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octoberclidan · 3 months

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You're Family to Us

Request: Hi! I am absolutely in love with your characters , hats off to your writing skills!!¡¡

Could you write something where the reader goes missing on mission and is held captive by some mythical creatures of your choice. After months she is finally found. She is very weak and traumatized. All scratch marks , bite marks claw marks etc depending on the creature. Frail, weak , dehydrated , malnourished barely able to stand without passing out first....The team nurses her back to health. Sam especially!

Lots of comfort❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader, Castiel x Reader (platonic)

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She didn't know how long she'd been down there, in the tiny, dark, damp cellar. She didn't even know where she was, having been knocked unconscious before waking up here. She'd been on her way to visit the Winchesters and Cas, her found family, when she'd been attacked from behind at a gas station not long after the sun had set. One minute, she was filling up her tank for the last leg of her journey, and the next, she was in the cellar and aching all over in darkness. She'd been driving to the bunker to help them out with a case of disappearing people not far from where the bunker was, and now she was one of the victims.

She was sitting on the uneven stone ground, her back pressed against the one spot of wall that she'd found to be the least uncomfortable. She had her eyes closed and was hugging her legs, trying to keep in some sort of warmth. She'd searched every part of the small room at least five times, but the four walls were solid stone, the door was locked tight, and there were no windows. The only glimpse she had to the outside world was a small hole in the corner of the ceiling, which was letting in a steady trickle of rainwater from outside. It had been raining on and off since she'd been trapped in there. The droplets of water hitting the floor, and the whistle from the wind passing over the hole were the only sounds she'd heard going on three days now, or maybe it was four, since they had last came into the room. There had been another man in the room when she'd first woken up. He was scared, confused, drained. All she could get out of him was that these people, these creatures, would come into the room every few days and weaken him. He had said that someone else was in the room when he first arrived, and they were now gone. He told her that he'd soon be gone, and then so would she. The next time the creatures came into the room after she'd woken up, they took him, and she'd been alone ever since.

She no longer felt hunger, that pain had come and gone, but she was thirsty. She'd tried drinking the rain water but it wasn't enough to quench her thirst, just enough to keep her alive. She hadn't slept much either, every time she dozed off, her head would scrape against the wall or the floor and she'd wake again. The only thing that was giving her hope was the fact that the boys were expecting her, and she knew they would've started to look for her the moment they realised she was late and couldn't get in contact with her. Only several months previous, Sam had insisted she let him track her phone. He promised he'd only use it if she got into trouble, that he had the same thing set up for Dean, Cas, and himself, and that it had helped before. She was thankful now that she'd agreed to it; at least they'd know that she was at that gas station when she'd gone missing.

She pulled up her sleeve to check on her wounds. When she'd first woken up, her arms were stinging and covered in long cuts. Her mind had immediately jumped to claw marks from whatever had grabbed her. Some of them looked like they were healing, but there was one in particular on her right arm that she knew was infected. It was hot, red, and swollen. It was the largest of the cuts, running all the was from her shoulder down to her elbow. She wasn't able to move her right arm without a pain searing through it. She gently used her left hand to pull the sleeve back down after confirming that the infection wasn't improving. If she wasn't going to die of thirst or hunger, that cut was going to be the end of her.

***

She had become so tired that she could no longer keep her eyes open. She didn't even register the sound of the door opening, or the sound of footsteps on the found. She was startled by hands on her shoulders, shaking her. She tried to push them off with her good arm, but it was useless, their grip was too tight. Whoever they belonged to was shouting at her, but she couldn't make out what they were saying. Her eyes stayed closed as she tried asking what was going on, but it came out as an unrecognisable mumble.

"Cas! Get in here!"

"Sam? Is she in here?" Cas walked into the room, his angel blade at the ready, to find Sam kneeling down on the floor in front of [Y/N], who was slouched against the wall. He quickly walked over to them and crouched down, placing his hand on her forehead and closing his eyes in concentration.

"Can you heal her?" Sam's voice was desperate, and his hope fell away as he watched Cas shake his head.

"I'm sorry Sam, my grace is still low after that incident last week. I can sense that she's very weak, she needs food and water and her wound is infected. We need to get her back to the bunker, now".

"Where's Dean?" Sam asked as Cas stood back up.

"He's checking to see if there are any more, but I think we've killed all of them. I'll tell him we found her, can you get her to the car on your own?" He asked as he put his blade back into his coat. He waited for Sam to nod before leaving the room. Sam looked back at [Y/N], taking in how thin and ashen she was. His heart broke for her, seeing like this.

"Okay, come on, let's get you out of here". He reached around her back to pull her towards him, slipping his arm under her knees and standing up with her. "Shit", he muttered as he realised how light she was, he knew she had a long recovery ahead of her. Not wasting any more time, he headed out to get back to the car.

***

"[Y/N]?" Dean jogged over to Sam as he saw him come out of the building. He froze as he got closer, taking in her appearance. "Fuck", he ran his hand through his short hair, furrowing his eyebrows at her and then clenching his fists. "What the fuck did they do to her?"

"I don't know, can we just get her home? I just want to get her out of here", Sam said as he walked past Dean to the car, where Cas was waiting with the back door open. Sam maneuvered her into the back bench of the car, sliding in behind her and pulling her over to hold his arm around her. He could tell that she was awake but just too weak to open her eyes or speak, so he wanted to try and keep her as comfortable as possible. Her head lay on his shoulder and she only stirred slightly when Dean started the engine up. "You're safe now, we've got you", he whispered before kissing the top of her head. He relaxed slightly when he heard her sigh in relief.

Dean, Sam, and Cas were all beyond angry that they hadn't found her sooner.

***

[Y/N] groaned. Her head hurt, her body ached, but she scrunched her face in confusion as she realised she was no longer thirsty. Her eyes snapped open as she felt her hand being squeezed, and she heard someone talking at her. Everything was blurry, she could only make out a large figure in front of her, and she could only hear a deep rumble coming from it, no words. She started to panic, sitting up and trying to pull her hand back, pushing herself backwards until her hand hit air and she was falling. She hit the ground with a thump and her bad arm felt like it was on fire as it took the brunt of her fall. The figure was immediately crouching over her, blocking out the light on the ceiling, and her panic now mixed with pain as she cradled her arm against her chest.

"Breathe, [Y/N]", she was finally able to make out a word from the blurry figure, and the voice sounded somewhat familiar. "You're in the bunker, you're safe, nothing is going to hurt you, okay?"

"D...Dean?" She tried to focus her eyes, slowly making out concerned green eyes staring into hers.

"Yeah, it's me, see?" He reached out and grabbed her hand, squeezing in gently. "Let's get you back onto the bed, okay? Come on, easy now". He reached around her back to hoist her back up, taking care to avoid putting any pressure onto her bad arm. She winced as she settled back down onto the bed. "I'm gonna check your arm, we had to stitch it up, I just need to check that you didn't pull any stitches with that fall", he said as he started to reach up to her chest. She looked down and spotted a blue material that she recognised as one of Sam's flannels, and Dean began to unbutton it. He carefully pulled her arm out of the sleeve, muttering apologies as she winced again at the movement.

She noticed that she was also wearing a clean tank top, and her mind briefly wondered which one of them had changed her clothes. Given the fact that she was wearing Sam's flannel, she figured it must have been him, and she felt comforted by the thought that she was being taken care of. "Okay, looks like two stitches need to be redone, you're bleeding a bit just above your elbow. Are you in pain?"

"Um", she cleared her throat as her voice came out raspy, it had been awhile since she'd used it properly. "A little".

"Okay. I can give you some painkillers, we've been giving them to you as much as the dosage allows, and you should be due some now anyway. Hang on one second". He let go of her hand and walked over to a cabinet, and she looked around to see that she was in the bunker's infirmary.

"How long have I been here?" She asked as he walked back over to the bed, two pills in his hand and reaching towards the glass of water on the bedside table.

"Uh, three days. You've kinda been in and out of consciousness for a lot of it, and not really with it when you're awake. Cas has tried to heal as much as he can, but his grace is still regenerating after a run in with a witch not long before we found you. He's only really been able to heal the infection, but the cut is still pretty deep and we want to stop it from getting infected again". He handed her the pills and water and pulled a stool over to sit beside her, and opened a suture kit that had been sitting on the table. Once she'd put the glass back down, he opened his hand for her to lay her arm in. "You good?" He asked as he took out an alcohol wipe to clean it. She nodded and he got to work.

He was finishing up the second stitch when she heard footsteps coming towards the infirmary, and suddenly she was feeling anxious, but she relaxed a little when Sam walked in. "Hey, you're awake", he smiled at her, though his smile didn't reach the concern in his eyes.

"Hey, uh, yeah", she smiled back, and took her arm back once Dean had let go and was packing the kit up again.

"How do you feel?" He asked as he walked over to them. "I'm sorry it took us so long to find you, they brought you to a pretty secluded area. We found your phone at the gas station", he nodded to a table on the far side of the room, where she could see her bag and phone. "Your car's in the garage too". He took Dean's place once Dean stood up, quietly leaving to give them space to catch up.

"I'm a bit... foggy? I don't know, kinda confused. How long was I gone?"

"Two months", Sam grimaced at her wide-eyed reaction. "I promise you, [Y/N], we haven't rested since you went missing. We spent every day trying to find you, we would never give up on you". He grabbed her hand, hoping that she would believe him. "I hate seeing you like this, I'm so sorry".

"Sam", she shook her head. "You have nothing to be sorry for. We've all been captured and we've all had hunts go sideways on us. It's part of the job".

"Yeah but I asked you for help on the case, none of this would have happened if I hadn't called you".

"Sam, stop, okay? It's..." She coughed and cleared her throat. "It's not your fault". She coughed again, harder this time and Sam stood up and pulled his phone out of his pocket. With his free hand, he rubbed her back as he flicked through his contacts and held his phone to his ear.

"You're okay, get it out, breathe", he said as he waited for an answer on the phone. "Yeah, Cas?It's me, can you get down here? She's having difficulty breathing". He looked back to her and noticed that she'd closed her eyes and was leaning back down on the bed. "Yeah, now". He hung up and put his phone down on the bed, leaning over her to help her lie down slowly.

***

"Sam?" She called out, opening her eyes to a dark room.

"Um, no, it's Castiel", she heard him shuffle closer to her. She still felt weak, but her throat felt clearer. "Sam and Dean are asleep, it's 3am, but I can wake Sam if you need him". She squinted in the darkness and could just about make out his silhouette beside her.

"Oh, no, it's okay. What... what happened earlier? I remember coughing and Sam calling you but it's kinda hazy after that".

"You're weak", he said, and she looked up at him. "Not in general, just right now after what you've been through", he was quick to add. "You were having difficulty breathing, and when I came down to help you were falling back asleep. I cleared your throat but Sam thought it best to let you rest, and I agreed". He reached over to place his fingers on her forehead, and she closed her eyes as a familiar comfort spread through her body, and she felt the pain in her arm and the ache she felt throughout her body dull a little. "I'm sorry, that's as much as I can help for now".

"You all need to stop apologising", she shook her head and reached for his hand as he was pulling it away. "I appreciate everything you're doing for me". She squeezed his hand slightly. "I should be the one apologising, I should've been more aware of my surroundings, I shouldn't have been that easy of a target".

"Don't be hard on yourself. You should just focus on healing. Sleep, [Y/N], let your body and mind rest". He sat down beside her and kept a hold of her, using his thumb to rub circles on the back of her hand.

***

A scream woke both Sam and Dean, and they instantly ran towards the source of it; the infirmary. They found [Y/N] clutching her arm and tossing and turning in the bed, looking like she was trying to get away from something. Sam instantly went to her bedside and grabbed her shoulder, but it only made her scream again. "No! Get off! Please, please stop, please let me go!" She had tears streaming down her face, and Sam looked back at Dean for help.

"Hey, [Y/N], wake up, it's just us", Sam said as he cupped her cheek with his hand.

"No! Leave me alone! Please!" She sobbed, and Dean came over to lightly tap at her other cheek before gripping her good shoulder and shaking.

"Come on, wake up kid, you're safe here", when she continued to struggle in the bed, the brothers shared a look and Dean sighed. "[Y/N]! WAKE UP!" Her eyes snapped open at Dean's booming voice and she looked frightened, glancing between the two of them.

"It was a nightmare, you're okay", Sam said, stroking her cheek. "You're safe, nothing is going to hurt you". She immediately started to cry, and she leaned forward into Sam as he moved closer to hug her against his chest. Dean leaned over to rub circles on her back and they all stayed like that until she'd calmed down and her breathing had evened out.

"I was back in that cellar", she sniffed. "They came back for me".

"They're gone Sweetheart, I made sure of it, they're all dead", Dean said as she leaned back to look up at them.

"What... what were they? It was so dark in that room... whenever they came in I couldn't really see, and I'd always pass out after a couple of minutes. All I know is they had some sort of claws?"

"Tallons. Harpies. Ugly little sons of bitches", Dean told her.

"Harpies?"

"That's what we're calling them anyway", Sam said. "It was the closest thing we could find in the lore".

"What did they want?"

"Well apparently they're in this constant state of hunger. This group, we think, somehow were feeding off of suffering. Basically, the hungrier and weaker you grew, the more satiated and the stronger they got", Sam explained as he brushed her hair behind her ear.

"Yeah, most the other victims only lasted a week or two. You've no idea how relieved we were to find you alive", Dean said. "Cas found the other victims, he said most of them died from thirst".

"It started to rain a little while I was at the gas station. I remember it because it had been so sunny earlier in the day", she said.

"It had been pretty dry around here for weeks before you were taken", Sam nodded. "Why?"

"I drank the rainwater", she said. "There was a hole in the ceiling and the water was coming through. I guess the previous victims didn't have that if it was dry". A tear escaped from here eye and Sam was quick to wipe it away. "I'm sorry", she sniffed.

"Hey, what are you saying sorry for?" Dean frowned at her and she looked up at him with watery eyes.

"I was supposed to help, but I didn't save anyone".

"[Y/N], don't think like that", Sam pulled her in for another hug and rested his chin on top of her head. "You gave us a starting point, we knew where you were when you were taken. Who knows how long it would have taken for us to find them otherwise. We got them and killed them because you led us there".

"Why don't you try get some more sleep? It's still a couple hours until morning. I'll even get up early to make your favourite breakfast", Dean winked at her as he stood up. Sam leaned back to give Dean space to kiss her forehead, and [Y/N] smiled and nodded at him as he left the room.

"Do you want me to stay here, or do you want to come with me to my room? I don't mind either way, but I think my bed is a bit more comfortable than this one", Sam said to her. "You could take one of the spare rooms either, but I'd like to be there in case you have another nightmare".

She took a moment to think about it, and settled on Sam's room. She'd stayed with him before, Dean too, and she knew she slept better when they were around. "My room it is", he nodded and stood up. He held out his hand which she took as she got up out of the bed. She was only able to take one step before her knees buckled beneath her, and she gasped as she fell. Sam's strong arms wrapped around her waist before she could hit the ground, and he lifted her up into his arms. She blushed in embarrassment as he looked down at her in concern.

"I'm sorry", she said, hiding her face in his shoulder, but he just chuckled.

"You're still recovering, it's understandable. None of us will mind carrying you around until you get your strength back", he said as he began to walk towards his room. "You're family to us".

Once he opened the door to his room, he walked her over to the bed and let her down gently on one side. It was still warm from where he'd been sleeping earlier in the night, and she was comforted by his familiar scent on the pillow. He was right, his bed was more comfortable. "If you need anything, you just wake me up and let me know, okay?" He asked as he lay down beside her and pulled the covers up. She nodded before he turned his beside lamp off, and she instantly snuggled up beside him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her gently onto his chest, keeping her safe and warm. Sam held her close for the rest of the night, and she slept peacefully in his arms, looking forward to the breakfast that Dean had promised her in the morning.

The end

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Sam Winchester taglist: @123passwort @janineb86 @hobby27 @angelwiththeshotgun @pizzagirlxnsfwx @livingdead-reilly @fuiabarcelos @vmaier12 @littlemadamred

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