Supernatural | One-Shots

The Panic Attack: Sam W.

↬ Date: June 2nd, 2021.
↬ Prompt: You have a pretty bad panic attack and (X) manages to help you.
↬ Trigger [Warning]: Light cursing, talk about anxiety.
↬ Words: 1214.
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"(Y/N)?"

(Y/N) wasn't (Y/N). (Y/P) was this little dark hole right now. This little hole that sucks the good things in and shoves the bad things out. (Y/N)'s hands felt like they were going to fall off as they shook violently. As (Y/N) sweated, (Y/P) looked up as (Y/P) name barely breached (Y/P) ears.

"(Y/N), are you here?"

(Y/N)'s chest contracted in pain as (Y/P) doubled over. (Y/P) breathing came out short and forced as (Y/P) felt (Y/P) lungs squeeze in (Y/P) chest. (Y/P) body shook as the overwhelming feeling of fear and doom filled (Y/P) bones. (Y/P) backed (Y/P)self into the wall of the closet, (Y/P) knew the voice but (Y/P) didn't know if it was the actual person.

"(Y/N)."

There it is again! (Y/N) stared at the door as feet walked past it. (Y/P) sucked a breath in, hoping the person heard them but at the same time they didn't, and waited. That's the thing with anxiety: you want help, you wanna reach out for it, but you don't want to ask for it. (Y/N) jumped out of (Y/P) skin as the door was opened roughly.

"(Y/N)! Oh my God, are you okay?" The person squatted down and reached out to grab (Y/N). Her wet, darkened orbs widened and (Y/P) moved back some.

"S-Sam?" Her voice was gone and (Y/P) practically mouthed the word. Sam nodded with a concerned face. (Y/N) looked him in the eyes, the green flakes flashed with home, and (Y/P) fell into his arms. Sam fell back on his ass as he wasn't expecting it, "O-oh my god, Sam!"

"Shh," Sam hushed (Y/P) as he held (Y/P) in his lap. He rocked (Y/P) back and forth to calm (Y/P) down. Sam rubbed (Y/P) back as he did his hardest to hold (Y/P) and stand up. After managing to get up, he moved to the bed that was theirs in the motel, "(Y/N), what happened while I was gone and where is Dean?"

"H-he said he wanted-- he said he wanted pie and went to-- went to get pie but came back early. He-he-he wasn't him though. He-he wanted to-- wanted to have 'fun', he said. He chased me with a gun-a gun," (Y/N) whimpered out while stuttering. Sam got confused, Dean won't do that, wouldn't he? Speaking of the Devil, Dean walked through the door holding a large brown paper bag and a small smile.

"Oh, hey, Sammy, when-cha get back?" Dean kicked the door closed softly with his foot as he sat the bag on the table. He got the things he brought out of it and placed it on the table. After cleaning the bag out, he folded it and looked over at the two, "Is (Y/P) okay? (Y/P) looks like (Y/P)'s shaking."

"Dean, did you come back earlier than you planned and leave again?" Sam asked as he felt (Y/N) tighten (Y/P) grip on him. One of Dean's eyebrows shot up as he shook his head.

"No, why?" He turned his body and completely faced them. Sam looked down at (Y/N) as (Y/P) shook (Y/P) head slowly.

"Were you knocked out or tied up somewhere?" Sam asked another question without looking up.

"No, why?" Dean asked, more fiercely this time. Sam continued to look at (Y/N) for a minute before looking up at Dean.

"(Y/N) said that you came back early and chased (Y/P) with a gun, which drove (Y/P) into a panic attack," Sam stated, emotionlessly. Dean's eyes widened until they looked like dinner plates on his face.

"Why the hell would I do that?!" Dean nearly sneered as he paced in front of the table. (Y/N) jerked slightly at his tone.

"I never said you did, I just said what (Y/N) told me. I don't think you would do anything closely related to it," Sam muttered as he flattened (Y/N)'s hair. He mumbled sweet nothings to (Y/N) as Dean and he tried to think of what could have done this.

"I can only think of a shapeshifter," Dean groaned as he rubbed his face and looked at Sam and (Y/N).

"Um, I have a theory but it's a long shot. Doppelgänger, it's a German word meaning 'double goer'. In German folklore, it's a wraith or apparition of a living person, as distinguished from a ghost. The concept of the existence of a spirit double, an exact but usually invisible replica of every man, bird, or beast, is an ancient and widespread belief," Sam explained softly as he rocked (Y/N), "(Y/N), take a deep breath in, okay, and hold it... Now, let it go."

(Y/N) followed his instructions, shakily, as (Y/P) felt (Y/P)self calm down slightly.

"Dad's journal said those are a myth." Dean scratched his stubble as he thought more about it, "I mean, it's a theory and scientists are working with it."

(Y/N) let a final deep breath out as (Y/P) calmed completely down. (Y/P) was finally able to recall the whole thing better now.

"It looked like Dean but it was slightly different. He had brown eyes instead. He acted like a bigger dick but had Dean's sarcastic nature," (Y/N) spoke up as (Y/P) adjusted (Y/P)self in Sam's lap. Dean's face fell as he caught what (Y/N) said: (Y/P) just called him a dick.

"Okay, then it's not a shapeshifter because they look exactly like the person they are being," Sam stated the obvious but neither of them paid attention to it as they tried to think. (Y/N) was laying against Sam's chest as he held (Y/P).

"It has to be a Doppelgänger-- Dean, I don't care what it says in your dad's journal, no disrespect-- what else could it be then?" (Y/N) turned (Y/P) head and looked at a fuming Dean, "Do you want me to believe it was you who threatened me with a gun? Made me experience the worst panic attack I have ever had in my life? Do you want me to not trust you anymore?"

"NO! I just-- I don't know, okay? I didn't threaten you with a gun, I don't- I don't want you not to trust me again... I just-- I'll just go look into these doppelgängers. I'll be back later," Dean let the door slam shut before either of them could protest.

"I made him upset, didn't I?" (Y/N) asked as (Y/P) stared at the door.

"What? Of course not, he's just-- yeah, you did." Sam pursed his lips as his fingers lightly traced shapes on (Y/P) back mindlessly. (Y/N) sighed softly as (Y/P) closed (Y/P) eyes, "He's fine though, I promise, he'll come back around."

(Y/N) nodded as (Y/P) hid (Y/P) face in Sam's chest. He used his free hand to scratch (Y/P) scalp to ease (Y/P) into sleep.