Sam Winchester Imagines

#25 Sweet Dream or a Beautiful Nightmare

He stood a full six feet in height. His muscular, sleek muscles rippling under skin that were unnaturally smooth and featureless. The left side of his face was black in colour while right side of his face was chalk white. His hairline started at the top of his head. Black hair gently cascaded down his back down to his elbows. His beady eyes were red in colour. A row of long jagged fang-like teeth lined his large mouth. His lips which are ruby red in colour appeared to be in a perpetual grin. He wore a red ruff. A sharp iron coloured claw came out of each hand fingers and thumb. In his hands he holds a wicked looking scythe as though it were an extension of himself. His glassy black eyes were void of emotion as they stared you down. His thick pancake makeup had a bright red smile drawn across his face but this thing was far from happy. He was dressed like a normal clown except the bright fluorescent colours had long faded and the dingy material was now torn and frayed. The scariest thing about him was not his looks or his voice. The thing that brought goose bumps to your arms was the sound of jingle bells that were sewn throughout his clothes. The dainty sound of the bells let you know every time the clown was near. His body was stiff. He moved slow but with purpose.

He was a thing of nightmares.

The paralyzing hurt spread through your body like icy, liquid metal. You clenched your fists as you hesitantly took each step. You noticed your feet tremble. Your legs twitched, fighting the impulse to whirl around and sprint down that damp, shadowed corridor; your throat closed in threat of screaming into the darkness to an unresponsive being, and your jaw became tight. Fire in the form of water stung your nut brown eyes, threatening their attack. You crunched my teeth over my lip harder than you ever had. Salty blood filled your mouth. Slowly, your brain picked up your feet in an unbalanced gait, carelessly dropping the lead weights to the ground with each harrowing step. Reality tried to tap its way into your marching brain's rhythm. You were going to die if you didn't pick up you feet and bolt to the nearest exit.

The clown came bounding towards you but you couldn't for the life of you move. Your feet were glued to the floor and there was no sign of the clown slowing down. He was an inch from your face and you could feel his warm, bad smelling breath on you face. 

That's when you woke up.

You were scared out of your wits, hot, bothered and looking around for something you recognised. Then, the realisation that it was a nightmare, came crashing into your mind and you began to think you were a bit silly for getting yourself worked up. Then you tried to go back to sleep, but you had a nagging sensation in the back of your mind which stopped you drifting off. In the end you decided to get up out of bed and seek the comfort of Sam who's room was only next door to yours.

You didn't know the time exactly but you knew it was late, or early,  enough for Sam to be fast asleep. His bedroom door was ajar so you slipped through the miniscule gap and padded over to the edge of Sam's bed that wasn't being slept in. You slipped under the covers and heard him stir.

"Hey, Y/N? Did you get lost?" Sam murmured huskily.

You shook your head slowly, trying not to cry.

"Nightmare" you whispered, voice cracking.

Sam pulled you into his chest "The clown one again?" 

You nodded crying into his chest a little. Sam held you tighter as you both layed there in the darkness. The only sounds that could be heard was the soft shushes coming from Sam and the quiet sobs coming from you. Eventually, your sobs subsided and you were becoming sleepy again. You raised your head up to Sam.

"I'm sorry I woke you Sammy"

"It's okay, don't apologise" Sam smiled, kissing your forehead.

You heard Sam whisper 123 before he leant into kiss you softly on the lips. (A/N If you know where thats from, good for you) You didn't hesitate to return the kiss but you still didn't understand why. You pulled away slowly and looked into his eyes.

"Wha-what was that?" you whispered.

"I'm sorry Y/N, I've liked you for a long time now and I just c-" you cut him off by kissing him again.

"It's okay Winchester, why do you think I chose to come to your room?" 

Sam just chuckled and kissed your head.

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