Gemini (Supernatural Rewrite Sam x Reader x Dean)

Dead in the Water

Standing on your tippy toes, your small hands wrapped around the edges of the smooth wood as you tried your hardest to take a look at the sleeping toddler inside the playpen. You saw him breathing softly, his little tummy moving up and down, he was okay. Something inside your four year old mind urged you to check up on little Sammy.

You were in your bedroom when you had the idea. You saw that Dean was sound asleep on the floor next to you, snuggled deep into his sleeping bag. You slipped out of yours and slowly made your way down the hall and headed towards your mother's bedroom, where the little toddler slept peacefully in the playpen across from her bed. You smiled and sighed in relief, everyone was fine.

"Miss Violet, why aren't you in bed?" You turned your head to see your mother, who was sitting up in bed. Her heavy eyelids were barely open, but she made out your figure through the cracks of sunshine through the windows. Her eyes travelled to the clock on the bedside table before  returning to you— not an ounce of anger in them. "It's very early, go back to bed." She whispered in a sleepy voice.

"I just wanted to see..." You turned to the sleeping babe and huffed. "If he was alright." You explained, approaching your mother's bed. She smiled and leaned over, kissing the top of your forehead.

It was not often that your neighbors left town long enough to warrant a sleepover, but the last minute change of plans had you worried — though you couldn't place why.

She moved some hair out of your face, smiling at you. "Dean and you have a big day ahead of you before Mr. Winchester gets back from his trip."

"Okay." Was all you managed to say before turning around and leaving the softly lit bedroom and heading back to your own. You slipped yourself back into the sleeping bag and closed your eyes. You tried your hardest to block out the sounds of Dean twisting and turning around in his makeshift bed. You opened your eyes and stared at the boy with annoyance, but he was already looking at you with those green eyes of his.

He was lying on his stomach, resting his head on his elbows as he tried to smile, but all he could manage was a crooked one, keeping himself from crying, or so the mist in his eyes relayed. "V," He whispered softly as if your mother would jump in at any moment to yell at you for talking. His voice became broken when he spoke up again. "I don't want you to go."

"I don't want to go. I want you to stay here with you and baby Sammy." You were on the verge of crying, but he hushed you as he quickly slipped out of his sleeping bag and tried to comfort you. An almost protective gesture as the slightly older boy tucked you into his arms.

"We still have today to do a whole bunch of fun things before you leave." Dean's tone was softer now, more gentle as you continued to blubber. He hurried, trying to think of something to make you stop. "Stop crying, you're gonna get your baby boogers on my shirt."

"I'm not a baby." You took a shaky breath in, sniffling as you dried your tears with the back of your hands.

"You little twerp, I'm the oldest. You'll always be a baby to me. and it's my job to protect you." He said sternly. You smiled at how he puffed out his chest and pretended to look manly. "As the oldest, I am going to make sure nothing bad happens to you. Or Sammy."

"I can protect myself." You frowned, sitting up straighter. "My mom says I'm a soapristicated young lady." You smiled and crossed your arms over your chest, the two of you separating to play your parts.

"Sophisticated." Dean corrected you, rolling his eyes.

"I'm going to be five in this many months." You put up your fingers to count, but you couldn't remember how long until your birthday was.