Supernatural Preferences and Imagines

Ghosts- Sam

Song is Ghosts by BANNERS

I'm obsessed with this song right now: it's so pretty and so sad!

I hear voices// Awoken from my sleep//I'm haunted by the air force// That grip// If the earthquakes now// Buildings fall// I'm pulling pictures off// From our bones// 'Til you say// Here, here I am// Oh, and here// here I am// Oh, oh 

Your eyes drifted open, despite the heaviness that weighed them down. Every fiber in your body longed to go to sleep, but something was keeping you awake. You couldn't help but feel conflicted; nothing felt right.

Faded voices surrounded you. Distorted conversations. You focused on one— the closest sounding one— as your sight returned.

"Y/n." It was a warm, comforting voice. You recognized it to be your name. Someone was talking to you.

Through clouded eyes, you looked up at the face of your fiancé, Sam Winchester. Your eyelids threatened to flutter shut, but you forced a smile, hoping it didn't look as weak as you felt. Inside, your walls seemed to be crumbling. Your structure was broken and your thoughts were fuzzy.

"Sam," you rasped. You hadn't spoken in days... weeks... Your fiancé didn't seem to hear you. "Sam?"

You sat up and reached for his hand. To your dismay, your fingers just slipped through his as if your fiancé were made of air. You couldn't feel anything: there was no warmth, no sparks that rushed through your body whenever you made contact with him, no nothing. You were sitting in front of him but it was like you weren't even there— like a veil had been put in front of you and reality.

All the Ghosts that float// Float around us// Now they turned all our dreams into dust//We saved your mother// But darling there was no spark left for us// We won battle but lost the heart//But now I know that here// Here I am// Oh and here// here I am

"I miss you," Sam spoke again. He leaned forwards a bit and outstretched a hand, reaching past you and grabbing something else.

"What? Sam, I'm here!" you shouted, only to receive no response. You followed your fiancé's gaze and your stomach dropped. He was holding your hand, but it wasn't you. It was your body.

You let out a shaky breath and stood up. With that came the daunting realization that there were no wires attached to you when clearly, you were in a hospital.

Your bare feet touched the floor, but you couldn't feel the cool temperature nor the dust that gathered on the tile.

You found yourself overwhelmed with emotion as you looked at the hospital bed. You saw yourself— sallow skin stretched over too little muscle, too much bone; your eyes were closed and shadowed; your hair was dull; and your face was devoid of any emotion. You looked like death, or at least on the verge of it.

"You can survive this," Sam said. His head bowed. "Or I want to think that you can. I need you, Y/n— I need you to find your way home. I'm not sure if you can hear me but, if you can, follow me back. Use my voice to do whatever you need to do. I just— I need you here. With me. Please..."