A Collection of Supernatural and Criminal Minds

Bad Decisions

Trigger Warning: This has a scene with Dean drinking. It isn't bad, but I just thought a trigger warning was necessary just in case.
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"Oh, whatever!" You shoved Sam playfully into the kitchen and followed after him. "I'm making waffles. Do you want any?" He grimaced a little but nodded. He hated eating anything that was remotely unhealthy but you were running out of groceries and you weren't going to the store until Tuesday. You gave him a smile that said 'I'm sorry but this is the best I can do' and turned to get the ingredients. You made the waffles and slid a plate full of them in front of Sam at the table. "I'm going to take these to Dean," you said, gesturing to the plate full of waffles in your hand. You made your way to Dean's room, which you refused to call the bat cave, and knocked on the door. "Dean?" No answer. You knocked again. There was still no answer so you opened the door and immediately regretted it. Empty beer bottles crowded the dresser and Dean was sprawled halfway on the bed and halfway hanging off of it, a whiskey bottle with only half of the contents left in his hand. You knew he had been drinking again but you didn't know that it was this bad. You didn't feel the plate you were carrying fall to the floor and you certainly didn't hear it shatter to bits and pieces. All you thought in that moment was that you had lost Dean. You weren't afraid that he was dead, because Dean Winchester could definitely hold his liquor, but you didn't even recognize the person in front of you. You felt your feet moving and you saw your hands reach out and take the bottle from his hands, adding it to the pile of smashed glass on the floor. You felt hands pulling you away from Dean and into the hallway. You didn't realize you were crying until Sam wrapped his arms around you. "It's okay, it's alright." He whispered, rocking you both from side to side until your sobs had ceased and you could breathe again. When you had cried it out  you pulled away from him and wiped your leftover tears with your shirt sleeve. "I'm okay." He gave you a look. "Seriously, I'm fine, but how are you okay? He's your brother, not mine." Sam's eyebrows shot up. "Are you kidding me? He's just as much your brother as he is mine." His went soft. "You're family, Y/N."
Dean chose that moment to wake up from his whiskey coma and stumbled out into the hallway. "What's going on?" He asked, holding his head and squinting his eyes.
You felt frustrated, angry, scared, and above all betrayed. Dean and Sam were the only family you had now, and you couldn't bear to lose them. You couldn't find the words to say how you felt so you just shook your head and pushed past him, rushing to your room and slamming the door.
You stumbled over to the bed and collapsed on it, sobbing into your hands.
After a little while, your sobs had died down to a couple of tears and your breathing had returned to normal. You heard a soft knock on the door. It opened a little bit and Dean's head peeked through the opening. "Can I come in?" You nodded, too emotionally drained to do anything else. Dean came over to the you were laying on the bed and kneeled beside it. He looked at you intensely and watched you wipe away a stray tear. "I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have had the much to drink. I know it was wrong of me to drink that much and it won't happen again." He spoke softly and he looked as if he was actually taking this seriously. You knew better than to believe that he wouldn't do it again, though. "I've heard that crap before, Dean. Please don't to lie to me. It hurts worse if you do." You looked down at your hands, not having the strength to look him in the eye.
"I promise it won't happen again, Y/N. Why won't you believe me?" He sounded desperate so you glanced back up to his face and what you saw was pure guilt. Even though you knew it would hurt, you decided to finally tell him about your past.
"When I was younger, I came home from school and no one was there. I went through every room trying to find my mom or my dad but they were gone. After three days, my dad finally came home. He was so wasted that he was out of his mind, and he told me that mommy didn't love us anymore. He told me it was just going to be the two of us and that I wouldn't ever see my mom again. The next few weeks were terrible, and the rest of my time living with my father wasn't much better. I would come home from school to beer bottles everywhere, and sometimes my dad would go out to a bar and wouldn't come home until early in the morning. I was just an obligation to him. My mom left and even though my dad wasn't much of a father, he eventually left me too. And I guess... I guess I'm scared that you're going to leave me too."
You didn't realize you were crying until Dean reached out and pulled you towards him, wrapping his arms around you.
He comforted you by rubbing your back and saying, "Shh, it's alright. I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here, okay?"  
Dean just kept holding you until the tears stopped.
You know now that even though the Winchesters aren't blood, they're still family.
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