Supernatural: Season Two

Nightshifter (3)

Nightshifter (3)

Kylie's POV

Watching the door to the vault close made me feel like a kid again, and not in the good way. I felt the sweat make a line down my spine, my clothes felt too tight.

Where was the air? Who shut off the air?

"Kylie." Sam sounded distant as I glanced around the room, ready to claw at the walls. I felt his hands tighten on my shoulders, and I pushed them away like they were toxic.

Sam stood in front of me now, his hands up in surrender. "How about we sit?" He offered.

"I need to get out." I shook my head, feeling the hostages eyes on me as I freaked out.

"We will." Sam nodded. "But right now you need to calm down, you are freaking everyone out."

I glanced around at the hostages, most of them were shaking, others were crying. I was just making them feel worse.

I nodded quietly at Sam and let him lead me to a corner that was away from other people. I slid down the wall and sat on the floor, bringing me knees to my chest. I listened to Sam sigh before he sat down next to me. "I didn't realize you still get this way." He admitted.

"Claustrophobia doesn't just go away Sam." I shook my head, putting my chin on my knees and rocking back and forth.

"I don't think it's claustrophobia." Sam said suddenly.

I shot him a look, a feeling of frustration taking over. "If I remember correctly you went to Law school not psychology school."

He rolled his eyes. "I took a psychology class or two." He admitted. "I've seen you in small spaces before, I think it's more of Cleithrophobia. The fear of being trapped. That's why you freaked out with that Croatoan case too."

I felt tears weld up in my eyes. "I keep having these nightmares." I admitted, glancing up at him. "My dad just shutting this door in my face."

I watched Sammy's face soften, his eyes feeling with realization. "Like when you were a kid."

I let out a soft chuckle and shook my head. "Like when I was a kid." I agreed. "But now he's taunting me, telling me how I'm going to die."

"Ky-" Sam started but I quickly stopped him, shaking my head.

"I don't want to talk about that right now, it's only going to make things worse." I let out a shaky breath. "God I just want to breathe normally." I admitted.

Sam pulled me to his chest, holding me gently as he ran his fingers through my hair. I was surprised to see this type of affection from Sam, but I was also glad.

Sometimes a girl just needed to be held.

"Is this okay?" He asked gently as he rocked me back and forth.

"Yeah." I let out quietly, holding onto him tight. "You know ,this is usually the other way around." I tried to tease.

"Yeah, well we're not kids anymore." He chuckled. "I'm not little Sammy anymore."

"Yeah, trust me I know." I kicked one of his long legs.

There was a pause, a moment of silence, before Sam spoke again.

"How are you feeling?" He asked softly.

"Well the walls haven't caved in on me yet." I chuckled awkwardly before becoming serious. "I'm still freaking out but more quietly." I admitted.

I watched as a small timid red-headed woman came up to us, she nervously tucked her hair behind her ear. "Who was that man?" She pointed to the door, making me gulp.