multifandom

When you had originally stopped at the dingy motel, you and your older brother’s had planned to catch some sleep after an exhausting ghoul hunt. You hadn’t planned on standing outside their door and debating with yourself on whether or not you should knock.

Ever since you were little, you had shared a room with the boys. Dean had claimed it was so you couldn’t run off in the middle of the night if you got tired of them, but you knew, beneath his teasing, that they just wanted to make sure you were safe and sound.

Lately though, they had been booking two rooms. Leaving you to your own, only bothering you when it was time to eat or time to head out.

At first you didn’t mind, thankful to have some alone time. It could be suffocating living with two grown men who had the habit of acting like children.

After a while though, it grew to become lonely. Not to mention that without the the presence of your older brothers, nightmares plagued your mind.

Some nights it was the death of your father that forced you to jolt up in bed, a shaky and sweaty mess as you tried to calm your racing heart. Other times it Sam’s first death, when Jake had mercilessly stabbed him in the back. The memory made you shutter as you remembered the way Sam fell to the ground, blood seeping from the wound in his back.

Tonight though, you were forced to rewatch your oldest brother be ripped to shreds by hellhounds. His screams echoed through your skull, the nightmare was vivid, too realistic. You couldn’t take it anymore, and that’s how you ended up standing outside your brother’s door at three in the morning, the cold night air causing you to shiver as you fought with yourself internally.

You were terrified, not wanting to face the horrid flashes of gore you saw every time you closed your eyes. You were afraid to admit it though. You felt pathetic just thinking of knocking on their door. For fuck sake you were a hunter!

Negative thoughts ran through your head as you let your arm fall to your side. What if your brothers thought you were weak? How would they trust you to handle a hunt if you couldn’t even handle sleeping in your own room?

You glanced to your motel room door, which sat right next to the one you currently stood at. Maybe you should just go back, pretend like this never happened and watch some lousy cable TV until it was time to leave in the morning. No sleep was better than nightmares.

Yeah, that sounded like a plan. With a small huff, you turned to head back to your room, but the click of a door opening froze you in your spot.

“Y/N? What are you doing?” Sam asked you, scratching his head as he let out a small yawn.

You gulped, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. “Oh well... I...” God, this was embarrassing. You were so pathetic you couldn’t even come up with an excuse, and you lied for a living.

“Sam if you don’t shut that door I’m gonna kick your ass, you’re gonna freeze my nuts off!” You heard Dean yell from inside the room.

Sam rolled his eyes at your big brother before grabbing your arm and tugging you inside the room. He ruffled your hair before closing the door behind him.

“Quit being a baby, it isn’t even that cold out.” Sam called to Dean as he made his way to the bathroom.

You felt stupid as you stood in the middle of their motel room, and even more so when you noticed Dean’s lingering stare. Maybe you should just tell them your bathroom wasn’t working, pretend to use theirs and leave.

Though before you could say anything, Dean beat you too it. “What’s up, squirt?” He asked.

You panicked, heart racing what felt like a million miles a minute as you answered. “Um, my bathroom...” but you couldn’t finish your sentence. These were your big brother’s. They weren’t here to judge you, they were here to protect you. There was no reason to hide from them and you knew that, so why were you?

“Your bathroom?” Dean questioned as he sat up in his bed, letting out a yawn before sending you a questioning look.

Sam made his exit from the bathroom, making his way back to the creaky bed he claimed before setting his attention to you.

You looked up at the brothers, anxiety crawling up your spine. Just tell them, you thought to yourself. What’s the worse that could happen?

“Y/N? You all right?” Sam asked, concern evident in his tone.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes as you mumbled out the six words you’ve wanted to tell them since you’d had your first nightmare. “I don’t want to be alone.” Your voice came out as no more than a whisper, and your cheeks burned with embarrassment.

You felt weak, pathetic. Here you were standing in front of the two best hunters and telling them you didn’t want to be alone. God, this was a stupid, stupid idea. They probably think-

“Was it a nightmare?” Dean asked softly.

You glanced between Sam and Dean, and what you were expecting to be disgusted or annoyed expressions were one’s of concern.

You nodded, eyes falling to your feet.

“You wanna talk about it?” Sam asked.

You shook your head, not wanting to relive the events you’d been trying so hard to forget.

“Well… you wanna sleep with one of us?” Dean asked.

You nodded and quickly made your way to Dean’s bed.

He opened the covers and let you slide underneath them before letting his arm fall over you in a comfortable embrace.

It felt nice to be in his arms, it reminded you of when you were little and he’d carry you to bed when you fell asleep in the Impala. But a small thought was nagging your brain and you were quick to sit up. “Wait.” You mumbled, leaving your brother’s warm embrace and making your way to Sam.

He smiled softly as he opened his arms and you were quick to fall into them, letting him squeeze you tightly and give your forehead a soft kiss as he mumbled goodnight before letting you run back to Dean.

“I’m sorry for bothering you guys.” You whispered into the dark room, eyelids getting heavier by the second.

“You’re never a bother Y/N/N.” Sam said, turning to face you from his bed. He was silent for a moment before speaking up again. “Dean and I get nightmares too. We know what it’s like to not want to be alone.”

“We’re here for you.” Dean continued. “And if you ever have another nightmare or just feel alone, we’re only one room away.”