A New Journey/Supernatural

Unbelievable

(Summary of the past 2 days)
It's been quiet. The boys haven't tried to bother you or nothing, you kept yourself lock up all day, just researching and just trying to find information. The only time you went out was to go to a library near the bunker and try to find more books. You haven't slept, eaten, or talk to the boys. You could sometimes hear Dean in his room, frustrated, angry, and Sam trying to calm him down, trying to look for information as well. You knew you were hurting yourself, but you couldn't stop. No matter how many time you tried to sleep, you kept seeing your mother over and over again. It was hunting you.

*Today Deans Point of view*

"Sam it's been 3 days. She hasn't even come out to eat or talk."

"I know Dean, but she will eventually," Sam says trying to calm me down. I couldn't help to think what she was going through. I just need to talk to her.

"Maybe we could try to talk to her?"

"Dean.. she won't want to."

"Not useless we try to get her when she leaves to go to the library."

"Dean come on. We can't just-" Sam stop talking as we hear the door open and shut.  "Dean!" I heard Sam scream out for me, but I didn't stop. I finally reached the garage, and there she was opening the door to the spare car.

* (Y/N) Point of view*

"(Y/N)!" Dean came running into the car.

"What?" Your voice raspy and hard to talk. You look down trying to avoid eye contact.

"I just.. need to know how you been?" Dean said shutting the door and turning to look at you.

"I'm fine."

"No your not. (Y/N) please talk to me. It's been 3 days since you locked yourself."

"I know.."You wanted this conversation to end so bad, but at the same time, you miss the comfort.

"(Y/N)." He lifts your chin up to see your eyes, but as soon as he did, his eyes started tearing up making you feel horrible. You then pull him into a tight hug. It lasted a good 2 minutes, but when you pulled away. He pulls out a syringe and stabs it on your thigh. You couldn't believe it, you let water gathering up in your eyes, but soon you let sleep evades you, lending you into darkness.

*Dean Point of view*

I stabbed (Y/N) with the syringe. Looking up to see her beautiful (e/c) eyes one last time, her eyes showed pain, and I carried her back inside.

"Dean? What did you do?" Sam stands up from the table, following behind, down the hall.

"I did want I had too."

"And what exactly is that? Put her to sleep and then?"

"I know this is a horrible plan, but it was the right thing to do," I said putting (Y/N) down on her bed.

"This is a terrible plan, she's going to be furious Dean!" Sam raised his voice as I started putting handcuffs on her hand.

"Dean!!"

"What!" I yell back. Sam looking at her than to me.

"You know those handcuffs aren't going to hold her long."

"I know that's why I had Cas make her this." I lift up a small silver bracelet and put it on (Y/N).

"What's a bracelet? And since when did you and Cas plan this.?"

"It's a bracelet that blocks her powers, and the person who put it on, can only take it off so will be good. And Cas come last night worried for (Y/N) because she's getting worst." Sam walks out. I could tell he was angry since he had his own plan, but I knew this was the right thing to do. I pulled out a chair and sat right next to her like I usually do.