Supernatural Imagines

Here For You << DeanxSister!Reader

The reader is tormented with nightmares and has a hard time without her big brother.

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Locked. Every door was locked. Every window bolted shut. No way out.

I'm locked in an abandoned warehouse. Scared. Alone. Things were all around me. I heard hissing, growls, and screams. My brothers screams.

I ran towards the freighting sounds not caring what happened as long as I reached my brothers.

The hallways seemed to stretch, never ending. Never. The ground seemed like water. I tripped, stumbled, fell, it didn't end. The hallway just kept stretching.

It came to an abrupt stop. I slammed into a pure white wall. I looked around. All around me there was white. The room looked never ending, but I felt the edges. No way out.

I started hyperventilating. I screamed and cried for my brothers, but nobody came.

All out at once, Sam, Dean, and Castiel appeared in the room. They were not standing. They were not talking, laughing, or smiling. They were slumped over dead.

Deans body was folded up, like he had been sleeping when it happened. He has cuts over his eyes. They were exes. His hands were a mangled mess and his stomach was unrecognizable.

Sam was almost identical. His legs has be cut clean off at the knee. He had been scalped.

Castiel was. Cas. His wings were there, but they had been plucked and cut. Cas once told me that an angels wings were their soul and that any harm that came upon their wings was excruciatingly painful. His eyes has also been marked. Sam's legs were crudely sewn into cas's legs.

It was horrific. Then they started talking.

Only their mouths moved. They taunted me. Tortured me.

"You little Shit! You did this! You!"

"Why can't you be like us huh? Why can't you be something?!"

"Why are you so stupid? You little slut!"

The words sang out into my soul.

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I shot up breathing heavily and crying. I flew out of bed and ran to Dean's room. I knew I could trust him with my nightmares. He knew how bad they got.

I jumped into the bed and snuggled into Deans side.

"Woah, hey. It's okay baby. I got you. Nobody's gonna get you while I'm here." Dean was rubbing reassuring circles into my back. That was the last thing I remembered before falling asleep.

Dean always told me that just because I'm a hunter, doesn't mean I can't be scared. He told me I was still young. I shouldn't have to put up with this crap. He told me how strong I was. How amazing I am. But all good things come to an end.

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After Dean got the mark of Cain, my nightmares were more frequent. They weren't bad though. Not as bad as they could get.

Dean was in rough shape. I, along with Sammy, were doing everything we could to help him, but nothing worked.

He became meaner, angrier, scarier. I found myself trusting him less and less. I found myself shying away from him. Every outburst I saw. Every yelling session. I grew more scared. I grew terrified.