Supernatural Imagines

Sam X reader--I Can't Sleep Either

Imagine not being able to sleep because you keep having nightmares and then you feel strong arms wrap around you and Sam whispers, "You're ok."

Trigger Warnings: Nightmares, anxiety, insomnia.

You gasp and your eyes snap open. Struggling to catch your breath, you scan the room, reminding yourself that you're safe. It feels like all the air in the world is repelled by your lungs as the burn helplessly within your ribs.

Following your routine for nightmares, you quietly tell yourself where you are. Lying on your side safely in your bed. Staring at a plain wall in the secret underground bunker belonging to the Men of Letters. Nothing can get you here. Not through the magical protections and thick metal walls. 

The door behind you opens and the plain wall is bathed in the orange hallway light.

"Y/n? Everything ok?" Sam's hesitant voice whispers.

"Yeah. Yeah. I'm good. Just...just a dumb nightmare. Nothing new."

"OK. Tell me if you need to talk."

"I'm fine. Go to sleep."

The door closes softly and you are engulfed by darkness, but not by sleep.

Midnight. The next night. You collapse onto the bed, kicking off your boots that shed mud wherever you go. You creep under the scratchy covers, closing your eyes and wait for darkness and the peacefulness of sleep to overtake your body. 

After weeks of little to no sleep, you thought it might come easier tonight, but how you were wrong.

You toss and turn, never staying comfortable for more than a minute. You throw the blankets off your body from the feeling of overheating, then pull them back up when you're cold again. Your shirt collar shrinks around your neck  and strangles you until you yank it away. The pillow warms up, so you have to flip it over. Your back is sore, so you pull up an extra pillow to prop up the small of you back. Using your toe, you peel off the sock on the opposite foot and do the same to the other side. You roll over on your back.

It feels like the universe is against the idea of you getting any sort of sleep, because it knows that as soon as you sink into REM, you're lost to haunting nightmares of all kinds. 

Monsters. 

Demons. 

Angels. 

Death of friends, family, even yourself. 

Getting stalked then kidnapped.

Sinking into an endless swirling pit of darkness.

The possibilities are endless. You don't even know if you want to sleep.

You flop over onto your side and stare at the plain wall. A swatch of orange light paints the wall from the half open door. You try to close your eyes, but all you see are the ghosts of all you have killed. You moan in anguish and run a hand through your hair.

The bed creaks slightly and you jump. Two strong arms wrap around your waist and Sam's voice whispers in your ear, "You're ok."

He hugs you close to his body and you relax into his embrace, smiling softly to yourself. You touch a hand to his forearm and exhale deeply.

"I just haven't been able to sleep for a while..." you say almost to yourself.

"I can't sleep either." He kisses the top of your head and then nuzzles his face gently into the hollow of your neck. You curl into him and are washed over with the feeling of security as the anxiety is pushed aside for now.

Finally, you close your eyes and are overwhelmed with the deep dreamless sleep you haven't had in years.