Supernatural Imagines

Unpeaceful Sleep - Sam Winchester

I could hear her screaming throughout the night in her sleep. The last hunt she went on with us done it in for her. At least that's what I would assume had her son frightened. (Y/N) hasn't left the bunker at all since we got home from it. Anytime I or Dean mentioned going out in any way, she'd just say she wasn't feeling it or to have fun. It wasn't like her.

The (Y/H/C) haired girl was up before either of us. I found her sitting in the far corner of the library with a book in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other, wrapped up in her favorite blanket. It wasn't rare to find her like that early in the morning. She had always been the first one to go to bed at night and the first one to wake up in the mornings. She always sat in what we now deem her corner waiting for the two of us to wake up and join her. But after last night I finally understood why that was.

So after I went to the kitchen and grabbed a cup of coffee of my own, I walked back to the library, over to her corner of the world, and sat next to her. Her (Y/E/C) eyes looked up from her book for just a moment before she looked back down at it.

"No run before coffee this morning, Sammy?" (Y/N) questioned before taking a sip of the hot beverage in her mug.

"Nope. Decide that this morning I would just stay back and chill." I stated as I mirrored her movements a few moments later.

"I keep telling you and Dean that rest is good for you. It feels good that one of you Winchesters finally listened to me." She said.

I let out a slight chuckle. "You know, I used to be the one always telling that to Dean."

(Y/N/N) raised an eyebrow and looked up from her book. "I don't believe that for a second."

"You never know. It could be true. You weren't there."

"That is very true but I know you guys way too well to know that you would say that to Dean, Mr. wakes up before the sun rises to run." She stated as she put her book pages down on the table in front of us and took another sip of her coffee.

I just shrugged. "You never know."

The young (Y/E/C) eyed girl laughed slightly and picked her book back up from the table, going back to reading. We sat in silence for a few minutes as she read. But it was killing me knowing what I heard from her last night. Maybe Dean didn't hear her but I surely did.

"So you wanna tell me how long you've been having nightmares or was what I heard last night just a one-time occurrence?" I questioned as I put down my mug on the table and turned to look at her.

(Y/N) slightly bit the inside of her lip but didn't dare look up from her book. It's a nervous tick that she's done since I've known her. Most of the time I found it cute, but this time I found it particularly concerning. I pulled the book away from her hand, keeping her paged marked by flipping its pages down onto the table, and sat it on the table as well.

When the (Y/E/C) haired girl still didn't look up at me, I placed a gentle hand under her chin and lifted her face till I could look into her eyes. "(Y/N/N)?"

"You heard that, did you?" She questioned. When I nodded in reply, she sighed. "I've had them on and off for years now. They are just more and more intense as time goes on. The only way I can make them stop is to wake up and not go back to sleep." The (Y/E/C) eyed girl confessed as she played with the hem of her shirt the entire time she spoke.

It worried me. (Y/N) was screaming her lungs out last night. If I hadn't passed her room at the time I did last night, I would have never known. To know that she has been going through that since I've known her and beyond that, and I or Dean never knew, stung. She suffered through it alone without telling anyone. But why?

"Why haven't you said anything?" I questioned as I pushed a small piece of hair that had fallen from her ponytail, back behind her ear.

(Y/N/N) looked up at me and said, "Sam, I've dealt with them for years. Before I even met you and your brother. It's just something I live with. They stop on occasion when I fall asleep around people. Like on hunts or whatnot. Here and there was better than not at all, ya know? But here lately they've been so bad that I didn't want to chance it. That's why I haven't cared to go on cases with y'all."

"You still could have told me, sweetheart." I said.

She nodded. "Yeah but I'm used to it all by now." As those few words came out of her mouth, I didn't believe a single one of them.

Dean and I have both had our fair share of nightmares. But (Y/N/N)? What I heard last night was nothing like those we've had in the past. Couldn't have been. What I heard from (Y/N) last night could have frightened even Lucifer himself.

"What about last night?" I asked.

She sighed once more. "Last night's was the most intense it has been in a long time. It wasn't a nightmare but a memory. A memory that replays every so often and every time it plays in my head it's like it's happening all over again, on repeat all night long. It's haunted me for years." The (Y/H/C) haired girl confessed.

The two of us sat there in silence for a few moments before I spoke up once again. "How much sleep did you get?" I questioned.

(Y/N) shrugged slightly. "Four hours. Maybe slightly over that."

I thought about all she had just said for a moment before I stood up and grabbed her hand. "Come on. You need more sleep."

"Sam..."

"Nuh-uh. You said that it stopped when you were around people and you need more sleep. So come on and walk with me or I'll carry you out of here. You're not getting a choice in the matter." I stated and waited for her to stand. When she did, I led her down the hall to my room. I motioned for her to lie down on my bed when I let go of her hand. She gave me a look before climbing into it. I sat down in the chair I had in the corner and pulled my laptop into my lap so I could start working on finding us another case.

"I didn't tell you so you could become the dad friend, ya know?" She said as she got comfortable. (Y/N) had the blankets pulled up to her chin to where she could hide her nose if she got too cold.

I just gave her a small nod and said, "Oh, I know. But until you can get a good night's sleep regularly then this is what we are going to do."

(Y/N/N) rolled her eyes and huddled under the blankets more. I sat there in the silence that had fallen over us for a few minutes as I searched through the different articles. When I looked up, (Y/N)'s (Y/E/C) eyes were shut and she was letting out the cutest little snores. It seemed like, for the first time in a while, she was actually sleeping peacefully.