Supernatural | One-Shots

The Nightmare: Sam W.

↬ Date: September 14th, 2020
↬ Prompt: Nightmare
↬ Trigger [Warning]: Mention of guns and gunshots.
↬ Words: 847
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'Dean? (Y/N)?' Sam's voice echoed in the seemingly empty room. Sam looked around for movement but soon shielded his eyes from the bright light. Blinking wildly, he saw Dean standing in front of him covered in something red, 'Dean!'

'Huh?' Dean pointed the gun that Sam didn't notice at first at him while his body shook. Sam's hands come up quickly in defense.

'Woah, woah. Put the gun down, Dean.' Sam breathed heavily as he looked at Dean. Dean looked at the ground while he cried. Sam's eyes slowly followed and what he saw made him cry out. (Y/N) laid there, cold and lifeless, as (Y/P) eyes looked upwards. (Y/P) arms were laid across (Y/P) stomach as (Y/P) held the wound, '(Y/N)!'

Sam didn't care when Dean pointed the gun at him again as he fell next to (Y/N)'s lifeless body.

'D-don't move.' Sam ignored Dean as he cradled (Y/N) in his arms while crying.

'(Y/N), no, you can't be dead.' Sam moved (Y/P) hair the seemed endless and pressed his fingers against the part of (Y/P) neck that (Y/P) pulse would be at but he didn't feel anything, 'No! (Y/N), come on, wake up. You can't be dead, not now!'

Sam sobbed as he shook (Y/P) body. He looked up at Dean.

'Why?'

'(Y-Y/P) was a monster. (Y-Y/P) was a freak. Sam, y-you gotta be-believe me... (Y/P) was g-going to kill us,' Dean stuttered as he shook the gun in (Y/P) direction. Sam knew it was his brother but he didn't want to believe him. (Y/N) couldn't hurt a fly, (Y/P) could barely kill anything that looks remotely like a human, 'A-and, you're an f-freak and you'll kill me if I-I don't kill you.'

'Woah, Dean. Dean, think about this... How am I a freak? That physic stuff?' Sam held his hands out in front of him, (Y/N) laying in his lap, when Dean clocked the gun, 'It all went away after Yellow Eyes died, remember? No more visions, no more anything. Dean, I-I'm your brother you can't kill me.'

Dean's arms shook as he cried.

'I don't want too but if I don't, you'll kill me!' Dean shouted as he sobbed, 'I-I have to believe them... T-the voices in my head.'

Dean aimed the gun at Sam's head as he held the body he grew to love.

'I'm s-so sorry, Sa-Sammy.' Dean pulled the trigger and Sam screamed.

"Sam!" Sam shot up in his bed as he screamed. He looked around and saw (Y/N) kneeling on the bed while Dean stood next to his bed. Before he could comprehend that it was a dream, he pulled (Y/N) over to him quickly. He pulled (Y/P) shirt up and looked at (Y/P) stomach, "Woah, Sam, whatcha doing?"

He sighed as he hugged (Y/P). (Y/N) looked up at Dean but he only shrugged. (Y/N) combed his sweaty hair with (Y/P) fingers as he held (Y/P).

"Nightmare?" Sam nodded his head as he held (Y/P) tighter. "Clown or midgets?"

(Y/N) asked softly as (Y/P) pulled his head back. Sam ignored (Y/P) as he looked up at (Y/P). (Y/N) just noticed him crying and (Y/P) grew much more worried. (Y/P) ran (Y/P) thumbs under his eyes to wipe them away.

"Okay, no times for jokes. Tell me what happened." Sam shakingly told (Y/P) what happened while Dean listened.

"Why would I shoot (Y/N)?" Dean asked once Sam finished his story, "Sammy, why would I ever shoot you?"

"I don't know. You said you had to 'listen to the voices in your head,'" Sam explained as (Y/N) held his head against (Y/P) chest while smoothing his hair down.

"Hey, it's over now, it's okay," (Y/N) whispered softly, "I'm okay, you're okay, Dean's okay. Everyone's okay. It was just a dream."

(Y/N) spoke mainly to Sam but loudly enough for Dean to hear.

"Yeah, it's going to be okay, Sam." Dean gently patted Sam's arm as he got off the bed, "It's all over now. I promise."

Dean laid down on his bed in the motel again after he turned off the lights. Sam laid on (Y/N)'s chest as (Y/P) laid (Y/P) back against the old bed. (Y/P) ran (Y/P) fingers through his brown locks as his breathing slowed down.

"I'll be right here, my love, and I'll keep you safe like I always do," (Y/N) stated softly as (Y/P) used (Y/P) free hand to lightly trace small shaped on his arm. Sam sighed quietly as he let himself relax into (Y/P).

"I know you will," Sam muttered into (Y/N)'s neck as he adjusted himself to be more comfortable, "I know you will."