Sorry for the hiatus, guys. Life gets busy. This is another one-shot, where Dean comforts you after a panic attack/nightmare. Enjoy. Please review! The more reviews I get, the more motivated I am to write.
You were falling again...couldn't breathe, couldn't even scream. Everything was dark, but you could see the outline of the jagged rocks below. They were rushing up to meet you, their sharp edges getting closer and closer. You squeezed your eyes shut, and let out a strangled yelp as you -
woke up?
It had all been a dream, thank God.
Suddenly your door flew open, revealing a disheveled Sam and Dean wielding firearms. They relaxed as they realized you weren't under attack; that it had simply been a nightmare.
"Y/N, are you okay?" Sam shoved his gun into the waistband of his pants, and sat beside you on the bed.
"I'm fine." You lied. "You can go back to bed."
Not surprisingly, they didn't believe you. But you were a good liar, and an even better manipulator. Within minutes they were shuffling back to their rooms. You sighed and leaned back against your pillow. It had been a long time since you'd had a nightmare this vivid, although you weren't surprised. It was the one-year anniversary of the night your life fell apart - The night your family had been massacred by a Wendigo.
It was your annual family camping trip. The Wendigo had come out of nowhere and started tearing your parents apart. You started running, and before you knew it you were standing at the edge of a cliff. You could still hear the echoes of screams in your ears...you would rather die than be caught by that thing. So you jumped.
Sam and Dean had saved you just in time, reaching out and snatching you back over the edge. They'd taken you in, and you had become close in the short year you'd been together.
You kept the light on, deciding you weren't going back to sleep. You didn't want to risk having another nightmare. You sighed and resigned yourself to a long rest of the night.
A soft knocking startled you. "Who is it?" You called out.
"Dean. Can I come in?"
You relaxed. You should have known he wouldn't just go back to bed.
"Fine." You sighed.
He opened the door, and your heart skipped a beat. His short brown hair was tousled in an adorable bed-head, and his thin white T-shirt left little to the imagination. He shut the door behind him, and sat by your side. "So how are you, really?" He asked quietly.
"I'm okay. You can go back to bed." Your voice was shaking, and you knew you weren't convincing him.
"You don't have to lie to me, you know." His green eyes saw right through you.
You couldn't take it anymore. All the memories, the scenes flashing through your head...the screams...You started panicking, hyperventilating.
"Woah, easy." Dean held you, his warm embrace calming you down. "Breathe, sweetheart."
With his help, you were able to calm down. "Thanks, Dean."
"Of course. Try and get some sleep."
You reluctantly laid down. He started to stand, but you reached out and grabbed his wrist. "Stay?" You felt like a child saying it, but there was no way you were gonna be able to get back to sleep without him in the room. You didn't feel safe enough.
He paused, looking uncertain.
"Please?"
That one word was all it took. He laid down beside you, on top of the sheets. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around your waist, cuddling you against him. His warmth against you was so thrilling, yet so innocent at the same time.
Before you knew it, your eyelids were drooping, sleep beginning to take hold. As you drifted off, you thought you felt Dean plant a gentle kiss on your cheek. You smiled. Instead of horrors, your dreams would be filled with Dean's emerald eyes and messy bedhead.
