~SPN one shots~

Hell and back (dean x reader)

"Dean...Dean!..DEAN!!" I scream as I wake up with night sweats. I say up in bed and put my head in my hands. It took me a second to realize I was shaking. I needed to stop thinking about him. He's in hell. I can't save him.

It's been about 4 months now. 4 months of antagonizing pain from these night terrors. I miss him. I could barley take credit of myself when he was here. And now...

I swing my legs off my bed and place me feet on the floor. I feel shards of glass slice at my feet and hurriedly bring my feet back up. I reach over to my bedside lamp and click it on.

Broken pieces of glass covered my floor. One of my windows were broken.

What the hell? When did this happen?

I grab my silver knife and holy water from under my pillow. I slowly get off of my bed, avoiding the glass, and go towards my hall way door. I hear the floor creak and peak around the door, into the for-some-reason bright hallway. I hold my breath as I cautiously walk towards my illuminated kitchen. I peer around a wall and look in.

A manly figure stands there scarfing down something edible.

His leather jacket. This damn son of a bitch!

I charge at him and point the knife at his face, he looks exactly like Dean.

"Shifter or demon!!" I command to know. "Woah woah, just Dean!" He says mouth full of ham and bread.

"Deans dead. Now, WHAT ARE YOU." I yell, my knife getting closer. He rolls his eyes, puts his sandwich down, and pulls his jacket off. He wore a grey shirt and held his arm out to me.

"Go ahead, do the check." I skeptically look at him but I make a small incision on the palm of his hand. He grunts at my action, but it doesn't burn him. I spray some holy water on him and gasp, it doesn't burn him either.

"But, b-but I watched-watched you d-die." I say tearing up. He shakes his head and whispers I know. We embrace and just hold each other. It seams like forever but in reality it was probably only 5 minutes. "I missed you."