Warning: Semi graphic description of sever anxiety attack. Based off my own attacks... Minus having someone like Dean to hold me or be with me.
(Y/n) sat on the floor of the hotel room.... Phone's dead, charger is no where to be found, Sam is some where, Dean is somewhere else.... And (y/n) is hyperventilating on the ground, suffering from a very sever anxiety attack.
Not just one thing, just many many things all at once pent up and boiling inside her finally exploded into a full blown panic attack. It started with the shaking, a tremor in her hands and legs so bad that she dropped her book and slid to the ground. The addition of immobility only increased her fear and level of anxiety... Her breathing became short and labored.
Thoughts and worries flooded her head. Fear courses through her veins. Where was Dean? He had helped her in this situation before.... A long time ago... What if he's forgotten? What if he can't help? What if no one can help? What if I die here because of this? The hyperventilating began to turn into dry heaving. She got on all fours just as Dean walked in, dropping everything as he saw the hysteric state of his girl friend.
"(nickname)! (Nickname)! What's wrong? Are you hurt?"
she shook her head but could not answer. Dean feared for her life, as he did not know if this was an anxiety attack or some supernatural force controlling and harming her.
"(name), tell me what you need me to do," he said as calmly as he could. Her wild eyes begged him to hold her, restore her breath, or just kill her and end this.
"(Nickname) breathe for me, baby. Just breathe," she took a big gulp of air, "yes just like that, let's do a few more. Do think about anything else think about filling your lungs with air and my words okay?"
She said nothing but did as he instructed her. Her breathing evened out, and Dean reached out to take her hand. She did not show any negative signs to it so he opened his arms to her and let her fall effortlessly into them.
"There we go," he said stroking her hair and back gently. "There we go, I've gotcha. You've safe. You're okay. WE. WE are okay,"
"Huh?" He prompted after many long minutes, "You're safe? I'm safe? We're okay? Yes?"
She nodded into his shoulder still holding him close, absorbing his warmth and closeness. He kissed her head, "there we go sweet heart, everything is okay,"
