Supernatural; Snuggle Meme Drabble.
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Dean/Jamie
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the Supernatural world, I just RP in it. It all belongs to the God known as Eric Kripke.
Notes: Written for the_impala_kid from the Snuggle/Hug Meme.
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The nightmares were not something Jamie was aware of until she saw Dean again and they spent the night together.
She thought it might have been out of the blue from the stress of a more recent job, but then it got more persistent, him startling awake in the middle of the night, shaking. If she knew him at all, the last thing he would want was to appear vulnerable, and he didn't want to be babied or get pestered with redundant questions of 'Are you okay?' and 'What's wrong?'.
Of course he wasn't fine. Of course something was wrong. But she didn't bring it up, simply pretending that he didn't wake her up.
In truth, Jamie desperately wanted to help, and it twisted at her heart to know that she couldn't, that there was a part of his past that she didn't understand. She didn't know what it was like, the things he and Sam faced and had to of done, growing up as they did.
But as stubborn and strong as he was and always would be, he was still human, and everyone deserved some comfort every now and then.
One night, when he headed out into the living room after another nightmare, she followed him out silently. He turned towards her, sensing movement, and his lips immediately parted to mutter out an excuse for why he was up. Before he could finish, though, she walked over and settled in next to him on the couch. Not saying a word, Jamie leaned over and wrapped an arm around him, resting her cheek against his chest gently.
She felt him sigh and some of the tension in his body, even temporarily, softened. His arm found its way around her in return, and they just sat there together.
She wasn't going to ask, nor did she need to. At the end of the day, he was still Dean, she was still going to be there, and she wouldn't change a thing.
Characters: Dean/Jamie
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the Supernatural world, I just RP in it. It all belongs to the God known as Eric Kripke.
Notes: Written for the_impala_kid from the Snuggle/Hug Meme.
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The nightmares were not something Jamie was aware of until she saw Dean again and they spent the night together.
She thought it might have been out of the blue from the stress of a more recent job, but then it got more persistent, him startling awake in the middle of the night, shaking. If she knew him at all, the last thing he would want was to appear vulnerable, and he didn't want to be babied or get pestered with redundant questions of 'Are you okay?' and 'What's wrong?'.
Of course he wasn't fine. Of course something was wrong. But she didn't bring it up, simply pretending that he didn't wake her up.
In truth, Jamie desperately wanted to help, and it twisted at her heart to know that she couldn't, that there was a part of his past that she didn't understand. She didn't know what it was like, the things he and Sam faced and had to of done, growing up as they did.
But as stubborn and strong as he was and always would be, he was still human, and everyone deserved some comfort every now and then.
One night, when he headed out into the living room after another nightmare, she followed him out silently. He turned towards her, sensing movement, and his lips immediately parted to mutter out an excuse for why he was up. Before he could finish, though, she walked over and settled in next to him on the couch. Not saying a word, Jamie leaned over and wrapped an arm around him, resting her cheek against his chest gently.
She felt him sigh and some of the tension in his body, even temporarily, softened. His arm found its way around her in return, and they just sat there together.
She wasn't going to ask, nor did she need to. At the end of the day, he was still Dean, she was still going to be there, and she wouldn't change a thing.