could you pls write a Sam x Sister/daughter!reader where she's been refusing to sleep due to her having nightmares about him dying?? I'm in need of Sammy fluff<3
Word Count: 1135
Warnings: mild swearing
A/N: so I haven’t written a lot of daughter!fics but I love it anyways:)) thanks for sending @straightasdeanwinchester so I can get off my ass and write lol & sorry if this is up later than you wanted but here! it! is!
ALSO credit to Wikipedia for giving me info on vampires and no dad I am not going through “that phase”
Apotropaic’s, items able to ward off revenants, are common in vampire folklore. Garlic is a common example, a branch of wild rose and hawthorn plant are said to harm vampires, and in Europe, sprinkling mustard seeds on the roof of a house was said to keep them away. Other apotropaic’s include sacred items, for example a crucifix, rosary, or holy water. Vampires are said to be unable to walk on consecrated ground, such as that of churches or temples, or cross running water.
Y/N sighed as she flipped the page, eyes drooping. She clenched and unclenched her fist, trying to fight off the sleep that was overtaking her. No, she thought sternly to herself. You gotta stay awake. No more sleeping.
Of course, that was ridiculous. Y/N knew she couldn’t go on forever without sleeping, but she’d be damned if she wouldn’t at least try first.
Every night she slumbered was a night waking up in hot sweats with shaking hands and a name on her lips she didn’t dare speak for fear of being heard- or even worse, of not. It was never the exact same dream, but it all played out the same: she was hunting with her family, and she never got there in time. She was always too slow, too unprepared, too much worry and not enough action. It was always too much, yet not enough.
Unfortunately, this also kept her from staying on her toes. Y/N was so zoned out on her text that when her father walked in on her- at 3am, wrapped in a light blanket while curled up in her chair in the library- she jumped when he placed a hand on her shoulder. He jumped back, raising his hands in mock surrender, smile fading when he saw the bags under your eyes.
“Y/N?” he asked softly. “You okay?” She blinked slowly before answering.