Supernatural One-Shots

Stay With Me? (Death x fem!reader)

(Trigger Warning: Panic Attacks)

You were prone to panic attacks and bouts of depression. Everyone who knew you knew it. Yet, there were very few who wanted to actually help you with it. The one person that did was a complete surprise to you. Granted, your friendship with him was something of a shock as well. Who would have thought Death would be such a caring individual?

You could feel the panic attack coming. You tried your breathing exercises, but they weren't working this time. You weren't sure why. Apparently the day had just been that overwhelming. You breath started coming in short, sporadic bursts. You began to feel lightheaded. You kept hoping for someone, anyone to show up and help you.

"Come now. It can't be that bad. Not bad enough to let the world win." You didn't even have to glance up to know who it was. Death sighed and helped you sit up. You tried to fall back over, but he forced your head between your knees. He had learned long ago that it was the quickest way to calm you down. He gently ran a hand over your back as you tried breathing normally again.

He didn't say anything else as he waited for you to calm down. "Is the blood rushing to your head yet, my dear?" You slowly picked yourself up and glared at him. "There you are. I was wondering where you'd gone." You took a shaky breath. "Feeling better?" You nodded slowly and Death stood up.

You caught his hand, stopping him. You knew he could get away by simply focusing elsewhere, but he stayed. You don't know what possessed you, but you looked up at him with wide, teary eyes. You didn't want to be alone. "Stay with me? Please?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. For a moment, Death just stared at you in surprise. He wasn't exactly the kind of person, or entity, that people wanted to stick around. But you were vulnerable right now and you needed someone with you.

Death nodded. You let go of his wrist and laid down on your bed. Death carefully removed his coats and sat down next to you. You rolled your eyes before grabbing his hand again and pulling him toward you. He let out a small huff as you pulled him to lie down with you. For a few moments, he just lied there, stiff as a board, but it didn't take long for him to relax.

Panic attacks typically left you feeling drained, so you could feel yourself falling asleep. Death's plan was to leave as soon as you were asleep. But it was made clear that that was going to be more difficult. When scooted a little closer to him until your head was resting on his chest and your arm was wrapped around his middle.

He turned his head to say something, but saw that your eyes were closed. Your breathing had evened out. Your lips were slightly parted and your body was rising and falling in a slight rhythm. Death couldn't help but smile to himself. He let his arm circle around you. He slowly pulled you slightly closer and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Sleep well, Y/N. Sleep well." Death didn't need to sleep, but he was happy to lie there while you got some much needed rest.