I Will Always Be Here for You
Request:Â You and brother Sam are constantly at each otherâs throats till he/or you get caught by a djinn and like hug for the first time in over a year? (Maybe the other saw what it would be like to have a good relationship with the other?)
A/N: Hello everyone! I am so sorry about not writing lately. I finally finished by exams and am done with my first year of college! Woohoo! Iâm back at it!
Warnings: injuries, crying?
âSam, I donât want to go down the road you did,â You yell, throwing your book bag down on the bunker table. âI want to hunt with you and Dean!â
âYouâre better than that, Y/N,â He holds your school transcript in his hands and is using it as a weapon against your own mind. Being a junior in high school was stressful enough, but for the past year Sam had been trying to convince you that you needed to go to college, to get away from the life. âYouâre so smart. Why canât you see that?â
âI do see it, Sam, I see it on every hunt we go on. I just donât want to do what you want me to do!â
Sam rolls his eyes and throws the piece of paper on the table. Dean sat at the table, drinking a can of beer and looking between the two of you. He had promised both of you he wasnât going to be involved in this argument when you both had started. âYouâre so stubborn. Youâre just like Dean!â
âMaybe I want to be like Dean. Have you ever thought of that?â You stormed away to your room, slamming the door as hard as you could manage behind you. When this argument started a year ago, you had originally thought he had your best interest in mind, but as it continued, you began to believe he was trying to live vicariously through you. It pushed your once close relationship so far away, you barely talked to each other unless it was absolutely necessary or you were arguing.
   You walk down the gravel road, your feet crunching on the rocks beneath you. You all had gotten a call from a group of teens who were worried about their friends all going missing. When Dean interviewed them, they told him about an old abandoned village in the woods. Immediately, he knew what it was and so it started your case.
   As hesitant as he was, Dean finally allowed you to go off on your own to search for the Djinn. He had bad experiences with them before, but you begged him for hours and he caved. You approach the grimy looking stone house. You could feel the pressure of the knife coated with dried lamb blood in your back pocket.
   The house smelled of old wood and earth as you entered. You wrinkle your nose to avoid the strong smell. Your feet made quiet thumping sounds when you took steady steps through the empty house. You spot something out of the corner of your eyes and head over, seeing the bodies of a few young women hanging from the ceiling.
   Your heart jumps in your chest as you rush towards them, trying to cut the one who seemed to be alive down as quickly as possible. Before you can even saw the rope, something grabs you from behind and throws you against the wall. You let out a long groan, pain erupting in your side. Something was obviously broken.
   As you look up, you see the figure of a Djinn approaching you, his arm stretched as it goes for your head. You struggle back, but youâre not match. As he touches you with his blue lit arm, you fall unconscious.
   You wake up in the bunker, in your own room. Confusion overtakes you as you look around. How did you get here and not wake up. Just as youâre about to stand, Sam walks in, smiling. âHey, Y/N, I brought you some dinner.â
   âSam,â I say, rubbing my eyes. âWhat happened?â
   âWhat are you talking about,â He furrows his brows as he passes you the plate of spaghetti. âYou took a nap because you had a headache.â
   As soon as he says this, you realize what is going on. This is hallucination. Knowing full well this wasnât actually Sam, you donât say anything as he leans against the wall. âCome in the living room with me and weâll watch some TV.â
   Nodding, you stand and follow him, plate in hand, and walk to sit on the couch. He turns the television on to The Simpsons. As you look around, you notice how relaxed he is. How he wants to spend time with you. âSam, did we ever have a fight about going to college?â
   âNo,â He says, shaking his head. âYou decided you didnât want to go. Iâm okay with that.â
   So this was your wish, for Sam to allow you to stay at home and hunt with him and Sam. Sam puts an arm around you as you sit and watch the show. âThis is really great,â You say. He smiles and messes up your hair.
   âI know, Y/N, I know.â
   âY/N! Y/N,â I hear yelling as I open my eyes groggily. Sam held me in his arms as he walks quickly to the bunker.
   âSam,â I cry, pain going through my entire body. âMy rib is broken I think.â
   âItâs okay, Y/N,â He says, opening the door to the Impala and setting you in carefully. He climbs in after you, rubbing your head when you lay down. Dean runs out of the torn house, knife in hand. He must have killed the Djinn.
   He runs to the car, practically jumping in the front seat as he rushes towards the nearest hospital. âItâs okay, Dean. You can slow down. I think I only broke my rib when the son of a b**** threw me against the wall.â
   âYouâre still my little sister, and I have to make sure youâre okay.â
   As you enter the Emergency Room in Samâs arms, the nurse up front rushes to you. âIs she seriously injured?â
   âShe fell. We think she broke a rib,â Sam says quickly.
   âThe doctors will want to make sure she doesnât have any internal bleeding. Letâs get her back quickly.â
   The next few hours were a blur of pain as doctors poked and prodded you, took you back for an x-ray, and said a large amount of information you didnât know. Eventually, they had concluded that it was two broken ribs and they prescribed you pain medicine. You would be discharging in a few minutes. Sam sits down in the chair next to you for the first time since youâd been here.
   âHow are you feeling,â He asks as he leans on the bed.
   âBetter,â You say. Tears come to your eyes as you remember the visions you had when you were out of it. âSam, I just want to be your sister again. I want to stop fighting.â
   He nods, a few tears in his eyes as well. âY/N, youâre going to be my little sister no matter what. I will always be here for you, even if you donât want to go to college.â
   You take hold of his shoulders and pull him closer to you, wrapping your arms around him as you hug him tightly. He wraps his own arms around your back, pulling you closer. Itâd been so long since youâd hugged your brother.