#johnwinchester

#wednesday #winchesterwednesday

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#supernatural #season14 #episode13

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Summary - Sam goes off to college and the other two Winchester sibling have to be there for each other now.

Dean sat on the step of a dingy motel staircase, watching his baby brother ride away. As the bus pulled away Dean's chest felt heavy, and he had to choke back a sob. His throat and cheeks started to burn as tears brimmed his eyes. He felt like he failed, he couldn't keep his family together. His one job, his one command he couldn't do.

He took an unsteady breath and tried to bring himself together as his baby sister sat down with him. She had dried tears down her cheeks, but she just stared at the bus stop. Her gaze falls on her big brother, her strong, resilient big brother. "Hi," she mumbled scooting closer, "hey." He croaked a small tear escaping his eye. "Dean, this isn't your fault." The older brother scoffed but stayed silent.

"It isn't he chose to leave. Besides you still got me. I'm not leaving you." Dean looked at her finally, and his heart broke as he gave her a small smile. Patting her hair, bringing her into a hug. She shivers into his warm embrace, as the cool air starts to pick up. "Come on kiddo, we should go inside." She nods and offers him a hand up which he hesitantly took. Their skin tingles as the warmth of the apartment washes over them. John long gone, drove off in a tantrum over Sam.

Being around John just had a way of making you feel alive, making you feel taken care of, making you feel like you actually deserve the good things in life that sometimes popped up through all of the bullshit. You just finished a rigorous lovemaking session with him, and you were still feeling the afterglow of it, radiating with it.

Only the blanket gave you any kind of modesty. You were propped up on your arms, stomach to the bed, while caressing John’s cheek beside you. “You’re way too good at that,” You laughed. He smiled at you, facial hair giving him a grizzly appearance.

“I aim to please,” He said, rolling onto his side. He kissed your fingers, all while stroking your ribs under the blanket, over the curve of your ass and then -

The door to your motel room opened. It didn’t fly open but it was still quick enough where you couldn’t hide anything that you were doing. The sons of the man that you were currently in bed with just let themselves in, and it took them a moment to comprehend what they were seeing. John was on the jump though, sitting up as fast as he could. “GET OUT.” He shouted.

“What the hell-” Dean let out, while Sam started to stammer some kind of excuse. You let yourself drop down onto your chest and put the pillow overtop of your head, trying to hide as much of yourself as possible. They knew it was you. Who else would it be. But the awkwardness was overwhelming.

“OUT.” John yelled, and this time they got the message. Sam grabbed Dean by the shoulders and pulled him back outside, the heavy door closing shut in their faces. It blocked out whatever conversation they were having out there. “Y/n? You okay?”

“Well that was utterly humiliating,” You mumbled into the pillow. He lifted it off of you and laughed a little as some of your hairs stuck to the pillow, making them rise. “I don’t know how I’m going to sit with them in the car tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” John repeated. “It’s already morning. We leave in less than an hour.”

You groaned, realizing that you had missed a night of sleep. You had a lot of fun during it obviously, but that was going to be catching up to you later. “Coffee?”

“The Irish kind.” John agreed.

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