Supernatural Oneshots English -CLOSED-

"Bloody Hands."

You came back from a hunt to the bunker in the middle of the night. You threw the duffle bag into the corner and started to stare at your hands. Dean didn't let you go to your place and insisted on making you stay with him.

He did ask you in the past to move in so you could sleep cuddled together all the time but you weren't ready yet. But tonight was diffrent.

Tonight you did kill someone for the first time. Well you killed something in order to save someone but it still wouldn't let you go. You didn't say much after the job was done...wasn't it supposed to feel good to help people. Why didn't it feel like that?

You looked down to your hands while walking into the bunker and remembered the blood which was dripping off your fingers just an hour ago and furrowed your brows.

"Hey! Houston, do you hear me?"
Your head shot up to see a very confused Dean who seemed to be talking to you but you didn't heard a thing.

"Baby you alright?", he asked again seeing that you were off and stepped closer so you put a smile on and exhaled calmly.

"Of course. Why shouldn't I be? I just ganked my first werwolfs.", you said stretching your arms in the air and going into the kitchen.

"Yeah that...how do you feel?"
He came into the kitchen standing in the door watching you with worried eyes.

"Dean...stop asking that. I'm fine. Trust me.", you finished your glass of water and walked over to him and placed your hands on his hips and gave him a quick kiss.

"I'm just really tired.", you smiled at him and he hugged you.

"I think I can help with that.", he said with a kinky smile and suddenly he threw you over his shoulder and slapped your ass playfully.

"Dean!", you shrieked and hit his back with your fists but he didn't even recognize.

"Let me go!", you laughed and tried to move your legs but he held them tight.

"Mmmh baby you're mine tonight.", he started to sing and you laughed even louder. He was such a dork. But he was your dork.

***

It was in the middle of the night when you woke up sweating. Nightmares haunted you how you killed those monsters. But in your dreams you were the monster who was chopping off heads of innocent people. Your guts twisted thinking about it and you felt sick. Deans arm was wrapped around your belly and you could feel his warm breath in your neck. You decided to get up and wash your face to cool off so you freed yourself from his hug and stood up going to the bathroom.

It was dark in the bunker until you switched the light on in the bathroom and you froze as soon as you saw yourself in the mirror.

Blood was all over your body and it was dripping off your hands.

"No. No. No.", you repeated and opened the water and rushed to wash it off your skin but it didn't help. You couldn't get rid of the blood on your hands no matter how hard you tried.

"Just. Go. Please. No.", you mumbled to yourself and tried even harder to get it off so it started to hurt but you kept going. What was happening to you? The sink was covered in blood already and you were about to loose it when you heard him yell your name.

***

Dean's p.o.v

You woke up to the voice of someone talking. You opened up your eyes to see the other half of the bed empty but you could see that the light in the bathroom was switched on.
At first you didn't care because you thought that she just went to the bathroom. But when you listened closely you could hear her talk so you stood up.

"Babe.", you asked walking sleepy and rubbing your eyes.

"No. Please. Go off. No.", you heard her say over and over again and when you reached the bathroom you saw her standing infront of the sink washing her clean hands.
She wasn't just washing them...she was kind off rubbing something off.

"Y/N? What are you doing?", you asked seriously but she didn't answer so you stepped in to see her face and you understood. Her eyes were closed. She was sleep walking.

"Hey Babe. Come here.", you said to get her away from the sink but she didn't react and started to became aggressive which concerned you.

"Alright. Y/N! Wake up! Come on. Wake up!"

***

Your p.o.v

You opened up your eyes to see Dean shaking you.

"Thank god.", he sighed and hugged you this time and you didn't know what was happening. Why were you standing in the bathroom? Why was he shaking you? And why the hell were you hands wet...

That was the moment when your real dream hit you like a truck and you gasped.

"What happened?", you asked with a shaky voice covering your face in his chest and breathing his scent in.

"You were sleep walking and washing your hands like crazy. What did you dream about?", he asked you and you felt how your guts twisted on the thought of the blood.
So much blood.

"It was a nightmare.", you mumbled in his shirt and he carried you to the bed where he wrapped his arms around you because he knew that made you feel safe.

"The first time is always not easy. Believe me.", he said because he imagined what you were going though and gave you a kiss on your head.

"The first time I killed something I didn't eat for a week and couldn't hold a gun let alone shoot. Until one day I had to save Sam. I woke up from my trance and saved him and that was when I realized that those bastards deserve to be killed when they are a threat to humanity. If they are living peacefully among us it's no problem. But the one you killed, the group we killed...they were far away from peacefull Y/N. They killed an entire family and ate their hearts. We did the right thing, don't forget that alright?", he said and you snuggled your face into his chest.

"I'll try.", you said and left a kiss on his chest to show him that you were better now.

"I'll be here for you no matter what. You shouldn't be hunting anyway. It's too dangerous and disturbing."

"Woah slow down cowboy. You're not the one in charge to tell me that. I'll keep hunting until I say it is over.", you said and pinched his nipple playfully whereupon he groaned laughing and started to tickle you which made you laugh.

He always have been good in distracting you from your nightmares. He always managed to make you laugh when you were down for a reason. He was always just right there.

And you loved him for that.