Supernatural One-Shots

Dean - 8

"Sam, I don't think he's going to find us."

Your words echoed off the cement walls surrounding you and Sam. The shape-shifters the three of you had been hunting out-smarted you and the youngest Winchester, trapping the two of you in what you assumed was a sewer.

The room the two of you shared was barely big enough for you both to fit, Sam's arms wrapped snugly around you while you were sat between his legs, back to his chest.

His legs were bent so his feet were firmly planted on the floor, your arms wrapped around them, squeezing yourself further in his arms at every noise. His breath would hit your head in large huffs, often blowing your hair and making you shiver.

There was an inch of water on the floor, soaking into both your clothes and freezing you. There was one opening in the whole room--a grate about six inches from the top of Sam's head that let just a little light seep in.

You didn't know how the shape-shifters managed to fit you and Sam in here while you were both unconscious. You had to give them credit for being innovative and figuring it out. You and Sam both were going to be stiff and sore when you made it out. If you made it out.

"Don't say that." Sam grunted, voice low in your ear as he situated his head behind your own. "You know Dean will do everything he can to get us out."

"Sam," You sighed, closing your eyes and letting your shoulders slump. "Those things bested the two of us. How's Dean going to do it alone?"

"Dean's tough." Sam tightened his arms, pulling you closer to him and you frowned at the sloshing sound you made in the water as he moved you. "And when it comes to the people he loves, he never stops fighting."

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After two days, you and Sam mostly slept. Your bodies were weak and exhausted. You both often tried to find comfort in each other, talking through different random scenarios, or Sam sharing some stories from college. You tried to joke with each other, many times trying to imitate the way the other's stomach growled.

The second night in, you and Sam had heard them talking, and you think that's when Sam lost hope. The two monsters were mimicking the two of you, Sam had said.

Your heart wanted to believe that Dean was coming, but your mind was thinking of how coincidental it would have to be for Dean to notice that the Y/N and Sam he was staying with weren't the two of you at all.

Sam's hands started shaking after the third day, and he mostly stayed slumped over, his head on your shoulder and lightly snoring in your ear. When he was asleep, you fought to stay awake, never wanting neither one of you to be somewhat alert when the shape-shifters came back.

On the evening of the third day, Sam didn't wake up to the shape-shifters coming back, which is what concerned you the most. When a shadow passed over the light from the grate, you tilted your head back, knocking Sam's shoulder to see your own face staring back at you.

The smile on your face was one you'd never seen on your actual face, something sinister and deadly. You turned your head at just the right angle to catch an odd color in your eyes before the other shape-shifter posing as Sam leaned over the grate.

The Sam in the hole with you groaned, waking to your movement and followed your gaze to the grate where he noticed the monsters. "Let me guess, you're finally going to tell us why you kidnapped us?"

The shape-shifters looked at each other before the one with your face answered. "I thought you would have figured that out by now Sam Winchester."

Sam rolled his eyes and lets his forehead fall back against your shoulder.