"Dean!"

You scream, locked in a dark room with the spirit of one of the patients. You were in an abandoned asylum, trying to figure out what was going on.

"Baby?!"

Dean yells, his green eyes panicked as he yanks at the locked door. Sam runs up behind him, out of breath.

"Dean, the spirits won't hurt her. They just want to communicate."

Dean huffs, glaring at his brother.

"Then why the hell did it yank her in there and lock the door? Coulda been a bit friendlier if it just wanted to have a damn therapy session instead of stealin' my girl."

Sam rolls his eyes, pounding on the metal door.

"My Persona? Just calm down. Look it in the eyes. They just want to tell us something."

Dean huffs, shoving his brother out of the way.

"Listen ta me, darlin'. You just breathe nice and slow and listen to my voice. Just let it talk to ya real quick and then it's gonna let you go, I promise. Can you do that for me, sweet girl?"

He sighs when he hears your nervous yes from beyond the aged metal, relaxing even more when the door swings open a few seconds later.

"There she is."

Dean hauls you against his chest, his fingers rubbing up and down you back and his cheek resting on the top of your head.

"M'sorry, My Persona. Shoulda kept ya closer."