Request- Hey! Could you write a fic where the reader is bipolar? Maybe bipolar!reader x Sam (or Cas. Whichever you want). Though if you would have trouble with making the reader bipolar, then perhaps soulless? Thanks.
A/N- Well this is late and I think the next few are going to be as well. I apologize in advance for that. Also sorry I couldn’t get the Bipolar!Reader right so I made it into Soulless!Reader T^T… I hope you like this though. Tell me what you think! x)
“Y/N,” Sam starts, his voice stern yet full of concern, “What you did… was a bit reckless.”
“Well we killed the shifters. Isn’t that what matters?” you respond, shrugging a bit.
“Yeah we killed the damned shifters but Sam’s right- you could’ve died!” Dean shouted.
“You tell me not to use civilians as bait and now you’re saying I can’t even use myself?” you huffed angrily, “Which is it?!”
“Look Y/N just cause you’re soulless right now doesn’t mean you have to act!” Dean shouts back but Sam stops him.
“No. Let him finish. I don’t care. Why do I have to act so what? Huh? Soulless?! Guess what Dean. That’s what I am. I’m soulless. I know that. I’m trying my best to act like regular person- Like my old self but- I can’t! I don’t even remember what it was like to act like a normal person- to be normal. If you don’t want me here, the way I am, as soulless as I am, just tell me now and I’ll go. I can handle myself if I was alone,” you say nonchalantly.
“Y/N,” Sam says softly, taking a step toward you. He held out his hand to you, “It’s because we don’t want you to leave that we’re telling you this. “If something were to happen to you- I… We… If you die doing something reckless then what are we going to do?” Sam paused.
“Continue hunting like normal. What else are you supposed to do? I’m not your sibling and I don’t expect either of you to throw yourself into a pit of hell to revive me. Just give me a regular hunter’s funeral and be done with me,” you shrug and walked out of the motel room.
Sam was about to go after you but Dean grabbed his arm to stop him, “Just let em go,” he said.
“Dean- You didn’t give up on me when I was soulless so I’m not giving up on Y/N. I… I love Y/N… and I don’t want to see Y/N to go down like this,” Sam said before he pulled his arm away from his brother to chase after you.
Dean sighed, “What the hell am I supposed to do with you two?” he said, as he laid down on the bed, smiling.
“Y/N!” Sam shouted as he tried to catch up to you.
You simply turn around, looking somewhat disinterested, “Sam? What do you want?”
“I’ll help you. If you’re about to do something reckless, come to me first, I’ll stop you. We can do a lot more if we’re together,” he stated.
“And if you’re not there? What then?” you ask.
“I’ll always be there,” he answered.
“Not that I care at all but why would you do that?” you question.
“Because… I love you,” he responded.
You both stared at each other for some time.
“I’m sorry to say this but you’re stupid for loving me. It’s not going to get you anywhere. I have no soul remember? I can’t love you even if I wanted to,” you tell him.
He chuckled, “I know, but-“ he paused, “I don’t expect this to go anywhere, not for you to love me, not anything, but please- let me help you with your recklessness,” he said, reaching out to hold your hand.
“I understand what you are trying to say but, I can’t real understand the feelings behind it. How exactly do you expect me to stop being reckless?” you inquire, looking from him to this hand which was holding yours.
He thought for a moment, “Right… Well when you know you’re about to do something reckless, just think of how we… would feel… There’s no way we’d let you just die. I would do whatever it takes to bring you back.”
“The way I am now- you were soulless once so you know, I don’t exactly care how you feel right now or after I die. I know you wouldn’t do anything too drastic. I know because, even if I don’t feel it now, before I became soulless I loved you. You’re a kind person through and through. So I know that even when I die, if you were to revive me in exchange for your own life, I’d just come back to revive you. It’ll be a never ending circle. Plus you have Dean, right? If you die what happens to him? He’d try to get you back. So why go through that pain?” you tell him.
He hung his mouth open and more than anything was a bit sadden, but some part him was him was happy to hear that you loved him. “What if… What if we find your soul… not just for me but for you,” he says.
“Why would I want my soul back? It just holds me back. Even if we were to look- we’d never find it. My soul is lost forever,” you pause, “You should just give up.”
“I’m not going to give up on you,” he responds.
“Nothing good will come from-” you stop abruptly. “Watch out!” you shout, pushing Sam away, making him tumble to the ground.
“Y/N wh-” Sam shouts as he falls. Then he saw why it was that you pushed him and was mortified. “Y/N!”
The shapeshifter had impaled you with a knife, tears in its eyes, “You bastards killed my brothers!” he shouted.
You chuckled and whilst you were being impaled, you took out your silver knife and stabbed it in his heart, “Well tell them I said hi,” you told him just before he died. You coughed blood as you braced yourself and removed the knife. A pool of blood came gushing out of it. You fell to your knees.
“Y/N!” Sam shouted, bringing you into his embrace, “Why! Why did you do that?!”
You chuckled again, “I don’t know why… I just… my body… went and did that… on its own…” you tell him. You smile a little, “Sam… Don’t… don’t try to… Please… Live on for us,” you managed to say. You tried to reach for his face, for some reason wanting to touch his face one more time, but your hand never reached.
“Y/N!” Sam screamed your name several times more. He let his tears fall to the floor and mix with your blood.
Sam was holding a glass container with a ball of light inside. He was smiling fondly at it, “Y/N… I found it. I found your soul. I… I found your soul… I’m sorry I couldn’t keep the promise of not bringing you back. Cas and even Crowley helped me make this,” he says, putting a hand over another container that had you inside. “If I put your soul back- You can come back. You can be here again.”
He walked around your container and handed your soul over to Cas, who then opened it and gently placed it into your body. Your body began to glow immensely. After a few second it began to slowly fade away. Cas left right after, wanting to give Sam his time alone with you.
Sam walked closer to you, taking your hand, watching as you slowly began to breathe again, your pulse starting to pulse, and your color slowly returning. “Y/N,” he called gently.
You slowly blink your eyes open, “S-Sam? Wh- Did you?” you say as you sat up.
Sam immediately hugged you, too happy to do anything else. “I found your soul and I brought you back. I didn’t sacrifice anything but my time. I promise.”
“How- I… but-” you start but Sam out his finger to your lips to stop you.
“Sh-” he whispered. “Let’s just be together okay?”
“Huh? But-” you start again but you, seeing Sam’s smile stopped you. You sighed and then smiled, “Yeah… Let’s be together.”
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