Supernatural BSM

Into the Flames: Pt. 2

1st POV
I shouldn't be here. Truthfully, what business do I have being in a situation as such? Alone on a cold backroad. Two in the morning. Abandoning the only life I have ever known for a life I don't even know where to begin. I wouldn't even word it like that. It's more like, throwing darts in the dark. No. That is still too loose fitted. It's more so trying to find a pair of shoes. You know what you like but you don't know where to shop. Possibly the worst analogy I have ever used. But bare with me. It's 2am.

You're probably wondering why I am rambling. I don't blame you. But honestly, I don't even know when my day started. Or how I got here. Last thing I remember was being on a hunt then suddenly, I was driving.

Probably just a case of deja vu or disassociation. But still. It seemed so real.

Even now, everything I am doing doesn't feel real. It feels... lucid. It feels like I'm in some weird fever dream that doesn't have an end. It feels like something unimaginable has just occurred yet I have no recollection of it.

In fact, the more attention I pay to my thoughts and body, the more I begin to feel discomfort. The more I begin to feel unease.

I feel pain.

Seething pain.

Burning pain.

This panic. This anxiety. Why am I feeling it? Where is it coming from? Why is it happening? I'm driving this shouldn't be happening. I'm just driving.

'Y/N!' 'Y/N!' 'Y/N!'

Why am I faintly hearing my name? Who is calling my name? Why am I feeling like this? It feels like I'm on fire. I feel nothing but heat around me.

I stop the car, pulling over on the side of the road. I'm trying to catch my breath. I'm attempting to stop these hallucinations. To no avail.

"Fuck!" I let out in a panicked scream. Tears begin to make their way from my eyes. I frantically wipe away my tears that seem to be never ending.

I take off my jacket to attempt to cool off. To my dismay, it does nothing. My erratic and panicked breaths now fogging the windows around me. I scream at the top of my lungs. Begging the nothingness around me to help.

The tears do not stop. The pain does not end. The panic courses through my veins. Just make it stop.

3rd POV
Somehow, the trio managed to escape the burning blaze. The two Winchester giants seemingly made it out unscathed while the youngest... well that's another story. The incapacitated teen was lying limp in her elder brother's arms. Both men desperately calling her name as they drove down the cold backroads of Arkansa.

At two in the morning, neither of them ever imagined them rushing to a hospital over a hunt. Let alone for their younger sister to be the patient.

Once arrived at the small county hospital, their skilful deception never faltered. Even in the midst of their panic, they were able to create a convincing cover story for what happened to their beloved sibling.

A bonfire. A family bonfire that ended in this horrific accident. "She was bringing the supplies for s'mores. She didn't see a loose log and fell." Their story somehow convincing enough to warrant no further questions.

How would no doctor ask about her severe smoke inhalation? How could no nurse ask about the bruises to her face? It was unsure. I'd wager it was because no one dared to question the two intimidating men who brought her in. Whatever the reason, it was mutual. Staff didn't ask, the Winchesters didn't tell. It was as simple as that.

•Tension time skip brought to you by these Easter Oreos I'm currently eating•

"It's been three days. They said it's no coma, then why the hell isn't she awake?" Dean bitterly sighed. The restless days and sleepless nights beginning to ware on him. "She's been through severe trauma, Dean. It'll take some time for her to wake up." Sam tiredly interjected.

Both men wanted nothing but the best outcome for their sister. But this life taught them that "the best outcome" usually comes at the cost of ones soul.

"You know that's bullshit. If she hasn't woken up by now, she won't ever. Just say the word and I'm at a crossroad. I cant sit here and watch her like this for another minute." Dean ranted. Getting up from his bedside chair to pace the room.

"You're not selling your soul. How many times have we all been over this? We can't just keep trading our life for the others. That's how we all end up hurt, or dead or making even more deals. It's a never ending cycle and you know it." Sam said in a monotoned voice. His eyes locked on his sister's unconscious body.

"Then what the hell am I supposed to do? Huh? You're the brains of this family and I haven't heard you say any plan other than 'wait for her to wake up.'" Dean insulted. "What do you want me to say, Dean? Want me to say, 'yeah sure go ahead. Sign away your soul again so that way when your time is up, we can all start trading souls like they're Pokemon cards!'" Sam sarcastically said with a fake smile. "Our best plan is no plan, Sam. This is our sister. Youre telling me we should go with that? Is that what youre saying?" Dean asked, cocking his head to the side as he threw his arms out. "This is Y/N's life, Dean. If your soul selling idea doesn't work and we end up losing her... l'm not losing you too. That's what I'm saying." Sam calmly answered, looking over at his brother before returning his gaze to their sister.

•Several days later•
Though their patience was strong, Y/N's will of unconsciousness was stronger. How much damage could one's body suffer before it gave out? I suppose it doesn't have much to do with their body, rather, the individual's will to live. Clearly, Y/N's will was strong. One could even say it's stronger than the eldest Winchester's suicidal tendencies.

"Five days, Sam. Looks like your 'wait and see' isn't doing her much justice. Now is it?" Dean sarcastically asked. "Can you just shut up, Dean? For almost a week now, all you've been doing is criticising me and my choices on how to support Y/N. I'm sick of it." Sam bitterly snapped back. "Oh you're sick of it? You wanna know what I'm sick of? I'm sick of all the hoping and praying that you've been doing. We all know how well that has worked in the past!"

"Like your plan has worked out well in the past too! When was the last time one of us selling our souls have worked? Huh? Go on. Tell me. Tell me when exactly that has ever worked in our favour Dean." Sam sarcastically argued, crossing his arms waiting for his brother's response.

"Go to hell." Dean snapped. "Been there already. But thanks for the suggestion." Sam countered.

"You're a real son of a bitch, you know that?" The eldest bitterly questioned. Scouring at his younger. "I'm the son of a bitch?!" Sam sarcastically questioned. "Look at who keeps picking arguments over the littlest shit and wanting to go out on a suicide mission for Y/N! Trading lives isn't what we need to be doing here, Dean. Hate to break it to you, but unlike your twisted reality, your life actually is worth something. You're worth something to me and Y/N! So for you to want to trade away your life, that's just fucking selfish. I want her awake no more than you do.... I want her healed and laughing and being our little sister just as much as you... but that all won't mean anything if you're not here with us."

"Can you two princesses stop arguing? You're both very pretty." Y/N's sarcastic, quiet voice spoke. Her tired and hoarse voice filling the thick, tense silence.

"Y/N? Youre awake?" Sam whispered in disbelief. "Were you expecting to see someone else awake?" She asked in the same sarcastic tone. A tired smile taking place on her wounded face.

"More like not expecting you to wake up." Dean added with a sigh of relief. Making his was over to the side of his sister's bed.
"Aren't you a ray of positive sunshine?" She tiredly hummed. "I would tell you to shut up but... right now your voice is like music to my ears." Dean softly chuckled, a relieved smile taking centre stage on his face.

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A/N:
So I know I kind of ended the chapter abruptly but I wanted to publish it
1.) because I promised it the other day
2.) I have another idea for a chapter that I want to do but wanted to finish this one first.
Anyway, hope y'all enjoy it. Hope it was worth the wait.
It's currently 11:24pm and I'm tired.
So with that,
Enjoy your day/night/whatever time it is for you.

Sincerely yours,
Whore with wings