Bit of Angst, and a shit ton of Fluff. Also Dean being an asshole.
You weren’t expecting a nest of hungry vampires to jump you. They knocked you out just long enough to tie you to a chair. You use your pocket knife to cut the ropes, now how are you going to get out of here without getting attacked by vamps? Your adrenaline levels are extremely high, you’re also really scared. You hide in a corner behind a pillar.
“You can’t hide forever kitten.” One of the vamps say. Your pocket knife won’t do much in this situation. When you were looking for somewhere to hide to get your thoughts together you found a piece of metal that could work as a makeshift machete. If the vamps don’t kill you first then your brothers will. They hate it when you go on solo hunts, but right now it’s a life or death situation.
“Don’t call me kitten asshole.” You reply as you come out of your hiding place. A vampire lunges at you, you instinctively swing… due to the adrenaline in your system you take out every single vampire in that nest. About three minutes after the adrenaline dies down you notice that your arm is broken. You whimper, thankfully your not far from the bunker.
You take the backroads because you’re covered in blood, some of it vampire, some of it yours. When you get back to the bunker Sam’s the only one there.
“(Y/N), are you alright?” Sam asks. “You look like you got fairly beat up.” You can’t think of a convincing lie, so you’ll have to tell the truth. You can’t help it, you break down crying, due to the pain and well your nerves were still shaken up pretty badly.
“I got jumped… by a nest of hungry vampires.” You reply in between the tears. You then tell him everything that happened.
“It’s okay baby girl, I’m not mad.” He says softly. “It was self defense.“ Sam then tells you to go get cleaned up.
“Sammy, what if Dean notices it?” You ask referring to your (favorite color) cast that is now on your arm.
“Don’t worry about it (Y/N)” Sam replies. When the two of you get back to the bunker you fall asleep on the couch.
“Hey, where the hell were you two?” Dean asks. “And what’s with the cast on (Y/N)’s arm?”
“She broke it… didn’t tell me how though.” Sam answers. “And Cas isn’t around so he couldn’t heal it.”
“Okay then… the pain killers knock her out or something?”
“She might’ve been really worn out… but that is a possibility.” Your brothers let you sleep for a little while. When you wake up, Dean asks you how did you break your arm.
“Fell.” You mumble. Sam throws you a look as if to say tell him the truth.
“That’s a pile of bull. What really happened?” Dean replies. You sigh then tell him what happened. Dean presses his lips firmly together in disapproval. ”(Y/N), how many times have we told you that you’re too young to be hunting solo?”
“Don’t get smart with me young lady.”
“I’m not getting smart with you! That is exactly how many times you have told me that, and I’m counting this time.” You retort as you get off the couch and head to your room. Dean then basically yells at you that you’re grounded.
“Dean answer me this.” I say. “What part of ‘I was jumped by a nest of hungry vampires,’ don’t you understand?” Dean looks at me like I’m crazy; or like I ate the last piece of pie.
“Why are you taking her side?” He mutters.
“I’m not taking any sides.” I answer. “Personally I’m just glad that she’s still our little sister and not a vampire… if you were in her shoes, you would’ve done the exact same thing.” I then walk away from him, as I walk past (Y/N)’s room I hear her crying softly. I want to comfort her, but at the moment (Y/N) just needs a little time to herself.
I sit on the couch, drinking my beer; thinking about what just happened. My relationship with (Y/N) has always been rocky. I’ve always underestimated her and when she proves me wrong I almost always yell at her. I sigh and and get off the couch then head to (Y/N)’s room and knock softly.
“Go away.” (Y/N) says. Even though her door is closed, I can tell she’s been crying. That makes me feel even worse.
“(Y/N)… can I talk to you?” I ask. “I’m sorry that I was a dick to you earlier.”
There’s a soft click and the door opens. (Y/N)’s (eye color) eyes are red and puffy, she also has a nasty looking shiner on her left eye, and her cheeks are tear streaked. I ask her if I could come in. She nods and moves aside, then sits down on her bed.
“I’m sorry that I broke the rules.” (Y/N) mumbles.
“Baby Girl, you didn’t break the rules, I just over reacted.” I reply. (Y/N) wipes some of her tears as I talk to her.
“That’s a nasty looking black eye, want me to get you some ice?” I ask.
“Sure, thank you Dean.” (Y/N) replies. I kiss her on the crown of her head then head to the kitchen to get her some ice.
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