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1. Nightmares (Dean x Reader)

This was a one shot I entered into a challenge: My prompts were "Why'd you let me fall asleep?" and the song Ghosttown by Madonna.

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Dean is having another nightmare.

You noticed before he started to vocalize in his sleep, since you were lying next to him. His restlessness woke you, the tension that kept his body taut and rock solid underneath you rousing you to awareness as you realized something was wrong. Shifting in place under the sheets to face him, you sat up to see Dean bathed in sweat, his fist balled up into the sheets, eyes squeezed shut, and his entire body trembling.

You gently lay a hand on his bare chest—his skin burning hot to the touch—at the same time he starts to moan from some phantom pain caused by his current nightmare, and your heart breaks a little at the sound. This has been happening for weeks now as Dean's current state with the Mark of Cain continues to worsen, but neither of you have mentioned it to Sam. The younger Winchester was worried enough about Dean already—there was no point in making that burden any heavier.

"No," Dean groans a little louder, head tossing to the side. "Sam...Sam!"

Thank God Sam's not in the bunker right now, you think as Dean's voice raises in volume with each word. You softly slide your hand from his peck to his shoulder, fingers digging gently into the hollow where his throat met his shoulder as you get a good grip on his shoulder and shake him lightly. "Dean?" you call gently, not wanting him to wake up with his hunter instincts on high alert. Even if he accidentally hurt you waking up from a nightmare, he'd never forgive himself, and you knew it.

"Sam!" Dean cries out again, still in the throes of whatever hellish dream he was trapped in. When he calls out your name in sudden desperation, you shake him a little harder, raising your voice but leaning back in case he jumps awake.

"Dean!"

His head thrashes to the side, face scrunched up in pain. "No! No!" he pleads, and you move to sit on your knees beside him, cupping his face with your free hand as he calls for you and his brother in a broken voice.

"Dean!" you all but shout at him, abandoning caution entirely at the same time he calls for you again, tone strangled. Your voices mingle together in his room, but your voice finally breaks through to him, his eyes snapping open as your name falls from his lips in one last shout before he's awake. He jumps slightly in bed, one arm starting to raise defensively as his unfocused green eyes frantically search the room around him, breathing labored before his gaze finally find yours.

No words are spoken. They don't need to be.

His arm drops back to the bed, his fist slowly unclenches from the bedsheets, and his green eyes lock onto yours, desperately searching their depths as he slowly settles into reality and his nightmare bleeds away. His breathing is labored still, but as your thumb gently strokes along his collar bone in a feather light touch and your other hand gently cradles his jaw, his panting slows, breaths gradually evening out before he settles back against the bed.

You slowly stretch out beside him once more, lying against his side but pulling yourself up so you can lie even with him. Once you've settled, one arm tucked between you and him, you reach out with your other hand to gradually trace from his now lax bicep, up the top of his shoulder, down his collar bone, and up his throat before gently brushing your fingers along his jaw, his rough stubble tickling your fingers.

Dean's eyes slowly close, and he leans into your touch, a resigned sorrow starting to creep into his features as he swallows thickly. The silence between the two of you lingers before he eventually breaks it.