DeanxSister!Reader, SamxSister!Reader
Synopsis: It’s just one of those days
It hit you when you woke up and made no move to get out of bed.
Your mind was slightly bleary, weighed down with thought of what ifs and could have beens. There was no energy in your limbs and you felt like nothing in that moment. There was a dull ache in your chest that you couldn’t put a name to, and as it throbbed, you clung to it in hopes that it might break the cloud that hovered over you.
You were inexplainabley sad, and tired, but you made yourself get up because you couldn’t worry your brothers like that.
Sam and Dean knew about those days. They knew how hard it was to fight depression, and somedays you just didn’t want to fight it anymore. But you tried not to disturb them with it. They had bigger things to worry about needed to focus on important things like saving the world and protecting the people they loved.
No, you couldn’t bring Sam and Dean down like that. You’d deal with it and you’d be fine. You’d be better tomorrow anyway.
You wandered aimlessly for a while, lost inside this empty, yawning grey pit in your body. If you didn’t know better, you’d think you were lonely. But you did no better and so the feeling remained unlabelled and prominent.
When you made it to the kitchen, you were so glad that neither of your brothers were there. There was no way you could hide your mood from them until you had coffee.
Thankfully, there was a fresh pot already brewed and you poured yourself a cup quickly, the warmth seeping into your fingers and chasing away the numbness for a moment. You drank it quickly, hoping that the caffeine would hide the abyss inside your heart.
You weren’t confident it worked but it was the best you could do.
Sam and Dean noticed you as soon as you stepped into the main room. Sam smiled at you gently. Dean tilted his head and frowned a little. You grinned up at them. “Hey boys,” you greeted. “Anything interesting?”
Sam shook his head. “Just checking out some of the older lore. It’s interesting-”
“What’s wrong?” Dean asked bluntly, cutting his brother off.
You stared at him, feeling trapped. There was no way he could know, was there? You’d done everything right. Guilt simmered in your stomach. You could tell them, they could help, but you didn’t want to burden them like this. You didn’t want them to think something was wrong with you. “Nothing,” you said.
He shook his head, sitting up straighter. “Try again, Y/N.”
You looked to Sam, hoping that he would back you up, but there was worry in his eyes now too. You trembled slightly. You couldn’t tell them, they were in such good moods. Why were you such a burden? You were so much trouble, so needy-
“Y/N/N, what’s wrong?” Sam asked gently, closing the book in front of him. You shook your head rapidly, closing your eyes.
“It’s nothing,” you insisted, even as that numb emptiness gave way to a writhing mass of sadness, guilt, and self-loathing. “Guys I’m fine.”
Dean sighed. “You’re obviously not.” He sounded frustrated and you curled in in yourself. See? You spat internally. He doesn’t want to deal with your stupid issues. Get a grip!
You tried to smile up at him. “It’s nothing, I’m fine,” you said before hurrying off. Sam called out your name but you ignored him and focused on getting to the safety of your room.
As soon as you stepped through the doorway, you felt tired. The darkness of your room seemed to dampen the rampant emotions you’d been struggling with moment before and you dropped onto the bed, cocooning yourself in your blankets to keep out the rest of the world.
You’d been lying there barely three minutes when there was a knock and your door opened.
“Hey Y/N/N,” Sam murmured, not daring to turn in the light. “Are you okay?”
“No,” was your muffled reply.
Sam breathed out slowly, moving over to where you were curled up on the bed. “It’s one of those days isn’t it?” You didn’t answer. Sam nudged you with his hand, trying to roll you over. “Move over, bed hog,” he said playfully.
You kicked off the sheets and wriggled over, allowing your older brother to slide in the bed next to you. “Thanks Sammy,” you said quietly as you settled yourself, cuddling into his side as the two of you sat against the headboard. The contact seemed to chase away the dull roar of loneliness.
“Dean’s grabbing movies and food,” was Sam’s answer. “We got you sis.”
Sure enough, Dean entered later, snack food, three beers and a couple of movies in his hands. “I vote The Conjuring first,” he said.
You made a noise of agreement and he took a moment to set the DVD up. As the movie started, he sat on your other side, handing both you and Sam a beer. He had a bowl of potato chips and lollies, and you picked at it idly.
“Thank you,” you whispered.
Sam smiled down at you, Dean pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “We got you,” he promised.
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