Heaven's So Far Away - A Sam Winchester X Female Reader Fic

Chapter 2

Sam's POV

I woke up the next morning in a cold sweat, shooting upwards to a sitting position and gasping as I buried my face in my hands...trying to settle my racing heart.

"Sammy? Hey! You okay?" Dean asked with panic in his voice, pacing over to me.

"Yeah...I'm fine. Just a...bad dream." I mumbled, rubbing the exhaustion from my eyes as I slowly began to comprehend the fact that everything I'd just experienced was all in my head, even though it was so...painfully vivid.

"Was it....another one of your...visions?" Dean grimaced as he uttered the last word.

He was referring to the fact that I had been having strange visions as of late...a product of the demon blood in my veins, as we'd found out. They were premonitions, actually...I could see someone's death before it happened.

They started as just weird dreams...so faint, like I almost didn't believe I saw anything at all...but as this whole Lucifer ordeal progressed...the worse the visions were getting.

However...it wasn't a vision that had me reeling at the moment. It wasn't a bloody premonition, nor was it a clue that could potentially lead us to our next stop.

It was just a dream...more so a nightmare...where I relived the painful last night of Y/N and I's relationship.

I'd had similar dreams within the first few months after I'd left her in California...and then as my work took precedence...they eventually subsided, and eventually came to a stop all together.

But after laying eyes on her last night...after all of the memories rose from their tomb and began to haunt me like vengeful spirits...I guess the dreams decided to pick right back up where they left off...torturing me with my own guilt...torturing me with the sound of her sobs.

"If you walk out that door, Sam Winchester....don't you ever come back!"

I forced myself to take a few deep breaths, trying to will the painful memories away from my mind as I made an effort to calm myself.

"No...not a vision. Just a dream." I shook my head as I assured Dean.

He crossed his arms over his chest as he glared down at me, raising a brow as if he didn't believe me.

"I promise... if it was a vision I would tell you." I shot him a pleading look, praying he didn't press any farther.

"Okay." he relaxed his shoulders a bit. "You good?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I'm good."

"Good. Then get dressed, and let's roll." he clapped his hands together before turning to his bag, reaching into it and pulling his FBI disguise from it.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed as I tried to prepare myself for our hunt...but it was hard to get my head in the game, when I was still being plagued with so many questions.

She was living in California...why is she in Kansas? What are the odds she would be at the same exact bar, at the same exact time, in the same exact state as me? Is this some sort of cruel punishment from God?....Could I even fathom the thought of talking to her again?

The questions swarmed my mind like a nest of severely pissed-off hornets... but I did everything in my power to push all of it to the side.

I promised Dean we'd hunt this ghost...and I knew he needed it...hell, maybe I needed it too. And if I let my mind get too far away from me and too sidetracked, I could get one or both of us killed...and if we got killed...who would be left to save the world from apocalyptic destruction?