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

Chapter 20

Sam's POV

"Sam..."

Y/N's voice crept through my ears as I slept.

It was gentle, and sing-songy...a sweet little whisper in my ear that brought a soft smile to my face.

"Sammy..." she sang my name again, and this time I allowed my eyes to flutter open.

She was still next to me, but she wasn't naked anymore. She had on a white, silky nightgown...and it was stunning on her, of course...but it caught me a little off-guard, because I don't remember ever seeing it before.

"Baby?" I squinted my eyes at her, my voice gravelly from sleep. "What is it?"

She was sitting up, smiling down at me...but something was...off.

Her hair was curled elegantly as it cascaded down over her shoulders...but her hair wasn't curled when we had fallen asleep. Her smile was a little smirk...and her eyes were alight with...mischief.

And not in the fun way. The...ominous way.

I sat up as I studied her face carefully, and that was when I realized...we weren't in Bobby's house. We weren't in the bedroom of an old country home...we were...in our apartment that we shared in California.

"What the hell...?" I breathed as my head whipped from side to side to take in our surroundings...and sure enough...it was our old bedroom as college students. I would remember this room anywhere...this was the room where I had broken her heart for the first time...the room where I thought I'd seen her for the last time.

The room where I felt some of the most profound pain I ever have.

I returned my gaze to her, and her head was tilted to the side as she peered at me curiously.

"Am I dreaming?" I muttered, my brows furrowing as I tried to make sense of what was happening.

She nodded and flashed me a wide grin. "Of course you are...but that doesn't mean it's not real."

I raised a brow at her. Something was off about her voice too. It was hers but...it had an underlying tone to it....as if something was mimicking her voice.

"Y/N, what's going on?" I asked cautiously as my heart began to race. This felt too vividly real to be a dream...but what other explanation was there? We had fallen asleep shortly after we'd slept together...and that was in the middle of the day...at Bobby's.

But it was pitch black now...the only light was from a couple lit candles she kept on our nightstands and the moonlight trickling in from the window...and instead of comfort and bliss, I was filled with uneasiness and a bit of panic.

"I just wanted to talk to you...I figured this would be the easiest way to do it." she shrugged casually.

"What are you talking about?" my brows furrowed deeper.

She smiled wider, and although it was the face of the woman I love...there was something sinister about her expression.

She blinked slowly...and when she opened her eyes again to look at me...they weren't those shimmery pools of (e/c) that I know.