You don’t always need a reason for your body and mind to freak out. It gets bad either way. Sam and Dean were out for the weekend for a hunt and you stayed in the bunker alone. Something must have triggered you because you spent the whole time anxious.

Your anxiety and OCD screaming and making you restless. You were pretty convinced that Sam was gonna die.

At least that’s what your brain was trying to tell you. So you did everything you could to avoid it, including hurting yourself.

The whole day you cried and panicked and paced around. Didn’t matter that he was texting you every change he got to let you know everything was okay.

When you heard the noise of the big bunker door opening, you held your breath and stayed seated in the bed of your bedroom, for some reason convinced that all you did to prevent his death was not enough and Dean was gonna open the door and let you know Sam is gone. You sit there with your heart almost piercing through your chest.

When Sam walks in the room, so happy to see him, he finds you there shaking and staring at the door, your teary eyes almost relieved to see him.

“Baby…”

He goes to you immediately and catch you in his arms.