Supernatural Oneshots/Imagines

<nightmares> (deanxreader)

Summary: For the past few nights you've been tortured with Nightmares. Dean is determined to help you.

Your racing through the woods, the cold smack of the air against your sweat making the situation all the more nerve racking. You could hear the hard thudding of feet just on your heel. You twist around a large oak, eager to escape whatever predators sight. You feel as if your heart stops and your body is quickly falling. Your shoe got stuck in the roots of the colossal tree. Climbing onto your hands and knees the sudden feeling of dread clouds anymore thoughts of an easy escape. The trip had really cost you. The close sound of the crackling of pine needles and dried leaves stops just behind you.
Shit
You feel as if you had landed in cement. You couldn't peel your hands off of the needle riddled forest floor, the sharp but subtle pain of them causing your hands to pool with sweat. Slowly, dreading to see whatever freak of nature is halted behind you, you turn to look at the creature. As if your brain only wants to pick out the worst of every part of it, your eyes skip slowly over it's gaping maw, staring at his vicious teeth. Yours hands travel down its sweat-beaded figure, landing upon the dark claws replacing this former humans nails. It lunges for you, the forest enveloping your agonizing cries.

Your eyes slowly flutter open, sleep blurring your vision. The past events of your nightmare had your nerves on high-alert. Your hands quickly lurched for the foggy figure ahead of you.
"Shit!" Dean exclaims, lifting one of his rugged hands quickly over his nose.
With a gasp, you quickly sit up, the oversized t-shirt of the older Winchester clinging to your sweat-drenched physique. Your (e/c) gaze lingered over his. After lowering his hand and making sure you hadn't just broken his nose, he returned to his seat on the bed. You couldn't help but advert your gaze, you could feel the unease and worry radiating off of Dean. He outstretched a hand, carefully hoisting your head up to face him, bringing a stray piece of hair behind your ear.
"Another nightmare?" He inquires softly, his thumb gently brushing over your tear streaked cheek. It seems during your horrendous slumber you had began to cry. You could feel the last of the tears falling from your eyes. You sighed, slowly pushing his hand away and standing up. You nodded absently as you waded over to your shared dresser, pulling out a pair of boxers (your own, bc.. comfy). You could still feel his eyes trailing over you. You glanced back at him, spinning your finger in a circle. Not like he hasn't seen you naked before. You thought to yourself. Dean still obliged, turning around as you pulled off your underwear and slid into the boxers. You muttered a simple, "your good", to let your boyfriend know you were decent. You grabbed your old panties and tossed them into the basket beside the dresser.
"(Y/N), can we please talk about this? You've been having these nightmares for the past week, and it's really wearing you down." Dean huffed, a frown twisting his ruggedly handsome features. You sighed and walked over to the lost-looking Dean, sitting down on his lap. Your hands cupped each side of his face before planting a soft kiss against his lips.
"It's nothing, I really don't know why I keep having them. I promise, they'll be over soon, they never last long." You nodded reassuringly to the older Winchester. His arms wrapped around your smaller figure protectively, pulling you into him. You wrapped your arms over his shoulders, sitting in each others embrace in the rather comfortable silence.

Dean had made the entire bunker breakfast, omelettes, bacon, waffles, and a side plate of  French toast for yours truly. Dean had felt that they had perhaps been overworking you. He and Sam were having you hold back for hunts on account of your recent string of nightmares. But this still meant you were doing most of the house chores and helping the boys find any lore on whatever creature they were hunting. You would stay back, reading and relaying any new news to them. Sam and Dean have always seemed to worry to much about you. You weren't significantly younger then either Winchester, but they always acted like you were a child. It was nice, at times, when you needed help with something or needed someone to talk to, because they were always there. But because of the way they see you, as a younger girl who's significantly smaller then them, they tended to overlook your abilities as a hunter.
Sam was off, doing some shopping since y'all were getting low on food. Dean had situated the room where his once magical tv stood, obviously replaced now, with blankets and pillows over the couch. He'd made you both some popcorns and situated a beer filled cooler beside the coffee table that stood between the couch and tv. He sat down, patting the empty space beside him. You smiled and took your seat. As he draped the blankets over the both of you, situated a pillow behind your back to ensure you would be comfortable, you couldn't help but fall into a quiet state of awe. He was so caring, and beneath his baddass, rugged looks, he was truly all love and fluff. He handed you a beer, taking one for himself and popping off the caps. You smiled and lifted the bottle to your lips, taking a sip and resting your head on his shoulder. You both sat back and enjoyed the movie, you only had one beer, you weren't necessarily into the flavor. You preferred liquor, but this made do so long as you were nestled in beside your teddybear of a boyfriend. Your eyes had grown heavy and you lifted your groggy gaze upon Dean, whom looked just as slumped as you were, and patted a hand against his well-muscled chest, "bedtime, big man." You sighed. Dean happily obliged.

You both folded the blankets, tossed the empty beer bottles, and threw out the remnants of the popcorn. You wrapped your arms around one of deans, enjoying the feeling of his muscles beneath your hands, as you headed off to your shared room. You noticed the light in the library was on, remembering that Sam had left to get groceries. You wanted to say hi, but you felt like your knees were about to give way if you stayed up any longer. Dean practically had you drag you into your guys' shared bed, you were almost falling asleep on his arm. He gently guided you into the room in front of him. You lazily stripped yourself of the large tshirt, collapsing in your bed. You shifted closer toward the inside, letting out a sigh as you felt the bed give way beside you. A satisfied hum danced on your lips as Deans muscular arms wrapped over you, pulling you into his chest.

Within minutes you two had fallen asleep together, in each others arms. It seems like all you needed was a night of relaxation, because this night you slept solidly all the way through. No nightmares.
Thanks you your boyfriend.

Thanks to Dean.

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