Supernatural oneshots

Your Imagination

So, I'm up at three in the morning due to another nightmare so I decided to make it into a one-shot featuring two characters I miss so much. So, here it is. (Takes place when Sam was in hell and Dean was with Lisa)

***third person POV***

Ben was laying in his bed trying to fall asleep when something started tugging on his sheets. He assumed it was Dean trying to scare him and he simply said, "Stop."

But then he heard it. The gravely whisper that seemed to come from under his bed. "This devil's trap under here can't stop me. I'm here to stay." and then a laugh that sent fear through Ben.

He pinched his arm, checking if he were asleep. Nope, very much awake.
He ran into his parents' room forcing back terrified tears. Dean and his mother asked him what was wrong. He told his story about the sheets and the whisper and the laugh.

Lisa gave him a half smile, "hunny, you must have just been half asleep. Half dreaming, so it felt real. It's just your imagination."

Dean gave her a look that Ben couldn't understand and Lisa just shook her head. "Better safe than sorry," Dean said and made his way into Ben's room while Lisa took Ben to get some milk.

Dean searched under the bed, in the closet, and pretty much everywhere. There was no sulfur, no hex bags, no cold spots or EMF readings. And the devil's trap was still intact. It really must have just been Ben's imagination.

Dean and Lisa said goodnight to Ben and, after a few minutes of reassuring himself that it was just his imagination, he fell asleep.

Lisa woke up about two hours later to see her son staring at her. She jumped back but smiled, "Ben, you scared me."

It was too dark to see anything other than a dark Ben-shaped shadow. "Wanna see what I did?" he whispered to his mom.

Lisa groaned but got up and followed him. Why can't he bother Dean with things like this? she thought.

The hallway was just as dark as her bedroom but she saw a dark lump next to the wall and Ben stopped in front of it. Lisa turned on the hall light to see her son holding a kitchen knife and covered in blood.

Her eyes welled with tears as she forced herself to look at the lump even though she already knew what it was. Dean's face was frozen into a look of shock, much like Lisa's now was. His throat had been slit and he suffered multiple stab wounds to his chest.

"You did this?" Lisa cried. "You killed Dean? why would you do that, Ben?"

Ben shrugged, "you blamed my imagination. But now it's your turn."

Lisa tried to scream but it would never come out.