A/N: I am not trying to romanticize mental health issues or really just anything for that matter. I personally hate when people do it, so I'm sorry if it comes across that way.
"Dude, what the hell is wrong with you?"
"Nothing is wrong." Dean takes a steps close to you, almost on top of you.
"Get away from me." You say through gritted teeth while trying to get calm so you don't give him what he wants. Your senses start to go on overdrive; you smell the sweat on Dean, feel the breeze of the AC, hear every noise, and all you see is Dean staring at you. "Dean…" You warn, though not too sure what you should be doing.
"What?" Dean yells, "What the hell do you want? Just show me your damn powers!"
"I will not." You back up and grab the knife and gun that you put on your dresser. "Dean, look at me in the eyes. Tell me what you want."
He looks you in the eyes and opens his mouth to start to say something but looks away. "I want you to show me your powers!"
You know something is controlling him, so you stab him in the arm and yell for Sam. He comes running in and his eyes go wide. "Dean is being controlled by something and is trying to make me show him my powers."
Sam starts to say something, but Dean's eyes turn purple making you and Sam turn speechless. "A fucking witch! Damnit!" You go and look for the hex bag while Sam keeps Dean from attacking you. You find it in your bag and throw it in the sink and burn it. You run back out and Dean's eyes are back to their normal green.
"Why are you holding me, Sam?"
"Dude, you were on a witches spell."
"Oh. What was I trying to do?"
"Winchesters, I'm out. I have enough drama in my life." You grab the couple things that are out and throw them into your bag.'
"Y/N, you can't leave. You know the risk."
"I know the risk, and I can leave. I know other people that can help me, that I actually know and trust. I can take care of myself without the extra risk of y'all. Bye." You say and practically sprint out the door so they don't get a chance to stop you. You get into your care and lock the door. Your heart is pounding, you are sweaty. Shaky, and your mind is racing while managing the stay still. Anxiety attack. You know to never drive when you are having one, and you learned that lesson the hard way. Thinking about that accident makes you even more anxious, but you think about it anyway so you can let it pass.
By the time you were seventeen you had become an expert at driving, but not how to handle anxiety. You had thought going for a drive would help cal, your nerves from the hunt and what had just happened a couple hours before. You get in your car and think about the way the men approaches and cornered you in the ally. You were just going for a walk, and maybe watching out for monsters. Two guys came from each side of the ally.
"Hello sexy." One of the men growled.
"Look, I may not seem like it but I can defend myself."
"Whatever you say, pretty lady."
You roll your eyes like you always do when somebody makes a comment like that. They end up doing something you weren't expecting: both running up to each side of you and throwing you on the ground. One holds you down while the other tries to figure out how to undo all the straps on your clothes. Glad I chose these clothes. Before they get too far, you get the chance to freeze them, blast to the top of the building creating the ally way, unfreeze them, and run off. You find your car and get in it and drive off. Blasting your music trying to drown out the thoughts of what happened, and what could have happened, you aren't paying attention to the road. There was a large, sharp curve coming but you didn't move the wheel. Your car flies off the road and hits a tree.
Thinking about that time calms you down, but at the same time makes your nerves go crazy. With your hands still a little shaky, you buckle your seatbelt and crank the car. You still don't go anywhere because you have a feeling that you should stay with the Winchesters. That they are who you are meant to be with at this moment in your life. You attempt to pull yourself out of this daze and leave another one of the crappy motels you have spent about half of your life in and out of, but you can't seem to do so. You keep yourself from getting out of the car and walking back into that musty hotel room, but Dean comes out of the door being followed by Sam.
When they knock on the car window, you give them what could only be described as a horrified look. You roll down the window so they do not break it.
"Woah, Y/N are you okay?"
"I don't know. I feel weird."
"Come out of the car." Dean instructs.
You look at him with wide eyes not sure if you should or not. The rest of your body is saying one thing while your brain is saying the opposite. Dean reaches in the window to unlock your car, and opens your door. He gently pulls you out of the car.
"Y/N, let's bring you back inside. We won't hurt you."
You whimper, not sure if you are scared or hurt by the memories. Your brain gets slurred, and you try to talk but aren't too sure if anything is actually coming out. You don't hear sound, but you can see everything that is going on. Dean lays you on the bed and you can tell that Sam and Dean are worried. They are frantically moving their mouths, then all the sudden you don't see anything but black.
That is when you see your mom and the man who you once thought was your biological father.
"Mom, Dad?"
"Hi, sweetie." Your Mothers says in an almost automated tone.
There is no way they can be real.
"We are as real as can be." Your Dad says in the same tone as your Mom.
The whole world starts to spin and you slam into that black, glossy floor. Before your parents, or yourself, get the chance to say anything else, you wake up gasping for air on the bed. You sit up and take deep breaths while reaching for your chest.
"What did you see? What happened?"
"I don't know. It was just black." The Winchesters already know too much about you, and you don't want to let them see into another part of you. "So are we staying here for the night? Then where are we going next?"
"Dean and I will figure that out tonight. You, you just go to sleep and get some rest."
"Fine. But this is the one and only time you can boss me around. Mainly because I agree with going to sleep."
You go to sleep then wake up to Dean snoring in your ear. Literally. His mouth is wide open at your ear. You accidentally roll off the bed and bring anything that is on the bedside table with a cord on it down with you.
"Ahhh!" Dean yells and pulls the gun out from under his pillow.
"Who the hell is that?" Sam demands and also pulls out the gun from under his pillow.
"It's just me, Y/N."
"What the hell did you do?" A deep, musky voice questions.
"I fell off the bed you idjit. Maybe if you weren't snoring in my ear, Dean."
"Whatever."
"Did you hit your head or anything?"At least someone is concerned.
"No. I am just gonna go on the couch."
Dean just groans and slams his face back into the pillow while Sam softly put the gun back under his pillow and lays his head down.
You throw on a sweatshirt and grab a blanket from the motel closet and lay on the couch. A few hours later you wake up, again, but to Sam and Dean whispering.
"If y'all need to do stuff, you could have woken me up." You rub your head feeling where you actually did hit your it, and where a headache is now formed.
"Nah, we were only trying to find a case. I think we did."
"Can I check it out?" You don't wait for an answer, you instead walk over there and grab the computer from Sam.
The article Sam found explained that there were 2 bodies found dead. They had bites out of them that looked human like. Someone saw this thing and said it looked like a very pale person and that you could see many of their veins. Their iris was black and the rest of their eye was red like they had pink eye.
There wasn't much else on the bodies or the case, which is slightly annoying, but you are pretty sure you know what it is.
"Rugaru." You said.
"Huh?"
"I'm 99% sure it is a Rugaru."
"And how would you know that?" Dean challenges.
"Killed a few, knew a couple. If you don't believe me then let's do this case."
Sam explains, "It is about an hour south of here."
"Okay. Let me change and get my stuff together is you two will be ready."
"Sounds good." Dean says in that annoyed tone of his. "Wait, you wear makeup everyday. When will you put that on?"
"In the car."
"Okay." Sam and Dean nod their heads in unison and you get your clothes and head to the bathroom.
Through the walls you yell, "We are FBI-ing this thing right?" You ask just to make sure you picked out the right outfit and they reply with a yes.
You come out in a form-fitting, navy blue dress. Sam is not in the motel room, but Dean is. He looks up with a look on his face that is a mix between awe and confusion. "What? It is either that bad or you have never seen a woman in a dress before."
"No, just… You ready?"
"Yeah. Ready to show you I'm right." You say then the two of you grab your bags then head out to the Impala.