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Creepy Crawly
Sam x gn!reader
Summary: The bunker protects the reader and the boys from evil. Well, not from all evil.
A/n – This is basically what happened to me last night, apart from having a Sam to save me. I slept on the sofa, and I haven’t been upstairs since. Dreading going back to bed tonight! I hate spiders!
Warnings – Mentions of Spiders, Mention and description of panic attacks.
Word count – 1026
You just couldn’t get comfortable, after going to bed two hours ago, and indulging yourself in your favourite tv show, something just didn’t feel right. The bed was too lumpy, too soft, too hard; you were too hot under the duvet cover, but too cold to not have the thin cover over your body. Something just wasn’t sitting right, something making the hairs on your arm stand up. It wasn’t a monster; the bunker was protected against any evil.
Sitting up slowly, you squinted, taking in your surroundings. It was hard to see with the room being so dark, but nothing was out of place, the wardrobe and bedside table were still situated in the same place. The wardrobe doors were shut like you left them, and your personal items were still scattered across the top of your bedside table. Sighing, you lay back down. Nothing was wrong, but yet something was still off.
“Maybe if I just turn on the lamp” You whispered to yourself, reaching over, and pressing the little switch. The warm yellow glow of the lamp illuminating the room. “Nothing’s out of place” you talk to yourself “Everything’s where it belongs.”
Suddenly, you catch movement out the corner of your eye, your head whips round staring at the door. Your heart starts thumping manically, bile rising in your throat. Your hands cover your lips, muffling a small scream, you don’t want to wake the boys. The creature starts to move again, towards your bedside table, tears start to pool in your eyes.
“You’re ok (y/n), just breathe” you say to yourself, eyes focused on the area where the creature has slinked into the darkness. Slowly, building the courage, you reach forward picking up some easy clothes to change into, as well as grabbing a lore book; there’s no way you’re sleeping tonight.
Your heart rate has slowed, your breathing coming back to a normal rate. The creature still out of sight. “Right, I’ll grab all my things, and run out the door. I’ll be ok” You give yourself a pep talk. Placing your foot down on the rug, that’s when you see it.
The big black creature, scurrying across your floor back toward the door, its hairy eight legs moving un-naturally. The spider catches you by surprise and you let out a small squeal. Your eyes follow its every move, your heart pounding out of your chest, tears cascading down your cheeks. You can feel a panic attack coming on.
The spider is now by your door its thick legs tapping the wood. “I’m trapped” you sputter, “It’s blocking the door. How do I get out?” you question yourself, voice cracking. Your body frozen in place, almost like your paralyzed and the only thing you can move are your eyes.
Abruptly, the spider moves again, this time faster. Its black legs sending chills down your spine, and then it gone again, down by the side of your bedside table. Hoping that it stays there long enough for you to escape, you focus on calming your breathing. Once you feel like you have your body under control again, you wipe the few tears off your face.
Your body is still too scared to fully move, yet you’re able to gather a few items you’ll need for the night once you’ve left. “This is so stupid. It’s probably more scared of me then I am of it… maybe not.” You mutter as you pick up your phone, the screen lighting up to read 1am. “I wish I wasn’t this scared.”
Leaning down to grab your phone charger from the plug socket, your hand brushes the plastic plug, before freezing. You’re in a stare off, the dark big spider, blending into your dark oak side table. It leaps towards you, its hairy thick legs rushing towards your exposed skin.
It’s now or never, as the spider almost lands on you, you grab the few things you had already gathered, before sprinting to your door. Throwing it open, the door ricochets on its hinge. But you don’t look back, your legs carrying you towards your location and away from your worst nightmare. “I guess the bunker does let some evil in” you pant as you arrive in the library.
Finding the small, comfy seat in the corner, you sit down with a sigh, being away from the spider means that its easier for you think clearly. Checking the time, you see that its 2:30am. “It took me an hour and a half to escape. But at least I’m safe now!” You let out a breathy laugh, “I can hunt the things that go bump in the night but can’t save myself from a spider.”
When you open your eyes, its early morning, your head feels groggy but you’re glad you managed to get some shut eye. All you can remember before you went to sleep was the big black spider, you’re surprised you didn’t have a nightmare. “I wonder if it’s still in my room” You murmur, thoughts of the creature of darkness crawling over your skin as you try to sleep.
Promptly, your thoughts were interrupted the door to the library opening, as Sam padded in, yawning, and stretching; a small amount of his flannel rising, displaying his sculpted stomach.
“Oh, (y/a)! What are you doing up sweetheart?” He questioned, his eyes calming and soothing. Tears started to build up in your eyes, a small one dribbling down your cheek. His face scrunching up in worry.
“There was a spider, in my room. Like big.” You wave your hands around to demonstrate.
“Why didn’t you wake me (y/n), you know I would have saved you” Sam mumbled, wiping the tears away from the corners of your eyes.
“I’m sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry about Sweetheart. Go to my room, get some sleep and I’ll go check your room”
Standing silently, you nod your head at the gentle giant, a breathy ‘thank you’ tumbling off of your lips.
You might be scared of spiders, but you smile as you know the boys, especially your man will always protect you; even if it’s just a creepy crawly.
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Wish, I could have told you sooner
Day 2: No dialogue
Dean x reader
Summary: Dean wishes he had spoke sooner
a/n:I said this would take longer than 30 days XD. Heres day two! Very angsty. I love angst (if you couldnt tell).
warnings: Angst, and more angst
word count: 625
Dean stared at the bright phone screen. The phone displaying all his messages sent to you, the little green text boxes haunting him, teasing him even. Every single one had been sent and delivered, yet never read; and he knew deep down, that they would never be read. Dean was in his own world, nothing around him mattered, he was numb yet felt everything at the same time, though his eyes still stayed fixated on the screen in front of him. It was only when the texts and screen started to become difficult to read and became blurry, did Dean realise he was crying. Tears dropping onto the messages, magnifying the words.
Dean always used to say no chick flick moments. Normally, he kept his heart caged, locked up with his emotions; but today all his rules went out the window. Before he would have scrubbed furiously at his eyes until they were red and raw, but to the point where he knew his tears had been erased. But today he didn’t care. He didn’t care who would see him; he just continued to sit there, allowing his tears to dribble down his cheek before dripping onto the phone screen.
Dean was warm in his suit, he never really dressed for the nines. But today was different. He felt uncomfortable, and restricted. The impala felt smaller and didn’t feel like home. Baby pulled up by the green grass, the driver Dean had hired not speaking a word. Dean clutched at the flowers in his hands, knuckles going red and purple. He could tell he was nervous, his hands were getting sweaty, so he gripped the flowers tighter. He took one last look at his phone, before slipping it into his suit pocket. The inward battle to get out of the car was almost too great, and he nearly asked the driver to turn around, so he could go back to bed; but he knew you would want him to be there. So, he slowly clambered out the car, his legs were wobbly, and he felt like a baby dear learning to walk, but he put one foot in front of the other, walking towards the green grass, to where the others were stood.
It felt like Dean had been stood for hours, yet in reality it was 5 minutes. He spotted his brother first, and bobby. Before he saw the brown stained wood, formed to perfection. It was quiet and no one said a word. Dean was asked if he wanted to help carry you out, but he couldn’t do it. He didn’t want to believe in was you being carried.
He watched as you were lowered softly and gently into your new home. He hardly paid attention to anything else. He felt like someone else was in control of him, almost as this was all a bad dream. He pinched himself yet didn’t wake up. It wasn’t a bad dream; it was a real-life nightmare.
He watched as people started to turn and walk away. He watched as your gravestone was placed, and you were covered with dirt. He watched until he was the last one left. He watched until he collapsed into a heap. Head leaning against the cold stone, which bared your name, Tears gushing down his face, his hands still clenching onto the flowers, like they were the only thing keeping him alive. He cried for hours, until the heavens opened, and his tears were inconspicuous from the rain. He cried for your loss, even when the evening came, and the sun started setting. He cried. He stayed until he was exhausted, his tears running out. He didn’t get to tell you everything he wanted to, and now he never would.
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Sneaky little looks
Day 4: Pining
Eddie munson x Jason adoptive sibling reader
Summary: Stealing glances and little looks, is the only way you could ever get close to Eddie
A/n: This has not been proof read, sorry. Also so sorry i’ve been gone. Super busy starting my masters soon, so stressed! Hopefully I’ll be able to be back more regularly soon.
Warnings: None
word count: 457
“Y/n!” The shrill voice of Mrs Smith cut through the silence of the class, everyone’s heads whipping round, multiple pairs of beady eyes staring into your soul. You could feel your face heating up, and you felt like you were going to explode. You just wanted to shrivel up within yourself or melt into a puddle like the wicked witch of the west.
“Stop staring into space and pay attention” Her voice became higher as she stalked towards you desk, slamming her hand down on the wooden table, making you and your stationary jump. She roughly grabbed the shut textbook on your desk, and flicked through the pages aggressively, tearing the corners of the pristine book slightly. Your eyes were wide staring, into her small sunken eyes that seem void of life. She suddenly lifted her hand, jabbing her wrinkly old finger onto the page, every jab accentuated by a word. “One” Jab “More” Jab “Warning” Jab “And” jab “You’ll” jab “get” jab “attention” Jab, jab, jab. She was jabbing the book so hard you through her finger was going to break.
The class erupted into whispers, groups of friends were muttering, every so often staring over in your direction. Some people just looked over at you in pity, others snarled at you. But everyone’s head bolted forward, when Mrs smith suddenly shrieked “Shut up!!” and suddenly all the attention that was on you had left as quickly as it came.
The material in the class was boring, and you knew you were going to drift off into sleep soon, the textbook that was ripped open, left ignored in front of you, your eyes drifting out of the window, spotting the long black-haired guy who had caught your attention. Everyone called him a freak, a devil worshiper, his whole group being the social pariah of high school. But to you, he was mysterious, he played his cards close to his chest, and you wanted to be able to sneak up behind him and read those cards over his shoulder. It’s part of the reason you started to learn to play dungeon and dragons. You wanted to be able to join hellfire, become part of Eddie’s close circle and see him for who he really was, but being Jason’s adoptive sibling, meant that you couldn’t. You instead had to steal secretive glances across the cafeteria, in the hallways, and out the window as your brother drove you home. It meant learning d&d in private, hiding any evidence under your bed, away from your bully brother. It meant going to all your brother’s games whenever you just wanted to try and join hellfire. It meant pining after Eddie Munson, the guy who owned your heart and had no idea.
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