Imagine your life spun upside down and into a world that you didn't know existed. After being rescued by The Winchesters, you start a new life...living in the bunker with them and hunting with them. You find yourself needing to move on as you realiz...
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As soon as the witch hits the ground, a ghost who we can assume is her son appears in front of (Y/N). I step forward but Sam puts a hand on my chest shaking his head. The boy turns back and smiles at (Y/N) before turning back at us. Sam and I watch the ghost boy become more human. Within no time, a light above him appears. "Thank you. She almost had me but I didn't want to be here. I wanted to go home... to heaven. Thank you for freeing me from her grasp," he whispered before ascending into what we can assume is heaven. The light fades out and we both race over to (Y/N).
"I'm going to do a quick check for occult objects, books or anything else she might have had back here—as well as any surprises," Sam points to a small area of the room while he watches me grab ahold of (Y/N). I nod in a hurry while cautiously putting my hands near (Y/N)'s face. Her eyes reflect exhaustion and fear staring into mine. There's tears at the brim but she keeps blinking them away.
"It's okay, sweetheart. It's over. You're safe," my hands undid the gag around her mouth as quick as possible. I couldn't believe she was taken for a second time in a year. The terror in her (y/c/e) made my heartache. As soon as I undid the rope around her wrists and ankles, she throws her arms around my neck and I scoop her up in my arms. The tears she must have held back come bursting through like a dam. I carefully stand up and scoop her up bridle style. Sam shakes his head walking over to us. He pushes back her hair causing her to open her eyes that she held closed while letting the tears fall.
"Hey, tiger," I roll my eyes at my brother's comment. He gives me a look before glancing down at (Y/N) again. "You are going to be okay. You're a fighter," he reassured, placing a kiss on her forehead. My grip instinctively becomes tighter on her. "Let's go home," he shifts his eyes towards mine watching him. "You want me to drive?" Sam asked, shifting his gaze back down at (Y/N). I know he can tell I am not about to let go of her.
"Yeah, here," I manage to get my keys out of my jacket and hand them over to Sam. We head out the basement of the library leaving the dead witch behind. "We need to get out of here now."
Once we reach Baby, I climb into the backseat and keep (Y/N) in my protection. I lay back positioning (Y/N) on top of me, my arms staying wrapped around her which she does not protest. All she does is silently sob never saying anything. Her fingers twist my shirt while her tears continue to fall.
It isn't long before her sobs begin to die out. I repositioned myself but keep her snugged against me. She moves against me to climb more up my chest. I let her do whatever she needs to do if it helps her feel better. She buries her head into my shoulder, keeping her hands drawn close to her body. Recalling how I would rub her back when she had nightmares, I moved my hand up and down her back in soft strokes. She tenses at first, but then relaxes back against me. At some point, my hand finds home at her lower back where her shirt is lifted exposing her skin. My thumb caresses her lower back while my mind wonders what the witch did to (Y/N). She lets out a soft snore that makes me quietly laugh. She denies that she makes any sound while sleeping. Yeah, okay.
Sam pulls Baby into the garage smoothly. I give him a nod of satisfaction when he takes a glimpse at us in the rear view mirror. He turns the key and shifts to look back at me. "Dean, um, maybe you should keep an eye on her tonight. I don't think she needs to wake up and find herself alone. She already has nightmares occasionally from the hunts and from when those vamps took her," Sam suggested, drumming his fingers on the back of the seat. There's something else he is wanting to say by the way his eyes bounce between (Y/N) and me. Instead, he sighs and gets out the car. He opens the back door and offers a hand to help. She begins to wake up and takes Sam's hand to climb out the backseat.
As soon as I'm out, I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her close. "Come on, sweetheart. Let's get you to bed," I murmured against her forehead, placing a friendly peck on it. She still doesn't say anything. It begins to bother me and I can tell Sam is noticing something is off as well. I offer to carry her but she puts a hand up and just leans into me instead for me to lead her down the hallway. She winces when she presses herself against me but ignores the concerned look I give her.
Once we reach my bedroom, she gives me a confusing glance before pulling herself away from me to head out the door. "Won't you stay for the night?" The question comes tumbling out sounding more desperate than I wanted. I stretch my arm over my head glancing away from (Y/N). When I peek back at (Y/N), she has her arms wrapped around herself looking down at the floor mindlessly. Stepping towards her, I take her hands gently into mine. When her (y/c/e) glance up towards mine, she blinks away a few tears and asks, "Are you sure?" I barely hear the question. I can feel my eyes narrow looking at her why she would ask that. I pull her against me and wrap my arms around her. She winces from the soft impact and I murmured sorry in her hair. I lean back and cup her face between my hands.
"I want you to stay with me tonight. You've been doing it more lately because of the nightmares from—," I stopped abruptly. "Well, you know," I feel like an idiot reminding her of the vamps from the first time she was kidnapped. "Let me clean up these cuts and we can get you ready for bed, hmm?" She nods at my suggestion, letting me take her by the hand to take care of her after this crappy night.
(Y/N) sits on the end of my bed keeping her head down with her hands clasped together in her lap. Her knees bounce rapidly that I have to cautiously walk over before leaving the room and kneel in front of her. Tilting her chin upwards with a finger, I catch her tired gaze and the urge to take care of her grows stronger.
"Sweetheart, it's okay....you're safe. I got you."
