Sam and Dean Winchester had been your best friends for as long as you could remember. You grew up hunting together, long before any of you were old enough to understand how dangerous it really was.

Sam had always carried a quiet crush on you, but when you started dating someone, he buried those feelings and tried to move on.

Then your boyfriend was killed by a pack of werewolves. A fight gone wrong. And the worst part wasn’t losing him, you were being forced to watch it happen, unable to stop it.

You’d been having nightmares ever since. Every night, you were forced to relive it—the helplessness, the fear, and the moment you lost him right in front of you.

You were asleep in the backseat of the Impala when the nightmare struck again. Sam noticed immediately. He recognized the restless movements and strained breathing all too well.

Gently, he reached back and shook your shoulder.

You jolted awake, sitting upright with a gasp, your heart hammering in your chest. Sam was already looking at you, concern written all over his face. “Hey, Easy. You’re okay.” he said softly. “