Supernatural Imagines

Nightmares (Sam x Reader)

I looked around the room in pure panic. My father and mother were both dead, whatever killed them was now coming after me and my younger sister. The lights and all the technology had gone out, and I was incredibly scared. The only reason I was able to keep my composure was my baby sister, she wasn't anywhere near old enough to defend herself from whatever this thing was. I heard footsteps coming near where my sister and I were hiding and I tried to put my best brave face on. Suddenly, the door was yanked open and a man stepped in. He looked like a fairly normal, everyday day person expect his eyes were... black. Before I had time to react in any way the man had me pinned against the wall and had grabbed my baby sister by her neck. "No!" I screamed, but it was too late. The man just darkly laughed and snapped her neck like a twig. I began to shake and cry, this thing had just murdered my family. He smirked and started walking toward me- 

I awoke with a gasp, that's always had the nightmare went. It's been haunting me ever since it happened a little over a year ago. That's how I met the Winchester's and got into hunting, I would've died had they not showed up and killed the thing. At first, Dean didn't want to take me with them, but Sam convinced him by pointing out the fact that I'd be utterly alone. My entire family was just killed. Tears began making their way down my cheeks, every time I suffered from this nightmare I woke up and cried. I felt so guilty, my entire family died that night. I glanced over to my right and saw that Sam was still out like a light next to me, we'd been dating for a few months now. I put a hand over my mouth to muffle my cries as I played those events through again in my head. I quietly sighed and looked over at the clock, 2am. I knew I wasn't getting anymore sleep tonight, I could never go back to sleep after a nightmare. I slowly got out of bed careful not to wake my sleeping boyfriend, I never told him about the nightmares. 

I made my way out to the kitchen, making some tea for myself, hoping it would help me to settle down. I grabbed my glass of tea and went over to the window and gazed out of it, finally allowing myself to have a good cry. Tears continuously fell out of my eyes, one after the other. I looked up at the bright stars in the sky, "mom, dad, (Y/S/N) I'm so sorry. You didn't deserve this, I shouldn't have been the one to live." I stayed out there by the window for about thirty minutes before I felt arms make their way around me and soft kisses on my cheek, Sam. "Baby what happened? Are you hurt? Why aren't you in bed?" His sleepy concerned voice spoke, it brought a smile to my face he was always so caring. I nodded, "I'm fine it was just a nightmare." "Why didn't you wake me up?" he immediately asked. I turned around and kissed him softly, "I didn't want to worry you." He slightly smiled and shook his head, "I don't care about any of that baby, if you need me wake me up." "Now you and me are going back to bed," he gently lifted me up bridal style and carried me back to our shared room.

Once we got in bed he instantly grabbed me and drew me closer to him, his large figure covering me protectively. It was silent for a few minutes, his fingers running through my hair and his lips placing soft kisses on my face as an attempt of comfort. "Will you tell me what it was about?" Sam whispered. "My family," I muttered and nuzzled my face further into his chest, it was where I felt safe. "Oh baby girl look at me," Sam spoke again. "I know that was hard and it's not fair, but that was not your fault you can't blame yourself okay?" When I stayed silent his grip on me got tighter and he spoke again, his tone sounding more concerned. "(Y/N), promise me you won't blame yourself." "It's so hard Sam, why was I the only one who got to live? I'm nothing special," I cried into his chest. 

When I said that he gently cupped both sides of my face and kissed me, then pulled back to look into my eyes. "That's not true. You're smart and talented and so beautiful, never say you're not special. You're special to me." A couple tears ran down my face and he gently wiped them away. "Promise me (Y/N). Blaming yourself gets you nowhere, trust me." I kept my head where it was, buried as deep as I could get into his warm chest and spoke, "Okay Sam. I promise." "That's my girl," Sam whispered and kissed my forehead. "I love you so much (Y/N) you mean the world to me, try and sleep okay baby? You need it." "I love you too Sam, thank you," I said. Sam smiled and kissed my forehead again as a response, and I fell asleep.

The nightmares never fully went away, but they became less frequent with Sam around. And when a nightmare did haunt me he was always right there to comfort and protect me.