Supernatural Imagines

57. Dreams (Sam and Dean x Reader)

The gif at the top is irrelevant to the story but I liked it so I put it in :) And, in regards to the "blank x reader" thing, it might be more of a Dean x Reader... But it's kinda up to you 

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You hug your brothers goodnight whilst you were still bundled in your blankets.  "Goodnight y/n," Sam says. His arms wrap around you and warmth files through your veins. 

"You too," you add. "And don't forget, it's your turn to make breakfast tomorrow morning." You grin with your words and turn into your room. Dean already hugged you goodnight, but he stormed off and probably headed to a bar somewhere nearby. 

"I promise, I won't forget." He starts to walk away but quickly stops, "Waffles?"

You turn around and cross your arms, "What kind of insult is that? Pancakes, always." You strut back into your bedroom and hear Sam walk away.

Your warm covers welcome you as you lay your body into the comfortable bed. You yank your quilt up from the foot of the mattress and rest your head on the neon-blue pillow.

"Dean! No!" His body flew off of the building as Sam smirked. "Sam? How could you do this?!" Dean's jacket flew up above his head as the wind pushed up against him. You want to jump after him, but his fate has been decided. While you were single mindingly thinking about helping him, it was too late. Sam popped his neck and you began to stare at him in awe.

"Why don't you just take a picture? It'll last longer." His body begins to move towards you and you can't help but continue to step back. You hit the ledge and start panicking, like all of the near-death people do in the movies. 

"Sam please, what're you doing?" He inches closer and closer, giggling with each step. "Sam! Don't push me!" He stops in his tracks and tilts his head.

"Why would I push you?" The suspense was released and you took a deep breath in. "I've already pushed someone, there's no more fun in it. Now, this time, I'll just use this."  He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a dull dagger that was engraved with, what seemed like, Celtic prints.  A scream escapes your mouth and he doesn't hesitate one bit. 

"Sam, please!"

"I heard somewhere that dull knives hurt more than sharp ones. Well, let's see if that's true." His hand thrusts towards you and everything turns grey.

"Y/n! Wake up!" Dean was hovering above your bed, both arms grasped around you. You look around the room, frantically, looking for Sam.

"Dean, you need to leave. Sam's..." Sam walks in the door and the pain from the dagger engulfs your abdomen. You scream, louder than previously, and Dean just becomes startled. Sam walks over and you start to shake. Dean is holding on to you too tight, but you don't care. Sam was going to kill you. "Dean, Sam's trying to kill us! Let me go!" With all of your strength you try and sit up but it was hopeless. 

"Y/n, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare or something?," Dean says. Sam sits on the edge of the bed and your jaw becomes tight. 

"Get away from me!" Your eyes start blurring up and salty tears fall down your face. You huddle into Dean and he looks up, confused. Sam just continues to blink, like he doesn't understand what he is seeing. "But wait, Dean, how are you okay?" His eyes wander down at you and you caress the area where Sam stabbed you, but you don't feel anything. You stare down at your stomach, amazed that there was nothing there. "How..."

"Let's get you some water, and sanity." Dean picks you up, the just-married kind of style, and takes you into the living room. "Okay, start from the beginning." Sam didn't follow with you and Dean, but you were going to recite the story anyways.