Supernatural Imagines

Imagine #114

Imagine: While you're still at the hospital, the boys are trying to find a way to wake you up. Sam still goes to visit you, but Dean joins him this time. The unexpected happens. (Imagine #113 pt. 2) (Sam's POV)

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I sat in a chair next to Y/N's hospital bed, leaning on my fists while my elbows rested on the side of her bed. Dean stood at the end of her bed with his hands in his pockets. The nurse walked out of her room, shutting the door behind her. I sighed, shaking my head.

     "It's been six weeks, Dean," I ended the silence, dragging my hand down over my mouth.

     "I know," Dean replied. "She's strong, Sammy. She'll pull through."

     "I hope you're right," I said under my breath.

     "...I can't believe it," Dean chuckled. "The first Woman of Letters by blood. It's awesome."

     "Maybe," I huffed. "We should probably head out. Visiting time is almost over."

     "Yeah," Dean agreed as I stood up.

     As Dean and I tried to walk out the door, Y/N's heart monitor sped up, beeping rapidly and loudly. I turned my head, seeing the number on the monitor. Her heart rate reached 200 BPM. She was grunting in her sleep, her torso rising off the bed like something grabbed her by the chest and tried to pull her out of bed.

     "Y/N?" I said out loud as running footsteps approached her room.

     "Time to go, gentlemen," a nurse ordered us as a flock of them ran in her room quickly.

     "What? What's wrong with her?!" I shouted.

     "Sam," Dean tried, yanking me back by the arm.

     "V-tach!" one of the nurses yelled as they got to work on fixing her. "We need a crash cart in here!"

     They held her down and pushed more drugs into her IV, trying to get her heart rate down in any way they could. Suddenly, her heart rate was gone. We heard the flatline. My eyes went wide.

     "Push epi now!" the nurse yelled again. "Clear!"

     They gave her a shock. Nothing. They did it again. Nothing. One more time. Nothing. It felt like I couldn't breathe. Dean gripped my arm. There were tears bulging in my eyes.

     "...Damn it," the nurse cursed quietly, but loud enough for Dean and I to hear.

     "No," I breathed out, shaking my head. "No!"

     "...Time of death -- "

     A deep gasp filled the room. The nurses all jumped back from the bed, one let out a scream. Y/N had shot up in her bed, gasping for air. And she was awake. Everyone seemed to be confused.

     "Ms. Jones?" the lead nurse asked, calling her by her alias.

     "Where...the hell...am I?" Y/N worked out through breaths.

     After a while and a long check-up on Y/N, the nurses left us alone with her. She was sitting up in her bed, I sat down again and Dean was on the other side, just standing there with his arms crossed. We told her everything that happened. The accident, the coma, everything. Except for the fact that she is a Woman of Letters.

     "Wow," Y/N scoffed after hearing it. "That's..."

"A lot?" Dean finished for her, and she looked up at him. "Yeah. We thought so."

"Y/N...that's not all," I spoke hesitantly, and she turned her head back to me curiously. "Do you know the name Robert H. Y/L/N?"

"Y-Yeah," she shrugged at me, and my face lost tension as shock filled me. "He was my grandfather. Why?"

"Did he spend most of his time in London by chance?" Dean questioned.

"...Well, yeah," she seemed suspicious now. "For work. I didn't really know him. W-Why are you asking me about him?"

My brother and I looked at each other, hesitant. We both knew how she felt about the Men of Letters, she didn't like them at all. The last thing we needed was her having another heart attack.

"Y/N..." I started, sighing. "We believe that...your grandfather may have been involved with the English Men of Letters."

     Her eyes went wide in surprise. But she wasn't buying it. She laughed, and I grinned nervously. She may not have known I was being serious.

     "What?" she continued laughing for a second. "Come on. No way."

     "Y/N..." I tried. "Your name is in the file. And so is your father's."

     "It's a coincidence," she shrugged. "I'm not one of those dickwads. Don't you think I would've known?"

     "We didn't know," Dean pointed out. "Our dad didn't know."

     "Where's the file?" Y/N questioned, starting to get frustrated. "Come on! Where is it?"

     "At home -- At the bunker," I told her.

     She sighed, looking out in the hallway. She was trying to get the doctor's attention. She then started to rip off her heart monitors and her IV. I reached over and stopped her, trying to calm her down.

     "Woah, woah, Y/N," I spoke, grabbing her hands. "You just woke up! What are you doing?"

     "I wanna go home," she told me. "I wanna get to the bottom of this. Now."

     She ripped the needle out of her arm, going to the cabinet to grab her things from her bag. I sighed, looking at my brother. He just shrugged, trying to tell me it would be alright. I didn't want her leaving the hospital yet, but if she was ready, I didn't want to keep her there either.

     We helped her get ready to go and left.