#jwritestuff

cw: disordered eating is implied, nothing graphic. just general anxiety around food. lots of comfort. also small sh mention, just one piece of dialogue.

summary: you have anxiety, and you go to your brothers for comfort.

an: hiiii this is like.. incredibly personal and probably niche. i have emetophobia and arfid so this is usually how my anxiety shows itself. let me know if you like this! i've been writing self-indulgent stuff lately so.. just wanna be sure you guys are down for this. okay mwah

my stomach hurts. i'm hungry. i don't want to eat. i get up to get help.

i feel dizzy as i go down the stairs. i keep walking until i hear dean's voice. "hey, you okay?"

i don't feel like talking right now. at all. i shake my head and mumble "anxious." i find my way to the couch and sit next to my oldest brother. i curl up into his side. i wish i could stay here forever.

he rubs up and down my arm. "how come?" he knows me well. he knows talking about it helps. 

but, i still don't want to talk. i think he can tell, but i need to communicate what's going on.

"my stomach hurts n' i forgot to eat. now i'm nervous." i take a deep breath to calm my nerves. "i was gonna cut." dean hugs me into his side more.

"i can have sam get your water bottle and a snack. how's that sound?" i hear sam walk across the room. (i truthfully didn't even know he was here; i can't think clearly right now.) i nod. they both know exactly what i need at that moment.

i can feel the tears form in my eyes. it's been almost three years. why do i still flip out over something as small as a stomach ache? i am so fucking tired. i wish i could turn off my brain for a while and stay here with dean.

dean is like, a mind reader, (or he heard me sniffle, not sure which) and he knew i was about to cry.

"'m so tired." my voice is raspy. dean kisses my forehead. "i know baby, i know." he sighs and continues rubbing my arm. "me and sammy got you. we always will." he rests his chin atop my head.

and i'm a crybaby because that makes me cry more. i love them so much.

sam is also very quiet. i didn't hear him come downstairs, but when i took my head out of dean's chest, i see my safe food and my water bottle on the coffee table. dean presses my favorite stuffed animal into my arms. (his name is theodore) i take theodore and put my nose to his head. i love how he smells.

"wanna watch pokemon?" dean says this so quietly, like i'm a sleeping baby.

"yes please."

"we got you baby." sam says. he sits on my other side. i feel so safe.

eventually, i eat my snack and drink some water. i took my night time medicine, and i am 100% prepared to fall asleep right here. anxiety is so tiring.

cw: none!

summary: you have a nightmare, dean comforts you! gn reader, fully platonic

an: short one 2day !! mwah enjoy (again; feedback is greatly appreciated!)

dean was never good at sleeping, or staying asleep, especially since he went to hell. 

to fix this issue, he just avoided sleeping as much as possible. (his siblings hated this, they want him to get rest) he stayed occupied until he physically couldn't stay awake anymore.

he's looking at instagram reels on his phone to pass the time. he looks to the corner of his screen. 4:32am. "goddamn." he is exhausted. this is one of those moments where he wishes he could sleep like a normal person. just once.

mid-spiral, he hears steps coming towards his room. then his door opening. low and behold, it's his youngest sibling, y/n. they're 21, but they still look like a kid once in a while. especially now. they have a big t-shirt (dean's or sam's, all their clothes are mixed up at this point.) and they're holding their favorite stuffed animal by the arm.

"hey. you okay baby?" his voice is so soft around y/n. they come in and stand beside the bed, silently asking if they can sleep with dean. 

"mmm" they hum. "had a ni'mare" dean notices their puffy eyes.

"come here." he moves over to make room for them. they come in and quite literally buries their face in his shirt.

"scary" they mumble. dean plays with their hair. "i'm sorry. did you want to talk about it? or did you just want a distraction?"

"dis'raction please." their voice is so small. dean wants to hold them and protect them from everything bad in the world. he hugs them tighter. 

"okay. here, i was just watching pokemon. remember this?" dean feels them turn their head to the tv and nod in his chest.

"you're okay. you're safe." he continues rubbing their back, resting his chin on the top of their head.

"love you" y/n says under their breath, as if they're telling dean a secret.

warnings: drinking mention (nothing graphic)

- summary: younger gn!reader meets a pretty girl, dean and sam are protective!

also: this is my first fic. i have no clue how to do this. feedback is appreciated!

dean and sam go to the bar every friday. i don't know, tradition? but i stay back. i'm not a drinker honestly. i would much rather stay at the bunker curled up with a good book. that’s definitely my kind of night.

my brothers practically begged me to go to the bar with them. they need a ‘good luck charm’ for their pool game, or whatever they call it. so i went. they don't listen to the word ‘no’.

i’m knee deep. knee deep in a new book i'm reading. exactly 237 pages in. dean and sam are playing pool, shouting whenever possible. they are definitely drunk. mid sentence, i feel a hand on my shoulder.

"hi."

oh my god.. she's so.. she has black curly hair and deep brown eyes.

"hi." i mutter. taking her in. (how do you calmly greet a hot girl?) 

"i'm charlotte" she looks at me so intensely. like we could for sure kiss right now. 

"i'm y/n." i smile, trying my best to flirt. "come, sit" i point to the seat across from me.

"what are you reading?" she asks.

and i love her already. "oh! um.. its a book about a teenage alcoholic, not my usual genre but i love this auth-" dean comes up next to my chair.

he wraps an arm around me. "hey kid! who is this?" he asks, raising his eyebrows.

I give him a pleading look that says, ‘please dont embarrass me’. 

"dean, this is charlotte. charlotte, this is dean. one of my brothers" 

"hi!" she says so sweetly may i add. i look at her for a split second, mouthing ‘im sorry’ and giving her an apologetic smile. she waves me off like it's nothing and my oldest brother isn't about to humiliate the fuck out of me.

"ah, charlotte. so what are your intentions with our y/n?" charlotte, thankfully, laughs at this.

"dude shut up" i lightly slap his arm. "go back to pool, i think sam is moving the balls around!" that gets him.

"oh shit. ok well, y/n stays right here. don't take them anywhere i can't see them" he bumps my shoulder and winks at me. i (half) playfully roll my eyes.

he finally walks away. i give charlotte a desperate look. "oh my god. i am so sorry. him and sam, my other brother, they're insanely protective when it comes to me. especially when it comes to me and girls."

she laughs. "don't be sorry! it's really sweet how they care. have you had bad experiences in the past or..?"

"not really. they kinda get all parental when i'm sad. they've seen me heartbroken three times now, so i think they're trying to avoid another one of those meltdowns."

she looks apologetic. "heartbreak is the worst."

"cheers to that" i say. holding up my.. water. but, she laughed, so i'd say thats a win.

right when i look up. i see sam. 

"hey kiddooooo" he draws out. oh god. he's for sure drunk. 

"just needed- just wan- to see what you're reading!" he's doing his best to pretend to be interested in my book, but i know better, he just wants to be sure my choice of woman is acceptable. looks at charlotte then looks at me. this goes on three more times. he mouths 'good taste' and gives me a thumbs up. i roll my eyes. "okay you can go now! thanks for checking in, i'm fine sam."

he walks away. he also winks. jesus christ get me out of here. 

"that's sam, i assume?" charlotte takes me out of my head for a second.

"uh.. yeah. again-"

"do not apologize. please. it's really adorable." so she's already picked up on my need to apologize for anything and everything. wow.

"okay." i look down, blushing. she breathes and i feel like i'm having a stroke. how is she so perfect?

"give me your phone." she says.

so of course, i hand her my phone. she says, "i'm putting in my number and following myself on instagram. that okay?"

i wanna kiss her so bad right now. just realized im staring at her lips. "i.. yes. that's perfectly okay."

she hands me back my phone. "i'll be sure to text you." she gets off the chair and comes extremely close to me. holy sh-

i'm staring at her lips again. she definitely realizes that by now. i just nod, speechless at this point. (how does she do that to me?)

she tucks my hair behind my ear and cups my face to kiss me. i kiss her back. obviously.

so yeah, i just died!

she pulls away after a minute or two. 

"see you y/n." she smirks. SMIRKS.

"bye charlotte." i say. (i've never been so red)

i turn back to my book, taking a breath. what just happened?

i was going to continue reading (not really, just think about charlotte) when i hear dean and sam whistling at me. i put my finger to my mouth, because, why are they so loud. they come back to give me a high five. i gladly accept their gesture this time.

"can't believe our little sibling got to makeout with a girl in a bar. their first time being in one. and they brought a fucking book." sam looks at dean with wide eyes. i can't say i don't agree, i didn't bring a book here to kiss a girl. but if that's what works, i'll take it.

cw: depression. that's it. that is the entire story. nothing graphic, just lots of comfort.

summary: you wake up having a bad mental health day, sam and dean are there to take care of you

an: wowww okay long time no see! i love a good hurt/comfort. as you guys know. things have been so busy lately, but in the new year things will die down and i'll be able to write more. ty for sticking w me :) u guys interacting makes me entire day ily

waking up, i feel like i'm being crushed by a thousand bricks. i can't get up. i sigh. i have accepted it's one of my bad days ™ . i close my eyes immediately in hopes of going back to sleep.

truthfully, i'm not tired. i'm wide awake. i bury myself in my comforter more. bring my stuffed animal to my face so i can feel their fur against my lips. i wish i could skip today.

i don't know what time it is, but after a while i hear a knock on my door. it's sam. (i know because he knocks lighter than dean. dean also barges in most of the time) i want to answer, but nothing comes out.

"hey, you up?" i hear my door creak open.

sam and dean have seen many bad days ™ , so they know how they start. sometimes, they can catch one coming before even i can. 

i just stare at the window. the closed window. i wonder if its sunny out. i assume sam sees my eyes open, because he keeps talking to me.

"hey." his voice softens. i feel the other side of my bed drop. "bad day?"

i can feel the tears start to form in my eyes. i nod, hoping he understands that talking isn't what i want to do at the moment.

"okay, that's okay." i can feel his worrying eyes on me. he looks like a sad puppy when he's worried. "do you need anything right now?"

i shake my head. i don't know anything right now. sam sighs. "okay. i'll go make you breakfast." he kisses my head.

breakfast is never a question on bad days. eating in general isn't a question. even if i have no appetite, dean and sam make sure i eat at least one meal and i drink a lot of water. some days these rules make me upset, but i know it's the right thing to do.

i go to grab my phone. my body hurts. where the fuck- oh. okay. it was underneath me. i check the time. 12:56pm. have i mentioned i hate waking up late? i am a morning person through and through. i feel so lazy when i wake up in the afternoon.

i sigh and turn off my phone in frustration. she's going back into the depths of my bed.

i hear a small knock. it's sam.

"hey." i hear him shuffle over to my side of the bed. he has to bend his knees a bit to get to my height. "made your favorite." i look at my plate with a small smile. they really are so sweet to me. tears form in my eyes (again) but before i can start crying, sam speaks up. "dean is making your coffee. a big one today. that cool?"

i look up at him. he still looks so concerned. i nod. i keep the smile on my face. i need him to relax. he grabs my remote. 

he loads up the office. he doesn't need to ask, they know my comfort shows by heart. once it's on, he turns to me.

"okay. food, water, coffee is coming, and the office. anything else i can do?" i start to open my mouth but he cuts me off. "oh! medicine. i'll get that." he does a little power walk out of my room.

time is still blurry, but it felt like seconds until dean came with my coffee. 

"i have your coffeeeee." he drags the last word out and shakes my coffee like i'm a dog and the coffee is my toy. incredibly accurate. he sits infront of where i'm sitting. "okay, how did i do?" he shoves the coffee into my hand. i take a sip, and dramatically smack my lips. 

"hmmm…" i (jokingly) ponder on his question. "it's a 10 out of 10. as per usual." now a real smile comes on my face.

"perfect! starbucks is missing out on me." then sam comes back.

"i have your meds." i look at him and say, "thank you, both of you." 

they both get up and start to leave. "wait." i say quietly. they both turn around (very urgently, may i add.) "stay?" my voice is so small. i hate asking for things.

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