supernatural imagines and preferences

Nightmares

Imagine having a nightmare and asking Sam if you can sleep in his room.

N/N - nickname
Y/N - your name

I woke up crying I had another nightmare this time Sammy died. I have lived with Sam and Dean my whole life. They found me as a toddler all alone on the side of the road. They took me in and trained me. I got out of bed and walked to Sammy's room. I shook him to try and wake him. "Sammy... Sammy wake up". I say he looked at me and tilted his head.

"Y/N what's wrong" Sam asks proping himself onto an elbow.

"I had a nightmare and was wondering if I could sleep with you." I sigh at your request.

"Of course N/N". He says pulling me closer when I laid down.

"Moose will you sing for me" I ask putting my back to him.

"What song" he asks

"Our song" I say getting comfortable

"Carry on my wayward son there'll be peace when you are done lay your weary head to rest don't you cry no more. Once I rose above the noise and confusion just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion I was soaring ever higher but I flew to high. Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man though my mind could think I still was a mad man I hear the voices when I'm dreaming I could hear them say carry on my wayward son there'll be peace when you are done lay your weary head to rest don't you cry no more" his voice was low and scruffy from just waking up.

"Masquerading as a man with a reason my cherade is the event of the season and if I claim to be a wise man well it surely that I don't know" I sang rolling over to face him.

"Carry on my wayward son there'll be peace when you are done lay your weary head to rest don't you cry no more." We both sang. I yawned and fell asleep curled up in Sam's arms.