Little Sister
Anon Asked: “Little sister having a nightmare and going to one of the boys for comfort?”
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In the wise words of an old man “Family don’t end in blood”. It was something Sam and Dean learned from an early age.
Taking on the responsibility of a child was never something either of the boys really suspected they would have to do. But when sweet little Y/n was left orphaned, unwanted and alone after a bad hunt, the boys felt they had some form of brotherly responsibility to continue to protect her life.
It had been a year since her parents had died, leaving her emotionally vulnerable and traumatized. Yet Sam and Dean never gave up on her.
Y/n slept peacefully in the backseat as Dean cruised back to the bunker after a long drive back from visiting Jody and the girls. Sam too sat passed out comfortably in the front seat, full from the home cooked meal. But as soon as Y/n began to stir and cry, the peaceful drive quickly turned into a short lived moment of panic.
“It’s okay kiddo, just hang on a second.” Dean immediately pulled over, speaking calmly even though ever bone in his body screamed for big brother instincts to go into overdrive.
Sam barley allowed time for the car to stop before hopping out and picking her up out of the backseat, holding her for a moment as she clung to him as though her life depended on it.
“Another bad dream?” He asked in a caring manner, receiving a quick nod followed with a short sniffle.
Sam slid back into the passenger seat, giving Dean the green light to continue the short drive back to the bunker.
Y/n’s fingers found themselves playing with Sam’s hair, effortlessly twirling the strands around and around her fingers to self soothe, her free hand reached out in Dean’s direction, which he gladly took and held lovingly.
“We’re almost home kiddo. Sammy’s got you, don’t worry.”
