You were frozen in fear, staring at the figure that stood in front of your now closed door. The sound of the lock cut through the silence.
"Y-y-your not r-r-real," you say shakily. It starts to move closer, and the closer it gets the more your heart races.
"Oh, but I am sweetheart," he grumbles. You know that voice all too well.
"B-B-Belphegor," you tremble. He gives you a wide smirk.
"Oh I'm afraid I am," he states. The panic in your heart begins to quicken as he steps closer to you.
"You're not real," you say a little louder than the last time.
"That's what you think," he says, still slowly making his way towards you.
You struggle to move further away from his, your ribs and shoulder still hurt because of him.
While you're trying to maneuver your way to the other side of the bed, he's standing right beside you. He reached out to grip your chin, forcing you to look him straight in the eyes.
"I. Made. You," he says. Your blood begins to boil. How could he say he made you.
"You made me?" you ask. "You ruined me!" You shout. "You ruined me! You hear me! You broke me down just so you could build me back up in your own sick and twisted image!" You shout painfully.
"Did I do that?" he says with a playfully confused tone. Just then he snaps his fingers and Dean comes barging through your door. Belphegor vanishes and Dean comes rushing over to you.
"Y/n!? Y/n!? What's wrong?" he asks frantically, watching as you try to get as much distance between him and you as possible.
"Please don't," you cry. "Please, get away from me! Don't hurt me!" Dean can see the tears streaming down your face.
"I'm not going to hurt you, baby, it's me, the real me," Dean keeps trying to get you to understand, but you've moved so far away from him that you're almost falling off the bed.
"Sammy!" Dean yells. "Sammy come quick!" he yells again. Soon after Sam come rushing in.
"What happened?!" he asked concerned.
"I think she's having an episode, she won't talk to me," Dean says, he takes a step back so Y/n can see Sam.
"Hey, hey hey hey," Sam says putting both arms on your shoulder to bring you back to reality.
"Sam?" you ask timidly. He can feel you shaking underneath his palms.
"Ya Y/n, it's me," he replies.
"H-H-He was here… i-i-in my r-r-room," you sob. "H-H-He felt s-s-so real,"
"He's gone Y/n, he can't hurt you," Sam says as he wraps himself around your quivering form.
You just sit there sobbing into Sam's shirt as Dean and Sam looked at each other with concerned faces.
Eventually you fall asleep in Sams arms, and he laid you back down to tuck you in. Dean had left just minutes before Sam, but Sam stays for a while to make sure you were fine when you woke up. Dean however had other plans. As he had left Y/n's room he felt like a shadow fell over him. Everything he did to try to make sure your were ok was a waste because you didn't trust him like you used to. A sliver of him hated you for it, but he knew it wasn't your fault… it was his.