Supernatural Imagines

Sam Winchester - Clocks

I found this prompt on Tumblr.
Imagine Sam meeting you at the mental hospital and him promising to help you.

ALSO I CHANGED MY USERNAME. It was xfandomwriterx (cringe) but now it's Tartan.novak ;)

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Sitting on your bed you sighed and stared out the blurry window. Day 163 was as boring as the ones before it.

They had decided to throw you in here because you went 'crazy'. One day a loud ringing pierced your ears and suddenly you could hear angels, after people finding you tried not to make them scared but a lot of things happened. Demons started haunting you and soon enough your house burned down and now you were in this mental hospital with burn marks on your body.

Dr Smith opened your door and smiled as he brought in your food. "Will I be able to walk around today?" You asked him.

He nodded "Just be careful" he said. As he left you got up and lifted the cover to your food. Mash potatoes and sausage, that was okay.

After eating you decided to have a roam around. The Angels had been talking recently about one of their brothers, his name was Castiel and apparently he had lost all his memory's as an angel.

You walked down a hall and looking into a room. A man maybe about 6'4 with shoulder length brown hair was sat on his bed. You hadn't seen him before so you decided to stay for a second.

He jumped and glared at a corner in his room. Then he spotted you. You looked to the floor "Sorry" you whispered.

"No it's okay" he said standing. He was a lot taller than he looked sitting down. Even though he looked sleep deprived and his hair was broken he still looked beautiful. He had little cuts on his face and he had bandages over his large hands.

"I've never seen you here" You spoke. Sam Winchester an angel whispered. "Sam Winchester?" You asked yourself.

The man looked at and furrowed his eyebrows. "How did you know my name?" He asks.

Your eyes widen and then you shrug. "I saw it on a piece of paper a few days ago" You lied, scared to tell him about your 'condition'

He walked back into his room and you leaned on the door frame. "So, what's your name"

"(Y/n)" You said. "Why did they bring you to this dump?" You asked walking in.

He laughed and rubbed his eyes. "You wouldn't believe me"

You shrugged and sat next to him. "Well if it made you feel any better, you probably wouldn't believe me either" You said. He smiled and sighed.

"Someone's in my head, and they won't let me sleep or eat" He said.

Sam Winchester. Crazy, lucifer, demons, Dean.Dean.DEAN

You groaned as the Angels shouted in your ears. "You okay?" Sam asked.

You nodded and sighed. "I guess I have to tell you about my crazy brain" you said looking to him. "I-I can hear angels" you said. He looked to you with wide eyes. "Told you, I'm messed up" you got up and stood near the end of his bed.

"No,no (Y/n) that's amazing" He said standing. "Is that what making you wince?"

You nodded. "They started shouting, um, something about you being crazy, lucifer and demons but I winced when they shouted Dean?" You explained.