Request: Like A Princess
Request: Imagine readerxsam and on a hunt Sam snaps and drinks demon blood and the reader tries to pull him off but Sam uses his demon powers on her to sling her against the wall and she gets hurt and he finishes draining the body b4 noticing what he has done
Word Count: 1,022
Here it is, I hope you like it!:)
Eight of them against two of you. Just fantastic.
Two dead demons lie on the floor and one falls in front of you. Sam makes a slash at one and it glows a bright orange, before the body falls to the floor. The knife is tossed your way and you skillfully catch it, stabbing at the next one that comes at you.
Over the years, your tandem fighting has become something to be feared.
You toss him the knife but he ducks, letting it slam into the chest of the sixth demon. He grabs it, slashing at the next two. As they fall to the floor, so does the knife. You’re both out of breath.
That’s when you catch him staring at the growing pool of blood around your feet. You take his arm, going to pull him away from the apparent allure of the red liquid.
“C’mon, Sam.”
“Just give me a sec.” He says, voice strained. You nod, stepping back.
It’s a flash of movement, so fast that you don’t have time to react. He drops to his knees and grabs the closest corpse, opening up a deep cut in its arm with the knife and pressing his mouth to the wound.
For a second, you’re too shocked to do anything. He can’t be doing this. He’s been clean for weeks.
You grab him by the shoulder, ready to rip him from the source. He turns, however, redness coating his lips and holds out a hand.
He literally growls at you. Literally. You don’t have time to back off, to call Dean, before his hand is held out towards you and suddenly, you’re flying backwards across the room. You crash into the wall, head slamming against the brick before you clatter to the floor.
Vision hazy, you wipe at your nose. Your hand comes away bloody and pain radiates throughout your whole.
Your right wrist can’t take any pressure at all, from the landing, and you can’t seem to clear that blackness, threatening to invade your vision. You can only watch, heartbeat echoing through your ears, as Sam drains the body dry. Your whole frame is shaking and the redness of the blood glows against the wooden-effect floor.
“S-Sam!” You choke out, trying to drag yourself over to him. You have to stop him. You have to. If it’s the last thing you manage to do. “Stop. Please.” You whisper. He doesn’t hear, though. He doesn’t so much as acknowledge your existence until he drops the body to the floor.
He takes you in- the blood leaking from your nose and the way you’ve curled yourself into a ball. And suddenly, it hits him like a ton of bricks.
“Oh, no. No, no, no. No. Y/N!” His eyes widen and he stares at his hands, willing the crimson stains to disappear. He nearly falls down beside you, grabbing your shoulders.
You wince, shying away from him. You’re not scared, per se, but you don’t want to be near him right now. Not hyped up on demon blood, not with those capabilities. You just… you can’t.
You shake your head, desperately willing your vision to clear, for the world to stop dancing around you.
You cough, and the world takes a sharp turn. He lets you go, pure terror craved into his features.
“Don’t leave me. Please.” He slides an arm beneath your knees, the other going around your back as he picks you up. No matter how uneasy you are, you can’t help but lay your head on his shoulder.
By the time he gets you to the car, you’re slightly less dizzy. Probably concussion, you decide.
“Y/N? You with me?” He asks, settling you in the shotgun seat.
“Mmm.” You sigh, closing your eyes for a blissful second.
“No, no. No. Eyes open.” His voice is shaking, and you force your eyes to open. “Good. Okay. Stay there!”
The door closes, the sound reverberating in your ears unpleasantly. He gets into the car beside you, but the darkness becomes too tempting and you’re dropped into a pit of blackness.
***
“Y/N?” A hand takes yours and you force your eyes open. It’s like emerging from the deepest ocean. You take a gasp of air, going to sit up. You’re coaxed back to lying, though, and you frown, confused.
“Sam?” You whisper. He smiles and nods, squeezing your hand slightly.
“It’s me.”
“Good.” You say quietly. He just stares at you, slightly surprised.
“I-“
“I know.” You interrupt, pushing his hand away so you can sit up. Upon further inspection, you’re in a small motel room with a couple of beds. He’s pulled up a chair beside the bed you’re lying on.
You draw your knees up to your chest and lay your chin on them, looking at him.
“No. I messed up. And I…” He shrugs, “I hate it. I hate myself. I hurt you. You were out for almost a day and I thought you were going to die and it would be all my fault and I’d never forgive myself.”
“You have try harder than that to get rid of me.” You smile. He sighs.
“That’s not funny.”
“I wasn’t trying to be.” You say seriously.
He sighs, “Look, if you want me to go, I’ll go. I won’t bother you or anything.”
There’s a long silence, then, “I don’t want you to go.”
“But-“
“I know what happened. My head wasn’t hit that hard. But I don’t want to lose you. Not over this, not over anything. So…” You take a breath, and run a hand through your tousled hair, “Yeah, I guess.”
He leans in and so do you, and as your lips meet you can almost feel the wave of relief course through him.
“Now, you stay there and let me treat you like a princess.” He says as you pull away. You laugh softly.
“Does this princess get cuddles?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. You shift over on the bed and he laughs.
“This princess gets whatever she wants.” He says, climbing into the bed and wrapping you up in a safe embrace.
Request: You Just Wait
Request: Can you write one where Reader has been hunting with the boys for a few years, and along the way she fell for Dean and gets jealous whenever he ogles other women? One day, she realizes she’s deeply in love with him, but finds him with another chick, and she acts all harsh toward him. So Sam gets the idea of what’s going on and he comforts her like a brother and shtuff. So, not very romantic, but you can write a part two if you’d like :)
Word Count: 879
Here it is, I hope you like it!:)
ALSO, if you guys think a part two would be good, let me know because I’d love to write a part two to this.
“Hey, Y/N, you coming tonight?” Dean asks. You glance up, then shake your head.
“I’m exhausted. You two go have fun.” You smile, yawning as is to prove your point. He nods.
“Alright. Call us if you need anything.”
“You know I will.” You assure him. As he leaves, you watch him, your eyes lingering for maybe a moment longer than they should. The door closes, and you’re left on your own once more.
You’ve been hunting with the Winchester brothers for years- you’d been left solo after a djinn got its hands on your best friend and hunting buddy. They’d found you, working on the same case, and with your efforts, the work had halved and you just worked so well together, so naturally, you joined them.
Sure, it’s been a rocky-ass road. Sure, you’ve been through a lot together, but there’s no-one in the world you’d rather be with than them, and they feel exactly the same about you.
Yet, lately, you find yourself more gravitated towards the elder of the brothers. You try to deny it- that kind of thing can only end in disaster, you tell yourself, but you can’t help it. More and more, he’s on your mind. Every time he so much as looks at you, your stomach does flips and you lose the ability to speak.
It hits you like a ton of bricks.
You’re in love with this guy. Like, love. For years, love has been an emotion forbidden to you- it only ever ends in pain. But it’s happened.
You sit, staring into space, just thinking- how did this happen? Head over heels. I’m like some teenage girl.
Does he feel the same? At all?
You decide to find him and tell him. Maybe it’s stupid but it’s better than sitting, hoping, silently begging him to say something. You pull a jacket around your shoulders and head out, not bothering to turn off the light.
Hugging the soft leather around yourself, you find yourself bathed in the warm light streaming from the bar’s windows. You’re about to head inside, though, when you hear an unusual noise from around the corner of the bar.
You might be on a mission, but you do work a ‘round the clock job.
Once again hidden by the darkness, you slip down the side of the bar and into an alley.
Your heart falls through your feet and into the ground as you see Dean pressing another girl to the wall, his lips crashing against hers again and again.
“Hey- hey. We have a friend.” The girl giggles. You don’t even think she’s drunk. Dean pulls away, and looks at you.
“Wait- Y/N? Is everything okay?”
“Oh, everything’s peachy.” You hiss, suddenly filled with a hard, cold anger.
“Who the hell is she?” The girl questions, “Is she your-?”
“No.” You and Dean say in unison.
“Just a friend, don’t worry.” He assures her. She frowns, but goes with it.
Dean raises an eyebrow, “Is there a problem?”
“No. I said I was fine.” You turn on your heel, and start walking, “Have fun.” You ignore the tears burning behind your eyes, focusing instead on injecting as much venom into your tone as you possibly can.
You walk and walk and walk, not knowing or caring where you’re going. Over roads, through a small forest. Sure, you’ll go back. You just need a minute.
That’s when you hear the familiar purr of the Impala’s engine. You’d recognise it anywhere.
Oh, no. He followed me.Is your first thought, though you refuse to run. That’s not what you do. Usually.
It’s not Dean who emerges from the car, however, it’s Sam. He hurries over to you.
“Where have you been?” He asks, checking you over for injuries.
“I’m fine! I just needed ten minutes away, that’s all.” You say quietly, rubbing your eyes in frustration.
“You’ve been gone for an hour and a half, Y/N. We thought something’d…” He shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair.
“An hour and a half?” You ask, surprised. “I just needed a walk, after…”
“After you saw Dean?” He suggests. You look at him, eyes widened.
“How did you know that?”
“He called me, said you looked pretty upset and he couldn’t figure out why so he asked if I could find you and you were gone. Neither of us could find you, your phone tracer said you were still at the motel…” You must have left it in your hurry to leave. Ridiculous.
You sit yourself down on a grassy verge and run a hand through your hair. There’s a long moment of quiet, interrupted only by the hum of passing cars.
“You love him, don’t you?” Sam whispers. You merely nod, and the younger Winchester sighs.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
Again, quiet.
“You’d be good for him.” Sam says. You scoff.
“He’s doing just fine on his own, apparently.”
“He thinks he is.” An arm goes over your shoulders and you lean into Sam’s half-hug. “He’ll come around.”
“Don’t bet on it. Sam, I’m over it.” You lie, trying to appease him. “I was being stupid.”
He rolls his eyes, and squeezes you tighter to him, shielding you against the cold night air. “You just wait.“
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request for: @supernatural-teen-wolf-craze
pairing: Reader x Sam
word count: 458
*~*~*
“Mrs. Winchester.” Sam placed his hand on the small of your back and led you into the party hosted at the museum.
“Man,” Dean walked up to the two of you, dressed in his server’s uniform. “Why do you two always get to be the married couple?”
“Because Y/N likes me better.” Sam winked at you, holding his arm out for you to take.
You looped your arm through his and walked towards the edge of the ballroom, strategizing your plan.
“After we convince people that we’re married,” You began, talking soft enough that only Sam could hear, “We can sneak off and start looking for the ghosts old confederate uniform.”
Sam nodded and smiled at the waiter, grabbing two glasses of champagne from the tray. “Sell first, gank later. I got it.” He handed you the drink.
When the two of you were done, you placed your drinks back on the table. Sam extended his hand towards you. “Care to dance, Mrs. Winchester?”
You smiled, containing a small laugh and grabbing Sam’s hand. “I would love to.”
Sam led the two of you out onto the dance floor and placed his hand on your waist. You rolled your eyes and moved closer, shooting him a wink.
“We’re married.” You reminded him.
He let out a breathless laugh and pulled you closer until you were flush against him. “I could get used to that.”
“What do you mean?” You asked.
“I mean,” Sam began, twirling you. “That we get along so well. We wouldn’t make a bad married couple.”
“Is that so?” Your eyes danced in amusement.
“Absolutely.” Sam leaned in closer, hovering his lips over yours. You felt his hot breath fan over you before pressing your lips to his.
You pulled away, breathless. “Sam Winchester.” You murmured. “What are you doing to me?”
Sam smiled, letting out a small chuckle. “I could ask you the same question.”
You grinned. “I’d rather have you ask me a different question.”
“Like what?” Sam played along.
You rolled your eyes as he twirled you once more. “You know exactly what I’m talking about, Winchester.”
“I’ll ask you on one condition.” Sam told you.
“What’s your condition?” You asked.
“After this, we go find some real food.” He grinned.
You returned his smile. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”
Sam dipped his head down, whispering in your ear, “Will you be my girlfriend, Y/N?”
You nodded, answering his question with a short, sweet kiss.
The old couple dancing next to you two stopped and smiled. “Oh Bill, aren’t they just darling?”
The man nodded, agreeing with his wife. “How long have you two been married?”
Sam shot you a wink before responding to the happy couple. “Not long enough.”
Out of the ash I rise with my red hair and I eat men like air.
request for: @thebrittybratt
pairing: Reader x TFW
word count: 525
*~*~*
“She’s so precious.” You pet the kitten in your arms, watching as she meowed back in approval.
“Dean can never know.” Sam reminded you. “Dean hates cats, and it doesn’t help that this one is a stray.”
You nodded your head. “Believe me I know. He would kill us both.”
Looking down at the small animal in your arms, you knew whatever the consequences were, they would be worth it. You couldn’t let such a cute animal live on the street, scraping for food day by day. Every animal deserves a loving, caring home.
“She can stay in your room.” Sam suggested, seeing how much you had taken a liking to her.
“Thanks.” You grinned, before adding, “What are we going to name her?”
Sam thought for a moment before jumping up in excitement. “We can name her Angel. That way when we talk about her Dean will think we’re talking about the Angels in heaven.”
You placed Angel down on your bedroom floor and jumped into Sam’s arms. “You’re a genius, Sammy.”
A slight knock on your door made you jump away from each other. Sam grabbed Angel while you opened your door barely an inch.
“Y/N.” Cas said confused, looking you up and down. “I heard some yelling and I thought you were in trouble. You seem to be alright though.”
You opened the door a little more and peeked your head outside, checking for Dean. “Can you keep a secret, Cas?”
Cas nodded. “Yes, Y/N.”
You pulled him inside and shut the door behind you two. Sam held up the tiny kitten with excitement. “We found a small kitten in the alley today and decided to keep her.”
“You can’t tell Dean though.” You quickly added.
A genuine smile stretched across Cas’ face as he grabbed Angel. He held her up to his ear and nodded. “She tells me her name is Angel.”
Sam looked at you in confusion. “You talk to cats?”
“Yes.” Cas told the two of you like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “It is not that hard.”
“Y/N, I brought us some pie.” Dean walked through the door and stopped dead in his tracks when his eyes landed on Angel.
“What is that?” Dean asked through clenched teeth.
“It is clearly a cat.” Cas responded, holding Angel out for Dean to take. “She says she wants you to pet her.”
“I’m not touching that thing.” Dean looked at it in horror.
“Dude, are you afraid of a cat?” Sam asked, smiling mischievously.
“No,” Dean scoffed, dismissing the idea with the wave of his hand. “I just don’t trust them. They’re dangerous.”
“Awe,” You cooed. “Dean’s afraid of cats!”
Dean held the pie closer to his chest. “I’m not afraid of your stupid cat. Just keep it away from me.”
Cas held the cat up to his ear once more. “Angel says that you’ve offended her.”
“Sure she did.” Dean grumbled and walked away, giving Angel the evil eye.
You, Sam, and Cas, played with Angel the rest of the day while Dean stayed as far away from her as he could.
Request: Nothing Less Than Genius
Request: Can you write a deanXreader where the reader is their kickass researcher and she’s into classic literature and physiological stuff and she’s dating Dean but lately she’s noticed that they haven’t been as close so she tries to talk to him about it and after pestering he reluctantly admits he doesn’t feel he’s smart enough for her so she comforts him and it’s a bit fluffy with some angst I guess? I love your writing ❤️ have a great day
Word Count: 1,197
Thank you so so much<33 I hope you like it<3
(In other news I have a drama exam tomorrow and I’m officially freaking out so if any of you amazing people have any words of wisdom when it comes to oral presentations I’m all ears lmao)
It all started when he was searching for your birthday gift – you’d told him time and time again not to do anything, but as usual, he ignored you and ended up in a chain bookstore in town, browsing through the shelves.
“Looking for yourself?” The assistant approaches him, disturbing the silence of the store. Dean shakes his head, trailing a finger over the spines.
“My girlfriend. She’s… into all of this,” He replies, glancing up at the sign above his head which christens the section as Classic Literature, “I’m not exactly… experienced at it.”
“Most of us aren’t,” The assistant offers a pleasant smile, “What’s her favourite book?”
“To Kill a Mockingbird,” He says without hesitation, “She must have read it a thousand times, she’s got like three copies. One of them’s a first edition, signed by the author.” He smiles slightly, remembering how excited you were when you discovered it deep in the Men of Letters’ archives.
“Wow,” The guy is obviously a bit taken aback, “I don’t think we can beat that. Anything else?”
“Uh… I don’t know. She likes the Bronte sisters and Jane Austen and stuff like that but I’m pretty sure she’s read it all. I was just hoping for a miracle.”
The man laughs, “I don’t think we’ll be much help there. What does she do for a living?”
“We work together in our family business, but she has a physiology degree.” Dean remembers, glancing across the bookstore, “We couldn’t be much different.”
“Punching above your weight a little?” The guy laughs, “You’re lucky she hangs around, man.”
***
“Hey, Dean, feel like a trip to the store?” You ask – you already have your jacket on and your car keys in hand, “I need a few groceries and stuff, and I was thinking about going into town and picking up-“
He interrupts you with a shake of his head, “I’m good. Kinda busy with this – next time, though. You stay safe.”
You pause, obviously somewhat deflated, “Yeah, sure. You too.” You smile slightly, even though he’s obviously just playing some game on his phone. You zip up your jacket and smile brightly as you slip through the garage door.
You don’t return for a few hours – by then, it’s dark and Sam and Dean have headed to bed. The traffic was hell but you texted Dean ahead so he didn’t worry – and he responded simply with an ok. You’re not one to hyper-analyse but nine times out of ten he at least throws a kiss on the end. Combined with him being weird earlier on, you’re coloured a little worried by him.
Nonetheless, you unpack the groceries and head to bed: only to find Dean as far to his edge as humanly possible, his back to both you and the door. You sigh, changing silently and slipping beneath the sheets.
***
This goes on for longer than usual: sure, sometimes the two of you have dry patches, it’s only natural in any kind of relationship but never like this. He barely speaks to you and the closest thing you get to intimacy is him brushing his teeth while you’re in the shower – even then, you ignore one another steadfastly.
On the fifth day, you approach him about it. Although you didn’t want to nag or moan or upset him further – because there’s seriously something wrong with him and you’re ninety-nine-point-nine-nine percent sure that you haven’t done or said anything – you couldn’t let it go on like this. You corner him in the kitchen after lunch, when he’s absently washing a few dishes.
“Hey, Dean?” You ask, hopping up on the counter. He spares you only the quickest of glances.
“Yeah?”
“Is everything… okay?” You offer, mentally berating yourself for how useless it sounds. Any preparation goes out the window as he shrugs.
“I’m fine.” He says monotonously, “Why?”
“Well… you’ve barely talked to me in almost a week.” You shrug nonchalantly, “And you’re just… different. I don’t know.”
“I’m fine.” He says again, “Seriously, Y/N, it’s not worth-“
“But it is worth it.” You insist, watching as he dries his hands, “If it’s bothering you then I want to know about it – that’s what this is about, remember?”
“It’s just stupid.” He scowls. You shrug.
“The only stupid thing is not talking to each other over something little. C’mon, spill.” You urge, reaching out and touching his shoulder.
He pauses, obviously debating whether to tell you what he’s thinking or not, but after a sideways glance at the door to make sure no-one else is lurking in the shadows, he sighs.
“Am I smart enough for you?”
“What?” You frown, “Of course you are. Where did that come from?”
He glances at you, and then at the floor, “I was in a bookstore last week and… I don’t know. Everything you’re into is so sophisticated and intelligent, but I’m more… I don’t know. My interests are stupid.”
“They’re not stupid.” You say quickly, “And sophisticated and intelligent have nothing to do with it. Did the guy say something? Do I need to go kick his-?”
“No, no. It’s my fault.” He sighs, “I told you it was stupid. Can we just forget-“
“No, Dean, we can’t.” You say firmly, reaching forward and taking his face in both of your hands, “You’re being stupid if you think that anything you do is stupid. Maybe my stuff may be more stereotypically sophisticated, but yours is far more practical.”
“What do you mean?”
“You can take apart a car and put it back together in record time. You’ve built that thing up from the ground more times than I care to think about. You’re amazingly technologically adept, you have an extensive knowledge of weapons and lore and hunting in general. You’re a genius, Dean – just because I spent years earning a sheet of paper that says I can do one thing doesn’t make you any less amazing.” You promise him, “Don’t ever think you’re anything less than genius, Dean Winchester. Ever.”
You take a breath and wait for him to say something - but he doesn’t. There’s a moment when you think he’s going to turn away and ignore you again, but instead he bends down and presses his lips to yours firmly, kissing you with everything he has. He’s missed you more than any word he could muster can ever describe and hates the idea that he ever could have hurt you, but… he just can’t seem to help it anymore.
“Thank you.” He murmurs against your lips, his arms closing around your waist as he pulls you closer to him. You only giggle in response, pulling away with a smile.
“You don’t ever have to thank me.” You assure him. He only shrugs in response.
“It’s not your fault I’m a colossal dick.” He shakes his head, “You shouldn’t have to deal with it.”
“But I like to,” You reply, “It’s what you do when you love someone, Dean. You of all people know that.”
All he can do is nod as a smile spreads over his features, “Talking about love… I don’t suppose you’re not busy for the next few hours?”
I've never tried this before, but
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Request: Lazy Day
Request: hey, before asking anything, let me tell you you’re probably my favorite fanfiction writer of ALL times. You always cheer me up with your writing and your stories, so thanks! I’m on the time of the month where life is ugly and where you’re emotionally unstable (I hate this) so I was wondering if you could do one where the reader is the youngest sister and has cramps and Sam and Dean try to confort her. It would be awesome if it had a lot of fluff. Sorry for being too specific, thanks, anyway xx.
Word Count: 854
I know exactly how you feel:( I’m sorry this took so long, it’s probably a little late now, but I guess it’s there for next time:) Thank you so much, and have an awesome day<33
It takes your brothers a few moments to figure out what’s wrong when, one morning, you shuffle into the kitchen with your duvet wrapped tightly around your body. You look greyish and exhausted, but what strikes them is that you’re obviously in pain.
“Y/N?” Sam sees it first, seeing as Dean’s back is turned making pancakes that smell equal parts amazing and sickening, “What’s wrong?”
Dean twists sharply, “Are you hurt? Did someone-?”
You shake your head, “No, no, just… girl stuff.”
It takes a second, but realisation dawns on their faces at the exact same moment and there’s a collective sigh of ohh from both of them. It makes you smile, even just a little, and you sit down at the table where a mug of hot coffee already waits for you.
“Are you okay?” Sam asks, “Do you need anything?”
“Don’t worry, I’m covered.” You don’t miss the look of relief that crosses their features – the odd time you’ve had to send them for feminine products always had you in stitches, thanks to their lack of experience with the subject.
Dean glances around the kitchen, before reaching into a cupboard and pulling out a pack of painkillers, which he tosses over, “You sure you don’t need anything?”
“I’m fine. Happens every month, remember?” You down a couple of pills with your coffee, shooting them a nonchalant smile as they grimace in sympathy – they’ve said, time and time again, that they’re infinitely grateful that they don’t have to deal with that as well as hunting and don’t know how you do.
“You want some snacks?” Sam asks, draining the last of his coffee and standing up, “I need to go on a supply run anyway, so…?”
“If you bring pretzels I’ll love you forever.”
“Pretzels, gotcha. And Ice-cream?” At your nod, he asks, “Pistachio or mint-choc-chip?”
“Uh…”
“Both it is.” He smiles brightly, patting your head. Before you can thank him, he’s gone, and Dean takes his seat in front of you.
“TV’s yours if you want it.” He offers – the arguments you have about TV are the most sibling-y things you do and this offer… it seems too good to be true.
“What’s the catch?” You ask, narrowing your eyes. Dean holds up his hands in defence, laughing at your accusation.
“No catch.”
“So I can watch Cake Boss without you taking the piss?” You ask, and Dean nods in concession. You grin, “You don’t have to pity me.”
“I don’t pity you. I just can’t be bothered with your whining right now.” He teases. You roll your eyes, picking up your mug and gathering the duvet around your shoulders.
“In that case, I’m out.”
***
You find an episode of Cake Boss and settle into the couch, duvet wrapped tightly around yourself. After a while, Dean slips into the room and takes a seat beside you, tucking his feet beneath your duvet. You glance at him, and he shrugs.
“The show isn’t that bad. Anyway, Sam’ll be back soon, and he’ll just sit here otherwise. And we had burritos last night, he’ll be windy.”
“Fair enough.” You laugh. You let the show play in silence for a few minutes, until Dean moves closer to you and holds out an arm, offering to let you lean into him. You narrow your eyes suspiciously.
“Dean, I’m twenty-eight, not thirteen. I’m fine.”
“I know you’re fine, but you’re still my baby sister.”
“I’m not your baby anything. Quit fussing.” You insist, but you lean into him nonetheless – he’s warm, and he smells familiar and soothing. Sometimes, with all of the shit that goes down on a seemingly daily basis, you feel like the three of you are drifting apart and it scares you more than anything you’ve ever done or seen.
He smiles smugly, “You’ll always be the baby. Perks of being born last.”
“Screw off, Dean.” You nudge him in the ribs, but he only laughs in response. Before he can formulate a reply witty enough to appease you, Sam leans in the doorway, holding out a bag that appears to be brimming with junk food.
“You two look cosy.” He teases, before glancing at the TV, “And is that Cake Boss?”
“Yeah. Problem?”
“Not at all.” He grins, tossing over a packet of pretzels and a couple of assorted candy bags, “Happy?”
“Very. Thank you, Sammy.”
“Anytime. I brought some DVDs they had on sale, too – I figured you’d benefit from a lazy day.”
“I really don’t need you to fuss!” You insist – however, you’re not complaining, “Then again, I think we all need it. Come sit down.”
***
You spend the day watching films, eating junk food, (you end up ordering like five pizzas later that night, because none of you can agree what toppings to get) and, admittedly, falling asleep on each other. It brings back fond memories of your youth, before everything got hellishly complicated (no pun intended) and it was just the three of you for weeks at a time. Despite your brothers’ constant fussing, you find yourself appreciating the time you spend together more than anything else.
“Proud of you, kid.”
“(Y/N), is that you?”
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Storyline: Amara unleashes her power on the local townspeople as she issues a shocking challenge. Dean tries to better understand the hold Amara has on him, while Sam and Crowley come up with a plan that could have disastrous consequences. Casts: Jensen Ackles, Mark Sheppard, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins
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