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Prompt: Sam has a nightmare and reader comforts him.

Word Count: 1,626

Note:

Y/N= Your Name

Warnings: bad nightmares, guilty Sam, slightish blood/gore

Sam Winchester yawned and stretched. He had finally finished the research he had been doing on a monster they had come across during their case and was finally going to sleep. He looked over at Y/n's sleeping figure and smiled. Dean had left to a bar nearby the motel and has been gone since. Y/n and Sam were certain that Dean wouldn't be spending the night at the motel so y/n was sleeping in Dean's bed. She/He had insisted that Sam go to bed but he had refused and even though y/n tried to stay up as long as she/he could, she/he soon fell asleep.
Sam put his laptop away and got into his own bed and fell asleep. After a couple minutes of dreamless sleep the nightmares began. Ever since he had gotten out of the cage he had been having nightmares. Some days they would be bearable and other days they tore him apart. They varied from time to time but there was almost always a dead Dean in every single one of them. Over time he had been forced to get used to them but tonight they were especially horrible. It started the way it always did: Dean and him in the Impala. Dean in the driver's seat and Sam in shot gun. They were listening to Asia on the radio and they were smiling and singing along. Sam was happy and when he looked at the rearview mirror, he was surprised to see y/n. But it was a happy kind of surprised. He smiled at Y/n and he/she smiled back.
Then he blinked and Dean, Y/n, and the Impala was gone. Sam was standing in the middle of the street, alone. He frowned and and started walking aimlessly. He soon came across a house. It looked strangely familiar but he didn't know why. He couldn't remember where he had seen it. He entered the house cautiously, one hand holding a flashlight, the only source of light in the dark house, and the other hand holding a gun. The house gave off an eerie dangerous vibe that unsettled Sam. The walls were coated with shadows and the house was full of darkness. He found a door and stopped. The door stood out like a sore thumb. It was painted white and starkly contrasted the whole house. Sam reached over and opened the door and gasped at what he saw. It was Charlie, bloodied, beaten, and dead. Young, innocent Charlie, laying there dead because of him. Sam turned and ran away from the horrible sight. He ran through a long hallway and ended up in what looked like the living friend. Dead bodies of his family and friends littered the room. There was Kevin lying on one of the couches with his eyes burned out, Jo and Ellen on the floor holding on to each other, their bodies, especially Jo's, were bloody and badly burnt. Some pieces of their flesh were missing and one of Jo's fingers was gone. There was also Dean laying on the floor, his chest ripped open and the wounds the hellhounds had caused were overflowing with blood. On the ceiling was his mother and Jess, burned and with bloody stomachs. Sam turned away, barely holding back a sob, and ran from the living room. He ran down a seemingly endless hallway and eventually he slowed to a walk and as he walked he tried to push away the sight of the dead bodies from his mind. A voice calling his name made him stop.

"Sam. Sammy," the voice called to him. He followed the voice to another room. The door of the room was opened and inside was Y/n sitting on a chair with a book in her/his lap. She/He looked up at Sam and smiled her/his beautiful smile. Almost immediately Sam became calmer and his shoulders relaxed. He always felt calm around Y/n. She/He had a comforting and calming aura that made anyone, especially Sam, feel safe. Her calming aura seemed to be visible. It looked like a white cloud around her. It battled with the shadows around her, trying to fill the room with it's light. Before he could ask Y/n what she/he was doing there, the shadows around her shifted and he saw yellow eyes and the glint of a blade. He didn't have enough time to call out a warning to her/him before the knife was stabbed into her back. Y/n's body jerked from the force of the blow and she coughed out blood. Sam shouted in surprise and tried to run to her but something, arms he thought, grabbed onto him, preventing him from running to her. He struggled against the arms to get to Y/n to help her/him. He pleaded, shouted, tried to make a deal but Azazel only grinned and watched him struggle helplessly.

Y/n looked up with blank eyes. "Sam help me. Please Sammy, don't let me die," he/she said. Tears were now falling down Sam's eyes and he struggled harder against the arms. Then the arms started to pull him away from him/her. Sam tried to stop them but struggling was useless. They dragged him out of the house and once he was outside the house caught fire. He duly noted that the reason the house had felt so familiar was because that was the house he had lived for those 6 months before everything changed. The house that was full of so many good memories, all he of them ones he didn't have, was engulfed in flames, taking the dead bodies of his family friends and the dying person he loved with it. Sam laid on the ground, no longer struggling, and sobbed. He heard the voices of everyone who had died because of him whispering accusations. Y/n's voice was louder than the rest and every accusation he/she spat at him hurt Sam and he felt like he was slowly dieing inside. A voice, stronger than all of the other, called to him. "Sam Sam wake up. Sammy!"

Sam gasped as his eyes flew open and quickly sat up in bed. He was gasping for breath and blinked away the images from his nightmare. His heart was pounding and a trickle of sweat fell down his back. He turned to the person who had woken him from the nightmare. It was Y/n. Sam didn't think about what he was doing, he just did it. He pulled Y/n into a hug, closing his eyes and breathing in her/his scent. He held back a sob and shook in her/his arms.

Y/n blinked in surprise. "Sam . . . what-what's wrong?" He/She had been awakened by Sam moving around in bed so he/she had woken him up. He/She hadn't expected this.

Sam shook his head. "Nothing just-just a nightmare. I'm fine," he mumbled and pulled away. His cheeks were bright red and he couldn't meet Y/n's eyes.

Y/n frowned. "Sam I'm not stupid. You're not fine you're . . ." Broken. "Tell me what happened," she/he insisted gently. Y/n had ended up taking Sam's hand to comfort him and Sam looked down at their hands. Though he was nervous to admit it, holding Y/n's hand felt so right. He shook all thoughts of that and looked up at her/him. I could get Y/n hurt, killed even. Sam shook his head. "It was just . . nothing that you have to concern yourself with."

Y/n frowned. "Sam you know you can tell me anything. Anything at all." He/She squeezed his hand comfortingly. Y/n's heart ached when he/she saw him like this.

Sam smiled, surprisingly not a forced one. "I know." He hugged Y/n again, this time more relaxed and calm. Sam relaxed against her/him and was able to enjoy the hug. "Thank you for everything."

Y/n smiled and hugged him back. She/He wasn't sure what he was thanking her for but she/he was glad that Sam was calmer. She/He knew Sam wouldn't tell about his nightmare but she didn't want to push him and ruin their little moment. They were close enough that if she/he looked up and Sam tilted his head to the side they would be kissing. Y/n felt her/his cheeks flare up and she/he tried to push the thought away. Unknown to Y/n, Sam was feeling the same thing. He looked down at her/him, his eyes involuntarily looking at her/his lips.

"Y/n," Sam whispered.

She/He looked up, their faces now very close to each other. Y/n blushed. "What's wrong, Sam?" Y/n asked.

"I . . ." Sam blinked and shook himself out the daze. "Would you mind staying here with me?" He blushed. "I mean unless you don't want to."

Y/n blushed and smiled. "Of course I will." He/She shifted so that he/she was under the covers and his/her back was to him. Sam moved under the covers and after a moment of hesitation he put his arm around him/her. When Y/n didn't pull away Sam scooted closer and nestled his chin on his/her shoulder. Y/n quickly turned and gave him a peck on the corner of his lips and just as quickly turned back. Sam blinked in surprise and was caught off guard. He just smiled, taking note of the blush on Y/n's bright red cheeks, and kissed the top of Y/n's ear.

"Goodnight," Sam murmured to Y/n before falling into a dreamless, happy sleep.