Supernatural One Shots (Taking Requests)

Night Terrors

You had been having nightmares a lot lately. Normally they weren't this frequent. Every now and then you would go a night without one but this night was not one of those nights.

******

You were being chased by Sam. He had a knife in his hand and a murderous look in his eyes.

You ran as fast as you can through the woods, small branches whipping at your face and snagging your hair. Vines on the ground grabbed at your ankles, threatening trip you.

You had your gun but you weren't going to shoot Sam. He was the one who understood you. The one you talked to when no one else would listen.

But you weren't going to let him get you either. He would kill you if he got his hands on you.

Your breath was coming in ragged gasps. You knew you wouldn't be able to keep running for much longer.

There was a small house up ahead and you knew you had to reach it.

As you reached the final stretch you sprinted you the door. You leaped up the porch steps and practically knocked the door down to get inside. You slammed the door shut and put all your weight on it. You could feel Sam trying to knock the door down.

He stopped trying to get in. You were surprised but weren't going to take any chances. You moved a huge china cabinet in front of the door and stood back.

It was oddly quiet outside so you grabbed your gun and slowly made your way to the stairs. They creaked a little as you went up, gun at the ready.

Before you reached the top you stopped and paused. You thought you heard a creak.

You were about to look around the corner when you were knocked backwards, down the stairs.

You fell to the bottom and your gun slid across the floor.

Sam was down the stairs and standing in front of you in no time. He was grinning and his teeth were clenched. He was grasping the knife so hard his knuckles were white.

"I got you now." He talked through his teeth and barely moved his mouth.

"Sam, please." You were begging. "This isn't you. I know you're in there. If you are, listen to me and stop this."

He acted like he didn't hear. Instead he took his knife and dragged it across your lips, making a shallow cut.

You looked in his eyes and saw the last thing you expected to see. Enjoyment.

He was enjoying watching you squirm. He moved the knife to the corner of your eye and dragged it down to the corner of your mouth.

After a few minutes of torture blood filled your mouth and you ached all over.

Sam stood over you, grinning like a mad man. "Time to finish you off."

He raised the knife and plunged it down into your chest.

*******

You woke up in your bed, screaming. Tears were running down your cheeks and someone was banging on your door, yelling your name.

It was Sam. "(Y/N)!"

You sat up as the door opened and Sam ran to you. He immediately wrapped his arms around you and held you close.

You let the tears fall as you buried your head in his shoulder.

"It was just a dream. It wasn't real."

"Y-you killed m-me." You stammered.

"Like I said, just a dream. I would never hurt you, (Y/N). I love you."

You muttered into his shoulder, "I love you too."

He held you in his arms the rest of the night until you fell back asleep.