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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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Day 5: 100 word Drabble

Dean x gn!reader

Summary: waking up next to Dean

A/n: I know I haven’t posted in ages. Apologies, I’m doing my masters, and it’s incredibly stressful. Hopefully I can write a little more in the next semester. But today, I was bored in a seminar, so you’re welcome 😂

Word count: 101

Waking up next to Dean wasn’t something new. But it was something y/n, looked forward to everyday. The warmth of his toned chest against their back, the way he had his arm lazily thrown across them, pinning them to the bed (Not that they’d ever want to move). The soft little breathes he released as he slept peacefully along side them, the way his nose was peppered with freckles. Everything about waking up next to Dean was dream worthy. They might never be able to have the apple pie life, but to y/n, everything they wanted was right in front of them.