Supernatural Imagines

Sam has a nightmare Sam x Reader

Title: Sweet Memories

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1016

Sam has a nightmare, and the reader brings him comfort by reminiscing about the time she broke his hand.

ENTIRE STORY IS SAM's POV

I hit the floor with a loud thud, my bedside lamp, alarm clock, and a few dozen lore books falling along with me. Looks like I fell asleep reading the lore again.

"Ow, fuck me," I winced, rubbing my elbow. My heart was still pounding from the intense nightmare. Before I could get up, y/n came bursting into my room, frantically waving her gun into the darkness.

"Sammy, what's wrong? Who's there? Is Dean back from the bar yet? Do I need to kick someone's ass?" Before I could even answer, y/n was frantically searching for my lightswitch, her questions forgotten. My eyes adjusted to the harsh light as y/n's appearance brought a boyish giggle from my lips.

Her eye mask still on; she had pushed it up to her forehead haphazardly, it still covering part of her left eyelid. Her flannel pajama bottoms were bunched up at her knees and there was no doubt in my mind that she had stolen them from me, her short frame being swallowed by them. She had forgone a shirt, her lacy bralette showing off her perfectly curved breasts. I could feel my boxers tighten as my eyes trailed down her body and landed on the anti-possession tattoo on her right hip. I chuckled softly, thinking about the day that she got it.

...

"Deannnn," y/n whined softly as Dean led us into the tattoo parlor. Her y/h/c hair was wild from her nervously running her fingers through it.

"Y/nnnnn," Dean taunted back, earning a frown on her face as her eyes welled up with tears. "Oh come on, Sweetheart. We all have them. We can't have you getting possessed again," Dean walked up to the desk, letting the receptionist know you were there.

I run my hand across her back as I wrap my arm around her trembling shoulders.

"I'm scared, Sammy," she whispered as she leaned against my chest. The smell of her shampoo filled my nose and I smiled.

"I know," I whispered against the top of her head. "We can't go through that again though. We almost lost you," I replied sadly.

"I'm a Winchester, I'll come back eventually," she whined as she crossed her arms over her chest, pouting.

I laughed at her persistence. "I'd rather not lose you at all," I chuckled softly at the look on her face as I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the room where Dean and the tattoo artist were entering. "You can hold my hand if you want," I told her hopefully.

...

"Sammy? You okay?" y/n asked, pulling me from my memory. She had set her gun down on my desk and was starting to pick up all the lore books that had fallen to the floor.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah I'm fine," I shook my head as I started to hand her books. "I was just thinking about the day you got your tattoo," I pointed to her hip and she blushed.

"Oh, you mean the day I broke your freaking hand? Because even though I'm a total badass and can handle demonic torture, vampire bites and werewolf scratches, I can't handle a tattoo needle?"

...

Y/n had tears in her eyes as we walked out of the emergency room.

"I can't believe you hulked out and broke Sammy's hand!" Dean laughed as he followed me out the door, tears in his eyes as y/n walked beside him.

"It was barely a break, Dean, the doctor said it'll heal in a couple weeks," y/n yelled at him, pushing his shoulder.

"Seriously, y/n, it's not a big deal," I turned around to face her and saw how upset she was. "You'll have to remind me never to piss you off though," I chuckled, relieving some of the tension in her shoulders.

Y/n smiled softly up at me, blushing as we walked up to Dean's car. "You better watch your back, Winchester," she growled playfully as she began to chase me in circles around the car. Dean laughed at us, shaking his head and yelling something about not hurting his Baby.

...

I smiled up at her, taking her small hand in mine as she helped me off the floor, my hand tingling at the touch.

That was the day I fell in love with y/n. Of course she didn't know I loved her, but it's true. That was 6 years ago, and every day since then I've fallen harder and harder. And every day since then, I've been too chicken to tell her how I felt.

"I was more asking why you were on the floor, Sammy," I could feel her breath against my chest from her standing so close as she finally dropped my hand.

"O-oh, that," I stumbled, rubbing the back of my neck, embarrassed. "I just, um, had a little nightmare. No big deal," I smiled down at her softly.

She frowned and, before I knew it, her small arms were wrapped around my chest as she pulled herself into my chest. I instinctively wrapped my arms around her, my head resting on top of hers as my heart beat wildly. The hug was over far too quickly, and I felt myself yearning for her to touch me again.

"C'mon, Sammy. Let's get you to bed," she put a hand on my shoulder and turned me towards the bed.

She pulled the blanket off the floor and climbed up onto the bed as I shut off the light. As I laid down, she pulled my head into her lap, her back against the wall as she started to play with my hair.

I reached a hand up and softly caressed her cheek before snuggling into her lap, my eyes drifting shut.

"G'night Sammy," she whispered, and I knew in the back of my mind I had to tell her how I felt. I couldn't hold it in any longer.

"G'night, y/n. I love you," I whispered softly, and sleep took me before I could even hear a response.