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(y/n) sat on her bed, her legs swinging off the side as she let reality sink in. Her
heartbeat slowed as she took control of her own breath. A bead of sweat grazed down her
forehead as the quietened night stay still, making her wakening more a little more
terrifying. She looked over at Sam who offered to sleep on the couch while she take his place one one of the twin beds. She then looked over at Dean who was sprawled over the whole bed. He could barely even fit in it. Her expressionless face stayed perplexed on Dean. She quietly stood up and headed towards his bed.
Dean felt a rush of cold air hit his face as he lay comfortably under his leather jacket for warmth. He shrugged it off as it being just wind. A tug on his white shirt forced his eyes to widen open. They darted from the ceiling to a figure standing at his bedside. He jumped in his bed as he reached quickly for his cell phone. He flipped it open as the screen light illuminated the bedside part some what.
"(y/n)?" He grumbled looking at (y/n)'s frightened expression being lit up from the little light the cell phone gave off. "What's wrong? Its too early in the morning!" He exclaimed worriedly putting the phone down.
"I can't sleep, Dean." She whispered back. Dean glanced over at the alarm clock whose red illuminating letters read, "4:28AM". Sam lay still on the couch, un phased by (y/n)'s sudden awakening. Dean sighed looking back at at (y/n) who was shaking from the cold.
"C'mere." He said motioning her to him, "I'll scoot over, okay?"
She nodded as she crawled over towards Dean and lay herself just a foot away from his face. Dean's arm reached over her, towards the night-stand and grabbed Sam's ipod, along with his ear-buds. It's long wires brushed along her bare arms tickling her. Confused, she stared at Dean as he fiddled with the ipod and pushed one of the buds into his ear.
"I have an idea." Dean started pushing her hair behind her ear so he can push the other bud into her's. "My mom used to sing to me when I couldn't sleep."
"A-And do these songs work?" (y/n) asked hopingly. Dean chuckled laying the ipod in between them.
"Well, lets see." He said throwing his head back and closing his eyes. (y/n) lay back unsure of what to do now. Just lay down, she guessed. She followed Dean's actions and closed her eyes. As she breathed out the music started playing.
"Hey Jude, don't make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better..."
She lay still as the song gracefully traveled through her mind. It's harmony calmed her nerves completely and quickly. The corner of her lip curled up into a slight smile as the sound of the bands harmonized playing continued. Dean opened his eyes and looked over at (y/n) who smiled as she fell asleep beside him.
"It's Beautiful." She whispered into the night air as Dean fell back into an unconscious sleep with (y/n) joining him as well.
heartbeat slowed as she took control of her own breath. A bead of sweat grazed down her
forehead as the quietened night stay still, making her wakening more a little more
terrifying. She looked over at Sam who offered to sleep on the couch while she take his place one one of the twin beds. She then looked over at Dean who was sprawled over the whole bed. He could barely even fit in it. Her expressionless face stayed perplexed on Dean. She quietly stood up and headed towards his bed.
Dean felt a rush of cold air hit his face as he lay comfortably under his leather jacket for warmth. He shrugged it off as it being just wind. A tug on his white shirt forced his eyes to widen open. They darted from the ceiling to a figure standing at his bedside. He jumped in his bed as he reached quickly for his cell phone. He flipped it open as the screen light illuminated the bedside part some what.
"(y/n)?" He grumbled looking at (y/n)'s frightened expression being lit up from the little light the cell phone gave off. "What's wrong? Its too early in the morning!" He exclaimed worriedly putting the phone down.
"I can't sleep, Dean." She whispered back. Dean glanced over at the alarm clock whose red illuminating letters read, "4:28AM". Sam lay still on the couch, un phased by (y/n)'s sudden awakening. Dean sighed looking back at at (y/n) who was shaking from the cold.
"C'mere." He said motioning her to him, "I'll scoot over, okay?"
She nodded as she crawled over towards Dean and lay herself just a foot away from his face. Dean's arm reached over her, towards the night-stand and grabbed Sam's ipod, along with his ear-buds. It's long wires brushed along her bare arms tickling her. Confused, she stared at Dean as he fiddled with the ipod and pushed one of the buds into his ear.
"I have an idea." Dean started pushing her hair behind her ear so he can push the other bud into her's. "My mom used to sing to me when I couldn't sleep."
"A-And do these songs work?" (y/n) asked hopingly. Dean chuckled laying the ipod in between them.
"Well, lets see." He said throwing his head back and closing his eyes. (y/n) lay back unsure of what to do now. Just lay down, she guessed. She followed Dean's actions and closed her eyes. As she breathed out the music started playing.
"Hey Jude, don't make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better..."
She lay still as the song gracefully traveled through her mind. It's harmony calmed her nerves completely and quickly. The corner of her lip curled up into a slight smile as the sound of the bands harmonized playing continued. Dean opened his eyes and looked over at (y/n) who smiled as she fell asleep beside him.
"It's Beautiful." She whispered into the night air as Dean fell back into an unconscious sleep with (y/n) joining him as well.
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Hey Jude Dean x Reader
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Hey Jude, don't make it bad.
Take a sad song and make it better.
Remember to let her into your heart,
Then you can start to make it better.
~
Dean was rolling in bed and couldn't sleep. Again.
He had trouble sleeping since the last hunt. They were going after a pack of werewolves. They were about to chow down on this young waitress but he, Sam and you had arrived just in time. You managed to kill all the werewolves, but he still couldn't save the girl. She didn't become dog food but she had been wounded before and bled out before he could do anything. As per usual, Dean thought it was all his fault.
He was tossing and turning in his sheets
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Reader x supernatural Chapter 5- Father Knows Best
Bobby cleared his throat ominously and said, “(F/n). A word,” as he motioned outside.
You were in deep shit and you knew it.
The Winchesters brothers were not to be hunted with or interacted with in anyway had always been his rule, and John’s rule for that matter, and here you were laughing with them in the kitchen. You sighed and followed him out to the porch. It was mid-afternoon on a pleasant fall day so you busied yourself with your motorcycle again.
“(sF/n)-” Bobby started only to have you cut him off.
“I know, I know…” you sighed forlornly, “Leave them be. I get it.”
Bobb
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The white ground outside the motel room seemed to stream any surrounding light into the room as Sam, Dean, and (Y/N) walked in for the night. It had been a long night, and they were just returning from hunting a Wendigo.
Dean went directly to one of the beds and crashed on top of it, wanting to pass out. Sam was fairly tired himself, but he took his time, at least taking his shoes and jacket off before lying down on the other bed. (Y/N) didn’t head straight to bed, and the boys were confused when they heard her rummaging through her bag.
“Did you forget something, (Y/N)?” Sam asked. She looked up at both of them from the o
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"Hey Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better"
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better"
- The Beatles
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