#I should stop exploring on my own ive done the bottom half of the map as far as i know and like only 2 quests

[mrfoox]

Love exploring the fllout3 map from top to bottom and stumbling upon areas meant for bigger quests and stuff like lol, hi idk why I'm here

[squirrel-moose-winchester]

I’m Giving You a Choice

Title: I’m Giving You a Choice

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, and God

Word Count: 2956

Warning: Angst, Out of body experience, Sad Dean, and idk…

A/N: I just want to let everyone know before hand that I can’t angst. Like I am horrible. So please tell me what you think about it. How can I improve? What could I have done better? I need your feedback so I can angst properly, or angst a little better. LOL. Once again, you’ve been warned… I can’t angst.

You were suddenly standing in front of a tall run down building. It looked oddly familiar but you just couldn’t place your finger on it. It looked like an old power plant, neglected and abandoned. It was a little eerie but there was something inside of you telling you to enter… so you did.

It was not what you expected at all. It was amazing, immaculate even. It was like a secret lair. Old and ugly on the outside to ward off other people but well-lived in the inside. It was dimly lit as you descended the stair case. The more you saw the more unbelievable it all was. But there was something in the back of your mind saying that none of this was new, that you’ve been here before.

Shaking off the thought, you wandered further into the structure. Everything was clean and neat aside from a few spots here and there. The table with a map had a few bottles of beer on top. You noticed that they were all empty. Trotting more into the living space, you found yourself in what seemed to be a library, books strewed across the table.

The books were strange, almost like occult books, but it didn’t seem to phase you as you thought it should. It almost seemed normal to see these kinds of books. They were books on witch craft, sleeping spells, demon deals, every topic that should be sending a signal warning ringing through your ears but it wasn’t. You weren’t scared, you were the opposite.

Wanting to explore more of the bunker you headed down through the halls. You peeked into different rooms but didn’t linger too long, however you did spend a few minutes in the kitchen, as a familiar feeling washed over you.

Further through the halls you came across a room that seemed to draw you in. Stopping in front of it, you spent some time gazing at the numbers. Double ones. Room number eleven.

Slowly, you opened the door, an overpowering scent filling your lungs. Your senses were sent on overdrive, feeling so many different emotions. The scent made you feel warm. It gave you some sort of comfort. It was familiar.

Stepping fully into the room, you admired the décor. It was simple with guns mounted on the walls. There was a desk caught that caught your eye. There were pictures, one particular man a common factor in every single one. He was incredibly handsome. In a few pictures with him was a woman who didn’t seem to be much younger than him. Maybe by just a few years. You assumed that she was his girlfriend. With a little tinge in your chest, you left the room and wandered a few doors down to a room whose door was wide open.

Without hesitation you stepped into the room. Everything about it made you feel like… like… it was hard to explain. It made you feel possessive? As if this room and everything inside it was yours. It appealed to you. Bits of green scattered around the room, something about the color drawing you in. Artwork posted on the walls that made you feel proud, and a giant bed that made you want to dive right into it’s warm, fluffy, memory foam nest of relaxation, so that’s what you did.

Rolling around the sheets in pure bliss, you heard a slam coming from somewhere in the bunker. You sat up straight in fear, scurrying out of the bed and trying to fix it as best you could. You were about to leave when you turned your head to take one last look at the room. When you spun forwards to run out, you came face to face with a man. It was the same man who was in all the pictures, except he looked a little different. He seemed a lot more tired and beat up. He was staring right at you and you panicked. He didn’t say anything, probably waiting for some sort of explanation to why you had broken into their… home?

“Uh, um, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to trespass, I just…” you stopped speaking when he didn’t react or give any sort of acknowledgement, and that’s when you noticed. Something was wrong. He wasn’t’ actually staring at you, he was staring past you? His eyes seemed lost, as if he was merely zoning out, but even so, you were sure that any normal human being would have responded in any kind of way once they were to see you. So what was the matter with this guy?

“Dean, hey, you okay?” Another voice interrupted, making you jump. When a taller male appeared, with long brown hair, you noticed that he too didn’t seem to recognize your presence. It was strange. You didn’t understand.

“Dean,” you said out loud, wanting to feel the way his name rolled off your tongue. It oddly felt natural, as if you’ve said that name many times before.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry Sammy, I just…”

“Sammy…” you said aloud, the name also familiar. “Dean, Sammy, can any of you hear me? See me? Hey!” There was no response at your attempt to make yourself known.

“Hey, it’s okay, c’mon let’s get to the hospital,” Sammy patted Dean on the back.

“Yeah,” Dean’s voice was rough and barely a whisper. Something was definitely wrong with him? The both of them. How could they not see you? Was this a dream?

Despite the possibility of this being a mere illusion induced my sleep, your curiosity urged you to follow them, and realizing that they couldn’t see you, you used it to your advantage to figure out what was really going on. What was wrong with Dean and why couldn’t he or Sammy see you?

You followed them through the bunker and back to the outside. The sun had gone down since you arrived, casting orange and pink hues mixed together in the sky. It was pretty but it felt a little chilly. While you were distracted from your thoughts, the sound of a car door slamming caught your attention. You rushed over to get into the back seat, just as Sam shut his own door at the driver’s seat. Anticipation churned in your stomach as the slick black car came to life. Who knew what kinds of answers would be waiting for you when you arrived at the hospital.

When Sam pulled in the parking lot of a hospital, you read the words on the building as he parked. You were in Lebanon. Lebanon, Kansas? The first word that popped into your head in association with the location was home. Home? It was strange. The feeling was like a distant memory.

When you started thinking, you began to realize that something was weird. If fact, everything was weird. Something was very wrong. Your memory… you had none. You couldn’t even remember your name. Things only looked and sounded familiar, but you had no recollection of anything. Who were you, why were you here, and who is Sammy and Dean? Something wasn’t right. Fear crept in and you suddenly felt cold, a throbbing pain coming from your head. Wincing at the sudden feeling, you tried to add pressure to the spot until it reluctantly disappeared. It was at that moment you knew something was terribly wrong and panic started to set in.

Sam exited the car, you following suit. He walked over to the passenger side and opened the door for Dean who just sat there, his eyes carrying that dazed look he had earlier back at the bunker. What was up with him? Did he have some sort of mental issue?

Sam helped Dean out of the car as you stared at him trying to conjure any sort of answers. There was a darkness in his eyes, as if there was a lot on his mind. His dull green eyes shifted to the hospital building, tears glossing them over and pooling on his bottom lids.

“Dean, it’ll be okay. She’s fine,” Sam comforted him, but got no reaction. He let out a deep sigh and patted him on the shoulder. “Come on, she’s waiting for us.”

Your brows furrowed wondering who they were talking about? Was this girl the reason why Dean was so out of it?

Walking through the hospital doors, you saw the nurse give them a sweet yet apologetic smile. They must have been here before. There was a sort of familiarity between them.

“Hey Joyce,” Sam greeted.

“Hi Sam, Dean. Y/N would be happy that you guys came to visit,” she smiled.

“Thanks,” Sam replied, pain swirling in his hazel orbs.

“Y/N,” you said the name out loud. The name suddenly made you feel nauseous. You couldn’t understand why. Who was that person? You were sure you’ve heard that name many times before but nothing came to mind. You didn’t know who it was or where you’d heard it. You were becoming increasingly more frustrated.

Sam lead Dean down the white sanitized hallway, making multiple turns until they stopped in front of a room door. The numbers 114 on it, and the anticipation built drastically within you wanting to see who was behind the door, but at the same time terrified of what you were going to find. There were so many emotions swimming around inside you. It felt too real to be a dream.

The door squeaked ajar and you held your breath. Just as Sam opened the door all the way, Dean rushed in taking the seat beside the bed. Sam entered next, sighing in exhaustion. You peaked in to see who it was but Dean’s body blocked your view.

“Y/N, hey, it’s Dean. I’m here baby, please wake up. Sammy’s here too, we miss you so much.” Dean’s voice shook, a firm indication that he was crying. Sam remained silent, listening to his brother and staring at the person laying on the hospital bed.

Not daring to enter just yet, you let your eyes roam the room, observing the monitors and IV bag that was most likely hooked to the patient. The beeping from the monitor was steady and consistent, making you believe that the girl should be okay and her healing coming along.

“Hey, Y/N. We’re waiting to take you back home, all you need to do is wake up,” Sam muttered, his voice dropping down to a whisper half way through his words.

“God, baby I am so sorry. I’m so sorry I let this happen to you,” Dean croaked.

“But it wasn’t your fault,” the words just slipped out of your mouth. You were a little surprised not knowing why you suddenly said that.

The sharp pain you had experienced early in your head shot through you suddenly. You groaned stumbling forward, bumping into the door before falling to your hands and knees. Both men snapped their heads in the direction of the noise, witnessing the door move. You were a panting mess, clutching the side of your head. When you opened your eyes the pain was gone.

“What was that?” Sam questioned before getting up and walking past you, scanning outside of the little room. “There’s no one around,” he muttered.

“Do you… do you think it’s Y/N?” Dean’s voice raised into a panic.

“Dean, the doctor said she’s fine. We just need to talk to her and she’ll wake up eventually,” Sam assured.

“And what if she doesn’t Sam!” Dean shouted, frustration getting the best of him. “I did this to her! It was my fault that this happened. I should have been there; I shouldn’t have let her come on this hunt!” Dean clutched her hand and lowered his head against it just as you stood up from the floor.

Your body froze the moment you saw her face… it was the woman in all those photos with him. A switch inside you flipped and you suddenly knew who she was. It was you. Your eyes widened in panic and shock, not knowing what to believe. What the hell was going on and what the hell were you doing laying on a hospital bed?!  How could you be standing here right now and also be laying there! Were you dead?! Were you a ghost right now?

“What’s going on?!” You shouted. Sam and Dean unexpectedly whipping their heads in different directions, searching franticly around the room.

“Did you hear that?” Dean questioned, his eyes wide as they landed on Sam.

“Yeah,” Sam responded. “It was faint, but I definitely heard it.”

“It sounded like…”

“Yeah, it did.”

“Y/N?” Dean called.

Out of nowhere, as gust of wind surrounded you and your memories came rushing back. It was a hunt. You were fighting against monsters, a gang of ghouls who had taken form of your friends. They masqueraded as Bobby, Charlie, Kevin, Jo and Ellen. You remembered the feeling it gave you when you saw their faces. You remember fighting, and then you remembered being thrown into the air, hitting your head hard on a tombstone before seeing Charlie hovering over you, punching your face repeatedly until she was ripped away from you. You vaguely remember Sam coming up to you asking if you were okay until everything went black.

“What the hell is happening?” Your words coming out strangled.

“You’re dying,” a voice sounded from behind you. Jerking around, your eyes widened, not expecting to see him again. “You’re currently in a coma in which you’re slowly fading away.”

“G-god?”

“Hey there, Y/N, it’s been a long time,” he smiled.

“What the hell? If I’m dying, then why didn’t I have my montage of happy memories?!” You spat, unable to believe him.

“Because I’m giving you a choice. You are a part of ‘Team Free Will’ after all.”

“What are you trying to say, Shurley,” you demanded.

He let out a sigh, “You are definitely a member of the Winchesters, such a short temper,” he shook his head. “And I just said it, I am giving you a choice.”

“A choice to live? A choice to remain a spirit? Or a choice to go to heaven or hell or where ever the hell I’m supposed to go? What is it?”

“Oh, that’s what you meant!” God laughed, causing you to roll your eyes. “I’m giving you a choice to live. They need you, Dean needs you, but if you’re done, then I can bring you home.”

Home. The thought of home raked through your mind. The bunker was home, Sam was home, Dean was home. The only home you wanted was where ever Dean was. Dean. You wanted to be with Dean.

“Dean,” was all you managed to say.

“Good choice. He’s definitely lost without you,” God smiled. “You’ve suffered a great head trauma and had been in a coma for two months and he still hasn’t recovered. Good luck, Y/N. Be careful out there,” Chuck said before disappearing.

“Y/N, can you hear me? Are you here?” Dean was shouting at your sleeping form while Sam scanned around the small hospital room for any sort of sign of your presence.

A small cough came from your lying form on the sterile bed. Dean and Sam getting whiplash from how quick they turned their attention to you. Both men took a sharp breath in shock and relief. Sam shot up from his seat running out to call a doctor while Dean gently lunged himself at you, cupping your cheeks in his hands before pressing a hard and deep kiss on your dry and chapped lips. The feeling of him brought warmth through your body, loving the feeling of being alive.

“Dean,” you whispered, your voice raspy and dry.

“Baby, I’m right here! Thank God you’re okay! That you’re awake!”

“You really should be thanking God,” you coughed.

Sam came rushing back with a half full glass of water, his hand soaking wet. You attempted to laugh but your throat was too dry. Sam passed the glass to Dean who glared at him. Sam shrugged before Dean pressed the glass to your lips, tilting it forwards allowing you to lubricate your rusty throat.

When Dean retracted the glass away, you finally let out a soft laugh, causing both Winchesters to smile. “What’s so funny?” Dean asked.

“Sammy, how fast did you run here?”

“What makes you think I ran?” He grinned down at you with brotherly adoration.

“Your hand is all wet,” you chuckled.

Sam’s cheeks reddened at being caught. “I just wanted to get back here as soon as possible. The nurse should be on her way.”

Just then the nurse entered with a clipboard in hand smiling at you before shifting a glare towards Sam who shrunk at her accusing stare. “You left a little mess behind Mr. Winchester,” she scolded.

“Sorry, I just wanted to get back here,” he apologized, the nurse’s face softening.

“Miss Y/L/N, how are you feeling? I’m hoping he was able to get some of the water back here for you to drink?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes, I had some water, and I’m feeling alive,” you responded.

The nurse did her routinely dismissal check ups. After an hour or so, she came back handing the paper work to Dean. “Well, that settles everything. Mr. Winchester, all you need to do is fill out these forms and bring them to the front desk. Y/N is all set to leave. Just take these vitamins twice a day until you run out and everything will be fine,” she announced.

“That’s it? It’s that quick?” Dean asked?

“It’s that quick,” Chuck rounded the corner, entering the room. “The three of you, along with Castiel, have work to do.”

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