Literature
Castiel x Reader: Pain on Memory Lane (Spn.)
"Please, listen to me. You've gotta snap out of it. (y/n), please..." Dean's voice echoes through your head as you sit, curled in the uncomfortable motel chair with your knees hugged tightly to your chest as you rock gently back and forth, eyes wide and unblinking. The part of you that can still think reasonably is screaming for them to help you, to pull you out of your madness, but your lips won't move to convey your desperation.
"(y/n), Dean's right. I know it's hard, but we have a job to do..." Sam agrees timidly, placing a hand on your shoulder.
The job. The job is the whole problem. The werewolf you caught a glimpse of l
