Reader x supernatural Chpt. 30- Family is Family

The house was quiet after that, everyone still trying to recover from what had happened. Dean had quickly scooped you up when you got up from the table and wobbled dangerously, your face a little flushed from drinking so much in a short period of time. You were now lying on the couch with your head in his lap and your arm tucked protectively against you as he ran his fingers through your hair, something you usually never let him do but in this moment it was comforting to both you and him so you allowed it.

“You really had me scared, (F/n),” he hummed and you closed your eyes as his fingers hit a more sensitive spot, “I know, Dean. I’m so sorry.”

You felt him shift, shaking his head, “No. It wasn’t your fault. I should have got the job done sooner. Protected you from ending up like this.”

Your eyes snapped open and you frowned up at him, “That’s not true, Dean. I saw your face. As soon as that ghost showed up he made your heart start to race, painfully so. You can’t blame yourself for what happened.”

He looked away from you, jaw set in a frown, and you knew he didn’t believe you. You took advantage of you current position and began to mess with his side, getting him to giggle like a little kid and break into a smile, “Stop that.”  

You smirked and in one quick motion straddled him and let your fingers work their magic as Dean dissolved into a bout of laugher that left him gasping for air. You were relentless, pinning him to the couch forcefully when he tried to shove you off, and found that you were laughing nearly as hard as he was. Sam watched from where he’d settled in at Bobby’s desk disapprovingly at first but the two of you were laughing so hard that he couldn’t help but give a small grin. It wasn’t until Dean flailed and hit your arm rather hard that the fun came to an end.

You barely stifled a yelp and flopped off the couch and on to the floor, eyes squeezed tightly shut in pain. Dean’s eyes went wide when he realized what had happened but Sam had already picked you up and was holding you protectively to his chest. He glared at his brother angrily, “She’s hurt, Dean. You know better than to rough house with her even if she started it.”

Recovering, you tugged at a lock of Sam’s hair, “Leave him be, Sammy. It was my fault for tickling him.”

You looked at Dean apologetically before looking to the floor, “Sorry, Dean. I just wanted to make you laugh again… You looked so upset.”

You yawned, keeping you arm pulled close to you again, and Sam gave you little frown, “You should rest. I’ll take you upstairs.”

You shook your head violently, “I wanna stay here. Please, Sammy? I promise I’ll be good.”

You were one of the few who could get away with calling him that and now you were giving him puppy dog eyes that could give his a run for their money. Sam’s heart melted- you weren’t one to pout to get what you wanted, in fact he couldn’t remember you ever having done anything like that before. You usually either did things yourself or found a way to convince them either with threats or a logical argument.  

He sighed and set you down on the couch, “Fine but only because you promised.”

You grinned weakly before trying, unsuccessfully, to stifle another yawn and then looked over at Dean with a little frown, “I’m sorry, Dean. It was my fault. Please don’t blame yourself.”

He looked at your worried face and sighed, “Come ‘ere, you little brat.”

You giggled and snuggled into his side as he wrapped an arm around you, Dean stiffened, a little surprised. You were comfortable around them and you were usually affectionate but not more than a hug or a head lean and sometimes even a quick kiss on the cheek, but this was different.

It was like that wall you always had around you had come crumbling down, letting them see your vulnerable and more sensitive side. Neither of them could decide if they liked it- getting to see you with out the tough front and knowing you trusted them enough for that- or if it scared them to death since things had to be pretty bad for you to open up that much when you were usually cautious and secretive.

Bobby came in a moment later to find you asleep against Dean with both boys watching you carefully with fond eyes. He couldn’t help but smile, he had had so many reservations and worries about what you hunting and traveling with them might be like, but now… with them looking at you like that. He knew they would go to hell and back to keep you safe. Just like they were family to him, like the sons he never got a chance to have, you were the little sister they never knew that they wanted…needed.

This was your family.

It was dysfunctional, completely insane, and kinda fucked up but heck what family isn’t to some extent.