Supernatural Imagines

It's Us

Summary: Dean is frantic in his search for you once he figures out you've been kidnapped by Souless!Sam

"What do you mean they're gone?!" Dean fumes, balling up his fists.

"I- I don't know," Cas stutters. "When I came back-"

"Why were you gone?" He continues, holding back his fury. "You two were supposed to watch Sam while I met with Crowley, that was the plan!"

Cas looks away with stony eyes, guilt crashing over him like a typhoon. "I'm sorry."

Dean paces past the angel, headed towards the trunk of the Impala. "Y/N's tough. She can handle herself," He mutters. "She has to."

"I'm sorry," Cas repeats, a little more force behind it this time.

"Are you?!" Dean explodes, looking up from the arsenal laying out in front of him. "You don't seem to understand how badly you just screwed up!"

"Well then explain it to me," Cas challenges, now agitated as well.

Dean turns back to the guns, cocking a few of them and loading bullets. "Dammit, Sam is soulless, Cas! He knows that I've been trying to get his soul back and now he's doing whatever he can to stop it. He won't even hesitate to kill her and you know it."

"Well what are we going to do?" Cas asks, looking down at the ground.

"You're going to get in the damn car, and I'm going to find her."

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It's not Sam. Not really. You repeat those words over and over again in your head as you endure the pain. The cool metal of the chair you are tied to feels good against your hot skin.

You can feel blood trickling down the side of your temple and seeping out of the multiple wounds scattered on your body. You've yet to let out a single tear, too stubborn to give one up to such a monstrous version of your friend.

"Sam," You breathe out for the hundredth time, trying to reach him. "You don't want to do this. Not the real you."

"The Sam you think you know is gone," He replies with a dark smile. He peers over at you as he sets down the switch blade he had been using before. "And unless you tell me how Dean's getting my soul, this is going to be a very painful experience for you."

"You're right. Sam is gone," You risk a bit of resentment and ignore his threat. "But, he'll be back. And he'll be even worse if you kill me now. Don't do this."

Sam's smirk falters for a moment as he considers your words. "I'm never going back. I don't want to be weak again."

"You were never weak!" You plead, panting out your words. "You think being stone cold makes you stronger? What it makes you is an ass, Sam."

His lips thin out and he clutches his blade tightly. With a quick slice there's another deep gash in your chest. You let out a moan as the blood seeps out of you once again.

"Emotions do make you weak. I've seen it." He glares at you as your head hangs down. Your hair is a tangled mess of sweat and blood and you barely have the energy left to speak. "It was obvious every day that I pretended to care about you and Dean. It felt...unnecessary."

"You don't understand them," You mutter. "You don't understand what you're supposed to feel."

"Then enlighten me," He grabs your hair and lifts your head up, tossing it back so you're looking at him again.