Far Removed From Reality
Drabble Request by @theanniewisegirl: If you’re still taking them… could I request a drabble? Could it be with Sam and angst with a bit of fluff at the end? Like maybe the reader is afraid of something or freezes during a hunt? Thanks so much!!!
Word Count: 1014
Warnings: Minor depression & like feelings
A/N: Life got so crazy! I’ve had no time to write, and I’m not gonna have time to write until next week! Ahh!! I hate being an adult! Anyway, I carved out an hour to write tonight and got this drabble out, but I’m gonna go dark again for a few days (another weekend filled with family and friends!) But I just wanted to get something out because it’s been nearly a week.
“Look at the pretty little girl,” the ghost snarled, floating closer to you. “She’s frightened out of her wits, this one.”
Y/N! This is a freaking ghost! You can fight this, you can win, you—your inner monologue cut off as memories flashed past your eyes of every hunt gone wrong in your entire life. All the lives you failed to save. Every monster that was still alive because you couldn’t kill it.
“My, my!” The second ghost squealed in excitement. He dug even deeper for the darkest memories that you kept hidden. As the scenes flickered to life like an old film, your muscles tensed. Oh, how you wanted to run. Oh, how you wanted this to end. But you couldn’t move. You could barely breathe. And the ghosts thrived off of that. “She’s a fun one, she is! So many bad memories.”