Gemini (Supernatural Rewrite Sam x Reader x Dean)

Nightmare

Blazing heat. That is one of the first things you can make out in the nightmare. The next thing is the sounds of terror filled screams that pierce your ears and make your stomach churn. You recognize the owners of those screams. Your parents. Mary. Jess. You force your eyes open and see that you are standing outside of the old Winchester house, standing on the lawn as if you were a toddler again-- but it's as if it is happening present day. You watch, helpless, as the house is engulfed in flames... slowly burning to the ground as you listen to the pleas of those trapped inside it. You open your mouth to call for help but no sound comes out.

You just stand there, mouth open, gawking like its all a side show attraction. Slowly, though, the feeling inside you changes to awe.... sick fascination at what is happening right before your eyes. You stare at the fire, watching as it grows... listening as each one of those voices fades one by one. It's like you are feasting on the terror.... feeding on it like a--

You're soon yanked awake, pulled out of the nightmare by an unknown force.

You wake in the motel bed covered in a thin layer of sweat that makes your hair stick to your face. Your breathing is ragged as your chest heaves -- greedy for air. Sam is above you and you sense Dean somewhere close by as Sam runs his hand over your dampened hair.

"Shh, baby. Breathe. It was just a nightmare." He attempts to calm you.

And that is true. It was a nightmare. However it was different than the ones you usually have. Your mothers gruesome death, the things you and the boys hunt, the occasional shoe with teeth and other random shit that stops being scary when you wake up. But this? You never had dreams about the fire before, and never ones that felt this real. Never did you like it. Watching them burn alive, you shudder with recollection as the screeches echo in your head.

"Talk to me, blue." You turn your head and see Dean's face marred with concern, and his brother matches his expression.

"You're safe now." Sam chimes in, trying to rub your sticky back as you still struggle to speak.

There had been so many different details that you had learned that night from the brothers and the police reports you found, well, the ones that you broke into a computer system to find. You were only two when the fire happened. The night was as hazy as the one your father passed away. You only remember what people told you, or what you chose to remember.

"I'm fine." You finally croak. "Just a nightmare."

"You were screaming." Sam says softly.

"You were saying..." Dean looks to Sam as if asking permission to continue. "You were screaming our mom's name. Jessica's name."

'You can talk about, you know, I get them too--" Sam starts, and you cut him off by raising your hand.

"I'm fine. I'm sorry I woke you."

You glance over to the nightstand, and see the time is just a little after 2 in the morning. You remember crashing out around nine the night before after grabbing a late dinner with the boys at a local diner. Six hours of sleep is better than nothing. Besides, now you are so wired you weren't even thinking of putting your head back on the damp pillow to catch some more sleep. Looking at the boy's faces told you they were not keen to go back to sleep now either. Fuck. They had been switching seats in the Impala for days now, taking turns sleeping in the uncomfortable front seat. They needed the rest you had robbed from them. Another thing to feel guilty about as your head pounds.

You wince and Sam's hands are on you, assessing you for injury.

"It's just my head." You wince again, pressing a palm to your forehead and you watch Dean head to the bathroom for his very large bottle of pain killers. Your eyes linger on the knife under his pillow. Some may call him paranoid, but you know its just a way to make himself feel more secure.