Supernatural Imagines

TFW x reader--Senseless

Imagine slowly losing three of your five senses.

You wake up to complete darkness. What time is it? It must be early. You wait for your eyes to adjust.

"No," you whisper as you take a guess at your predicament. You try to open your eyes wide, and they definitely  feel open.

"No," you say a bit louder, as you raise your hand to touch your face. Your fingers touch your eyelids to make sure their open.

"No! No!" You sit up and scream at the top of your lungs. You heard footsteps thunder down the hallway and the door slams open.

"Y/n!" Dean shouts out of the darkness and you feel his breath on your face.

"I can't see! I can't see!" You shriek, clawing at your eyes.

"Y/n, calm down," Sam says and you feel a hand on your shoulder, which surprises you enough to stop the screaming. You feel a tear trickle down your face and you fling when someone touches your face.

"Sorry," Dean says, "I'm just checking your eyes."

You try to stay still as he holds your face in his hands. "Weird. Your eyes are different colors. One is bright pink and the other is bright blue. Both of the colors are covering your pupil."

"So that's probably why you can't see," Sam finishes.

You sigh heavily and hold your face in your hands. "Why is this happening?" you sniff.

"I have no clue, but I promise, we will get to the bottom of this," Dean says, determined, "But for now, do you want us to help you to the kitchen? Sam can make pancakes or something."

You nod and someone holds your hands. Another pair of strong hands take your feet and guide them over the bed and onto the floor. You stand up and the person holding your hands pulls forwards, encouraging you to begin walking. Shuffling your feet on the floor, you make your way to the kitchen. You try to imagine what everything looks like, but by the time you think you're halfway down the hallway, the person holding your hands has you turn to the left.

"Where are we?" you ask, trying to reform the image in your mind.

"We're just outside the door to your room," Dean replies.

"Ugh! This is hard. I can't feel anything to find out where I am. It feels like I'm walking in a back hole with nothing around me and when I bump into something, it surprises me."

"How about this?" He moves your hands so you are touching something big and smooth with a ridge at about the height of your shoulder. The wall. He lets go of your hands. "I'm standing right next to you. Now is that better?"

You nod and begin walking on my own, never letting go of the wall. Eventually, you come to a corner, where it feels like the wall has dropped off into space. You let go of the wall, waving your hands in front of you as you feel for the next wall. It seems like you should have touched it by now and you walk slower. You keep imagining the wall being right there, but then you can't feel it. Finally, your fingers graze a flat surface in front of you.

"If you needed my help, you could have just asked." You feel his hands on your shoulders and he pulls you away from the wall. "You walked across the hallway to the opposite wall."

Feeling stupid, you let his guide you to the correct wall and lead you down the hallway. When you make it to the kitchen, he helps you sit on a stool at the island and you hear him clatter something glass onto the counter in front of you.

"Sam made you toast instead. He thought it would be easier." He lowers your hand down to touch the edge of the plate. You move it across the plate until you feel the crumbly crust of the toast. You pick it up and bring it to your mouth and eat it.