Imagine Running Away From Your Brothers
Request: Hey, there! I wanted to ask if you could do a OS where the reader has bad hallucinations after a witch casted a spell on her and she’s really scared of her brothers because she thinks they try to kill her and they are sad that she saw them like that? – Anonymous
Author’s Note: I hope you like it! I tried writing this before and it didn’t turn out right. Also, I think Sunday’s oneshot might be posted on Monday or Tuesday, according to how the three day weekend goes and if I get any time to work on it. - Haley xx
Those looming shapes behind you might have looked like your brothers, but they didn’t sound like them. They were howling and screaming at you, like wolves throwing back their heads and calling to the moon. You had to get away, you had to get back to the car so you could refill the clip on your gun and kill those monsters behind you before they killed you.
You darted between the trees, trying to confuse those monsters behind you. The impala wasn’t that far away, half a mile at the most. You could do this. You glanced over your shoulder and saw the tallest one – the one that looked exactly like Sam – getting closer to you. His long legs jumping over the fallen tree you had barely made over.
Both of those monsters looked just like your brothers, but you knew they weren’t. Dean and Sam would never hurt you. Would never howl like an animal. Would never hunt you down like an animal. But whatever those things were, they were doing exactly that. Sam and Dean must have been taking by the witch when she hit you with that spell. She was trying to confuse you.
You could hear cars going down the highway you all had parked off on and knew you were getting close to the impala. A few hundred more feet and you would be right there and able to take on the monsters. You saw the stretch of blacktop and almost reached it when a hand grabbed you and shoved you to the ground.
The monsters. The ones that looked like your brothers stood over you, smiling down on you while they whispered horrible things. They were going to kill you.
“She’s crying,” Sam said.
“I told you,” Dean said, crouching down next to Y/N. “That witch did something to her.”
Y/N flinched when Dean reached out and swept the hair out of her face. “I’ll kill you!” She sneered.
Dean pulled his hand back and stood up. “Y/N,” Sam said, softly. “It’s us. It’s Sam and Dean.”
“No!” Y/N screamed. “The witch did something to them. You two are not my brothers.”
Dean and Sam gave each other a look. Sam looked down at his little sister and saw the genuine terror in her eyes. She thought they were something or someone else; chasing her down in the woods because the witch made them.
She couldn’t see that her own two brothers were standing right in front of her. “We gotta get her home before she hurts herself,” Dean said.
Sam nodded and at the same time, they both reached down and grabbed one of her arms. Y/N started fighting back, kicking and screaming, threatening to kill them, but it didn’t matter.
“We’ll fix this,” Sam said, as they got Y/N into the back seat. “Y/N, we’re not going to hurt you. We’ll fix whatever is wrong.”
“I’d rather you kill me,” she said, before spitting in his face.
Sam sighed and closed the impala door. “Let’s go.”