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Through A Broken Screen (Supernatural)

"SAMMY!!!" Dean screamed, his voice carrying through the silent bunker. "SAMMY!"

Hurried footsteps grew louder until a dripping wet Sam appeared in the doorway, a towel wrapped haphazardly around his waist.

"Dean, are you okay?" Sam panted, his fear temporarily abated when he saw his brother was alright. "What's wrong, were's Y/N?"

"Did you actually talk to them this morning, face to face?" Dean asked, fear making his voice shake.

"No they just sent me a text, why? What's going on?"

"Look," Dean spoke, his voice quavering as he gestured Sam closer.

Hesitantly, Sam drew closer, his wet hair obscuring his vision. Brushing it back, he saw what had gotten his brother so afraid. Tucked within the sheets, a tablet lay, a broken screen flickering slightly. Beyond the broken glass lay a disheveled Y/N, their fists bloodied and face streaked with tears.

"What the hell!? How did they get there?!"

"I don't know, but they've just been laying there since I found this thing. They haven't moved, I don't know where this is or..."

Suddenly, Y/N blinked their eyes open. Their face went through a thousand emotions before they let out a silent scream, bashing their fists against the screen. The vibrations caused the tablet to shake back and forth on the bed.

"Y/N! Hold on we're gonna figure out how to get you out of there." Dean assured, picking up the tablet and bringing it closer to his face so Y/N could see him and Sam.

Y/N broke down into silent sobs, slumping away from the glass.

"Can you hear us?" Sam asked, leaning in to get a better look.

Y/N quickly nodded their head before speaking once again silent words. Fresh tears ran down their face as they attempted to communicate with the brothers.

"Y/N, slow down, we can't hear you, do you have any other way you can communicate with us?" Dean asked trying to reach through the screen, but his fingers only brushed against the broken glass leaving pin pricks of pain on his finger tips.

Y/N looked deflated for a moment before they started rummaging around in their pockets. Precious seconds passed, then they emerged with their phone.

A soft ding from Dean's coat pocket brought his attention away from the screen. Pulling his phone out he saw a new text from Y/N.

Y/N: Get me the hell out of here!!!!

"We're trying," Dean assured looking back at the tablet. "Sam go put some clothes on and call Cas, tell him to double time it back here."

Sam gave him a brief nod before sprinting out of the room, a small puddle of water the only indication that he had been there.

"How did you get there?" Dean asked, turning his attention back to the shaking form of Y/N.

Y/N: I went to bed last night, not feeling great, then woke up here.

Y/N: It's really dark here, and the things are going to be coming back soon

Y/N: Hurry!

"Things? What kind of things? Monsters?" Dean asked, worry seeping into his voice as Y/N glanced around their surroundings.

Y/N: I don't know, they whisper dark things, then drag me away

Y/N: I can hear them getting closer, hurry!

Y/N began looking around more desperately now, their bloodied fists clenched and raised in front of them in a defensive stance.