Supernatural Imagines

Dean x Reader - Night Terrors

Charasters: Y/N(reader), Dean, Sam(mentioned)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Request/Summary: could you write maybe write something where the reader is sleeping and has a nightmare. Dean hears her and come into the room to comfort her then ends with some smut?? (from Tumblr)

Warnings: smut, oral(female receiving), unprotected sex(always use condoms!), slight nipple play, nightmares(?), explicit language

Word Count: 2838

A/N: I know, it's been a hot minute since I last posted, but I am back and writing again! Sorry this took so long to get out. Enjoy!

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You sat up, gasping for air. Your throat dry, cold sweat running down your forehead. Another nightmare.

You ran a hand down your face and pushed the blankets aside, swinging your feet on the side of the bed. You stared into the darkness, it wasn't pitch black, so you could make out most of the furniture in the room. You got up, your legs still felt a bit sore from the hunt you finished the day before as you made your way towards the door. With a deep sight, you twisted the doorknob and almost jumped as your body was met with a solid mass.

"Woah, Y/N." - his voice sounded even more gruff than ususal, which indicated that he had just woken up. Oh, crap. Did I wake him up?

"What's up Dean-o?" - you looked up at him, illuminated from the light that was coming in from the hallway. He was wearing an old plain black T-shirt and a pair of a flannel print boxers. Figures.

"I heard you screamin again, Y/N/N." - his emerald eyes were full of concern as he spoke gently - "Another nightmare?" - you just shook you head in response, casting your eyes to the ground. Dean let out a deep sigh - "C'mere." - he wrapped his arms around you, enveloping you in his embrance. He placed one hand on the small of your back, while the other one caressed your hair soothingly.

You stayed like that for a few minutes, inhaling his scent, that sweet musk that had become somehow calming to you. You'd come to associate it with home and everything that came with it - safety, comfort,  and even love.

You gripped his shirt with both hands, clutching it hard, almost as if your life depended on it.

"Hey," - he pulled away, his hands cupping your cheeks - "it's alright, okay? I'm here now."

"Can y-you stay with me for the night?" - your voice broke a little as you spoke, causing you to look down at the ground once again. - "Of course, sweetheart."

You took a hold of his hand and led him to your bed. You crawled in first, patting the empty side next to you as you got comfortable - "You mind if I..." - Dean trailed off, motioning to his shirt. You just nodded you head and watched as he slipped the black piece of clothing over his head and tossed it to the other side of the room.

You took a moment to appreciate the glory of his, now exposed, toned chest and stomach.

You turned on your side, allowing Dean to position himself behind you. His naked chest flush with your back, one of his arms snaked around your waist, bringing you even closer to him. Enough heat radiated off his body, that you didn't even need your blanket anymore as you made yourself comfortable against him.

Most people found it weird how close you and Dean were, given that you weren't even a couple, but you liked what you two had. Yes, you sometimes acted as a couple, but there was just a real good friendship between you. Or at least that's what you liked to think.