No Time

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Everything was spinning, a thousand pounds of brick were being pressed into your ears and temples, and you were becoming terrifyingly aware of the inability to move even your fingers.

"Y/N?" Someone was calling off in the distance for you, and you just couldn't respond, even though you so badly wanted to.

Footsteps faded in and out as they approached and retreated from your bedroom door.

Had it been a minute? An hour? Time didn't feel right. It didn't feel like there was time at all, actually. The memories you always tried so hard to force down and out of your mind had broken back through, raging and threatening to drown you as you were swept away in them.

"Y/N? Are you changing?" A knock at your door signaled one of the brothers. I'm in here! You wanted to shout. "I'm coming in, okay?"

The lock clicked and it squeaked open, Dean still in paint stained sweatpants that he used as pajamas even though it had been three in the afternoon the last time you looked.

That was before you'd felt so dizzy and disoriented.

"Y/N?"

You were screaming at your toes to wiggle, your fingers to tense, your eyes to blink, something to prove you were still in control.

Concern crossed his face as he came closer, viewing your body, which was still half wrapped in the towel from your shower. Your hair was mostly dry,  except for the back, which was tangled and matted to the back of your head. The pillow was just as soaked.

"Y/N, what's wrong? Why...?"

Finally, the dam broke completely and your chest lurched up from the bed as you let out an animalistic wail. Dean jumped in surprise, pure fear distorting his confident frame.

"Y/N! What's wrong?" He grabbed your bare shoulders, trying to get you to speak coherently.

He gathered you up against him, and your hands finally responded, clutching at his arms, his chest, his neck. He tried as gently as possible to hold your wrists together with one hand as the other rested on your back, placing his cheek on your head.

"You're okay..." He kept repeating.

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