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You couldn't leave. No matter what you did. No matter how much you ran.
It would always be your cage. Your prison. The cell you couldn't escape.
The screams. The tears. The begging. The prayers.
No matter how fast you ran down that corridor- that endless corridor to nowhere- It would always be a dead end. And you'd always end with your back pressed against it and your hopes dashed to the fiery ground beneath your feet.
No matter how many hours you spent under the burning hot shower, it couldn't wash away the memory of what had been done to you. The pain would never fade away. and neither would the mark burnt onto your flesh.
The distant screams Sam Winchester up, and he immediately sat up and looked for his pistol. Weapon in hand, he headed for the source.
He opened the door tentatively to see you sitting in the dark. It was silent and dark there, except for the sound of your breathing. He knew it.
It had happened again.
His gun dropped to the floor as he ran to you and locked you in a tight embrace, letting his eyes close as you held onto him for dear life.
The nightmares hadn't gone away.
It had been 5 years.
As the tears soaked his shirt, Sam cursed himself for the day he couldn't stop you from falling into the Cage.
It would always be your cage. Your prison. The cell you couldn't escape.
The screams. The tears. The begging. The prayers.
No matter how fast you ran down that corridor- that endless corridor to nowhere- It would always be a dead end. And you'd always end with your back pressed against it and your hopes dashed to the fiery ground beneath your feet.
No matter how many hours you spent under the burning hot shower, it couldn't wash away the memory of what had been done to you. The pain would never fade away. and neither would the mark burnt onto your flesh.
The distant screams Sam Winchester up, and he immediately sat up and looked for his pistol. Weapon in hand, he headed for the source.
He opened the door tentatively to see you sitting in the dark. It was silent and dark there, except for the sound of your breathing. He knew it.
It had happened again.
His gun dropped to the floor as he ran to you and locked you in a tight embrace, letting his eyes close as you held onto him for dear life.
The nightmares hadn't gone away.
It had been 5 years.
As the tears soaked his shirt, Sam cursed himself for the day he couldn't stop you from falling into the Cage.
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Nightmares - Dean x Reader
Dean was a heavy sleeper, so when your nightmares came, it surprised you when he woke. Just lately your nightmares had been very similar; they all featured you losing Dean in some horrific way.
So when you felt Dean’s arms wrap tightly around your waist and pull you as close as possible to his chest, you instantly felt better. Dean would kiss your forehead and stroke your hair, whispering that he was here and he was never leaving, until you finally succumbed back to sleep; with Dean’s warmth keeping the monsters at bay, if only just for the rest of the night.
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Sleeping Methods (Sam Winchester x Injured!Reader)
Barely getting into the door from a hunt, you were practically (but not really) thrown onto Sam’s bed at the motel you were staying at. Three red and bloody gashes made their way onto your lower back, after you acted as bait for some demon the three of you were hunting.
Dean and Sam felt guilty for letting you get hurt, but you said that you didn’t care, as long as they patched you up as soon as the three of you got back. Anyways, it’s not like you would die from the wounds.
So, patching you up is exactly what they did.
Well, Sam did, anyway. While Sam broke out the first aid kit and started dabbing at the wound with anti
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Nightmares - Dean Winchester x Reader
(y/n) slowly opened her eyes. It was night, middle of the night, and the alarm clock standing on the nightstand was showing a few minutes after three in the morning. And then she realized that from the room next to hers come quite strange noises. She needed a few more seconds to realize that the room next door belongs to Dean and a few more moments to find out that the sounds were quite disturbing. She sat on her bed, rubbing her eyes and trying to ward off the rest of sleep as she listened to the moans and groans coming from behind the wall. Certainly it didn't sound good. At first she thought that someone or something attacked Dean during
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omg so sad! that makes me sad deary... also must have more you are amazing