Imagine: Being put under a spell on a case and all your feelings for Sam and Dean turn into negative motivation
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I looked around, dizzy and confused. My ears rang as the unexpected anger built inside me. I looked up at Sam and my dad, Dean, and my eyes lit with fury. Something cold ran from my nose, but I ignored it as I pulled my gun out of my waistband.
"Y/N," Dad held his hand out in front of him. "Hold on a second."
My heart raced as I aimed the gun at Sam. I pulled the hammer back, ready to shoot him. He always hated me. He was my uncle, he wasn't supposed to hate me. But he did, I saw it in him.
"Woah, woah, woah!" Dad hopped in front of Sam. "Y/N, put the gun down!"
"Get out of the way, Dad," I muttered through clenched teeth, Sam and I staring at each other.
"Put the gun down," Dad demanded.
"No!" I screamed finally, not able to control myself. "Sam's been against me all along, you know it. He doesn't like how you spend so much time teaching me how to hunt. He doesn't want me around, Dad! So it's him, or me!"
"That's not true," Sam shook his head.
"Shut up!" My heart sped up, and my face and hands were getting hot.
"Y/N, listen to me," Dad said. "This isn't you. Just put your gun down, and we'll figure it out."
"This is me," I laughed surprisingly. "This is the part of me I try to hide!"
"No," Dad said, making me scoff. "It's the spell talking, not you. Now you need to calm down before you get yourself killed. The spell runs off your anger, remember? Fight it!"
I was breathing heavily at that point. Sweat dripped down my cheek and a blue liquid was dripping from my nose. I was dizzy. I realized what was going on, and I had to fight the spell. I turned around swiftly, shooting the witch just standing there. She screamed before the bullet kicked in, and she was dead. The spell wore off, making me fall to the floor, no memory of what just happened.
"Y/N," Dad said, holding me. "Hey, you good?"
"Ugh," I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut when the light shined in my eyes. "Dad? What happened?"
"We'll tell you at home," He said, and he and Sam helped me to my feet.