Supernatural Oneshots

My Greatest Wish >> Sam

Prompt: after a jinn attacks you you see your life with Sam

Y/n's POV:

I groggily sit up. I'm in a dark room in a large soft bed. I run my eyes and see a small electric clock next to the bed. It read 5:34 am. I throw the blanket off my legs and notice I'm only in a sports bra and shorts. I hear a groan and my head whips around. I look in the bed and someone was laying next to me.

"Y/n, sweetheart, what's wrong?" The person asks.

Sam!?

"What?" I ask. He signs and rolls out of bed. You back up slightly.

"Hey, it's okay. It was just a nightmare." He says softly wrapping his arms around you. You stiffen at his touch but quickly melt into the embrace nuzzling your face into his chest. He strokes your hair. He presses a kiss to the top of your head. You pull away from the embrace.

"I'm gonna change and go for a walk." You say. He smiles and nods. He steps back. "Uh, can you..." you trail off. He smiles and chuckles.

"Y/n/n, we've been married for 3 years, it's nothing I haven't seen before." He chuckles. You face goes bright red. "If it makes you feel better I'll turn away." He says. You sigh in relief and quickly change into leggings and a soft hoodie you assume is his. It has that minty pine wood scent. Definitely his. 

You walk out of the room and look around. You see a wedding photo of your two with Dean as best man. Your three brothers in tuxes with tears in their eyes. You examine it throughly.

You were wearing a sleeve less dress with a bouquet of white roses. Non of the bridesmaids looked familiar to you though. Maybe Sam's family friends.

Sam walked out now fully dressed and wrapped his arms around you. What the hell is happening? You wonder. The last thing you remember was fighting the jinn. The jinn! You read somewhere they were wish granters. This was your wish coming true. For Sam to reciprocate the same feelings you have for him.

You turn round to face him and he presses his mouth to your. Your eyes widen in surprise before melting into the kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck running a hand through his hair. He pulls away.

"Let's go for a walk." He smiles kissing your nose quickly. You smile and nod. He intertwines your fingers with his as you exit the house. You walk down the block and lean your head on his shoulder. He lets go of your hand and wraps his arm around your shoulders instead.

"How's Dean?" You ask. Sam stiffens.

"Same as always babe." He replies. "We should probably go to plant more flowers today." He notes. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. He stops by a market and buys a bouquet of daises.

We continue on our walk. I look around searching for the Impala parked outside one of the houses. We near a graveyard. It does make sense, he would live close to one. It would make salt and burns easier.

We enter the graveyard. I look around in confusion before Sam stops walking. I look at him before I see what he's looking at.

Dean Winchester
Born: January 24th 1979
Died: May 2nd 2007

Tears well up in your eyes. You see an Impala engraved next to his name. You look at Sam and there are tears dancing on his waterline. You press a kiss to his cheek. He presses his forehead against yours closing his eyes as tears roll down his cheeks.

You kiss away his tears before taking the daises and laying next to the grave throwing away the dead ones.

You both walk home in silence. You open the door and hand up your jacket.

"Hey I'm gonna go pick up Diana." Sam says.

"What?" I ask.

"Diana, she spent the night with Jim and his husband." Sam says like it's common knowledge.

"Oh! Right, sorry I forgot." You say. He smiles and presses a soft kiss to your forehead before walking out.

You wander around the house looking at photos. You see a photo of you pregnant and you and Sam sleeping on the couch together. You see a ultrasound photo in a picture frame. You see a baby girl behind a cake with the words DIANA, written in frosting.

You search the house looking for anything that could give you an idea of what's happening. You see a handgun strapped to the back of the TV.

That was probably me.

There's salt glued to the top of every windowsill and doorway. All the vents have salt in them. You flip up the rug to see a demon trap written on the hardwood floor. You open the small drawer in the lamp table next to the couch. Inside sits a kids puzzle. You lift the bottom board and there sits a demon blade.

There was something I read about this.

Then you remembered, the old wives tale. If you die in a dream you wake up.

I have to kill myself.

You slowly take the knife from the drawer and hold it to your throat. You see Sam walk through the door with a squirmy 2 year old girl.

"Mommy!" She exclaims hugging your legs. You're still holding the knife to your throat.

"Y/n what are you doing!?" Sam yells. "Y/n it's okay, this is real, you are real." He says. "Y/n don't do this." He says his eyes welling with tears. "I already lost Dean, I can't loose you too baby." He says crying. You fight back tears. "Y/n baby please, don't leave me alone, I can't raise Diana alone." He cries.

Your hand is shaking as you fight the urge to drop the knife and run into his arms. You close your eyes and quickly press down hard and drag slitting your throat. Then everything goes black.

You slowly pry your eyes open and feel that your hands are tied over your head with a needle in your neck. You see a pair of smokey blue eyes in front of you. Sam.

"Oh thank God your awake." He said. You look around him and see Dean standing over the dead jinn. Tears begin to stream down your cheeks. "Hey shh, shh, it's okay." He coos unbinding your wrists. You drop quickly but he catches you.

He carries you in his arms out of the building and into the Impala.

"Dean you have no idea how good it feels to see you alive and kicking." You say through tears and laughter all in one.

"So your wish was for me to die?" He jokes starting up the car as Sam sits beside you dapping the spot the needle was injected in you with a cotton pad

"No, but you were dead. I saw your grave and everything." You say getting a little choked up again. Sam rubs your back soothingly. "Hell I planted flowers by your fucking grave." Your eyes get heavy and start to lean against Sam.

They pull up to a motel and Sam carries you inside. They lay you down and treat your wounds. Apparently the jinn wanted to get some blood from you quicker. There were slashes on your arms and legs. Sam begins to wrap the wounds and you curl up in the soft bed and let sleep overtake you.