Warnings: none that I can think of, but let me know if there are!
A/N: I’m so sorry I haven’t been writing. I have some issues and events going on in my personal life. I also have an announcement sometime soon! Anyway, here is Deep Sleeper pt3
Tags: @skeletoresinthebasement (also, some other people who I’d thought would take a gander at it. if you don’t want to be tagged, please let me know!) @winchesters-favorite-girl @mrswhozeewhatsis @impalaimagining @kaz2y5-imagines
Cas veered to Y/N’s room with a hard look on his face. Dean was hot on his heels.
“Cas? What is it?” Cas kept walking, ignoring Dean, “Cas!”
“Dean, you need to trust me,” he stopped in his tracks and spun around. Dean looked at him as if he was crazy.
“What are you doing? And no! I’m not gonna sit out here while you go... wherever.”
Cas gave Dean a hard look and Dean knew it was important.
“Dean, I think I know how to get her back.”
“You’re, um, what?”
The ‘replica’ smirked, her arms crossing over her chest.
“I’m you. You’re me,” she paused and laughed in mockery, “You do understand, right?”
Y/N was lost. She didn’t know what was going on, or what kind of thing she was dealing with. The other Y/N sensed Y/N’s stressed state and elaborated.
“Look, you’re not from here-”
Y/N scrunched her face, almost feeling insulted, “Yes I am. I grew up here, in Kansas.”
Y/N number two laughed, shook her head, and explained, “You didn’t let me finish. This is a whole other world. A whole other universe, if you will.”
The original Y/N grew more panicked with each breath she breathed. Her face paled, her chest started to move rapidly, and her eyes grew in fear. She struggled the find her words, “What-who-wha...”
“Don’t worry,” a wicked grin spread on her face, “ We are going to have so much fun.”
The real Y/N kicked her hunter instincts into gear. Her breathing steadied and her face turned cold, and her body was ready to pounce. She was face to face with herself, and not in a metaphorical way.
Before anything could happen, Y/N was taken down in an instant. Doubled over in pain, with her hands covering her head, she struggled, “What did you do- ah!”
She dropped to her knees, no longer able to focus on keeping herself upright.
“Why are you do-oing this?”
The other Y/N simply stood there, watching Y/N writhe with agony. Her arms crossed over her chest, in a nonchalant manner, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
The victim looked up for a split second and saw that the girl in front of her wasn’t moving a muscle. She must be a monster, Y/N thought. She was forced back down. The pain was white hot, eating away at her brain and chest. It felt like she was being torn apart.
“Do you, uh, want popcorn... or something?” Y/N looked back up, only to by hit with another tsunami of pain. The other one, though, looked as if she was asking a serious question, “Oh, do you not do popcorn? What about nachos?”
Y/N kept muffling her cries of pain as they became too much.
“I mean, you can’t watch a show without a snack.”
“Sc-crew yo-ou,” and Y/N’s body went limp.
“Dean, Sam,” the brothers came to his side. Cas gazed towards the floor, then back up, “I am going to have to go into her mind, and search for whatever might be left over of her soul.”
“You have to uh, ha, uh, what?”
Cas sighed, repeating himself, “I have to-”
Dean held his hand up and Cas stopped talking, “Yeah, we heard it the first time.”
Sam grew worried, “Cas, won’t that take a big toll on her? I mean, we don’t even know if she is actually fully healed,” his eyes screamed concern, and his voice got a little higher each time he spoke.
Cas, again, had a grim look on his face, which radiated throughout his body. Both brothers knew that whatever their friend was about to say, it wouldn’t be good.
“You’re right Sam-,” Dean tried to interject, but was cut off by a glare from the angel, “-and she might not be at 100%, and this won’t be easy,” Cas paused.
“What, what is it?”
“I have to do both. At the same time.”
Dean’s heart dropped. He knew that Y/N was strong, and a fighter, but he had a feeling. A bad feeling.
“So, we are going to kill her?”
Hearing it out loud was tough on all three men, each one stiffening when Dean made that statement. It made the situation real. Final.
“I’m going to try my best to save Y/N and bring her back.”
Sam looked downwards to hide his reddening eyes, “When she makes it out of this, will she be the same? Will she be OK?”
“I don’t know for sure. But the sooner I do this, the better,” the boys nodded and sauntered down the hall towards Y/N’s room where she lay. They were stopped short, “Guys?”
They turned their heads to face Cas, who hadn’t moved, “You don’t want to be here when I do this.”
Dean shook his head, disappointed in himself, “No. No, I’m not leaving her. She is here because of me! I did this to Y/N! My job is to protect her, and I clearly deserve a medal for that!” his face was red, his out burst causing the flushing. Sam quickly aided his brother.
“Dean, how is it your fault?” Dean looked anywhere but at Sam. Cas had already slipped into Y/N’s room, both brothers distracted.
Dean struggled to answer, his mouth opening and closing several times. Sam looked at his expectantly, and received a small, but forceful answer, “It just is.”
Sam was about to protest, but Y/N’s screams filled their ears. They looked at each other with panic on their faces, and bolted towards their sister’s room, only to find it locked. Dean slapped on the door while demanding Cas to open it.
He and Sam tried to bust it down, but Cas had it locked down. The screams didn’t stop until ten minutes in. Both brothers sat against the wall, feeling more than helpless, and a little guilty.
Y/N’s door opened and reviled an exhausted angel. In the back sat a blank Y/N. Dean glanced at Cas, and moved past him towards his sister. He crouched down in front of her, tears welling in his eyes.
Y/N’s eyes, though, held nothing. Dean knew the second he saw her. He couldn’t admit it to himself or to anyone else.
Cas watched the Winchester siblings interact. He picked up on Dean’s knowledge after the two made eye contact, and flew off after a quick nod to his dear friend.
Dean’s focus went back to Y/N. She was sitting upright on the edge of her bed, completely zoned out. Sam grew more concerned with every second that ticked by without his baby sister moving a single muscle.
The brothers shared a look after just sitting with her, and knew what they had to do.
Dean picked Y/N up without a single protest, confirming his assumption completely.
