Pinkjewl123

  Summary: The reader is injured from a previous hunt and the medicine Sam gives you makes you a little loopy. The motel bed you were laying on was lumpy and uncomfortable, but you barely noticed because of the pain you were in. You were still pretty banged up from the last hunt and your arms and ribs were covered in aching bruises. Anytime you moved shooting pain could be felt running up your back and sides, which was why you were laying facedown, trying your best not to move an inch. “Everything hurts and I think I’m dying,” you said, the pillow muffling your words. “Well that’s what happens when a witch thr