Supernatural One shots

Nightmares

The nightmares were just getting worse and worse. No matter how hard you tried to think about something else, they kept coming, and it was all because some demon bitch possessed you.

It was about two months ago, when you had been possessed. A demon had took control, and tried to kill your brothers. Lucky, your brothers were smart enough to realize a demon was inside you, but it was just about too late.

The demon had went to stab Sam, and it did, but it stabbed him on the shoulder, due to Dean throwing holy water on you. You had watched at Sam yelled out in pain from the blade going through his shoulder.

That was the dream that haunted you the most. The sight of Sam's blood on your hands.

Although, it was just two or three day ago, when you finally had enough. You wouldn't let yourself sleep. At first, you tried to give yourself at least an hour of sleep, but it didn't help. As soon as you closed your eyes, the nightmare was there.

Then you finally just stopped. Stopped sleeping and napping all together. It had been three days since you had slept and you hadn't let it show. At night you would sit up, in your room, working on solving cases. You would end up drinking just about every night.

It was your fourth night without sleeping, and it was around four in the morning. You went to the kitchen, and grabbed the bottle of Smirnoff that resided in the fridge.

You opened the half empty bottle, and took a long swig. God this was some of the best. You turned around to walk to your room, but felt a wave of dizziness. You gripped on the counter for support, but it seemed as if your hand had failed you. You had fell to the ground, making the bottle smash to pieces around, and under you. You laid there, unconscious for the rest of the night.

When you woke up, you heard yelling. You looked up to see Dean leaning over you. You made out some of his features, but you couldn't really see him.

"Sam!" You heard, but it seemed far away from where you were right now.

You blinked a few times, and rolled your head to the side. What was happening?

You looked at Dean, not having any choice since his hands moved your head. You saw his lips saying something, but you couldn't hear anything. You had finally just passed out.

"Sammy, I need your help," you heard your voice say, although you weren't the one talking.

"What's wrong y/n," he said as he walked over to you.

"You're tall, so, can you reach that?" You asked as you pointed up at the Mac and cheese box on the top shelf.

Sam reached up to grab the box, and when he turned to give it to you, your hand was back with the angel blade, ready to stab him in the chest.

You swung your arm, but Dean had came up behind you, trowing holy water on you. You missed, and stabbed Sam in the shoulder, making him scream out in pain, as the demon inside you screamed as well.
You stood there and watched as the demon had grabbed the blade and ripped it out of Sam's shoulder.

Beep, beep, beep, beep.

You looked at your brothers as a noise began echoing out.

Beep, beep, beep, beep.

When you woke up, you kept hearing the beeping sound, and you looked at your surroundings. They put you in the hospital, but what for? What happened?

"Y/n?" You turned your head, and saw Dean and Sam standing beside you.

"What happened?"

"Well, Dean found you unconscious on the kitchen floor, with a broken liquor bottle with you. You weren't responding, so we rushed you here. That was about a week ago."

"A week? So I've been sleeping that long?"
Dean nodded as you looked at him. "Y/n, what happened?"

"I haven't been sleeping. Ever since me getting possessed, I just gave up on sleeping. Every night I had these terrible nightmares about what happened, and I just stopped sleeping. I started drinking, to get my mind off of it," you said as you looked down.

"Why didn't you tell us," sam asked as he sat beside you on the bed.

"I don't know, I thought it made me look weak."

"You're not weak, y/n. We all get like that. I did when Jess died. I wasn't sleeping at all, and it took a toll out on me."

You looked away from your brothers and sat up. "Y/n, we want to help. What can we do to help you?"

"Find a way to get the nightmares to stop," you whispered as you closed your eyes. "It's a repeating nightmare. My hands with an angel blade trying to kill my brothers, and actually stabbing Sam."

"Y/n, that wasn't you. We know that, and you know that."

You looked up at Sam. "But it was my body. My face. My hands. I watched as my hands stabbed you in the shoulder. If Dean didn't come quick enough, it, it could of been your heart!"

"Y/n, I knew it wasn't you then, before you stabbed me. I already knew. I just wasn't quick enough. I was going to cuff you. Then we were going to exorcize the demon, but things changed."

You looked back down and nodded. "I'm sorry it happened."

"It's not your fault. Now you're rockin' the tattoo, and it ain't going to happen again," Dean said he moved beside you, and hugged you.

You hugged him back and looked up at the two of them, wiping a stray tear that fell down your cheek. "Okay, enough of the touchy-feely, chick flick moments. Can we go?"

"Sure thing," Dean said as he handed you your clothes, and you went to the bathroom to change.