I Love You

Chapter 7: I Don't Like Yelling.

You went to bed, no progress had been made. You laid in there, thinking about what you could do to fix this. Truth is, you're scared. Scared to sleep, scared to relax... It's just a mess. "I can't sleep." you said, turning over to face Jack.

You had finally given up. "Is it because of your dream?" he asked, perplexed. "Of course it is. Jack, how am I supposed to function in normal everyday life, if I can't get to sleep?" you questioned.

He looked at you, his eyes squinted in curiosity. "What?" you asked. You couldn't help but smile. He just looked so cute when he made that face; the crinkle in between his eyebrows, the way his top lip curves at both ends.

"It's just... I don't get it." he sighed, relaxing his face. You giggled, bringing your hand to his cheek. You briefly caressed it, then kissed his forehead. "What don't you get, my love?" you asked, resting your hand back on your side. "You keep saying you're scared, and I keep saying that I'm going to be here for you... why don't you listen to me?" he asked, making you frown.

It wasn't that you don't listen. Like you said before, it's the fact that you know that this could be out of yours and Jack's control. It hurt you to know that your words made Jack question you like this.

"I'm sorry, Jack. I just... I just have this gut feeling that no matter what we say or promise to each other, it's just gonna be out of our control. That dream... it did something to me. I-I can't go back to sleep." your eyes began to fill with tears, this fear that you have is so... it's unexplainable.

Jack moved closer to you and with his hand, he wiped your tears away. "I don't like to see you like this, Y/N. Please, don't be scared anymore. I'm not going to leave you... and I'm gonna do everything I can to keep you safe." he comforted, giving you that crinkled expression again. You gave a pained smile. "Just... don't leave before I fall asleep." you sniffled, snuggling closely to him. He gave a determined nod, wrapping his arms around you...

...You ran through the woods again, breathing hard. "Y/N, over here. It's me." a voice whispered. You couldn't tell where it was coming from. You found another tree big enough to hide you, so you sat on the ground, rocking your baby. "Y/N! I'm over here." the voice whispered, but this time it was a little louder. You whipped your head to your right, looking with wide eyes at where you thought the sound came from.

"No, over here." it came again, but this time you found familiarity in the voice. You turned your head to the other side, making sure the baby wasn't going to cry, but you couldn't see anyone over there. "No, not there. Over here." it came again. "S-Sam?" you questioned so quietly, you could barely hear your own voice as you looked behind the tree. "Yes... Yes, Y/N. It's me." he said, gaining confidence. But once again, you saw nothing.

"I-I don't see you, Sam. Where are you?" your voice shook as your breaths quickened. You felt so tired, you couldn't tell what was reality and what was delusions. "Over here." he said, the wind blew in front of you, which was weird considering, it came from a new direction every time Sam spoke. "Hello?" you asked, your voice cracked as your eyes filled with tears.

If this was a joke, it was a sick one. "Over here.." the voice came eerily as the wind blew from yet another direction. "Sam... stop. This isn't funny." you sobbed, holding your baby to you, tightly. "Over here..." "Over here..." it echoed, moving in different directions, getting faster and faster. "Stop!" you cried, curling yourself up, smaller and smaller, protecting your child from whatever was ailing you.

But to no avail. The echoing continued, getting louder and louder. "STOP!" you screamed, startling the baby. "STOP! Just stop it!" you yelled desperately as the baby began to cry. "Shhh.." you sobbed. "Y/N.... Y/N..." a different voice began, a comforting voice. One you could hold on to. One that proved to be real...

... You gasped, shooting up from the bed. Your entire body was soaked in sweat, your eyes already pouring tears. You brought your hands to your face, sobbing. Jack sat next to you, and wrapped his arms around you, quietly holding you there. "Y/N" a deep voice appeared, you looked to see a figure at the end of the bed.

"It won't stop!" you cried. "I can't find Jack. I can't find Sam. I can't find Dean... my baby won't stop crying. Make it stop." you added. "Hey, Hey, look at me." Jack said, holding you out from him.

You looked into his eyes, silently sobbing at the discovery in front of you. "You're here... you're really here." your sad sobs turned into joyful ones. "I never left... where are you right now?" he asked, pulling you back to him. "The woods... Jack, we've been running for days. You have something for me. Something that needs me. Jack, where did you put it?" you asked, suddenly full of anger.

"Where is what? Cass? What's going on?" he asked, looking up at the angel with a panicked expression. "I don't know... unless..." he started, walking to the side of the bed. He placed a hand on your stomach, but looked pained.

You started yelling, you didn't know why, but you felt you needed to get him away from you. "Get away from my baby!" you screamed, Cass flew across the room, landing with a loud crash against the dresser. "Y/N." Sam's voice came from the doorway as the door flew open, revealing both of your brothers on high alert, guns drawn.

"Sam?" your voice broke. "Yeah... Yeah. What just happened?" he asked, relaxing his arm, and rushing to the angel's side. "I thought you were dead, and... and then, I heard your voice... but it wasn't you. Someone was trying to take my baby." you explained, relief in your voice. Sam gave Jack a confused expression. "I-I... she started screaming in her sleep, so I tried to wake her up..." he started to explain.

"It's a premonition." Cass stated, holding his left side. "Are you okay?" Sam asked. "Yes. Look, this is getting bad." he went on. "Well, how do we get her out of this...  premonition?" Dean asked, stepping forward. "Dean?" you asked, bringing your hands to your mouth in shock.

He didn't say anything, just gave a confused look. "I thought you died. You went to get weapons, and... you told me you would be back soon. Where were you? Huh? I needed you, and you were gone. Just left me... alone." you said, getting angry again.

"Y/N ... I don't... I... Cass?" he turned to him. "Fix this." he said, well, more like demanded. "I can't." he said, looking at you. "You... What?" Dean said, in disbelief. "I can't fix her. The Elioud is too strong. She ... or he won't let me touch your sister." he explained. "So, she's just stuck like this?" your oldest brother raised his voice.

"No, no, no... please... no yelling. I don't like yelling." you began to panic. "Oh my... what's happening to her? Castiel, do something!" Jack panicked. Your eyes were glowing a yellow, almost orange color.

Cass fell to his knees, blood started coming out of his eyes in tear like droplets, his ears did the same. "Cass!" Sam yelled as he and Dean both caught him before he fell to the floor.

"Y/N, you need to stop." Dean begged, then, he began seizing, foam formed at his mouth. "Okay, okay, we didn't mean to upset you. Just... wait, you're the baby... right?" Sam asked gently. You smirked, but closed your eyes. When you opened your eyes, you looked back to Jack. "What the..."

🐾🥀I hope you enjoyed this part! I'll be back next week with part 8. What do you think is going to happen? What did Jack see?🥀🐾