Adam Milligan~

Your heart pounds fiercely as you carefully dislodge yourself from your sleeping position on the bed.

Tiptoeing to the bathroom, you turn on the sink and cup your hands to splash water on your face.

Images from your nightmare flash through your mind as you try to scrub the blood off of your face, even though you know it's not really there.

The bang of a gunshot echoes in your ears and you have to sit down on the tiled floor, your hands clawing desperately at your ears to try to drown out the echo.

"Y/n? Y/n! Stop!" Firm hands grim your wrists and pull them away from your head, and you're pulled into a warm chest as you feel the heavy choking feeling building up inside of you.

"They're gone!" Your voice is loud in the otherwise quiet house as the sobs leave your lips, and Adam pulls you tightly against him as you bury your face in his chest, trying to erase the nightmare from your mind, and letting his comforting scent wash over you.

"It wasn't your fault sunshine.. please don't cry.." He rests his chin on your head, and you hear the footsteps of his mother tip tapping up the stairs towards the two of you as she hears the muffled crying from the living room right below

"It was!" Your crying leaves you breathless as you tighten your grip on his shirt, and you feel a second pair of arms encircle you from behind.

His mother.

"It's okay honey. We're here for you."

Balthazar~

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Tears run down your cheeks as you curl into a ball on your side, one hand holding the other over your mouth as you muffle your crying.

A terrified scream threatens to escape your lips as a familiar, threatening figure looks down at you from the foot of your bed.

One of his hands reach forwards, and fear washes through you. Unable to move, you can only watch as Balthazar's knife approches you-
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"Y/n! Love! Wake up!"
A familiar voice cuts throught your vivid dream, and your eyes snap open as you jerk away from Balthazar, falling off the bed to the cold wooden floor below.

"Love it's alright! A nightmare!" The archangel easily teleports you back onto the bed, a look of worry plastered to his face.
"Balth?" Your voice tremes as you grip onto his shirt tightly.
"I'm here love. I'm here. It was only a nightmare."

Balthazar wraps his arms tightly around you, pressing you close to his warm body as he presses kisses to the top of your head and strokes your hair softly with one hand.
"It's alright. I promise."

Bobby Singer~

"Honey?"
Your boyfriend's voice is rough from sleep as he wakes to feel you struggling in his grip.

"I'm good Bobby. Just need to get a drink."
He loosens his grip. Allowing you to climb out of bed and walk into the attatched bathroom.

You close the door quietly, and put your back against it.
Sliding down as the tears start to slip from your eyes.
Quiet sobs leave your mouth as you dig your nails into your palms, and you rest your head against your knees.

"Y/n?" Bobby's voice sounds from the other side of the door, and more tears hurry down your cheeks.
"Just a sec!" You manage to call out. Though your wobbly voice gives away your situation.

"Honey I'm coming in." You scoot away from the door and lean against the wall as Bobby opens the door slowly, and looks around, onky to see you huddled on the floor.

"Y/n? Honey what's wrong?" His usually sarcastic or gruff voice is soft as he kneels in front of you and gently unfolds your hands to press his lips to each little crescent left by your nails.

"Nightmare.." You look down in shame, but Bobby uses one hand to tilt your face up so that he can gently press his lips to yours.

"No matter what happened in the nightmare, we are safe. You, me. The boys and their pet angel. We're all safe. Everyone is in the house sleeping right now ok? Nothing can get in here."

You close your eyes and rest your forehead against his.
"Ok.." You whisper quietly. Your voice still trembling.
"Ok.."

Castiel~

You tremble slightly as your eyes flick open, and your fingers search for Castiel's short hair in the dark.

Feeling the soft strands, you grip it lightly while turning your head to listen to the steady beat of his heart as he lays still.
"Y/n."
His monotone voice surprises you, before you realise that you had woken him up when you gripped his hair.

"Hi Cassie.." You look up apologetically to his gorgeous blue eyes, and the unease from your dream fades quickly at the softness of his gaze, and his adorable, messy bedhead.

"Are you alright?" He lifts one hand from your back, and runs his fingers gently through your loose hair. Tucking a couple strands behind your ear.

"Just a bad dream that's all.." you rest your head back on his chest and breath in deeply.
"Y/n, perha-"

"-Did you know that you smell like cinnamon?" You interrupt him purposely with a light glare.
With a sigh, Castiel rests his head back on your pillow.

"No Y/n, I was unaware that I share a scent with a spice. Are you attempting to avoid talking abo-"

"-and your bedhead is so cute! Your hair is so soft Cass." Your glare intensifies a notch, and Castiel seems to have gotten the message that you don't want to talk about your dream.

"No.. Y/n. I was also unaware, that my.. my hair, is considered cute..."

Crowley~

"Rise my queen. You are having a nightmare." The feeling of warmth against your back is gone, and you shiver as your eyes open.

"Crowley..?" Your voice is rough from tiredness.
"Right here love." He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you up to sit beside him.

A yawn leaves your lips as you cuddle into his warm side, and you sigh as you remember your dream.
"Would you like to talk about it?" His gentle tone is unusual, and it fills you with warmth.

"The same one." You pick your words carefully and he nods in understanding.
"Ah I see. Well, do you want to go back to sleep, or something else. Anything else."

Crowley lifts your hands to press kisses to them boyh, and you squirm slightly as his scruff tickles your palms, and a victorious smirk makes it's way lazily across the face of the king of hell.

"I think I'll just go get a drink. I'll be right back."

Dean Winchester~

You wake up feeling exhausted, and your heart beating quickly.
A softer heartbeat thuds under the side of your head, and you exhale deeply as you try to relax your muscles.

Your fingers grip Dean's shirt tightly, and you have to force yourself to uncurl them.
"Dean?" Your voice is hushed as you try to not wake Sam.
Of course it fails anyways.
Damn heavy sleepers and light sleepers.

"Y/n, you good?" Sammy's voice is hushed as he sits up in his motel bed, and he leaves his bed to sit on the side of you and Dean's shared motel bed.

"Sorry Sammy.. nightmare."
Sam nods his head in understanding as you move your head to look at him while resting it on Dean's chest.
"Hey Dean. Get up." Sam shakes Dean's shoulder unexpectedly, and Dean jerks awake.

"I'm up! I'm up!" He yawns as he leans up to kiss your forehead, and Sam stands up to go back to his own bed.

Dean's arms tighten around your waist, drawing a pattern on the small sliver of exposed skin.
"You good babe?"

You turn your head to face him at his question, and you shake your head slightly.
"Sorry.. nightmare.."

Dean's soft smile sends a burst of warmth starting drom your chest, reaching all the way to the tips of your toes.

"You wanna talk about it?"
You shake your head no after a second of thought, and Dean rests his head back against the pillow.
"Alright then. Just remember I'm here when you need me."

Gabriel~

You roll over to slide out of bed, your eyes hard as the scene plays through your head over and over again.

The look of surprised terror on his face as Lucifer pulled the angel blade from his chest, and the soft thud as he hit the floor.

A muffled sob leaves your lips.
Even though you had been through much in your long life, Gabriel's death by his brother's hand had been the worst thing you had ever witnessed.

"Mmn... Y/n..?" Gabriel's sleepy voice from your shared bed draws your attention from your spot on the balcony, but you stay facing the dark streets of the city as you listen to the soft footsteps of the golden- haired archangel.

"Why aren't you-" His yawn interupts his sentance as he wraps his arms around you from behind and rests his chin on your shoulder.
"-In bed?" You finish for him as you lean back against him with a sigh.

"Yeah." Gabriel presses a lazy kiss to your jaw as you go silent. "Y/n?"

"Just remembering things. That's all."

Gabriel spins you around, and kisses your nose lightly before taking your hands in his.
His face is sympathetic as he realises what you must have dreamt about.

"Can you remember later and cuddle now?" He attempts to distracts you, and an amused sigh leaves your lips as he pulls you away from the balcony and towards the bed.

"Alright."

Lucifer~

"A penny for your thoughts?" The rough voice causes you to curse as you jump and twist arouund to see your blond boyfriend.

"Damnit Lucy don't do that!" A tired scowl darkens his face as he rolls his eyes.

"How many times have I told you to not call me that?"
You take a step towards him and wrap your arms around his waist. Resting your head against his chest.

"Don't know, don't care. I do what I want." Your voice is muffled as you speak into his bare chest, and he sighs rather dramatically as he wraps his arms around your shoulders.

"Memories?" His voice is characteristically soft as he uses one hand to comb through your hair gently.

"Yeah. Hell tends to be a bad experience." You mumble back sarcastically as he chuckles and walks backwards until the backs of his knees hit the bed and he pulls you down onto it.

"Just get back to sleep. I'm here for you darling."

Sam Winchester~

Your breathing is fast as you clutch Sam's shirt. Your eyes clenched shut tightly and your heart beating erratically.

"Y/n baby what's wrong?" Sam's sleepy voice echoes slightly through the motel room, and in the bed beside you two, Dean rolls over and talks quietly in his sleep.
"If you two are going to do the frick frack can you at least wait till we're out of hell?"

"What the shit Dean?" A laugh bubbles up through Sammy's lips as you laugh at Dean's sleeptalking.

"Fuckin pie...you gorgeous fuckin pie."
Your laughs are muffled as the two of you hold your hands over eachother mouths.

"We have to show him the footage of this in the morning Sammy." Tears of laughter spring from your eyes, your nightmare forgotten.

"Way ahead of you baby." He smirks up at you while looking pointing to his laptop, which is open and hacked into the security cameras of the motel room.

"You absolute fucking moldy sandwich of a man."