One week has passed since you've locked Michael in your mind and he's desperately trying to escape. That results in migraines, headaches, and random outbursts to your two brothers which you never mean, they just happen.
Heading into the bunker library, Cas, Sam and Dean were at the table studying a spell book. You sighed heavily, heading straight to the fridge to grab a beer. You snapped it open with a bottle opener and took a big sip. In the corner of your eye, you see that all three of them were staring.
"What?" You questioned, shooting your head their direction.
"Nothing, nothing." They all said in unison.
"Hm, that's what I thou-" You suddenly stopped mid sentence, dropping your beer on the floor suddenly with no warning. You tensely closed your eyes and groaned, having another one of your episodes.
"Y/N." Dean shot up quickly and headed over to you, grabbing your back for support. You saw it was wet on the floor and freaked out more.
"Don't worry, we'll clean that." Sam picked up the can and set it on the sink.
"I'm good, I'm fine he's j-jus- ah!" You winced, seeing Michael banging on the door to your mind harder and harder. He yells, desperately wanting out. Suddenly, he stops. "This son of a bitch really wants out." You sighed.
"We'll figure this out, Y/N. All of us." Cas mentioned.
"When?" You chuckled nervously. "I don't know how long I can take this!" You shout at him. Cas knew that you didn't mean it but you regret them every time you do. "Sorry." You whisper.
"No, it's okay." Cas shot a worried look at Sam and Dean.
You let out a deep sigh, "Maybe I should just rest."
"Okay, um me and Sammy will pick up dinner?" Dean nods to Sam and he returns it.
"Yeah and then we'll keep digging on how to get Michael out." Sam assures you.
"We've been doing that for weeks." You scoffed, placing a string of hair behind your ears. Everyone shot a stare and you silently grunt.
"I'll be in my room." You informed everyone. You walked down the little stairs to your room and you heard Dean speak.
"We'll come and get you when we come back." Dean raised his voice for you to hear.
"Yup!"
**
Taking only about a half an hour nap, you woke up and stretched your aching body from being mentally and physically tired. You sat up from your bed, listening to the walls to hear if Sam and Dean were still there.
You had to do something about this. You loved Sam, Dean and Cas but they had no idea how to go about this. You had to find someone who could and who is more powerful than Michael but you knew your brothers and Castiel would not agree. What did you have to lose?
Quietly shutting your bedroom door, you tip toed down the hallways with lights hitting your droopy eyes. Hearing papers rustling, you revealed yourself to Cas, who was stumbling, trying to find something to get Michael out of your head.
"Cas, you've been at this all day." You sighed, sitting across from him at the map table.
"I'm not tired." Castiel's voice mentioned in a monotone voice.
"I didn't ask that." You shot.
Castiel's eyes immediately shot up at you, head angled. You stare him down, arms crossed.
"I'm a angel. I don't get tired." Cas reminded you.
"When are you and the boys going to admit to yourself that you can't help me? That Michael is too powerful for us to handle?" You scoffed, leaning on the map table and keeping your eye contact to Cas.
"We're going to do anything we can-"
"What if it's too late? What if he eats me up alive and kills me inside?" You question with anger in your voice.
"Y/N-"
"Because he's doing a damn good job at it." You flared your nose, teary eyed. A awkward silence hit the room, but you broke it "I'm going to go get some fresh air." You angrily spat, standing up from your chair.
"Y/N!"
"Cas, for the love of God please close that book. We both know we're not going to find anything." You sniff, wiping away a tear. You walked up the stairs and headed out to find help. Michael was going to get out of your mind, once and for all. Whatever it takes.
