Standing outside, breathless, and feeling so incredibly confused- you didn't rightly feel the hand on your arm.

Shuddering huffs of air filtered through your mouth, lips slowly straining as you bit into them.

Someone was shaking your shoulders- but you didn't feel that.

You could only focus on the leftover feeling resonating in your body- and the voice- oh god-

There was a voice- thick in the mist- veiled behind curtains- a barrier somewhere so deep in your mind that the echo reaching you became distorted with too much reverb.

A sharp pain flared across your face, and it was then your eyes finally regained focus.

You were still standing- Sam's hand on your left shoulder- Dean harshly staring at you with his arm still stretched from the slap.

"(Y/N)!" Dean all but yelled, "What the crap was that!"

Sam looked panicked, hand grappling your shoulder- almost afraid you would fall over.

Dean continued, "Are you okay!?"

"NO." You stated, stern, upset, confused, and a multitude of other negative emotions pushing against your throat to speak.

Dean softened his face- looking at the massive amount of shrubbery that clinged to walls and clogged the cement road. The sigh that escaped him was a bit frustrated, but overall one of worry.

Sam looked at Dean with his paranoid mother hen look- and after yet another moment, they began to usher you to the entrance to the bunker.

You couldn't walk though- and they abruptly realized that as well.

Both of your feet were so covered in bushes and roots, that trying to pry them out physically hurt your tendons.

You swallowed your tears in favor of blankly looking to Dean's shoes, which shuffled as he knelt to start calmly tearing at the plants.

Sam followed a second later, pulling at the roots around your knees.

You kinda felt like shit- but to be honest, you felt that way for thinking about Castiel like you just had- rather then for the way Castiel ghosted you. He was a friend- a dear one- and being that hateful to him the moment he needs space was so utterly wrong of you.

Dean pried your right leg out, giving a harsh tug before setting it back down, free of the constricting greens.

Sam pulled your left leg out a moment after, before rising to look at you from his full moose like height.

"Thanks.." You sighed out, clutching your arm, and refusing to make eye contact.

"Come on." Sam said, "Let's get you inside."

Nodding, you turned around, faintly hearing Dean shuffle to get up.

Getting into the bunker was a task in and of itself as well. Vines grew up the whole door, almost completely hiding it. With enough fiddling, all of you managed to clear it enough to get it open, walking inside with a feeling of dim hope.

The voice you had heard was still echoing through your body, faint, but still present.

Taking a seat at the library table was a blessing, as all you wanted to do was sit in your own shame. Alone.

Dean and Sam sat opposite to you. Sam stiff and worried, Dean trying to play it casual, but still looking fidgety.

No one talked though- no one seemed like they wanted to talk.

Having them stare at you made you feel worse. You just needed some space-

Standing up as calmly as you could, you trailed into the hallways, wondering back until you hit Dean's door. In you went, door locked tightly behind you.

You all but threw yourself onto the floor. There was no comforting blanket to hold onto, so instead you clenched your pillow to your chest, and heaved a breathe out.

The voice finally began to settle, growing so dim and unheard that your own thoughts could finally process themselves.

You needed time.

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So this is a very short chapter lol- it just felt wrong to continue from there though, so I'm cuttin it off now