Imagine the Winchesters trying to help after you having nightmares of them...
Dean took a sip from the whiskey he was cradling, it was past midnight and sleep wasn’t coming easy that night. He leant his head back against the chair but his eyes snapped open when he heard the shout.
“GET BACK! NO! GET AWAY.”
Setting his glass down quickly, he ran through the hallway towards the sound of your voice, meeting Sam coming from the opposite direction, wide eyed in worry. Sam nodded towards your door. The pair of them have a silent agreement before opening your door quickly and hitting the light switch.
Your eyes flew open and you sat bolt upright. Your eyes darted between the brothers and you swallowed hard.
“Sam? Dean?” You said sceptically.
“Yeah, yeah, sorry, you were shouting in your sleep… We didn’t… We thought you were in trouble.” Sam trailed off as he saw your shoulders sag and your face crumble. Seconds ago you’d seen them, eyes black and sickening, teethy smiles, poised and ready to kill. A blade had been just inches away from taking another life. Your life.
“Are you alright?” Dean said taking a few slow steps towards you.
“I… You both had black eyes. And the blood. Jesus Christ.” You let out a shaky breath.
“It’s all over, it’s gone now.” Dean said softly, walking over and placing a firm hand on your knee. “Anything we can get you?”
“Sorry to worry you. No, I’m good, I’m great, peachy.” You said with a quick smile.
“You sound it.” Dean said. “Look, if there’s anything, you’ve got to let us know, it’s what we’re here for, alright?”