Growing Up With Hunters (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

Playhouse.

enjoy.

Violets POV:

"Let me guess, antiquers?" The woman said at the front desk, I was behind Sam for one minute tying my unlaced shoe.

"How'd you know?" Dean smiled sincerely at the woman. If a ungenuine, semi-rude smile counted as sincerity. 

"You just look the type. So a king sized bed?" Dean's eyes got wide, and I giggled a lot louder than I meant to. I walked out from behind Sam, and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

The woman's face filled with shock and regret. She immediately started typing on her computer, probably trying to find a new room for the 3 of us. She had her light hair up into a ponytail, and looked quite young for someone who would work at a run down place like this.

"No, no. We're just brothers." Sam said trying to recover from what just happened. 

I let out the smallest giggle, and smiled at Sam then over to Dean. Sam returned the gesture a bit and let out a breathless chuckle, whereas Dean looked a bit irritated and confused.

"What did you mean we looked the type?" Dean said very curious, the poor woman looking at him scared of what should come out of her mouth next said nothing for a moment. Luckily she was saved by the cutest little girl running through, making Sam and I jump backwards, just dodging her.

"Tyler! I am so sorry about that." Sam held tighter onto my waist afterwards, as though I was going to fall over. 

Even though all of the scars and cuts from the accident were gone, my ankle wasn't 100%. It would still give me a sharp pain if I didn't stand in a specific way. It always got worse when I ran or jumped, though Dean and Sam always tried to give me the jobs that never required that. We're hunters, it in the job description. I loved them anyways for trying to keep me safe and helping me to not hurt myself anymore than necessary.

"Its fine." Sam waved his hand in a gesture saying that it was nothing. "Really."

I just gave her a sweet smile, hoping to make her feel better for her mistake, while she grabbed the keys, and called over the man who would be carrying over our bags.

"I can carry them its okay." I said as he grabbed my bag.

"I insist." He smiled, his wrinkles spreading, making him look a little older than he was before. I smiled kindly back at him and thanked him, walking forward with Sam's hand on my waist, helping me up the stairs. I had hurt my ankle just earlier, he wanted to carry me, but I insisted since the only way it was going to get better was by walking on it a bit. I mean I had been cooped up in a car for hours. I wasn't holding any crutches, so Sam was the next best thing.

We had finally gotten to the room, and I tried to take my things from the man when someone grabbed them before I could. I turned and saw Sam grabbing them, a serious look on his face, like I had committed a crime. He knew my ankle hurt, but also that I could handle myself, this was just to piss me off.

"Thank you sir." I said smiling at him, trying to look as happy as possible.

"You are very welcome." He said back to me. By the time I turned around, Sam was there picking me up, walking me over to the bed and setting me down. He bent down and whispered into my ear, "I love you, and i'm not letting you get anymore hurt than you already are, okay?" I gave him a kiss, and I said "I love you," right back to him."