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25 Days of Holiday Tales

This is gonna be a challenge for me, but I’m hoping to get one holiday story out a day along with stuff I would normally post. Be patient with me & please send in requests if you have any! My original post about this can be read here. Each day is a different story but if any are related to each other I’ll mention it in the authors note & link it as well. The first story will be posted 12/1 & the last one will be posted 12/25.

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This made me cry

Please….pet him. Love him.

I’d love the shit outta this dog.

Poor baby😢 Id be petting him the whole night

TYLER WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT

Awwww

Little Fear

Warnings: Slight panic attack (not that bad) Characters: Soulless!Sam, Dean Winchester, Sister Winchester Reader Summary: You have a fear of sleeping next to the door, so when you’re forced to face that fear things don’t go well Readers Age: Any Word Count: 1091

Y/N: Your Name

A/N: FINALLY!! HERE IT IS! I DID IT GUYS! I FINALLY GOT AN IMAGINE OUT! MA!? ARE YOU PROUD OF ME? Enjoy!

“Are we there yet?” You asked from the backseat of the Impala.

Dean groaned, “No, Y/N. We aren’t there yet and won’t be for awhile.” Dean made the annoyance in his voice clear.

“Well, when are we gonna be there?” You asked for what seemed like the hundredth time.

“I don’t know! Now be quiet!” Dean snapped, making Sam laugh at your bickering. You huffed and closed your eyes, hoping to get at least a few minutes of sleep.

You woke up to Sam shaking you lightly. “Hey,” Sam smiled down at you, “we’re at the motel, c'mon.” Sam backed up, giving you room to get out of the car. You stretched as Sam led the way to the motel room.

You entered the motel room and saw two beds, one by the farthest wall and the other closer to the door. You instantly went to the furthest bed and plopped down. Dean was in the bathroom and Sam sat at the dining table.

After a long day of researching, you and your brothers called it a night. Dean was already passed out and you were curled up in the sheets. Sam walked over, shutting the lamp off as he passed it and crawled into bed. You felt the bed dip from the weight of your brother.

You faced the wall, for some reason, ever since you were little you had a fear of sleeping by the door. Your brothers knew this, that’s why you all knew which beds you were going to take. No matter what, you always took the one the farthest away from the door, and slept closest to the wall. Sam always slept next to you, and Dean always took the other bed.

These were the days you missed.

Now? Well now, Sam doesn’t have a soul. It’s not that Sam isn’t mean, well he is, but not to the point where you’re that scared of him. It’s mainly just him not caring if someone gets hurt. Which means, if you or Dean get hurt, he wouldn’t have a care in the world.

This was hard for you to deal with, but Dean always told you that he was going to find a way to get Sam’s soul back.

You and your brothers just got back from a long hunt, nothing went right. There were more demons than you anticipated, you had to do hours worth of research to find them, and they were just flat out a pain to kill. You couldn’t wait until you were able to curl up into a ball, warm blankets wrapped around you and just let sleep overtake you.

Dean walked into the motel room, followed by Sam, then you. It seemed like a normal motel room, except for the fact that there were three beds. To most people this isn’t a problem, but to you it means you will be sleeping in an unfamiliar place… In your own bed. You won’t have one of your brothers next to you.

Once you processed that there were three beds, you went to the furthest one just to be cut off by Sam. “I’m sleeping here,” he said. You stared at him, wide-eyed.

“But… Sam I always sleep on the furthest bed.” You pointed out.

Sam scoffed, “Too bad.” Sam dropped his duffle bag onto the bed, rolling his eyes in the process.

“Y/N, just sleep on the one closest to the door, maybe it’s time you get over this little fear.” Dean chimed in as he came out of the bathroom.

You looked over at the bed. ‘Little fear.’ It is a completely rational fear. Do you know how many times someone burst through the door to hurt you? Too many to count. But, on the other hand, maybe Dean is right. Maybe if you face your fear, you’ll get over it. You decided not to argue and just get ready for bed.

Your brothers were already sleeping by the time you finished. You walked over to your bed and crawled under the covers quickly. You stared at the door, trying to convince yourself that everything will be okay. But what if it wasn’t? What if someone comes in? What if you’re the first person they see so they kill you first? All these thoughts ran rapidly through your head.

Tears threatened to fall from your eyes. You closed them tightly, wanting the night to be over already. Until you heard a noise. You jumped up at the loud bang, staring at the door until you realized it was only someone getting into their car and driving away. You tried to slow down your breathing and eventually laid back down.

That is, until you heard yet another noise, this time you broke. Tears streamed down your face; you sat up, hyperventilating. You heard one of your brothers stir in their beds, so you laid back down and threw the covers over your head, hoping that you didn’t wake them up. Especially Sam.

You heard shuffling for a few seconds before you felt your bed dip. You froze. Not knowing if it was an intruder or one of your brothers, you tried to keep your breathing steady but failed. You then felt a big hand on your shoulder, making you jump up out of bed to see Dean sitting there with his hands up in defense. “Whoa. Hey, it’s just me.” Dean slowly stood up.

Tears still flowed down your face as you stared at your eldest brother. “De-“ You didn’t have to say anything else before you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around you. You didn’t hesitate to hug back, taking comfort in his hug, feeling your heart slow.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Dean whispered.

“I-I just… I…” You couldn’t gather up the courage to tell him. It’s such a silly fear that a hunter should be able to conquer, but… You just can’t. Dean saw this and took matters into his own hands.

“Okay, wanna sleep in my bed with me tonight?” Dean offered. You nodded, still trying to catch your breath.

Dean led you over to his bed. He got in and you crawled in next to him. You laid your head on his chest while he draped an arm around you. He kissed your head and hummed ‘Hey Jude’ softly. He was rubbing your arm when you fell unconscious, feeling calmer, and safer.

No matter how little or silly the fear, you know that Dean will always understand and will do anything in his power to help.

Requested by @meggan-supernatural: “Hello, can you do something where the reader always sleeps on the bed furthest away from the door and in the middle at motels but usually sleeps with Sam. Until Sam looses his soul and forgets and forces her to sleep next to the door but Dean helps her once he realizes she’s freaking out and staring at the door? Sorry the request is long, I didn’t know how to word it :)”

I hope y'all like this one! I’m open for tips on improving!

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