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Hey! I had a idea that the reader is Sam and Deans little sister (13 or 14) and she gets spelled or something to make her go crazy like see stuff talk to walls stuff like that and she ends up in a mental hospital and breaks out and the boys and maybe Cas find her while they’re on a hunt and realise how badly messed up she is please ?♥️
Hey! This kinda sounds like me as I’d sometimes talk to myself :p
Talking Like I’m Crazy
Dean carries your sleeping form into the bunker, Cas and Sam trailing behind him.
Reaching your room, across from Dean’s, he opens the door and settles you underneath the covers.
Sam and Cas are standing outside your room, watching Dean slowly and silently close the door.
“I-I don’t think there’s anything we can do. We already killed the witch and (Y/N) is still the way she is.” Sam says softly.
The three walk off into the library and try to figure out how to get you back to normal.
A few minutes pass to have the three hear your voice out in the halls. They get out of their seats to follow your voice.
They stop in the hall you’re in to see that you’re talking to the wall, making the angel and your brothers think that you’re having a full conversation as if someone’s there.
“You okay, kid?” Dean asks, cutting you off mid-sentence. You nod, “Yeah, I’m good.”
You walk past them to get to the kitchen, continuing on with your conversation.
A few hours pass to have you and Cas sitting on a bus bench.
A small bus pulls up, the door opening and small chatters in between the other people in the vehicle
“You sure this is going to help?” You ask the angel.
“I hope so.” With a hug goodbye, you walk onto the bus with the door closing behind you.
You settle in the back seat with your bag, tears stinging your eyes. You look to the free spot next to you as if someone said your name and asked if you’re okay.
“I’m alright. I hope this helps, too.”
Some of the people and the driver takes a quick glance at you, thinking you were talking to one of them.
With everyone asleep and the lights out, you have your bag packed after staying at the mental hospital for two nights.
You take a glance to the sides of the hallway to make sure no one was out.
Sneaking quietly past the sleeping guard, you manage to get away.
Later into the night, you’re still walking on the side of the road, following the treeline.
Your shadow appears, giving you a small fright. You chuckle at yourself.
The car that made your shadow appear stops with the doors opening.
Two taller bodies stop in front of you, their figures being similar.
“(Y/N), what are you doing out here?” Sam asks.
Him and Dean look up and down at your body, seeing the hospital pants and shirt you’re wearing.
“I didn’t want to be at that place anymore, I can’t. They tell me when to go bed, when to take my meds! I-I just can’t be there anymore!” Tears sting your eyes.
The two wrap their arms around you, yourself relaxing in their warmth. They give each other worried looks.
Sam picks you up, your arms against in between his and yours chests and your legs loosely hanging by his hips.
He sits where he usually does in Baby, yourself still cradled in his arms. Dean puts your bag in the back seat before sitting behind the wheel to continue driving.
When Sam feels your body completely relax and your breathing has evened out, he softly says, “I’ve done more research. She’s stuc-”
“Don’t finish that sentence, Sammy, just don’t.”
Dean looks at you, taking in the view of your sleeping face towards his way, half of your face pressed against Sam’s chest.
It reminds him of when you were a baby. It was the only way to put you to sleep, when you had a nightmare, or when you or them just wanted cuddles.
The nightmares and cuddles thing still happens.
Putting his eyes back on the road, in the corner of his eyes, he sees Sam lean his head against yours. Dean releases his hand to curl his pinky with yours.
“Even though she’s gonna be like that for a while, we’re gonna help her along the way.”