Supernatural OneShots

Midnight Pie Runs

I wake up, hearing a deep, groggy voice whispering my name, sounding a little panicked. The grip around me tightens as the voice continues. I turn my head halfway, and I feel his breath on my cheek as I whisper, “Deanie...you okay?”

A moment passes, then he answers, still in a hushed tone, “Not really...I’m sorry to wake you…”

I smile a little, saying, “No, no, it’s okay...I take it you had another nightmare?”

He sighs softly, pulling me closer, saying, “Yeah...they’re becoming more...vivid...and I think I heard Sammy and Daisy’s snoring in the background.”

I giggle, now noticing the light snoring of the couple in the other bed next to us. Sometimes I forget they’re still with us, much to their dismay [at least, that’s what they say].

Feeling the roughness of his stubble with my fingertips, I whisper, “Aww, my poor baby had another nightmare…”

He says, sounding a little annoyed,
“Don’t baby me...at least, not when they’re in the room!”

I giggle, whispering back, “Sorry...what can I do to help, then?”

His lips brush my cheek as he says, very quietly, “Just...make them go away...please Als…”

I try to think of ways that I get rid of things, knowing we both would probably do the exact same thing. I whisper, “How ‘bout some pie?”

He huffs, replying, “We don’t have any more.”

I giggle, shooting back, “Then how about a midnight store run to go get some?”

He whines deeply, “But they’re not as good as yours!”

I smile, replying, “Well, maybe I could make one...but we gotta go to the store anyway; we’re running low on supplies.”

He’s quiet for a moment, holding me close to him, obviously still trying to calm down. I turn my whole body around so I’m facing him, and cup his face, rubbing my thumbs over his cheeks. I peck his lips softly, and whisper, “It’s okay...I’m right here...they’re not real…”

He smiles, replying, “I know, I know...let’s go get some pie.”

I grin, then feel Dean get out of bed on the other side. I sit up, and lean over the side of the bed, trying to grab my bra and pants.

Once I reach them, I pull my pants on then slide my bra up under my shirt (which actually happens to be one of Dean’s shirts). I find my boots, and grab a jacket (also Dean’s), then head out to our getaway car, the beautiful black ‘67 Chevy Impala.

The moonlight shines light of her black paint job, clean and gorgeous. Dean loves her to death, and probably even after if I knew any better.

Dean comes out, the door almost slamming into his back. He smiles as he walks over to me, then he kisses my hair, whispering, “Nice bed head, sweetheart.”

I push him away playfully, then put my hair up in a messy bun before getting in the passenger side of the car. I pull my phone out of my jacket pocket as Dean gets in, and I text Daisy, “Going to the store. Be back soon. Love you!”

Dean pulls out of the parking lot, and drives us down a few blocks to the grocery store. I smile as he parks, then say, “You know...it’s been a long time since I’ve seen a Walmart.”

He chuckles as he turns Baby off, putting her keys in his pocket, getting out of the car. I get out too, and walk into Walmart holding his hand.

There aren’t many people here at 1:47 in the morning. It’s quiet in here, except for the occasional screech of the wheels on the metal carts, and something falling off the shelf because it’s been set in the wrong place.