Supernatural Imagines

Help - Dean Winchester

I hadn't seen her in days. She had locked in her room since her and I had returned from a hunt in Sutton, Nebraska last Monday. The only time she would come out was to use the bathroom. Sam and I have tried getting through to her and coaching her out of her room, but we hadn't had much luck yet. Neither of us knew quite what it was that had her all shut out like this, but we were getting worried.

Sam was walking back from taking her dinner to her, so I popped my head up from looking at the laptop. "Did she come to the door this time?" I questioned him as he sat back down at the table with me.

Shaking his head, he said, "Not even in the slightest."

I let out a sigh. "She's worrying me, Sammy. It was all worrying me before, but now she won't even answer the door when we bring her food or say anything through the damn thing. It's killing me, man." I confessed and leaned back in my seat.

"I feel you." Sam stated and leaned back in his chair. "Did anything happen during the last hunt that would possibly cause her to act this way?" He questioned.

I had to sit there for a minute to think back on her mannerisms during our time in Sutton. It was just a small two-day salt 'n burn. (Y/N) was completely fine during the hunt, but after leaving the cemetery she seemed different. Sam and I had been through all of this before, and we still couldn't find anything in my memories of the hunt that could have made her act in this way.

"I still can't come up with anything. (Y/N) didn't say anything was wrong during the whole thing. Nothing about feeling uncomfortable at all. She seemed a bit off, but she didn't shut all the way down until after we had got back to the bunker. It was just odd. I've never seen her like this." I said.

"We'll give her time to eat her dinner, seeing as that is the only way we really know she's still alive currently, and then we'll try again." Sam stated before getting up and headed for the kitchen to clean up after dinner.

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It was now after 10 pm, and I was walking towards (Y/N/N)'s bedroom to take her plate back to the kitchen. But when I got up to her door, I noticed that the plate hadn't been placed back outside the door. I could hear soft sniffles coming from the other side of the door. "(Y/N)?" I questioned and leaned on the door. "Come on, (Y/N/N), let me in, sweetheart. I'm worried. You know you can talk to me." I pleaded. "Whatever it is, (Y/N), I'll help you through it. Just open the door, please."

I stood there at the door for a minute in hopes she would, at least, answer me from the distance. Even a simple "go away" would be enough for me at the moment. Not hearing her voice for going on 2 weeks now has been killing me. (Y/N)'s voice always brightened up my day, regardless of what she sounded like at the time. But the longer I stood there, the longer I didn't get an answer, so I turned and walked away.

I only got two steps away from the door when I heard the sound of her unlocking it. I thought for sure that she was about to finally come out, but when she didn't, I made the two steps it took to get back to the door. I tapped on the door lightly and asked, "(Y/N/N)? Can I come in?" I gave it another moment before turning the knob and opening the door.

Before me was a sight I didn't expect to see. Papers scattered everywhere, her things on shelves were knocked down and some were broken, and her dinner sat on her desk untouched. Nothing about the state of her room was her normalcy.

(Y/N) was sitting Indian style on her bed with her head in her hands. I could still hear the sniffles coming from her small figure that was wrapped in her favorite blanket. Something she always did when she was upset and depressed.

I sat down at the foot of her bed and laid a gentle hand on her knee. We just sat there in silence for what felt like an eternity. I would rather not push her into talking when she was upset the way she was. So, I waited for her to open up whenever she was ready. Though I truly feared she never would but if it was time she needed, then it was time I was going to give her. Even if it meant me sleeping on the end of her bed until she was ready.

"The ghost we took out the other day was my little brother." She finally said in a whisper like voice.

I was now looking at my feet, so I looked up at her when she finally spoke. "You never said anything. I would have called Sam." The topic of her little brother was always a sore subject with (Y/N/N). She was very close to (Y/B/N) and when he died, she shut down. Or so we are told.

(Y/N) shook her head. "If anyone should have had to do it, I wanted it to be me." She said and looked up at me. Her eyes were red and she looked as if she hadn't slept in days. You could see the trail of tears down her cheeks. "I just didn't think I would ever have to. He was only ten and wasn't anything like his spirit was. We couldn't even find the reasoning to why he was like that, so I tried to go back through everything I could think of and I still couldn't think of anything that would have given me the slightest clue." She admitted.

I reached out for her hand and when she placed hers into it, I gave it a gentle squeeze before pulling her into me. Once she was in my hold, I said, "Sometimes spirits just become that way when they are stuck in the in-between for that long. It's not always because of something that happened to them when they were alive that makes them that way, I promise." I rubbed her arm gently as I spoke to try to give her a bit of reassurance.

"I just wanted to be able to help him and not cast him away into the unknown." The (Y/H/C) haired girl sobbed into my chest as she clutched the fabric of my Henley.

"I know, sweetheart. But just think, Chuck's got a soft spot for you. I'm sure you'll see him again. Not for a while, but one day is for sure. Okay?" I said, trying to console her the best I could.

The (Y/E/C) eyed girl sniffled once more before nodding then replying "Okay."

I kissed the top of her head before saying, "Okay, good. Now come on and let's get you some real food instead of this rabbit food Sammy keeps getting you to eat."

(Y/N) giggled softly and nodded once more. "Deal."