#so in its desperation to revive them they drew in the nearest bodies it could detect that had ties to it

[arolesbianism]

Oopsie doopsie slips and makes another batch of side characters their own story in which they're the main characters

[writer-picks-the-music]

If I Stay - Part 1

This is my entry for @jayankles’s 1 Year Everything Challenge! My prompt was the movie, If I Stay!

Song inspiration: Tbh there isn’t really one for this part but “Heal” by Tom Odell will act as a big part of part 2. 

Pairing: Dean x Reader 

Word count: 1000-ish

Warnings: car crash, injuries, death

A/N: If your familiar with the film this is based off the crash scene. The next part will take place in the hospital. Let me know what you think!

Isn’t it amazing how life is one thing and then in an instant it becomes something else? How one minute you can be sitting in a car, singing at the top of your lungs and having the time of your life with your best friends, and in the next... well, you weren’t exactly sure what that “next” was quite yet. You just knew that there was no more singing, no more laughing, no more... anything.

There was just one big empty nothing. You weren’t even really aware of it until that nothing was disturbed. 

It started with a feeling. One minute you were floating, and the next you were aware of a surface beneath you. Your awareness only grew as the nothing continued to slip away, and you were met with blinding light as your eyes fluttered open. But the light quickly faded into an out of focus image which grew more and more clear as you blinked away the haziness. 

As you stared up at the treetops over head, you grew conscious of the noises around you. But everything was muffled. Like when you were eight and had fallen through the ice at your family’s lake house. The moment had only lasted a few seconds but you would always remember the murmurs of chaos above you. How the muffled voices had sounded a world away yet they were right there above the surface. 

Something was wrong. You felt fine, apart from all the haziness, but something was definitely wrong. 

Pavement dug into your hands as you slowly sat up, but flashing lights quickly drew your attention. The sight of a firetruck, an ambulance, and cop cars surprised you as you took in the rest of the scene and you stood up, walking curiously closer. Two men were jogging towards you and as they closed in you reached out.

“Hello?”

But they didn’t even spare you a glance as they ran by. You frowned, ready to chase after them when a noise from the direction they’d came from caught your attention. It seemed almost familiar and you quickly forgot about them as you went to investigate. You noticed the noises around you growing louder and more clear as you approached, and soon enough you could make out the voice.

“Y/n? Y/N! Get off of me! Y/N!”

Dean.

You were running now, desperate to get to him but as you rounded the corner of an ambulance you froze. 

The impala was a wreck. From what you could tell it had definitely done a few barrel rolls before landing on its wheels, but the passenger side had earned the brunt of the damage. It was completely bashed in, the back side more so than the front, and you felt a wave of panic hit you when you didn’t see Sam in his seat. 

But a familiar pained yell cut through the air before you could let your thoughts run too wild and you turned to see him lying on a stretcher being treated by the paramedics. He looked like shit and you made a move in his direction before Dean’s voice once again demanded your attention. 

“Dammit, Y/N! Wake up!”

Wake up? You quickly moved over to where another group of people were gathered around the driver’s side door, trying to see around them and get Dean’s attention. It looked like they were trying to cut something free and there was an officer kneeling in the doorway trying her best to get Dean’s attention.

“Sir, I need you to calm down.”

“Please, you gotta help her.”

“Dean, I’m right here! I‘m fine.” When he ignored you you tried calling his name again but he continued to act like he couldn’t hear you. 

“I’ve got three of my best guys working on it, okay? They’ll get her out. But Dave and I need you to hold still so we can free your legs and get you out, okay?”

You moved around the small group, trying to find a better angle so Dean could see you. You had never heard him sound so panicked before and all you wanted was to relieve him of that pain. But as you took up a position against the hood of the car and leaned over to see him more clearly a loud crushing noise broke through the air. Frowning, you looked away from Dean and let your eyes move to the backseat. The sight in front of you seeming to stop the world in its tracks.

Dean’s cries as he begged them to tell him if you were alive faded away as you stared at the bloodied and broken body in the back seat. Your body. You watched as they tore the mangled passenger door from its hinges and rushed in to pull your body out.  Your feet seemed to move of their own accord as you slowly made your way around the hood of the car towards the passenger side, watching in disbelief as the paramedics pulled your body free of the wreck.

This wasn't happening. This couldn’t be happening. You were dreaming you had to be. 

As the scene continued to unfold before you, you stumbled backwards, running your hands though your hair and turning away from the scene of the medics trying to revive you. 

“Wake up,” you whispered to yourself, pulling at the roots of your hair. “Wake up. Wake up!”

But even as your voice elevated to a scream nothing changed. You weren’t dreaming. This was really happening. 

The phrase, ‘we’ve got a pulse,’ broke you from your stupor and you turned back to your body. Ignoring Dean’s cries, you followed after the medics as they wheeled you into the nearest ambulance on a stretcher. You squeezed inside before they could close the doors and as you began to pull away you sparred one final glance at Dean. 

He was starring after the ambulance, and if he could have seen you he would have been looking right at you. There was a bloody gash on his forehead but that wasn't what concerned you. He looked so defeated, and you couldn’t blame him. You felt the same way.

The lead medic in the ambulance was talking to you, urging you to ‘hang in there’ but as you turned your gaze from the window and looked down at your battered body you weren’t so sure that you wanted to.