Dean- You two may have been dating for a couple years, but you still liked personal space, and, therefore, had your own room. You enjoyed the privacy, but it could sometimes get a little lonely.
You shot up, rather quickly, in bed, inhaling and exhaling quickly. You couldn't grasp the concept of sleeping if that was one of the few things you sucked terribly at.
Your attempt at falling asleep failed drastically, and you couldn't even slow your breathing down. Hell, your heart rate was increasing.
Finally, you let out a scream as you rocked back and forth trying to escape the reality that this was happening.
Out of nowhere, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around you sank into his chest as he continued to tell you, convince you, that you were okay.
"It's alright," Dean coaxed. "It's okay; nothing is here, nothing can hurt you."
Sam- One sheep, two sheep, three sheep,...
Counting sheep not only helped you sleep, but it also, usually, helped you calm down.
Tonight, the sheep didn't want to be counted.
You eventually fell asleep, and the next thing you knew, you were sitting up in bed, panting, sweating, shaking, and your heart was racing.
No, no, no, no, no.
This was not happening. You were not having a panic attack.
But you were.
Sam must have heard you crying because you heard the door open and felt a dip in the bed signaling that he took a seat next to you.
He pulled you into a big moose hug and held you until you fell asleep.
Castiel- The pitter patter of the rain was keeping you awake. It wasn't the only thing though. Castiel hadn't returned from the hunt he was supposed to return a couple days ago.
Your heart started pounding against your rib cage seeing as you were fearing the worst.
As if on cue, Cas popped in next to you and immediately hugged you, rocking you back and forth and reassuring you it was okay.
And you believed him.
Adam- "One... Two... Three..." you counted. Counting, for whatever reason, helped.
"Hey, (Y/N)," Adam whispered tiredly. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," you lied, your voice shaking.
"Seriously," he started. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," you repeated, your voice more smooth.
"Alright," he responded, not believing your claim, but he decided to leave it at that seeing as you wouldn't tell him what's wrong.
After about two minutes, the slowest two minutes of your life, you heard soft snores coming from Adam. Like it was a sign, you let out a long held breath and tried to fall asleep yourself.
You failed.
Your heart rate was quickening, and you were starting to freak out.
As if on cue, Adam shot up and held you tightly. After a few minutes, you calmed down and he said, "Next time, try not to be stubborn and please tell me what's wrong.
Lucifer- All those tortured souls. You could still here them screaming. You could still see the demons ignoring their cries. You could still feel the blood covering your hands as you tortured the poor soul that had once been your best friend.
