Supernatural One Shots

Dean x Dying! Reader

You weren't doing so great. You knew that. Sam and Dean knew that. You three were just on your way to a hunt, you and Sam bickering as always, when the Impala got slammed by some truck. Of course, it was driven by a demon and it only did a lot of damage to your side of the car. Dean and Sam had left with a few cuts and bruises, but you were messed up pretty bad. With a crushed rib-cage, head-trauma, and countless other things, you were more than lucky you didn't die on impact. Now you were in the hospital, hooked up to a dozen machines. Your heart-rate would occasionally get pretty screwy and every few hours or so, the doctors rushed in to get it going again. Meanwhile, the boys tried to find something, anything to do. They didn't want to lose you. Not so soon. However, to your surprise, you woke up in your bed, feeling a pit in your stomach. You slowly stood up, your feet hitting the cold floor. In a white shirt and a pair of baggy blue pyjama pants, you slowly walked over to the doorway of your room. Sam and Dean were nowhere to be seen.

"Hello?"

You slowly stepped into the hall, looking around. A few nurses would pass by, not giving you so much as a glance. You slowly walked down a set of stairs to the reception desk.

"Excuse me? I'm looking for my friends. Sam and Dean Winchester."

The blonde behind the desk simply continued to go through papers, not seeming to hear you. You snapped your fingers in her face, her not responding.

"Hey. Lady. Can you hear me? Hey!"

You growled a bit, turning to see one of the doctors.

"Hey! You!"

You ran over to him, standing right in front of his face. Nothing. You started to panic a bit, running back up the stairs. You desperately tried to get someone, anyone to see or hear you, but your attempts were useless.

"Hey! Can anyone see me?! Please! Sam! Dean! Hello!"

You ran back to your room, falling dead still and silent. You were on the bed, hooked up to the machines. Were you dead? You couldn't be. The monitor read that your breathing was still there, your heart still pumping. You were still fighting. So, what the Hell was going on with you? You turned at the sound of footsteps, Sam coming to see you.

"Sammy! Oh, thank God. Look, Sam, I don't know what-"

You cut yourself off, watching as he walked right past you to your bed. He looked more than upset, but you were just getting frustrated and desperate.

"Sam? Oh, please tell me you can hear me. Sam! Come on, you're the physic. Do your ghost-whisperer mojo. Sam!"

No matter what you did, he didn't know you were there. You watched as he sat in the chair beside your bed, tears in his eyes.

"(Y/n), we're trying... We really are... But, we can't find anything... We don't know what to do..."

That made you stop, staring at the younger Winchester.

"No. No, Sam, come on. There has to be something. Find some hoodoo priestess and make her work some magic or something."

Sam shook his head a bit, looking down at the white tiled floor.

"We're trying to find some hoodoo priestess or something... Anything to work some magic on you... Just, don't give up, (y/n)... Keep fighting..."

You nodded a bit, glancing at yourself in the bed before you looked back at Sam.

"Yeah. I'll keep fighting, Sammy. I'm not going anywhere. I promise."

You were contemplating on trying to touch him, but you figured he had enough on his plate as is. You decided to try to find Dean, starting down the stairs again.