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Everlong - Chapter Five
A Supernatural Series
~Y/N has everything she’s ever wanted - the love of a good man, a best friend she can lean on, drama, magic, and heroics. But everyone knows, things aren’t always what they seem.~
Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester, Rowena, Castiel, Others
Chapter Five Word Count: 1051
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Y/N hid her face from the bright kitchen lights beneath the canopy of her hoodie. She sat curled in on herself at the table, elbows mashed into the old wooden top, shoulders tight and high. Her hands were balled up and hidden inside the long, warm sleeves, her knuckles smushed into her cheeks. 
A cooling mug of coffee stared at her but she ignored it, trying to piece together her dreams while straining to keep the full memory of them at bay. 
Sam whistled as he entered, shocked to find her already awake and the coffee pot full. 
“Morning.” 
Y/N stirred and looked up with a faint smile. “Howdy.” 
“Rough night?” he asked, grabbing a mug. 
She shrugged. “I guess.” 
Steam rose to greet him and Sam took a quick sip before rounding the table to sit across from her. He settled in and frowned at her sweatshirt. 
“You stole my hoodie again, I see.” 
Y/N laughed awkwardly, caught red-handed. “What? No. This is mine.” Quickly, she folded her arms across the chest to hide the giant Stanford logo. 
Sam pursed his lips and shook his head. “Just don’t get anything on it.” 
Y/N grinned. “I promise.” 
“I don’t know why you like that so much. It’s old and thin and-” 
“Feels like you.” 
He startled and a blush flooded his cheeks. 
“I don’t know,” she said, sighing as a confession ran free. “I had another nightmare last night and I… wanted to be close to you, I guess.” 
Sam held her gaze and sighed. “I’m sorry. Keep it as long as you need.” 
“Thanks.” 
They sat for a long moment, hands wrapped around coffee mugs, eyes not daring to meet again. 
Sam cleared his throat after counting to thirty in his head. “Do you want to talk about it? You seem really out of it the last few days.” 
“Nah.” She took a sip of cold coffee and grimaced. “Maybe. I don’t know. I feel stupid. They’re just dreams.” 
When she looked up again, his face was caked with blood. It dripped from a gasp at his hairline, poured from his nose, his ear. She gasped and looked away, beating the image out of her mind. 
“No reason to feel stupid,” Sam assured her. “Besides, if anyone knows about disturbing dreams…” He paused and waved at himself, making her laugh gently. 
“Yeah.” 
“So, go on.” 
The coffee was bitter and smelled like rotting wood. She held her breath and felt the hay shift beneath her feet, saw the dust particles dancing in the streaks of light inside the barn, heard the crack of bones. 
“Y/N?” 
Shaking herself, she focused on the cuff of her sleeve. It was thinning around the bottom and stretched out; the elastic was old and spent. She took a breath and chewed her lip. 
“What did it feel like?” she asked, suddenly breaking the silence. 
Sam sat up. “What did what feel like?” 
“Well… You told me you used to have visions. Like, psychic visions. What did they feel like?” 
He shifted, uncomfortable. “I don’t know, Y/N. That was over ten years ago…” 
“Yes, but you have to remember something.” She pushed her coffee aside and set her palms down on the table, grounding herself. “These dreams feel so real, Sam. They’re not just regular, run of the mill nightmares. I’m not being chased by clowns or stuffed into a magician’s trunk… They’re real and scary and I wake up terrified.” 
His brows raised and a smirk lit his pink lips. “Magician’s trunk?” 
“Clowns?” She countered, shutting him up. He nodded for her to continue and she did. “They’re  bloody and so intense, and they won’t go away when I wake up. I can feel them sneaking up on me like some kinda ghost in a haunted house. You know when you can feel a ghost coming on? That’s what it feels like. And then I see things… I can smell them, hear them… They’re all around me.” 
Sam took a deep breath and sat back. He ran a hand through his hair and tucked it back behind his ear, thinking. 
Y/N was impatient. “So?” 
He shrugged. “Sometimes, dreams can linger in our subconscious. You do have a very hyperactive imagination. Maybe-”
“I’m not imagining things, Sam. I’m like…” She shook her hands in the air, unable to find the words. “Inside it. Emersed in the dream. It’s unsettling.” 
He raised a palm, begging for patience. “I get it, I do.”
“Do you? I can feel blood in my mouth, Sam. I can taste it.” 
A black bruise began to blossom beneath his eye and she cringed, looking quickly away lest the feeling take over. 
“Look, when I had my visions, they… they were like that. Very intense, very real. But they stopped right away. Nothing lingered, nothing snuck up on me. But they were very strong, clear visions. They hurt. I felt every second of them pounding through my skull.” 
Y/N huffed and hid her hands in her sleeves again, closing herself off. “Well, maybe I’m having something like that.” 
Sam shook his head. “It’s unlikely. Mine stopped as soon as we killed the demon, and… well, you’re not-” 
“Not special?” 
“No, I don’t mean that. I mean-” 
“I don’t have special demon blood powers?” 
“Yes.” 
“How do you know! Maybe I’m one of the special kids too. There were others, you said. Maybe-”
Again, Sam shook his head and held up a hand, calming her down. “Y/N, it’s very unlikely. I think you’re just stressed and your subconscious is leaking into daily life. I wouldn’t worry about it too much.” 
She looked up from beneath the awning of her hood and felt her stomach flip. The blood was back, dripping from cuts along his face and neck; his teeth were stained with it, his shirt torn and filthy. 
“Yeah,” she said softly, giving up. “You’re probably right. Just stress.” 
She pushed up from the table and turned away, one foot on the bottom step before he tried again. 
“Really, I wouldn’t worry too much, Y/N.” 
She looked back over her shoulder and tried not to cry as the gash in his throat opened up again. 
“Yeah,” she said, breathing away the bloody vision. “Thanks.” 
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