winchester brothers imagines

d.w&s.w//get her back (pt. 2)

You don't know where you are, or how it happened, but you're back. You're standing in the middle of a deserted country road and the last thing you remember is Dean's face above yours, screaming at you to hold on as you slipped away. You decide you might as well start walking, not knowing how to get back to the bunker from wherever you are. 

Dean's P.O.V.

I haven't talked to Sam or Cas in days and I feel like I've barely left my room. Everything just feels so empty without her. I was so close to getting her back, being able to see her face again and they ruined that. I haven't showered in days and there are multiple empty whiskey bottles on my bedside table. I hear someone knock at the door of the bunker and Sam gets up to go get it. 

"Holy shit." He says. 

I sit up quickly, debating on whether or not I need to grab my gun and check it out. 

"Hey, Sam." A voice says. 

I instantly recognize it. There's no way. It's not possible. 

"How? How are--" Sam says but he gets cut off.

"I have no idea. I woke up in the middle of nowhere." She says. 

It can't be. I get up, almost knocking my door off its hinges and run toward the front door. I stop dead in my tracks when we lock eyes. It's her. It's really her. 

"Y/N?" I say, my voice cracking as tears fill my eyes. 

"Hey, Dean." She says. 

I run over to her, scooping her up in my arms. I inhale the familiar and comforting scent of her shampoo, tears streaming down my face in an uncontrollable waterfall. 

"Dean, no offense but...you stink." She says, her voice muffled by my shirt. 

"Oh sorry." I say, wiping my face. 

"Come in." Sam says. 

He clearly has a concerned look on his face. She walks in, looking around. 

"Dean, come here." Sam says. 

"What?" I ask, keeping my eyes trained on her, almost unable to control the smile on my face. 

"Don't you think this is,  I don't know...weird?" He says. 

"What do you mean? She's back. She's really back." I say. 

"She just seems different Dean. What if she--" He starts but I already know what he's going to say. 

"No Sam. No. There's no way." I say, not believing it. 

"We should really talk about this Dean. She shouldn't even be here. I killed that crossroads demon before it could do anything. You know what happened to me." Sam says.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I want more than anything for Y/N to be okay. To have a soul. But I think back to what happened with Sam and I know he's right.

"Okay, okay. What do we do?" I ask, continuing to watch her walk around. 

"Call Death." Sam says, looking at me with concern in his eyes. 

Your P.O.V.

Things feel...different. You aren't hungry, thirsty, tired. You don't feel much of anything. When you hugged Sam, you didn't feel that warm fuzzy feeling you always did, and when you hugged Dean, that overwhelming feeling of love, safety, and happiness, wasn't there. You felt nothing. You have heard the story of the same thing happening to Sam a couple of years back. No emotion, not needing to eat, drink, or sleep. Turns out he didn't have his soul, but you aren't sure what's going on now.