Supernatural Oneshots English -CLOSED-

In my time of dying

Death. Normally everything what lived dies. Everything what bleeds dies. Basically everything dies.

You should've known that death wasn't absolute after you met the Winchesters. But what you could say was that death changes people.

You walked past the impala touching it slightly with your fingertips and enjoying the cold metal under your fingers. You stood infront of the door of the bunker and took a deep breath. You put your hand on the heavy door and closed your eyes to collect your thoughts.

You still weren't sure if it was right to be here. On the other hand you had nowhere else to go. So you formed your hand to a fist and knocked against the bunker door.
No one answered so you knocked a second time. When they still weren't opening up you pressed your forehead against the door.
You just wanted to leave when you heard someone on the door.

"Who is that?"

Sam. It was his voice. Your heart dropped and you gasped. Your last moments flashed in your mind and your heart ached.

"It's okay Sam. I'm ready. Just let me go.", you chocked and took his hand.

Tears were falling down both of your cheeks so you took your other hand to wipe his away.

"I love you baby.", was the last thing you heard before the pain overwhelmed you and you couldn't breath anymore.

You couldn't tell him you loved him too.

"Sam.", was the only thing you could say and silence followed your voice. The door flew open and you could see a very furious Sam. He grabbed you by your shoulders and pinned you against the wall.

"Who are you?!", he barked and you could swear that you never saw him this angry.

"S-Sam. It's me.."

"Shut the hell up! She is dead! You hear me? Dead! So who are you and why would you do something like that?!", he yelled and shook your whole body.

"Sam, please!", you begged but there was no chance he would listen. He dropped you and pulled his gun out of his belt and pointed at you.

" You just signed your death sentence.", he growled and pulled the trigger. He shot you in your friggin knee and you knelt down whining.

"Sam just stop for gods sake! You're gonna kill me!", you yelled pressing your hand against your wound to stop the bleeding.

"You-you're bleeding...", he stumbled more to himself than to you.

"Hell yeah I am. Because you just SHOT ME.", you said sarcastically and rolled your eyes.

"You're not a hallucination?"

"You were having hallucinations?!", you said surprised and your head shot up.

"That's non of your buisness! How did you get her DNA?", he threatened you still with the gun and you groaned moving your leg to cover it with some cloth.

"I'm not a shifter you dumbass.", you said and felt hiw the bullet still burned in your flesh. This wasn't how you expected your reunion to be. Hell you imagined a lot but not this.

"That you talk like her isn't doing you any favours bitch.", he said and stepped closer. You sat up and leaned your head against the wall and closed your eyes.

"Where is Dean? He will listen..."

"What the hell is going on? I heard a shot...Son of a bitch.", Dean exclaimed seeing you and you winked at him.

"Nice to see you too.", you said and tried to stretch your leg which led to more pain and more whining.

"Who are you?"

"Y/N freaking Y/L/N! If anyone asks this again I'm gonna start throwing punches.", you shouted in annoyance and Dean furrowed his eyebrow leaning in to Sams ear.

"She sounds like her."

"It's not her."

"Should we...kill her?"

"I am right here. Guys I can hear you. I'm like two meters ahead. So fuck you.", you interrupted them and Dean raised a brow.

"She sounds exactly like her and she has her temper."

"Maybe because I am 'her'.", you suggested  and closed your eyes to think of something so they would believe you.
They would never believe you when they saw that you healed. Like really fast. Bit that was something new to you too. You woke up on this field and the next thing you know is that you have this healing powers.
You were feeling how your flesh ejected the bullet. You held it in your hand and hid it in your fist while talking.

"I'm definitely not a shifter. Sam just shot me with a silver bullet."

"What are you then?"

"Don't know. Don't care. I'm back from the dead. Won't you give me a break?", you said.

"I want to believe you. I really do but you gotta give us something.", Dean said holding Sam back from shooting you again.

"Uh...I don't know..."

"Yeah because you're not her!"

"Would you just shut up for a sec and let me think.", you cut him off and tried to think of something.

"Uh...Dean you're talking about your mother in your sleep about how much you love her and how much you miss her. Sometimes you were talking to Sam in your sleep. Sam and I used to listen to you sometimes and Sam you're talking about Dean about how you let him down. Sometimes you even mention Jess in your dream which wasn't that fun to listen to. Dean and I used to listen you when you were tired and fell asleep first. And what you both are doing is sleep walking and it was freaking me out that sometimes Sam would just stand in the room staring at me or Dean lying on the kitchen floor staring at the ceiling."

"You did what?", both said similtaniously with wide eyes and you had to smile. You pushed your back against the wall and pushed yourself up so you could stand.

"Yeah you guys are hard to entertain at night when you have those deep thoughts of yours. So I had this therapy session of mine where I would listen with you to the problems of the other one. And I would put you back into bed when you were sleep walking. One time Sam tried to get out of the window. That was fun."

"That's why I have this back problems lately. I'm waking up on the hard kitchenfloor. Well since you were gone. I thought I was going crazy. And Sam you are the reason why I can't find my stuff.", Dean started to get it and you smiled.

"Yeah he used to hide my photos of him in his sleep but I would always..." You couldn't finish your sentence because the next thing you know was Sams warm arms wrapped around you pulling you into a tight hug.
He took a deep breath and your muscels relaxed immidiatly. You pressed your ear against his chest to hear his heart which always calmed you down.

"It's really you.", he mumbled into your hair and you nodded.

"Yeah I told'ya.", you laughed and he let you go suddenly and knelt down.

"Oh god I'm so sorry. I shot you. I freakin' shot you. Baby I'm so...", he stopped abruptly taking of the cloth you had wrapped around the wound and his eyes widened.

"I did shoot you, didn't I?", he said this time looking for a wound. You took his hands and pulled him up so you could look into his beautiful eyes.

"About that...I kinda came back with this ability to heal real fast. I don't know why though but I'm sure we will..."

"You know what? I don't care. You are back. That's what I care about.", he said and picked you up carrying you bridal style to his room.

"Yeah I will...just...be here then.", Dean said awkwardly and scratched his head.

"I missed you too!", you laughed and cupped Sams face touching his forehead with yours.

"I love you too Sam.", you said when you reached his room and he gave you a sad smile knowing what you meant. He closed the door after coming in and the world was just about you two.

For that moment at least or until Sam opened up his eyes.