Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #67: Can You Feel Me (Pt. 2)

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

Age: 15

     "Cas, it's been three days. You really haven't found anything about that witch? What if this is permanent now? What if she never sees again?" Sam was careful to keep his voice low, barely above a whisper, for you were curled into a tight ball in his lap, chest rising and falling softly as you slept. At least that was one thing that wasn't affected by the spell; sleeping.

     Well, sleeping in itself was alright, but waking up had proved to be a problem.

     When you opened your eyes the first night after you'd been hit with the spell, you'd forgotten about your new lack of sight. Not be able to see both in the waking and dream world triggered another anxiety attack, but this time Sam and Dean were both there. After that Dean made you sleep with him, and when you'd wake up and freak out because you'd forgotten everything was black, he would wrap you up in his arms and whisper gentle reassurance to you until you calmed down again.

     Cas sat across from Sam, looking down at your small, oh-so-small body helplessly. He didn't know what it was, something about the way your knees pressed to your chest and your hands were held close to you, you seemed so young and so beautiful to him. Cas had dedicated his life to you the moment he first saw you, and in time you'd begun to tease him, calling him your guardian angel. But he was fine with that, because that's exactly what he was trying to be.

     "I've got everyone I know looking for her, Sam, but it's like she vanished off the face of the earth." Cas responded, sinking heavily into his seat with a sigh. Sam grimaced, pulling you closer and pressing his lips to your head.

     "She might never see our faces again." Sam whispered, his eyes falling shut as he choked back a lump in his throat.

     "No," He raised his head as Dean entered the room, his voice soft yet firm, "She will, she has to. We'll find this bitch, and when we do I'll be sure to make her pay."

     "What do we do in the meantime?" Cas asked, his voice all but silent. Dean sighed as he came to a stop next to Sam, looking down at you and stroking your hair gently.

     "We help her," Dean said, "Being blind, I can only imagine how terrifying it is. She can't be left alone anymore; I don't want her left alone anymore. She needs us now more than ever."

     It was right as he finished speaking that you stirred, your milky white eyes fluttering open, but instead of moving around, they simply stared ahead, motionless. Dean somehow managed to crack a smile. Even when her eyes are white as snow, they're still the most beautiful things I've ever seen.

     "Where's Cas?" You muttered, rubbing at your eyes as you stood up. Cas looked up at you, smiling even though you couldn't see, "I want Cas."

     "I'm right here, Y/n." Cas kept his voice low and gentle for you as he held out his hand for you to find. You did so and waddled over to him, once more curling up into a ball in his lap, your head falling to his chest and your eyes staring ahead blankly. His arms slid slowly around you, as if he was afraid he'd startle you, and his chin rested atop your head. Physical affection and Cas had never mixed well with anyone other than you.

     "Am I gonna be like this forever?" You asked after a moment, turning your head slightly, only to realize it didn't matter if you did; you couldn't see them anyway.

     "No," Dean said, shaking his head, "We'll find the witch, I promise you that, sweetheart."

     "I've already started to forget what stuff looks like." You admitted, your voice trembling, "I forgot the shape of a toothbrush. A damn toothbrush. What happens if I forget you guys?"