could you pls write a Sam x Sister/daughter!reader where she's been refusing to sleep due to her having nightmares about him dying?? I'm in need of Sammy fluff<3
Word Count: 1135
Warnings: mild swearing
A/N: so I haven’t written a lot of daughter!fics but I love it anyways:)) thanks for sending @straightasdeanwinchester so I can get off my ass and write lol & sorry if this is up later than you wanted but here! it! is!
ALSO credit to Wikipedia for giving me info on vampires and no dad I am not going through “that phase”
Apotropaic’s, items able to ward off revenants, are common in vampire folklore. Garlic is a common example, a branch of wild rose and hawthorn plant are said to harm vampires, and in Europe, sprinkling mustard seeds on the roof of a house was said to keep them away. Other apotropaic’s include sacred items, for example a crucifix, rosary, or holy water. Vampires are said to be unable to walk on consecrated ground, such as that of churches or temples, or cross running water.
Y/N sighed as she flipped the page, eyes drooping. She clenched and unclenched her fist, trying to fight off the sleep that was overtaking her. No, she thought sternly to herself. You gotta stay awake. No more sleeping.
Of course, that was ridiculous. Y/N knew she couldn’t go on forever without sleeping, but she’d be damned if she wouldn’t at least try first.
Every night she slumbered was a night waking up in hot sweats with shaking hands and a name on her lips she didn’t dare speak for fear of being heard- or even worse, of not. It was never the exact same dream, but it all played out the same: she was hunting with her family, and she never got there in time. She was always too slow, too unprepared, too much worry and not enough action. It was always too much, yet not enough.
Unfortunately, this also kept her from staying on her toes. Y/N was so zoned out on her text that when her father walked in on her- at 3am, wrapped in a light blanket while curled up in her chair in the library- she jumped when he placed a hand on her shoulder. He jumped back, raising his hands in mock surrender, smile fading when he saw the bags under your eyes.
“Y/N?” he asked softly. “You okay?” She blinked slowly before answering.
“Yeah,” she sighed. “Jus’ a bit tired, ‘s all. I’ll be fine.” Her dad’s frown deepened. He crouched, coming to her level. Damn his moosey figure, she cursed in her head.
“If you’re tired, Y/N, you should go to bed,” he placed a hand on her knee, stroking it with his thumb. He moved to take the book from her, but she clung to it tightly. He frowned at her, but she just looked away.
“No.” She said quickly, shuffling in her seat. “Thanks, but no. I want to… finish this. It’s riveting stuff, you know.” She attempted eye contact, but his eyes were disbelieving. “What?”
“Riveting?” he asked, incredulous. “Really? Y/N, I don’t remember the last time you read a lore book for fun.”
“Maybe you just haven’t caught me,” she challenged. She tried to make the words clear, but they came out slightly jumbled.
“Oh really,” he arched an eyebrow challengingly. “Y/N, what’s the last thing you’ve read?”
“Pfft,” she rolled her eyes. “Easy. It was… er, I know it was vampires- or, werewolves? No, vamps. Right, right, because… well… um, it was something about… water? Yeah, water.”
Sam looked at her, disbelief etched into his features. Y/N looked away.
“Y/N,” he started softly. “Y/N.” He said more sternly when she didn’t respond. Y/N looked up, concern in his eyes. “When was the last time you slept?”
“What day is it?” she asked. He looked at her suspiciously.
“Wednesday,” he said slowly. His eyes squinted. He had a feeling he wasn’t going to like the answer.
“Well, it’s been…” she counted her fingers. His eyebrows rocketed when she moved to count on the other hand as well. “Only six days. It’s really not that bad!”
“Not that bad.” He repeated, standing up. “Not that bad? Y/N, six days is a long time. Why the hell would you-” he stopped in front of her. “Y/N…” he said softly, kneeling down again.
“I don’t wanna talk about it,” she muttered.
“We have to-”
“No. We don’t.” He sighed, hanging his head down. A second later, he looked up at her, a mischevious grin plastered on his face. She frowned.
“You’re still going to bed, though.”
Before Y/N could protest, Sam had scooped her up into his arms and was carrying her off to her room. She squeaked in protest, but it was faint. Sam gently rocked her, quickly lulling her into slumber.
“I don’t like it up here,” she grumbled, causing him to laugh.
Nudging the door open to her room, he gently placed her in her bed. He pulled the covers over her head, and leaned down to press a kiss to it.
“I love you, Y/N,” he sighed. She hummed a response, which sounded like a
“Love you too,” but he couldn’t quite make it out. He turned to leave, but Y/N’s hand shot out from under her pillow to tug on his shirt hem.
“Stay?” she whispered. He looked softly at her before drawing back the covers. He settled in beside her as her fingers held fast to his flannel.
After a while, he felt her stir. She hadn’t fallen asleep, but he could tell she was fighting it. She was trembling slightly.
“It’s okay,” he murmured, rubbing soothing circles into her back. “I’m here, it’s okay.” Her trembling stopped, and she let out a shaky breath. After a long minute, she spoke.
“You were gone,” she whispered, her voice cracking. Sam’s heart broke, but continued to rub her back. “We’re always hunting, and I’m always too late, too slow… I can’t do anything. And the blood…” she sobbed silently, a few tears leaking out and onto his shirt. “There’s so much. It was everywhere, all over my hands and I turned to Uncle De but-”
“Hey, hey,” he shushed her. She was quivering in his arms. “I’m right here. I’m still in one piece. Dean’s here, too. We’re all alive and well. It’s okay.”
“It’s not all okay,” she mumbled. “It’s not okay I see that every time I close my eyes, that I have to check in on you every night to see that you’re alive. It’s not okay. It’s not fair.” She let out another sob. He kissed the top of her head.
“I know it’s not fair,” he whispered comfortingly, stroking her hair now. “It’s not fair, it’s not okay, and I hate that you’re feeling this. But you know what? I’m right here. We’re together. We’re real. Those nightmares are not. Your uncle is too damn stubborn to let me die, and he’d never let you go, either.” Y/N let out a wet laugh.
“True,” she chuckled shakily. After a moment, she spoke again. “I love you, dad.”
“I love you, too,” he responded. “More than you could imagine.”
He felt her nestle closer, sighing contently. Moments later, her breathing became regular and small. He smiled contentedly at his daughter before dozing off beside her.
