soft and full of worry. "You look like you haven't had any sleep and what happened that you're all beaten up?" Dee couldn't help but be concerned about his well being. "Sam, what are you doing in a place like this? You could be in a regular hospital being treated for your injuries."

Her hand rests over his softly, trying her best to comfort him. "Does Dean know you're here?"

[second_son83]

Uh oh. Demons know you're here. You're a sitting duck. Good thing you got this big bad hunter to protect you.

Sam chose not to even look at Lucifer, it just made him louder.

So many questions. Jeez, does she have a mouth on her. Remember when you used to put it to good use? That of course was before you broke her heart. Lucifer gave Sam a thumbs up. Good job on that one.

Sam ran a hand through his hair and tried to sit up more, supressing a groan as his ribs ached from the stress. "Its... its a really long story. Short answer is I got hit by a car after I went crazy..."

Went? Sammikins, you still are crazy.

[dee_sanders]

Dee winces when Sam groaned in pain and her hands rest on his thighs. "Take it easy."

The was tension in the room. She could feel it. It was as if Sam was trying to ignore something or push it back. "You got hit by a..." Dee's brows furrow and she shakes her head. "Went crazy. What are you talking about?"

The last time she had left Sam he was fine. Other than both being heartbroken, he wasn't like this. "You don't need to be in here. What you need might be a vacation or something. Not...staying here in an institution.l

[second_son83]

Awwww. Shes got so much faith in you.

"I do though. I need to stay here," he let out a sigh and leaned back against the headboard. He looked away from her, trying to figure out how to explain it.

Go on. Tell her. 'I saved the world and all I got was this lousy case of the crazies.'

"I just... I can't sleep. I see things that aren't real... Dean is looking for help but..." he shook his head. There wasn't any and he knew it.

[dee_sanders]

He needed to stay there? To Dee he looked as though all he needed was some serious sleep and a shave. She couldn't understand what was going through his head or even what happened to make him think that he was going crazy.

She moves to sit closer to him up the bed and sighs, tucking some hair behind his ear. "You need to try and get some sleep, Sam. It's not good. And what is it that you're seeing?" Dee wanted to help him and if all she could do was help comfort him she would do it.

"Hey..." Dee lightly cups both of his cheeks to make him look at her. "If Dean thinks that there is a way to help you? Then he's gonna find a way. You Winchesters are stubborn and will do anything for anyone. So I can only imagine what you would do for family."

[second_son83]

His eyes slipped shut as she tucked his hair back, sighing into the human contact. He doesnt get much of that anymore. Most contact he gets is when the nurses take his blood temperature."I havent slept in... 5- 6, Sam. 6 days now. 6 days."

He skipped over the whole 'what are you seeing' question. He didnt want her to jnow exactly how crazy he was. But then her hands were on his face, causing him to look up at her. He knew how he looked; dark circles, unshaven, greasy and tangled hair from lack of care, cuts and bruises... To say he looked like shit was an understatement.

"We've gone to Hell for each other. Literally. "

And wasnt it fun? Tell her all the fun we had, Sammy. Go on. Share with the nice lady.

[dee_sanders]

It was breaking her heart seeing him this broken and to hear that he hadnt actually slept in that many days it surprised her that he was able to even talk to her. "Sam..." Dee sighs and lightly strokes his cheek. "You need to sleep. Have you been eating?"

She didnt doubt that they literally went to Hell and back for one another. That only made her want to cuddle and comfort him more.

Dee leans back against the headboard next to him and looks over at him. "You know you can tell me anything and I wouldn't judge you, right? You should know that by now. I wanna help in any way that I can."

[second_son83]

He just shook his head at her questions. He hasn't eaten anything in two days thanks to Lucifer playing tricks on him. And whenever he tries to sleep Lucifer wakes him up.

His eyes raised up to meet Lucifer's as Dee moved to sit next to him. "You really shouldnt be here, Dee. You could get in trouble," he said, trying to take the topic off of whats wrong with him.

[dee_sanders]

"Get in trouble? By who? As far as these people know I am here to bring your lunch, check your blood pressure and have you take your medicine." Dee lifts up her fake work ID before letting it go where it rested back at her chest. "I'm not going anywhere until you eat something and get some rest."

Standing from the bed, she walks over to grab the tray of food and brings it over to him. She sits back down beside him and places the tray on his lap.

"Eat. Please humor me."

[second_son83]

Sam doesn't say anything about the fake id. He only nods slowly. But then she brings up eating and sleeping and he goes back to shaking his head.

He continues shaking his head when the tray gets placed on his lap. Sam didnt even want to look at it, knowing it would be some sort of disgusting thing. Yet he did it anyway, lifting up the lid to reveal worms wriggling around in blood and snot.

He set the lid down with a quiet thunk. "Is it spaghetti? " he asked softly as Lucifer chuckled from his seat on the table.

[dee_sanders]

Sam was shutting down in front of her eyes and she didnt like it. But, Dee didnt give up easily and that should be something Sam knew about her. Once she placed the food in his lap Sam lifted the lid only to place it back down and his face almost green. Did he not like spaghetti?

"It is. Did you want me to go to the kitchen and see about making you something else?" Dee would do whatever she could to get some nutrition in him. She sighs softly when he wasn't being too responsive. Taking the tray into her lap, she turns to face him.

"Close your eyes." She was going to keep the lid on the food until he did what she asked.

[second_son83]

He watched her take the tray away, staying silent at her question for different food. It didnt matter what the food was, it'd always look wrong.

Her request made him frown. But he did what she said anyway.

You know shes just gonna try to feed it to you, right?.

But he still kept his eyes closed, determined not to let Lucifer win.

[dee_sanders]

Once his eyes were closed, she takes the lid off of the food and sets it aside. Dee watches him for a moment as she twirls the spaghetti onto the fork. "What I want you to do is focus on my voice and what I'm saying to you."

She lifts the fork up from the plate and towards his face. " I want you to take a deep breath. Smell the basil and oregano...imagine yourself at a small restaurant in Italy. Nothing to worry about except for the meal you are about to eat."

She only hoped this worked. If she only got him to eat a few bites she would be satisfied. "Now open your mouth for me."

[second_son83]

He kept his eyes closed for as long as possible but he couldn't do what she said. Where she said to smell oregano he smelled the metallic tang of blood. When she mentioned the restaurant in Italy, all he could hear was the wet sound of he worms wriggling around.

But he tried anyway. He opened his mouth and waited to feel the worms....