Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #65: I'm Tired

This imagine is dedicated to thestrals-

Imagine: You haven't been sleeping well, and Sam and Dean notice.

Age: 15

Four hours. Over the past week, that's how much I've slept. Four. Damn. Hours.

It's not like I'm trying to stay awake. I try my hardest to sleep. But there's just too much. The hunts and the people and the monsters.

The dark is just a bit too dark for me.

But I don't think I can take it anymore.

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"Y/n? Hey! Are you with us?" Dean snapped his fingers from where he sat leaning against the headboard of his bed in the motel room, legs extending in front of him. Sam sat next to me at a little table, the same little table that seemed to be in every motel room across the U.S.

I jerked my head up from where it was slumped against my hand, snorting slightly as I forced my heavy eyes to open wider.

"What? Yeah, I'm here." I slurred, waving my hand, "No, I definitely think it's a vampire."

"Y/n, vampire wasn't even an option," Sam said, concern lacing his voice, "Dean asked if it was a werewolf or a witch. Are you sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine, I meant to say werewolf. A monster is a monster, is it not?" I said, my voice snippy as I crossed my arms and slid further down in the seat.

"Anyway," Dean said, drawing out the word as he gave me a suspicious stare, "We can't do anything else today. We have to wait until tomorrow."

"I thought we were talking to the families today?" I asked, suddenly more involved as my eyes peeled open a bit wider.

"We got in too late," Sam responded, a look in his eye. Got in too late? It's like five. I didn't buy it for a second, "I'm gonna go get some food. You guys chill here."

Without another word Sam got up and hastily left the room, grabbing up Baby's keys and throwing on a jacket.

I gave him a look as he left, an eyebrow raised questioningly, but eventually I shrugged and reached for a lore book sitting on the table, intending to get my laptop and research during my extra time.

"Y/n," Dean's whining voice halted me in my tracks and I rolled my heavy eyes, "Come sit with me, I'm cold."

"Then get a blanket, I'm researching." I threw back, avoiding his eyes as I opened the lore book.

"Blankets can't cuddle." He argued, crossing his arms like a child. I gave an inward sigh and threw him a bitchface, but he simply puffed out his lower lip, "Please?"

Eventually I rolled my eyes again and gave an audibly annoyed sigh, closing the book and kicking off my boots as I crawled into the bed beside him. Almost immediately he pulled my back to his chest and began playing with my hair, humming Hey Jude as I struggled to keep my eyes open.

It wasn't until the fourth time that I had jerked my head up again that I put two and two together.

"You set this up, didn't you?" I asked quietly, my knees curling up to my chest as my pressed myself further to his warmth.

"Y/n, you've slept maybe four hours this week. You were practically falling asleep on your feet. You need this. Please go to sleep." Dean said, his thumb rubbing up and down your arm as he kissed the side of your head.

"We have a job to work." I protested vainly, not really wanting to reveal the fact that the sleep wasn't coming not because I didn't want it, it wasn't coming because I couldn't stand to be alone.

"And we can't work that job with a half-conscious hunter." Dean retorted, and I heaved a long sigh.

"There's-- there's something about the dark, and sleeping alone--" My voice was quiet as I spoke, and he drew me closer as I did-- "I'm trying to sleep. I just can't."

"Then sleep with me tonight," Dean responded after a moment, sliding down beneath the covers and dragging me with him, "sleep with me tomorrow night and the next night and however many nights you need to sleep. Please. I can't stand seeing you so weary."

He pulled the covers high over the two of us and wrapped me up in his embrace, my head falling his chest as my eyes closed.

Sam returned a few minutes later, and after an angry shush from Dean he put the food no one wanted in the fridge and turned off the lights, flooding the room with darkness as he slipped into his own bed.

The feeling of that darkness woke me before I remembered the feeling of Dean's arms.

My eyes snapped open and my breathing quickened as I stared at the nothing before me.

But then he moved.

He shifted in the bed and pulled me closer and suddenly I remembered.

My eyes fell shut once more.

And they didn't open again until the sun was rising the next morning.