the sheer guilt that came after being possessed was something else entirely. it was different from the usual guilt, that felt like a stomach ache. in your face, this feeling was almost like it was trying to eat you whole.

you had gotten possessed by a demon that decided to catch you off guard, since you weren’t paying attention. until of course, you were watching your body attack the two winchester brothers. it was like sleep paralysis, but worse. like, much worse. you couldn’t do anything with your own body. the pesky little fucker had taken complete control over your body, and it had forced you to watch yourself attack the people you cared about most.

after the whole ordeal, you were obviously worn out. very worn out. the demon had sucked out all of the energy from your body, and now? you were just laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling.

dean walked into the room, his face patched up with some bandages. god, you had really done a number on his ass.

“hey.” he said quietly, taking a step towards the bed to sit down next to you. he could practically see the guilt in your eyes, even if you tried to hide it.

“im fine, don’t worry about me. just a little scrape.” he shook his head, his hand coming to rest on yours. when you tried to apologize, he quickly placed a finger on your mouth, shushing you.

“stop saying sorry. it’s just a scrape.” he reassured, trying to get you to stop apologizing.

even if it was “just a scrape”, it was definitely hard to see someone who you cared about, injured because of you.