Supernatural One Shots {requests open}

Seeing through the cracks (Sam x reader)

You drag a hand down your face before looking at your watch. It was after 3 in the morning, you take the last swig of your beer and close the ancient lore book. You stand slowly, wincing as you put weight on your left leg. Being thrown against a wall by a Leviathan Cas most likely shattered your knee. You slowly make your way through the dim halls towards your room.

You stop when you hear a thud from Sam's room and him talking softly. You step silently up to the door, unable to make out what he's saying but his tone is almost scared.

He says he's good he's been acting strange. This is what Dean was talking about. he's definitely hiding something big.

You knock on the door lightly. A few seconds of silence pass, you slowly open the door. You slip through the door, looking around the room before spotting him.

You see him sitting on the floor curled up flat against the back wall, his eyes wide with terror. You rush over to him, putting your hands on his shoulders firmly. "Hey, you okay? Sam? Sammy."

He abruptly snaps out of it jumping before looking at you obviously shaken up. "(Y/-(Y/N).."

You let out a sigh of relief, "You've gotta tell me what's going on Sam." You stand up, trying not to curse at the pain shooting through your leg. You reach your hand out, helping the disheveled man to his feet.

The two of you sit on the edge of his bed, "what the hell was that Sam?" You sigh, looking up at him.

He runs his good hand through his mess of hair, "well It's, it's not just flashbacks anymore.."

" well then what?" You ask turning to face him, concerned.

"It's more like I'm seeing through the cracks.." he says looking back at you.

"What does that mean?" You ask studying his blank expression,

"It means I'm having having a hard time figuring out what's real.." he answers, messing with the bandage on his hand.

"Hallucinations?" You sigh.

"For starters.."

You run a hand through your hair, taking a deep breath. "For starters? Why would you hide that?" You scold louder than you intended.

"I wasn't hiding it, I just wasn't talking about it. You two have enough going on, I figured just hold on to the safety bar and ride it out.. but it's getting more specific."

"How specific?" You ask anger laced through the words.

He explains what's been going on and finally comes clean about seeing Lucifer and what the fallen angel told him.

"Why would the devil Holodeck you a whole new life when he could just kick your ass all over the cage?" You ask, dumbfounded that he was able to hide this for so long.

"Cause as he puts it.. you can't torture someone who has nothing left for you to take away.." he replies quietly, looking to the middle of the room for a moment before looking back to you.

"So.. so this dream he makes up for you is this post-apocalyptic mess?" You run your hand down your face, sighing. You notice him look away again and finally piece it together. "Wait, are you seeing him right now?" He glances at you and then look down at his hands, nodding.

"Sam, look at me.." you say quietly moving closer to him. He looks at you, a mix of emotions in his eyes.

"He's not real. This," you take his hand, "is real. you know me better than anyone Sam. I'm real." You say softly. He leans in closer to you, feeling his forehead touch yours gently. "He," Sam begins but is cut off but you kissing him softly. Surprised at first but he quickly leans into it, his hand resting on the side of your face.

The kiss ends, and he looks at you with a mixture of surprise, happiness and nervousness on his face.
"We'll get through this, no more secrets though. Alright?" You speak softly.

He nods and pulls you close, shutting his eyes tight. "Stay with me?.." he asks almost inaudibly. You wrap your arms around him, "of course," you whisper. You feel him lay back, snuggling close to you and almost immediately falling asleep.

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This is a short one, but I thought it turned out cute.