Alright, here you go, I actually really loved your request, I wrote this at 1am so I’ll admit, it’s not my best. I hope you enjoy it though.
A good night’s sleep
Word count: 1,400
Warnings: Nightmares(duh), mention of death in the family
She always wakes up the same way, eyes wide-open, heartbeatracing, buried deep underneath her blanket, covered in sweat, her hands
slightly shaking. Right now she’s covered in the sheets of some crappy motel,
facing the wall. She barely slept at all, and those 2 hours were haunted by
nightmares too. They keep getting worse and worse. She must’ve slept 5 hours
tops in the last week they spent hunting. She turns around and the cold air
from the room gets underneath her blanket, making her shiver. On the other
side, she’s greeted by Dean looking at her from the floor, where he was
sleeping, between her and Sammy. She looks at him and smiles.
“Morning dickhead” she says.
“Sleep well?” Dean asks. She just nods and Dean looks at her
with an unconvinced look.
“Uh-uh” he says. “How bad was it?”
“What are you talking about?” she says trying to sound
ignorant, tucking herself to warm back up. Dean puts his head in his palm and
“The nightmare” She says nothing “Look,” he continues “you
can act dumb all you want, I’ve been down that road, I know what it looks like,
you wake up all agitated, your blood’s pumping, you’re sweaty, you’re always
tired, you live on coffee, and, well, in my case booze”
“Dean” she stops him “Don’t worry, I’m perfectly fine.” He rolls
his eyes. “Come on, wake Sam up, we should hit the road” she says. Dean gives
Sam a little nudge. They pack their things and get into the impala. The road
back to the bunker is pretty long and at some point, she takes of her shoes and
stretches on the back seat that she has all for herself. She uses Dean’s
duffle-bag as a pillow. She actually manages to doze off for about 15 minutes,
and as always, she wakes up the same way, in the middle of a horrifying nightmare,
one that scares her more than any did ever before, and for the first time she
actually jumps up, banging her head into the impala’s roof.
“Whoa, you alright there champ?” Sam asks. She rubs her head
in the spot she hit it.
“Don’t worry Sammy” Dean says “She’s perfectly fine” he
looks at her in the rear view mirror and she looks at him and in that moment
she admits to herself that Dean sees right through her “everything’s alright”
face. Still, she says
“I’m alright, just a weird dream” she says. Dean gesticulates
quotation marks in the air. She puts her head back on the duffle-bag. They get
to the bunker by nightfall and Sam and Dean take all the bags.
“Home sweet home” Dean says walking into the kitchen “Food
sweet-“ he says opening the fridge. He sees there’s nothing inside.
“Great” he says “We need to do a supply run”
“Damn it I was supposed to remind you on the road back” she
“It’s alright” Dean says “I’ll go now”
“I’ll come with you” she says. Dean nods. They take the car
keys and they start driving to the closest store.
“So, you ready to talk about it?” Dean asks. She’s looking
at her hands, playing with her sweater. She nods. She takes in a deep breath.
“It’s usually not as
bad as it’s been getting lately. I mean, I barely sleep now”
“Yeah, I noticed” he says “Is it the hunting?” he asks.
“Not really” she says “I’ve been doing that all my life,
they started when dad died, at first I kept dreaming the way he died over and
over, then I started dreaming new scenarios of him dying every night, and now
it’s basically everyone I care about mixed in this bloody mess all the time.
You have no idea how many times you died in my head Dean” he smirks.
“You’re good then, I’m not that easy to kill” she cracks a
They pull up in the parking lot, go in the store and buy
everything they need, then Dean hands her the basket and says “Hold on a sec I
want to get something”
“Alright” she says. He comes back with three types of tea
and a large fluffy blanket. She grabs them confused and sort of amused.
“What are these for?” she asks.
“You really need some sleep” he says and he winks at her.
They pay for the stuff they bought and they drive back to the bunker. They all
eat together some waffles and bananas, then Sam excuses himself and goes off to
“Alright” Dean says “I have a plan”
“Oh do you now?” she asks.
“You’re sleeping with me tonight” she raises her eyebrows
playfully and Dean rolls his eyes.
“Not like that you dirty-minded nerd” he throws her the
blanket “Go get changed in P.J.’s and go into my room. I’ll be there in a sec.”
She does as ordered, she changes into a large black t-shirt and some loose grey
sweatpants and she gets her hair up into a ponytail. She grabs the blanket that
smells like chemicals, a surprisingly pleasant smell, and she heads off to Dean’s
room. She sits down on the bed and in a second Dean’s there too. He’s holding
two mugs into his hands. He places them down on the nightstand and he starts
digging through his mix-tapes. “Found it” he says.
“Dean, will you please explain”
“Look, no offence, but you look like crap. Now, I care about
you, so I’ll try and help you get at least a good night’s sleep.” He puts the
mix into the player and Bobby Womack’s California Dreamin’ starts playing. He
signals her to scoot over and she does so. They sit with their back against the
wall, and he hands her the mug of tea.
“Okay, this is the only tea I like alright, Bobby used to
make this all the time when he had a bad hangover and he gave me some too. It’s
“What is it?” she asks smelling it. It smells really good.
“It’s a mix of all kinds of stuff” she takes a sip
“This is delicious” Dean smiles, pleased. He puts his arm
behind her head and he gently kisses her forehead.
“Did you make that mix tape?” she asks, putting her mug on
the nightstand after she finishes it.
“Yeah, it’s my, um, my soul playlist” she giggles.
“Your soul playlist?”
“Yeah alright, they’re songs that put me into a good mood,
they calm me down”
“They’re great” she says playfully kicking his arm. She then
puts her head on his chest and yawns. Dean grabs the blanket they bought and he
puts it on both of them, covering them all up, leaving only the faces out. HE
then pulls the rest of his blankets on his bed on top of it and they warm up
“This is very pleasant” she says.
“Yeah, I guess it is”
“Are you doing this just because you pity me?”
“I don’t pity you at all. I just know what you’re going
through, I want to help”
“What if you’re not gonna be able to?”
“Don’t think about that. Focus on the music. Johnny Hickman’s
Lucky was playing now.
She twists on her side and wraps her hands around Dean. She
closes her eyes.
“Can I play with your hair?” she asks.
“Sure” he whispers. She puts one of her hands into his hair
and starts tangling her fingers through it.
“I’m not, I’m not-“ he says into her ear, since it was right
near his mouth.
“What?” she asks.
“I’m not doing this only because I want to help you”
“Then why?” she asks.
“It’s because I want to help myself”
“Help yourself with what Winchester” she whispers. He lowers
his face and she feels his skin brushing on hers, then his soft dry lips on
hers, giving her a quick peck, nothing more, then sticking his lips back to her
“With that” he says.
“Oh” she says, not opening her eyes “Alright”
Black Mountain’s Stay Free starts playing and Dean starts
humming. He doesn’t close his eyes until he feels her breathing change. He
looks at her deep asleep, tucks her hair behind her ear and he stops the tape.
He was smiling, happy as hell he managed to make her sleep a good night’s
sleep, at least this once.