Imagine: you're possessed by Gadreel.
(I'm gonna have it different than the show. If you see writing in italics it's Gadreel's P.O.V.)
This will be written in first p.o.v.

•G•
"How is she looking in there," Dean asks from the driver seat of the car.

"Bad but in time she'll heal completely," I reply glancing at both of the brothers.

"I don't know Dean I mean we've told her little lies before but this is serious," Sam shifts in his seat looking at his brother with sad eyes.

"I know but she's dead without him. I can't lose her Sammy; I can't-," Dean drifts off wanting to not think about the possibility of losing his baby sister.

"I know you're both scared but this is for the greater good," I reassure them but it doesn't seem to work.

Humans can be so complicated sometimes. Why are they not rejoicing that I am purifying their sister. They should be jumping for joy that I agreed to even enter her body.

"Can we talk to y/n again. Please," Sam looks back at me with pleading eyes.

I nod gently going back into y/n's mind.

•Y/N•

"I mean I would probably follow a guy in a unicorn shirt," I refer to the movie that apparently now is finished.

I look down at my phone, that's laying on the seat, watching as the credit scene rolls on the phone. I crinkle my forehead picking up my phone slowly.

"What's wrong bug," Dean asks looking back at me for a split second.

"How is my movie done? I don't remember finishing it," I scroll back to the part of the movie I remember watching.

"You fell asleep for a few minutes," Dean smiles putting his hand on my lap.

"Yeah I guess," I sit back putting my headphones back in continuing watching Central Intelligence.

.............

"I say we hold up here until morning," Dean parks the impala at a worn down motel.

"I don't know Dean this place feels off," I look at the old rusted building.

This place shouts sketchy. The neon open sign only has two letters glowing. Three cars are parked near the back alley way, I see a man just staring out the window watching our every move.

"This is the only place for miles so suck it up," Dean gets out of the car going to the front desk.

"Hey Sammy," I sit up in my seat leaning my arms against the front seat.

"What's up kid," Sam looks up from his phone.

"Do you ever feel like you miss out on time? Like you're here for one moment but then you wake up in a completely different moment? Kind of like you're dreaming," I try to explain to him what I'm feeling.

"No I don't. I'm sorry," he looks back at his phone shifting slightly.

I watch him carefully as he skips through articles about potential jobs; almost like he's hiding something from me. But I know Sam wouldn't do that, maybe Dean but not Sam. We promised years ago that we would tell each other everything, no matter how bad it was.

He told me about Ruby before Dean found out. He told me his plan on sacrificing himself to put Lucifer back in his cage. Sam has always been there for me on restless nights, and vice versa. Don't get me wrong I trust Dean with my life but he's lied to me before "for my protection" as he puts it. But Sam has never lied to me, even when he wanted to. He always told me the truth.

I'm interrupted from my thoughts by Dean opening the car door.

"Let's go," he shuts the door again making his way to the trunk.

I grab my backpack exiting the car. I don't care what Dean says this place feels off. I can't fully put my finger on it but it's like I can feel... evil. Does that make sense? It doesn't feel like there's demons but there's something here.

I let out a breath grabbing my duffle from the trunk. Dean leads the way to the room with Sam right behind me. Even the door looks creepy. Cobwebs lay on the right corner, and the numbers hang crookedly. I look over to see the window cracked with paint falling off the wall beneath the window seal. Dean opens the door and I follow behind immediately not liking this room.

"Dean," I speak up dropping my duffel.

"I know it's not the prettiest but we've stayed in worse," Dean throws his bag on the bed and laying down.

"I don't like this Dean. This place is evil," I shake my head.

"What do you mean," he asks sitting up.

"I don't know how to explain it but there's something here. It's like I can feel it,"

The boys look at each other. Then Dean stands up looking at me.

"Zeke," he says and I look at him confused.

"Who's-"

•G•

I awaken to see Sam and Dean both looking at me.

"Is what she's saying from you," Dean asks.

"Yes I can feel something off with this place," I look around the room.

"Demons," Sam asks.

"No it's not that strong but it's something evil. I don't know what it is," I drag my finger across the tv stand watching as dust collects on the tip.

"Should we leave," Sam looks at Dean.

"When do we ever back away from hunting something? No; we do research, find out what it is, and destroy it," Dean shakes his head grabbing a journal.

"How do we get past y/n feeling this way? She'll want to leave," Sam brings up.

"I'll vanquish the feeling so she won't feel it. She needs rest; we both do," I sit down on the bed.

Sam sighs nodding.

•Y/N•

"Well," I ask looking at Dean.

"What," he asks looking dumb.

"Who's zeke," I roll my eyes realizing that I'm now sitting down.

"I didn't say Zeke. Look we're all tired and cranky from the driving. Let's just go to bed," Dean switches the subject and heads into the shower.

I sigh in frustration trying my best not to lose my head. Sam just looks at me apologetically then turns away digging in his bag.

Okay something is going on and I'm going to find out what.

....

I turn off the shower stepping out onto the cold tile floor. I wrap a towel around my body and look into the mirror. I wipe away the condensation and stare at the reflection. I touch my face not recognizing myself. What if these time skips or whatever you call them are a sign of me losing my mind?

After everything we've been through what if the trauma is finally changing me? I sigh looking down at my hands. I feel a tear fall down my cheek but I quickly wipe it away. I shrug this doubt away and change into some comfy clothes.

I walk out joining Sam in the bed. I lay beside him and he wraps his arm around me. I snuggle close listening to his heart beat.

"I'm scared Sam," I admit breaking the silence between us.

"Why baby," he sits up holding me close to him.

"I'm losing track of time, I'm hearing things. What if I'm losing my mind," I look up at him feeling overwhelmed.

"Hey hey don't say that. It's not you y/n," he grabs my hand wrapping it inside his.

"I thought Dean called me Zeke earlier. I don't remember finishing the movie, sitting on the bed, or these empty moments that I can't account for. It's scaring me Sammy," I look into his eyes.

"Y/n. I need to tell you something,"

•G•

"I wouldn't do that if I were you Sam," I take over Yn's body.

"I can't keep lying to her Zeke. Do you even hear what she's saying? She's blaming herself and she's scared," Sam shakes his head.

"If you tell her she will eject me, and when she does she will die. I would hate to be the one to tell Dean that his baby sister is dead," I get up from the bed.

"Are you even healing her? How do I know you're keeping your end of the bargain," Sam sarcastically replies.

"That's your choice you have to make. But what if what I say is true and she ejects me. Will you be okay with watching your sister die," I look at him.

Sam just sits there looking at me with a coldless look. What is wrong with him? I am doing everything to heal this human and he dares doubt me?

The audacity and entitlement of humans make me question why God made them in the first place.

"What's going on," Dean walks inside with a case of beers.

"Sam was going to tell y/n the truth," I blurt out crossing my arms.

"Sam," Dean raises his eyebrows giving Sam a questioning look.

"She's scared Dean. She thinks that she's going crazy! I can't keep watching her beat herself up," Sam defends himself.

"We both agreed that until shes healed Ezekiel will stay," Dean puts the beers down.

Sam huffs pushing his hair from his face. He doesn't say anything else and I make my way back into bed. I slip under the covers getting close to Sam. I close my eyes going back to my dwelling space.

•Y/N•

"Sam," I ask looking at him for an answer.

"Yeah? Oh sorry, don't worry baby you're not going crazy. I promise. Now try to get some sleep okay," he wraps his arm around me kissing my forehead.

"Okay goodnight," I snuggle up close closing my eyes, but sleep will not overcome me.