Imagine: Nut Job

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This place was disastrous. No one believed a damn thing I said. They just pointed fingers and laughter erupted from others as I told my story. There was no hope. That was until I met Sam Winchester. He was the only one who believed me. Everyone else thought I was a nut job.

I was sitting in one of those gigantic gray chairs that weren't able to be picked up or moved. It basically just stuck to the floor. Trying to figure out the puzzle. Nothing fit. God, everyone in the place hated me. Just because I thought I saw the devil. That it was attached to me, and it was the reason my parents were killed.

There was a new guy joining the staff, I surely didn't recognize him. Long shaggy hair, gorgeous emerald, green eyes. I could picture him with moose ears. Maybe that was my wild imagination. I was trying not to look at him. I was trying to do the damn puzzle. But I could feel eyes on me. Was it the devil?

I closed my eyes and tried to breathe. Nothing was going well with me today...Or yesterday. I was admitted to the psych unit yesterday. These fuckers had no to plans to release me either. I felt a bit of panic build up in me. I saw the moose guy walking towards me.

"Hi, can I speak to you for a-"

"NO!" I exclaimed and shot up from my chair, rushing in my grippy socks back to my room. Man, this guy was cute. Of course I had to act out in front of him. That was just me.

I curled into a ball and started to whisper things to myself to keep me calm.

I heard a few knocks which startled me, and I looked up again.
There he was.

"Can I help you?" I snarled, clearly not in the best mood to have a full-on conversation with someone.

"Yeah, uh..." He looked down at the chart, "(Y/N), isn't it?"

I rolled my eyes, annoyed. Then uncurled myself.
"Duh. Isn't that what my chart says?"

He frowned at me, not liking my attitude. I didn't care.

"Hey...I am one of the new techs on this unit. I thought I'd introduce myself to you. I'm Sam."

I started a shake a little bit, I heard footsteps, indicating that he was walking to me.

"I-I'm not comfortable with you here."

"And that's alright, (Y/N) I just wanted to talk to you and-"

"GET OUT!" I yelled. Of course I had another outburst.
He nods and raises his hands in surrender.

I look behind me and instantly regret it, "HEY! Wait!"

He looked at me, with a calm expression.

"You going to talk now?"

I nodded slowly, feeling anxiety, but there was no way he'd believe my story.

"I'm being stalked by the devil." I said, barely audible.

He cocked an eyebrow, "Can you repeat that?"

I groaned and put my face in my hands. "The devil is stalking me...But you won't believe that, right? No one does."

"Elaborate."

"Well when I was younger. There was a fire. My parents...well. They're dead. They burned to death. Now it's just me and my little sister. It was completely traumatic for me. For us. The firefighters claimed the fire was electrical. Or whatever. The devil. Well, he had black eyes. Or yellow. Or red. Whatever. I can't seem to remember that much. It was some color out of the ordinary."

He nodded.
"Please. continue."

"Wait-"
I looked at him, feeling a tad bit hopeful.
"You believe me?"

He didn't respond. Just then I realized that he was taking notes.
"Son of a bitch. You're going to tell them, aren't you? That I'm fucking insane, and they'll just keep me here longer!"

"No, no, nothing like that!" I stood up, ready to storm away, but he stood up as well, blocking my way.

"Hey...I'm not like them, okay? I'm not like the others." He dropped the chart on the bed in front of him and rushed over to me.


I shook my head.

"Look at me."
I rolled my eyes.

"Look at me!" He repeated so I met his emerald eyes, almost melting when I looked at him.

"I'm not like the other doctors, techs, whatever the hell they are, okay? I actually had a similar experience before. Like you. I'm hunting him as a matter of fact."

I was baffled at what he was telling me.

"What?"

"That's right. I'm here to stop it."
Sam held his eye contact and had a stern look on his face.

"Really? Are you sure you believe me? I'm not crazy?" He put his hands on my shoulders, "No. (Y/N). You're not crazy."

That was like music to my ears. I started to tear up a little bit.

"How do we stop him? I have my little sister, and-"

"Just follow my lead, okay? I'm going to get you out of here. Trust me."

I smiled a tad. Something told me that he was serious.

"Okay, I trust you."

He winked and grabbed me by my arm.

"You're safe with me."


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