Sam Winchester Imagines

#9 Panic! At The Bunker

You ran to the bunker, pleading your little legs to carry you even faster. You finally reached the front door and banged your fist on it with all the force you could conjure. You thought you'd made a dent in the metal at one point. The door flew open and there stood Sam Winchester. The love of your life. You hadn't realised that you'd been crying until you had stopped running and felt the warm tears flowing down your face.

"Y/N? Baby what's wrong?" Sam asked pulling you into a hug and shutting the bunker door behind you.

"He left" you managed to get out before your breathing got really heavy and you started seeing black dots in your vision. Sam lead you to the kitchen you walked numbly beside him still breathless. He switched on the cold tap and put your wrists under the cold running water. You could tell it wasn't working because you felt like the room was closing in on you and your legs felt like they were going to give way at any second.

Sam also realised this wasn't working so he ran to the draw and got out a paper bag. He put it over your mouth and nose.

"Breath into this Y/N" Sam said while rubbing circles on your back. Slowly but surely your breathing slowed down and you felt drained.

"What in hell was that?" You whispered, leaning into Sam's chest.

"A panic attack, it's okay now. I used to get them when I was a kid, sometimes they were minor and I just ran my wrists under the tap, other times I had to get the paper bag, once my dad had to call an ambulance because nothing would work" Sam said picking you up and carrying you to his room. You were still in your sweats and a baggy t shirt from running out the house. You knew Sam didn't care though. He's seen you in worse states.

He layed you on the bed and layed down beside you. You shifted so you were on his chest and he stroked your hair.

"What happened?" Sam whispered

"I was in my room on my laptop, and my mum and dad started fighting. My dad was drunk and he was saying horrible things. Once he was done insulting my mum, he came upstairs and he starting laying into me. He told me I was a disgrace to the family, becoming a hunter and all. He said I'm lazy and I don't pay enough rent. Then he tore up my room, poster by poster, furniture by furniture until there was nothing left apart from the massive lore books. He wasn't strong enough to rip them apart. He packed all his things up from his bedroom and then smashed the window in my baby brothers room. It okay though because Charlie was at a friends house so he didn't get hurt. We can just tell him dad left for a job or something, he doesn't need to know the full story now, he's too young. Well my mum left to go to a friends house for the night and I legged it here. I didn't know what else to do, I'm sorry to bother you so late Sammy, even you need sleep" you rambled, gesturing at his sweats and t shirt "I mean I bet I woke Dean up too and now he's going to be annoyed and he'll leave too and then you'll leave because I'm a burden rather than a proper girlfriend, all I do is complain and get myself in trouble" your voice cracked just as Sam interrupted you

"Y/N I love you, you're not a burden and you never will be. Your dad has no right to smash up your room and he definitely has no right to call you a disgrace, you are perfect Y/N, don't let anyone tell you different Princess. Now, head up, your tiaras falling" Sam said softly reassuring you "as for Dean, he doesn't go to bed for a while yet and knowing him, he's either listening to our conversation or waiting to come and check on you"

"You sure?" You whisper

"Positive, you're going to stay with us forever and always yeah? Your family can stay in the spare rooms until the house gets fixed up and you can stay with me in my bed, because I love you"

"I love you too Sammy" you smile, lifting your head off his chest to press a kiss on his lips. It was a short kiss but Sam knew it said a thousand words of love and gratitude.

You slowly drift off the sleep on Sam's chest, listening to his heart beat. Just as Sam said, moments after you slipped away into your dreams, Dean popped his head in the door to check in on you. Sam reassured him that you were fine and that he'd tell Dean about it in the morning. Dean smiled sympathetically and went to bed himself. They were your protectors, your safety blanket, your home.

They were family.

So this was short and whipped together in 20 mins. I just had the idea and wrote. I hope it's not too sad but if any of you were wondering, that's actually what a panic attack feels like and what I do to calm myself down. I really hope none of you have to go through the torture of panic attacks but if you do:
1. YOU'RE NOT DYING DON'T WORRY AND DON'T PANIC MORE.
2.run your wrists under cold water, it sounds weird but it seriously helps
3.if there's not cold water around, or it doesn't work, breath into a paper bag, it helps get the Carbon Dioxide back into you system to even out your breathing.
4.if none of the above work, ride it out. Sit there and try to even out your breathing, they don't last forever. I promise
5.if after 5-10 minutes or so, nothing's working, call an ambulance, it might be something worse and they can stop it quickly and easily.
6.talk to someone if you are having a hard time in your life, I didn't, that's why I get panic attacks regularly and they're not fun believe me, it could just be anxiety about something that happening but it's always better to talk about it. Don't keep anything bottled up. Even if it's PM'ing me and talking about it. I won't judge and I'll try to give you some advice about how to maybe help the situation.
7.as Jared says Always Keep Fighting❤️

I love anyone who takes time to read my little creation❤️

Thanks for reading!

-Ellie xx