Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #62: Can You Feel Me

This imagine is dedicated to thestrals-

Imagine: A witch hits the reader with a spell that makes her go blind.

Age: 15

     "She's in there." I murmured, pointing to the door before me. Sam and Dean nodded, readying their guns as I positioned myself by the doorknob. I glanced back at Dean and he mouthed to me, one, two, three.

     Into the room we leaped, guns waving as we struggled to locate where the woman was.

     But we didn't even get the chance to see her. Or at least I didn't, for no sooner had we entered the room were we hit with a flash of white light, forcing my eyes to squint shut as I held my arms, blocking my face.

     And suddenly it was quiet.

     I opened my eyes.

     But all that greeted me was darkness.

     "Y/n?" It was strange, hearing Sam's voice but being unable to see him. He was close to me, I could tell, but nevertheless I jumped when his hand clasped my shoulder, no doubt confusing him, "Are you alright?"

     "Boys?" I squeaked, my voice trembling, "I can't see."

     "What?" I jumped once again as Dean spoke, his voice loud and very close to me. There was a pause, and I realized upon feeling his breath on my face that he had gotten close to me and was looking at my eyes.

      "Dean, look how milky they are." Sam murmured behind his brother, and Dean felt a bout of anger course through him.

      "That bitch witch blinded my sister." He said, stepping away from me. At least, I think he did, I didn't feel his breath anymore, and when he spoke again his voice wasn't as close, "Alright, we've gotta take her home. Sam, call Cas, see if he can't hunt down this witch and make her reverse the spell."

     Sam did as he was told and before I knew it they were both walking away, the echoing of their footsteps getting quieter with each second.

     "Wait-" I mumbled, too quiet for them to hear as terror struck my heart. I stumbled forward, tripping my way in their general direction with ever-increasing fear, my voice getting louder, "Wait, boys, where'd you go?"

     "Hey, hey, hey," Dean seemed to realize that I had no hope of moving around on my own, coming back to me and steadying me with a hand on my shoulder, "I'm right here, you're alright. Come on."

     He slipped his arm around my waist and led me out, steering me gently away from doorframes and around furniture as we exited the witches 'home'. He helped me into the car and he and Sam got in up front.

     The ride home was silent, save for Sam talking on the phone with Cas, until suddenly Dean couldn't keep his curiosity at bay.

     "What's it like?" I jumped about three feet in the air and he immediately apologized before continuing, "Being blind?"

     "It's dark," I said stupidly, before realizing that that wasn't a very good answer, "It's never knowing when someone's gonna touch you or speak. But, it's weird, my hearing and my smell, they seem so much stronger now."

     "What, so you're like a dog now?" Dean asked. I rolled the eyes that couldn't see, pulling a bitchface.

     "Yeah, Dean. I'm a dog. And I bite." I snarked. Dean chuckled.

     Eventually the Impala made a few turns, and before I knew it we were home.

     Sam led me inside, but hesitated as soon as he was in the door. I didn't even need to see the problem.

     The stairs.

     "How the hell am I gonna get down these?" I murmured to myself, looking in the general direction I thought the stairs were in.

     "Easy," Sam said, gently touching me so as not to scare me before moving his hands down and scooping me up like an infant, "I carry you."

     I rolled my eyes once more as he carried me down the stairs and planted me at the table in the library, following Dean as they took their bags to the room.

     And suddenly the pitch dark room was silent and I was alone. I couldn't hear their footsteps, or their breathing, and something about seeing nothing but darkness made me feel claustrophobic, my breathing getting quicker and quicker as I struggled to listen to some sign that my brothers were still there.

     "Boys?" I called eventually, chest heaving as I got up, tripping over the leg of the chair and falling onto my hands and knees. I crawled forward, tears forming in my eyes, "Sam! Dean! Where are you?"

     I didn't even notice Dean's footsteps until he touched me and I flinched.

     "Hey, easy, it's me." He said, but I was not comforted.

     "Dean, I can't breathe," I hyperventilated, feeling around on the ground, "It's all black, I can't breathe."

     "Hey, hey," Dean grasped my shoulder and pulled me up to face him, taking my face in his hands, "Do you feel this? Do you feel me? I'm here."

     My hands reached out without my knowledge and took a fistful of his shirt. He pulled me closer and oh-so-gently touched my forehead to his.

     "I'm right here, tiger." He whispered, his minty breath wisping over my nose.

     "Dean." I murmured before pulling myself into his embrace, clutching fistfuls of his shirt and burying my face in his shoulder, "How long until this stupid spell wears off?"

     "I don't know, kid," Dean admitted, falling back and sitting on the floor, pulling me into his lap, "But we'll take care of it. I promise."

I'll do a part two eventually but yeah.