Summary: What happens in the Bunker with a teenage girl being the brothers’ responsibility? A fluff drabble series consisting of little moments between Jane and the Winchesters. A Run And Don’t Look Back side series taking place between chapters Twelve and Thirteen.
Familiar voices carried themselves from the Library through the Bunker’s halls, all the way to Dean’s room, even with his door only partially open. The elder Winchester lift up his head from the pillow at the sound; he’d been attempting to sleep for ages, but couldn’t force himself to stay in bed for more than a couple of minutes - and with the other Bunker’s occupants being awake in the dead of the night, Dean knew he wouldn’t be sleeping at the moment.
He got up with a deep sigh.
But as he walked through the deserted corridors, he already picked up an eerie sense of something, so unlike the panic and despair that’d been plaguing Jane for the last several days.
“Samuel?” Jane said somewhere in the distance.
A snort — that so obviously came from Sam — was her only answer.
“Sami?” Jane tried once more.
“Only Dean gets to call me that,” Sam replied stiffly. Dean’s considerable muscles tensed in anticipation to Jane’s reaction, but, instead, she chuckled gleefully.
“Yeah, but it’s spelled differently - look,” she promptly ordered — well, said, but it’d sounded like an order to Dean. He finally reached the Library, but stopped right at the entrance to take in the scene in front of him; Jane and his brother were sitting contentedly at one of the Library’s polished tables, shoulder to shoulder, and were both looming over Sam’s laptop while Jane was pointing out something on the glowing screen with her finger.
“Yeah, but it sounds the same,” Sam replied with furrowed brows, his hazel eyes scanning the screen.
“Okay,” Jane said while scrolling down, “so what about Lemuel?” A smirk tugged her lips upwards, but Sam evidently couldn’t see that for how much his eyes widened.
“Lemuel?” he repeated, regarding her up and down. “Are you even serious?”
At this, Jane laughed. “Well, I’m not the one convincing you that Jinsy is a good nickname,” she stated mockingly.
At long last, Dean cleared his throat.
Two sets of eyes shot straight to him with almost child-like guiltiness.
“You mind telling me what you’re doing at-” Dean stopped to note the time on his watch “- two thirty at night?”
Jane shifted uncomfortably, her gaze directed down. “Couldn’t sleep,” she muttered.
“Again?” Dean asked with raised eyebrows as he peeled himself from the doorframe and came closer.
Jane huffed, clearly dissatisfied with the way the conversation was heading. “It wasn’t like I didn’t try, Dean,” she retorted hotly and gave him a look; actually, Dean thought, it was more of a the look - the one only a teenager speaking with a grown-up would use. Seeing the circles underneath her glittering eyes and the way she fidgeted uneasily with the hem of her T-shirt as he came closer, the elder Winchester decided to drop it - for now.
“Fine,” he rolled his eyes, not actually annoyed, but set on keeping up the appearance of it. “So what were you two nerds just doing?”
The two instantly shared a secret smile before Sam grabbed the laptop and rotated it around, so that it was facing his brother instead of the two of them.
“We couldn’t decide on a nickname for either of us, so we googled some,” Jane provided with a shrug.
Dean was actually quite impressed; the considerable number of opened tabs made it impossible to read most of the headlines and searched words, but what he saw told him enough - ‘Sam nicknames’, ‘Sam nicknames not for babies’, ‘Jane nicknames that don’t sound too old’ and ‘proof Janine is a different name from Jane’ were just his top picks. The two of them applied their research skills into finding ‘suitable’ nicknames for each other, it seemed. Dean bobbed his head at their silliness, but sat opposite to them with a subtle smile all the same.
“Did you find anything?” he asked directly.
“Well,” Sam replied thoughtfully, clearing his throat, “we agreed on Janie for her, but still can’t find one for me.”
“If you don’t count Schmuel or Lemuel as actual options,” Jane jumped in with a smirk.
Dean chuckled slightly and offered his brother a measured smile, while Sam only huffed. Yep, they both knew Dean wouldn’t let him forget either of those absurd names. “I think Sammy’ll work fine,” he said teasingly and this time, Sam didn’t oppose.
Summary: What happens in the Bunker with a teenage girl being the brothers’ responsibility? A fluff drabble series consisting of little moments between Jane and the Winchesters. A Run And Don’t Look Back side series taking place between chapters Twelve and Thirteen.
Word count: 346
Warnings: Allergic reaction, not eating, implied insomnia, implied child abuse if you squirt, fluff, angst.
A/N: I’ve been writing some pretty heavy and dark stuff, so I figured I should probably add some fluff to my life. Hope you enjoy! Please, like, reblog and comment!
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Jane was allergic to almonds.
They all found out when Sam — after days of Jane only nibbling at her food — bought some sweet bread for her after she’d mentioned she craved something sugary. The young hunter wolfed the bread down with gusto, smiling and joking with the brothers the entire time, and contently drank two cups of hot cocoa along with it.
It wasn’t even fifteen minutes later, however, when red itchy spots appeared on Jane’s raw skin and eczema irritated the space in between her fingers. She spent the rest of the day and most of the miserable night sagged over the toilet, heaving up the content of her stomach with burning tears aggravating the rash on her bruised cheeks.
When her frail body finally had nothing else to give, Dean helped her apply some soothing cream to her inflamed skin and carried her to bed like one would a child.
But even though all signs of that accident disappeared over the next few days, Sam took it upon himself — as his personal quest — to insure it wouldn’t happen again, reading all the ingredients in all of the foodstuffs they’d bought.
Jane appreciated it, especially while remembering the shooting pain in her stomach when she couldn’t vomit anymore, but her body required it all the same.
It wasn’t until a few days later, when she woke up from a particularly vivid vision and used her crutches to lumber into the Kitchen to get some water to soothe her painfully dry throat, that she found the younger Winchester fast asleep at the dining table and surrounded by foodstuffs of all kinds - including flour, oats and milk.
Jane laughed uncontrollably.
And when several minutes later, Dean rushed into the room with hair ruffled from sleep and gun in hand, Sam had to be the one to explain why they were sitting on the floor in an embrace, with Jane laughing and crying at once.
Nobody’d ever cared about her as much as the brothers did.
