Supernatural Imagines

Imagine #15

     Imagine: Telling Ezekiel to take over Sam's body to save him (Imagine #14 pt. 2)

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     I walked back into the hospital room, beaten and bloodied. Ezekiel looked at me worriedly, and I heard the beeping from my dad, Sam's, heart monitor. I furrowed my eyebrows as my own heart sped up.

     "Ezekiel, what the hell?!" I panicked, walking over to Dad.

      "I tried to heal him," He said breathlessly. "But I'm much weaker than I thought. I'm sorry, Y/N."

     "No, no, no, no," I stuttered out, walking up in front of him even though he was maybe 3 inches taller. "You don't get to give up on him. We had a deal!"

     "There's nothing I can do now," He explained.

     "You gotta give me something, man!" I backed away, looking at the floor with teary eyes. "I-I-I can't just let him die. He's my dad."

     It seemed like time took a pause. I held back the tears when the rapid beeping stopped. I looked up at Ezekiel.

     "There may be something," He said, stepping toward me again. "But you won't like it."

     "We're kinda running out of time," I said. "Give me anything, good or bad."

     "There's a way to heal him from the inside," He told me.

     I thought about it for a second, but I knew what he was talking about. Not surgery.

     "You wanna possess him," I concluded. "No way."

     "That's the only way I could possibly save your father," Ezekiel pursuaded. "It'll be like sharing a body. I'll be healing him while I heal myself. It'll take some time-"

     "Will it work?" I interrupted, staring at Dad.

     "It should," He said.

     "Well, it doesn't matter what I say," I said. "It's Dad's choice, not mine. And I'm pretty damn sure he won't say 'yes' to you."

     "No, but he'll say 'yes' to you," Ezekiel said.

     I looked at him weirdly. I scoffed, thinking about how crazy all of this was.

     "You wanna lie to him," I said.

     "It's the only way," Ezekiel said.

     I thought long and hard. I knew Dad would be pissed, so would Dean. But I don't have much of a choice.

     "Do what you can," I mumbled. "Only if you think it's the only way."

     After Dad got taken over by Ezekiel, I got all the blood off my face and we rushed away from the hospital. We headed toward the parking lot, not sure how we would get home.

     "So?" I asked, looking at Ezekiel as we walked. "How's it look in there?"

     "Not good," Ezekiel said, using Sam's voice in a monotone and it freaked me out. "Your father is very weak. His healing will take time."

     "Wow," I sighed. "I don't know how I'm gonna tell him and Dean."

     "There is no reason your father and uncle need to know I am in here at all," Ezekiel said, and I furrowed my eyebrows and pulled us to a stop.

     "What?" I asked. "I can't just not tell them. They'll be pissed at me if they find out the hard way."

     "Y/N, if Sam does not really wish to have me possessing him, he can eject me at anytime," He explained. "And Dean, of course he will try and make Sam eject me. If I leave his body, he will die."

     "Fine," I said, looking at the ground. "We'll keep it a secret for now."