Is This Just Fantasy (Sam Winchester x Reader)

Chapter 5

That night, you fell asleep quickly. Between the pregnancy news, the party, and the fact that this somehow didn't seem real, you were exhausted. Cuddling into Sam's side, you couldn't control the yawn that slipped out of your mouth.

Sam noticed, and chuckled, before kissing the top of your head. "It's been a busy day, close your eyes sweetheart, we have a lot to think about tomorrow."

Your eyes were already closing, a soft smile on your lips. The last thing you hear before sleep overtakes you is Sam whispering I love you into your hair.

"Y/N, wake up!!"

You look around, trying to figure out where that familiar voice is coming from. You were no longer in your comfy bed laying to next to Sam. Instead you were hanging by your arms in some sort of abandoned industrial building.

Your head was aching, and it was taking every bit of your strength to keep your eyes open.

"Thank god! Y/N, look at me, come on princess, please look at me!" That deep voice said again, coming from your right side.

Moaning, you turned your head slightly, just enough to see a profile of the person next to you. A strong chin, and a distinguished nose was all you could see, but it was enough for you to tell who it was.

"Dean?" You croaked. "What are we doing here? I just saw you at the party."

"Y/N, you need to listen to me. Quickly before he comes back. We're being held by a Djinn, you need to wake yourself up. Please fight it!" Dean begged, his voice as hoarse as yours.

"Mmm, can't Dean. So tired." You mumbled, your eyes closing on their own accord.

"Remember princess, it's all a dream! You need to wake yourself up!" You heard Dean say, before a bald headed man with blue designs all over his body moved into your vision, blocking everything else. "Don't worry, this won't hurt at all." He said, before placing a finger on your forehead. The last thing you heard was Dean shouting your name before...

You shot straight up in bed, your blankets pudding around your middle, as you tried to calm down. Sam had woken at your sudden movement, and was trying to wipe the sleep from his eyes. "Is everything alright sweetheart?"

Finally calmed down enough, you leaned back, and looked at Sam. "I'm okay, just had the weirdest dream that's all."

"Want to talk about it?" Sam asked, rubbing your shoulder to soothe you.

Sliding out from under the covers, you explained to Sam. "No, it's nothing important. But I do need to get a drink. Go back to sleep, I'll be back soon."

Sam laid back down, and you made your way into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of whiskey, before remembering it was now off limits. Instead, you made yourself a cup of hot chocolate, sipping it as you gazed out the window. That dream had really shook you to the core. You had figured you were in a dream brought on by a Djinn, but you had hoped that somehow this was all real. After Sam had died, you were just a shell of the person you used to be, broken down, and gutted, your heart shriveled inside.

You knew the right thing to do, would be to try to kill yourself. Thats how Dean survived his Djinn attack, and for a second you felt yourself moving back towards the kitchen, towards a knife that would send you back to the real world.

Then you remembered, your real life wasn't all kittens and cuddles. It was pain, and heart break, utterly gray and void compared to this life. Why should you go back to living a unhappy life when everything you wanted was right here?

Placing the knife down, you moved back into your bedroom, staring down at a sleeping Sam. You knew staying in this dream would eventually kill you, but at least you would be happy while it lasted.

Sliding back under the covers, you moved until your head was resting on Sam's chest, his breathing slowly putting you to sleep.