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You woke up, a cold sweat trickling down your forehead. You tried to push away the thoughts of your nightmare, of what happened to your brothers...

“They’re fine, they’re fine,” you repeated, running a hand through your hair. When  you pulled your hand back, it was wet with sweat.

You pushed yourself off your bed and went to the kitchen, in need of a glass of water.

You walked into the kitchen, and got your water. You downed the whole glass in a matter of seconds, breathing heavily when you put the glass down.

Then you felt a hand on your shoulder.

You jumped and shrieked. 

Your instincts kicked in, and you spun around with your fist aimed at the intruder’s junk. You connected with your target, and the attacker let out a deep breath of hair, followed by a groan.

That’s when you realized it was Sam.

“Oh shit,” you whispered, eyes wide.

“Happy birthday,” Sam said in one breath, his face red and hands resting on junk.

“Sam, I’m so sorry!” You exclaimed, then rushed past him to get a bag of peas. 

Sam had hobbled over to the kitchen table, and gladly took the peas. He winced and took in a hissing breath as he placed the peas over his area. 

“Why are you awake?” Sam asked, eyes closed tight, trying to block out the pain.

“I, uh... I just had a bad dream,” you confessed. “But it’s no big deal,” you quickly added. 

That was a lie.

You’d been having nightmares for a few weeks now.

But you would never tell your brothers.

“Maybe it’s just your birthday jitters,” Sam suggested. 

“Yeah, probably,” you quickly agreed. “What time is it?”

“Five,” Sam told you.

Your eyes widened and you let out a surprised cough. “Five?! Why are you up so early?”

Sam looked down at the ground, a smile forming on his lips. “I was gonna make you breakfast.”

“Awww!” You gushed, then threw your arms over your Sam’s shoulders, pulling him into a hug. “You’re such a sweet brother!”

Sam rolled his eyes and pushed you away, trying to frown. “Don’t push it.”

“I always knew you were my favorite brother,” you joked.

“I heard that,” Dean grumbled, shuffling into the kitchen, eyes half closed and hair mussed.

“Am I dreaming?” You whispered to Sam. “Five O’clock and awake?”

“Barely,” Sam said.

“I’m awake enough to kick your asses,” Dean assured you, then fell into his seat next to you. “Happy birthday, kiddo,” Dean said, pulling you into a hug and kissing your forehead.

“Why are you awake?”

“I was gonna help Sam,” Dean said. “You didn’t really want Sam to cook you breakfast, did you?”

“That’s fair,” you said, nodding.

“Alright, alright!” Sam said, feigning offense. “Y/N, go back to bed. Dean and I’ll be back there in a few minutes with your breakfast.”

You jumped to your feet and went back to your room, glancing over your shoulder just before leaving to see Dean ordering Sam around.

You laid in your bed, no chance of falling asleep. 

You were too anxious about your birthday.

This was a big year, but you weren’t sure it was going to be all that you wished. You rarely went to school- hunting always got in the way -so you didn’t have many friends. Sam and Dean’s hustling and credit card scams brought in enough money to live, but not enough for a big party. You had no dad to dance with, no mom to hug you.

You doubted this birthday would be different from any other day.

Sam and Dean walked into your room as you were biting your bottom lip and staring at the ground.

“Oh no, she’s got that look,” Dean said.

“What?” You asked, sitting up and trying to act as if you weren’t worried about anything.

“You always bite your lip when you’re worried,” Sam explained, walking over to you and setting a tray with chocolate chip pancakes, chocolate milk, and fruit on your lap.

“No I don’t!”

“So you’re telling us you’re not worried?” Dean asked, sitting on by your side.

You were never a very good liar.

“It’s just... This is a big birthday! What if it’s not as exciting as I think it’s gonna be?” 

“Don’t worry,” Sam said.

“We know we can’t really give you a big party or anything, but this is your day,” Sam added.

“Yeah, relax,” Dean added, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “Now, you gonna give me a bite or what?”

You laughed and cut Sam and Dean a piece of your pancake. They stayed with you until you were done eating, and then took your plates away.

“Oh, and since you’re older now, and we can’t just get you dolls, we weren’t really sure about presents,” Dean told you.

“So we were thinking we’d take you out shopping, and you could get whatever you want.”

You smiled widely and jumped off your bed and into your brothers’ arms. 

“Get dressed and we’ll go,” Dean said.

You did as he said, and soon you were leaving your bedroom, and getting into the Impala.

“You can ride up front,” Sam offered, getting into the backseat.

Smiling widely, you slid into the front seat.

“Alright,” Dean said, sighing, “put on whatever music you want.”

You raised your eyebrows, and your jaw dropped slightly.

“Do it before I change my mind,” he groaned.

You put on your favorite station, and spent the ride to the mall jamming out.

The car jerked to a halt, and you followed your brothers into the mall. 

“Which store?” Dean asked.

You dragged your brothers through the mall. You visited your favorite stores, ignoring the eyerolls and smirking as they dished out the dough.

Whenever you tried on clothes, you did a little fashion show, showing your brothers how everything looked. Dean, for some reason, seemed to be the fashion expert, and gave you the thumb up or down on your outfits; Sam just nodded for every single one.

“Any more stores?” Sam asked, bags thrown over his arms.

“Now that I think about it I do need new underwear...” you said, but once the look of horror crossed your brothers’ faces, you burst out laughing. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” You assured them. “Shopping for that would just be weird with you two lurking about.”

“The feeling’s mutual,” Dean agreed.

“Then I think I’ve got everything,” you said, and both brothers let out a sigh of relief.

You walked back to the Impala, standing between both your brothers. “Thanks, guys,” you said.

“No problem, kid,” Dean replied.

“Happy birthday,” Sam added.

You let Sam ride up front this time, but they kept your music on.

Once you were home, Sam and Dean helped you carry everything into your room. “So what are you gonna do now?” Sam asked.

You shrugged, and jumped on your bed. “Watch TV or something,” you shrugged, trying not to seem too disappointed by your lame plans.

You must have been pretty good at acting.

“Alright,” Sam said, then he and Dean left.

You sighed to yourself, and crawled under your covers. 

This was one of your worst birthdays yet. You barely did anything. Bobby wasn’t around to give you a call, Charlie was busy and off the map... Even Cas couldn’t stop by!

But the worst part was that your brothers weren’t even going to hang out with you.

You knew if you asked them to, they’d be happy to lay on the couch with you all day. But it wasn’t the same if they didn’t offer.

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You’d spent the majority of the day in your room, alternating between watching movies and reading books.

You’d never been more bored.

Then there was a knock at your door.

“Come in!” You called.

Dean pushed your door open and moved to sit beside you. “So... this birthday sucks.”

“What? No! It-It’s fine,” you lied.

“I’m not blind,” Dean said, rolling his eyes. “And neither is Sam. So get your ass up and let’s go to the library.”

You suspiciously followed your brother.

The second you walked through the doorway into the library, you froze.

 A few boxes of pizza were stacked on one of the tables. Balloons were scattered around the room. They’d even gotten a banner that read ‘happy birthday’.

“Guys...” you started, eyes softening at their gesture. “This is amazing.”

“We just want you to be happy,” Sam said, opening his arms for you.

You rushed into his hug, burying you rface into his chest.

Then you turned to Dean. He pulled you into a hug and spun around, kissing your forehead.

“No more touchy-feely crap,” Dean said, letting go of you. “Let’s eat some pizza.”

You sat on the library table between Sam and Dean, shoving pizza after pizza into your mouth. 

“Sam, time us,” you ordered, giving Dean your hardest stare.

“Just because it’s your birthday, doesn’t mean I’m letting you win,” Dean warned.

“Oh, you’re one!” You scofffed.

“Three, two, one, go!” Sam announced.

You and Dean started racing to see who could eat their pizza fastest.

You’d totally overestimated yourself.

Dean basically shoved the whole thing into his mouth, chewed twice, and then swallowed.

You weren’t even on the crust.

“Okay, I regret even suggesting this race,” you said, putting down your half-eaten pizza. “That image of you just made me sick.”

Dean laughed and jumped up, wiping the grease off his face.

“I know you wanted to dance with dad tonight, but I’m hoping your big brother’s a good enough substitute,” Dean said, holding his hand out to you. Sam played the waltz, and you smiled bashfully as you let Dean pull you into his arms.

Neither you nor Dean really knew how to dance, but that didn’t stop you from trying. He spun you around, dipped you whenever he felt. Your laughter was louder than the music at times, and you kept stepping on Dean’s feet.

But it was perfect.

When the song ended Sam clapped loudly. You pulled Dean into a hug and kissed his cheek before moving to the table and sitting down. 

“Guys, this was awesome,” you said as your brothers sat around you. “I think this is the best birthday yet.”

They smiled proudly and kissed your cheek.

“And now I’m beat,” you said, pushing yourself to your feet. “I’m gonna go to bed.”

“So soon?” Dean whined.

“I woke up at five,” you reminded him.

“Oh, I did too,” Dean remembered, then yawned. “I’m going to sleep too.”

You waved good night to your brothers, then went to your room. You crashed on your bed almost instantly, eyes drooping shut.

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You woke up only an hour later, a cry bursting from your throat.

Tears streamed down your face, and you couldn’t stop a few whimpers from escaping your lips. You took in deep breaths and sat up, holding your head up with your hands.

“They’re fine, they’re fine,” you repeated to yourself. “A monster didn’t get them.”

You heard your door creak open, and jumped as you looked at a large form entering your room.

You reacted as quickly as you could, and grabbed the nearest object, your lamp, and threw it at the figure.

“Seriously?” Sam’s voice demanded. 

“Shit,” you muttered.

You watched Sam limp over to you, then fall onto your bed by your side.

“That’s the second time today,” he told you.

“Where’d I hit you?” You asked.

“My hip,” he answered. “Almost got my junk again.”

“Sorry.”

Sam let out a laugh, and shook his head. “It’s fine,” he assured you. “You wanna talk about it?”

“About what?” You asked, playing dumb.

“Your nightmares.”

“I don’t have-”

“I heard you,” Sam interrupted gently. “And I’m not stupid. Every hunter gets nightmares. You don’t have to hide them.”

“You and Dean don’t,” you mumbled, crossing your arms over your stomach self consciously.

“Hell yes we do,” Sam argued. Your head snapped up to stare at him in shock. “We just don’t talk about them, which really isn’t healthy.”

You were silent for a moment, biting your bottom lip. 

“It’s usually the same nightmare,” you started, looking down at the ground. “We all go on a hunt, and I mess up somehow, and then you and Dean... You, uh... You d-d-” you just couldn’t get the words out.

Sam was able to guess what happened in your nightmares.

He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer to him.

“You’re a great hunter,” he assured you. “And although our jobs are dangerous, I know you’d never let Dean and I get hurt. And we sure as Hell won’t let you get hurt.”

“I know that,” you sighed, snuggling closer to him. “It’s just... In my dreams it feels so real!”

Sam kissed your forehead and held you tighter to him.

“I’m not dying any time soon. And Dean sure as Hell isn’t either.”

“But how do you know?”

“Y/N, have you met our family?” Sam asked. “When was the last time one of us stayed dead?”

You thought his question over for a moment, and had to admit that he had a point.

“I think we’re all out of the soul-selling-phase, but Cas won’t let us die, Crowley probably won’t let us die, I mean, shit! Half the monsters we deal with don’t even bother with trying to kill us! It’s too much trouble for so little an outcome!”

You found yourself laughing, nodding in agreement.

“I’m Crowley’s favorite,” you stated.

“Yeah, I know,” Sam said, rolling his eyes. “And if Dean or I die, and you go to Crowley with that sad look you get when you lose something, he’ll bring us back in a heartbeat.”

“Thanks Sam,” you said after a moment. You felt a huge weight lift off your chest. The nightmares had been freaking you out for weeks now, and were a constant worry to you.

But not anymore.

Sam helped you realize how sillyy your fears were.

“So you feel better now?” Sam asked, moving to get up.

“Yeah,” you confirmed. You quickly grabbed his hand, though, and stopped him from leaving. “But can you please stay with me?”

Sam smiled and jumped back into your bed. You laid your head on his chest, and he wrapped an arm around you.

“Am I your favorite brother?” Sam asked.

You laughed and closed your eyes, not answering his question.

“I know I am,” Sam stated.

With your brother protecting you, and the memory of an awesome birthday, you fell into a peaceful sleep.