INITIUM - Supernarural Season One [Dean Winchester x Reader]

V - Blood Mary

[WARNINGS:] There is talk of suicide, just like in the episode, but still I want to include a disclaimer because I know the topic can be touchy for some.

Sleep. You have a love hate relationship with sleep. It's great for replenishing your energy, taking a break, and overall just relaxing. But while you're sleeping, you're at the mercy of your imagination. Dreams, you've found over the years, can be beautiful or haunting. Some are memories that came back to give you a trip down memory lane. Unfortunately, most of your dreams focus on the bad times rather than the good. So, as Sam jolted around in his sleep, you could only imagine what he was dreaming about. He whispers Jessica's name frantically, and turns about again.

"Dean, wake him up," you say while exhaling through your mouth, tiredness evident in your voice. Honestly, you've been avoiding sleep yourself. You are scared of what your mind might conjure up this time; maybe another nightmare, or a vacation to that dreadful day, or maybe it would be something different. Hopefully, something pleasant, a memory of your childhood before everything went to shit. "He's had enough self torture, don't you think?"

Before Dean can voice his agreement, Sam cries Jessica's name. Dean places a protective hand on Sam's shoulder and shakes it roughly, "Sam, wake up!"

Sam gasps, eyes popping open. He sighs and sits up right, looking out the window at your surroundings. Dean glances back at you, the two of you sharing the same knowing look. Sam looks at his brother and collects his breath.

"I take it I was having another nightmare?" Sam asks.

"Yeah," Dean nods, "another one."

Sam exhales, and tries to make light of the situation. "Hey, at least I got some sleep."

"Yeah, well, sooner or later we're going to talk about this," you point out from the backseat.

Sam scoffs at your hypocrisy. "'Cause we talk about your nightmares all the time," he snarkily retorts.

"Oi, I'm not the one screaming out my girlfriend's name," you counter. Sam glares at your remark, you wave it off.

"Are we here?" Sam asks, swiftly changing the subject. He looks past you, out the rear window and at the building Dean parked in front of.

"Yep. Welcome to Toledo, Ohio," Dean says as his gaze drifts outside.

Sam grabs the newspaper you were searching through, and looks at the picture your circled in black marker. "So, what do you think really happened to this guy?" Sam inquires.

"That's what we're going to find out," Dean replies. He puts his father's journal in the backseat next to you along with his wallet. "Let's go."

~

As you and the boys walk down the hall to the morgue, you can't help but daydream about the small amount of time you spent at college when you studied to be a pediatrician. The class trips to local hospitals, visiting morgues to test your knowledge, the whole get up. You enjoyed taking extra classes that were a bit more hands on. You feel a stupid grin grow on your face as you enter the morgue.

The first thing you notice as you enter the office, is the lack of lighting. "Man, this place could really use a lamp or two," you mumble as you and the boys walk past an empty desk. Dean makes a face at the exotic name plate titled, "Dr. D. Fieklowicz."

"Hey," the assistant greets, leaning against an arm.

"Hey," Dean replies.

"Can I help you?" the man asks as he sits back in his chair.

"Yeah, we're the, ah, med students," Dean says, going out on a limb. Unfortunately, this particular morgue was not expecting any visitors.

"Oh, Dr... Fligavitch didn't tell you?" Dean asks, struggling to pronounce the doctor's name. "We talked to him on the phone. We're from Ohio State. He's supposed to show us the Shoemaker corpse. It's for our paper."