They break into the conference hall. There's a lot of doors, and a few demons here and there keeping watch. The boys are pretty sure they're keeping you there. They fight off the ones who are guarding all the halls. They are trying every door. Opening the unlocked ones, and breaking down the ones that are locked.
You find yourself slowly regaining consciousness. You're in a dark closet. You can hardly move. You are restrained with your hands behind your back and your feet tied together. Your eyes begin to adjust and you realize you are in a janitor's closet. You pound on the door, but there's no one around to help. You don't even think the boys will be able to find you. You have no idea what building you are even in.
You sit there trying to assess your damage. A few gashes on your arms, a really deep one in your stomach, which will definitely need stitches, and is bleeding really bad, and a pounding headache. You try your best to hold your hands on your stomach with enough pressure to stop the bleeding. It still bleeds through your fingers, but it is at a much slower rate. You contemplate praying to Cas, but just figure he would never come because he only healed you as a favor for Dean. You just keep hoping the boys will find you.
You fall in and out of consciousness over the course of a couple hours. It feels like days. You are cramped in the stuffy little janitor's closet, and begin to feel like they were never going to show up. Finally, you hear a pounding noise on the door, then Dean's voice.
"(y/n)? If you're in there, pound on the door." He says, seeing a little bit of your blood seep through the door.
You kick the door a little. It's weak, but it's a noise that you think he can hear.
"Keep back. I'm kicking this door in." He says. You scoot your legs back, and he kicks it in. He rushes to you, and grabs a towel off the shelf and presses it to your stomach. "Sam, call 911. She needs a hospital."
Sam goes an calls 911. An ambulance arrives a few minutes later. You are put onto a stretcher and sent into the ambulance. You don't need surgery, but they put you on blood, and stitch up your cut. Dean and Sam sit together in the waiting room. The doctor comes out and tells them they can see you because you are now awake.
They come in. Sam runs to you first. He holds your hand and pulls your hair out of your face. Dean stands next to you on the other side. "Hey guys. I just wanna say I'm sorry."
"What for?" They ask
"Well, I know me leaving hurt you. And also I made you have to save me rather than go work on your case."
"We'd much rather save you than work on the case. And I don't really want to talk about you leaving ok?" Sam said
"Ok." There was an awkward silence where no one really knew what to say.
"When am I allowed to leave?" You ask
"The doctor said whenever you are ready, you can go." Dean says with some sadness in his eyes.
"Ok. Will you guys drive me back to my hotel?"
"Of course." They say almost in unison.
You get up and change into your clothes. The boys take you out to the impala, and you climb in the back. You can't help but miss the smell of the impala. It was very comforting. You couldn't help but wonder if you had made the wrong choice in leaving these boys.
They drop you off, and you give them hugs goodbye. "Please be careful. I don't want you getting yourself killed."
"I'm sorry Dean. I'm not ready yet. I still need to do some thinking about it."
"I get it. You know where we'll be if you need us."
"Yep, and you know where to find me, and what number to call. I have a backup cell."
"Yep." You could tell they both wanted to say more, but couldn't find the words, and so they left.
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Married to a Moose (a supernatural imagine fanfic)
Fanfiction*I changed the name to better fit the story* Hunting with the Winchesters and married to the moose. Having adventures with the boys and discovering what it's like to live with them both. There's ups, there's downs, but all in all, you're a Wincheste...
