Sacrifices (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Dreaming A Memory.

I walked in from school.  My backpack flung off my shoulder and onto the floor.  Thud.  My body followed the motion onto the couch.  I grabbed the remote off the table.   The television flicked on.  Footsteps headed toward me.

"You're home for two seconds and you've made a mess," my mother said.

"It's a talent of mine," I joked.

"I'd say. The contents of your bag are everywhere."

"I'll get it later."

"You'll clean it up now."

"But it's my birthday.  And you made me go to school so I don't have to clean."

"Oh yes, almighty birthday queen.  Your friends are coming over soon.  Maybe you want to spruce up a bit?"

"I had a whole night of eating junk food and watching TV ahead of me," I whined.

"You have got to be the only fifteen year old that would rather live as a hermit than be with friends."

"Hey, mom, I have a birthday request."

"What's that?" she asked.

"I wanna come with you to work sometime."

Her smile immediately faded.  She turned away from me.  She, and my father, tried to keep their lives from my brother and I.  But I knew what they did.  I pieced it together.  My brother was still young enough to not really pick up on it.  She shut the television off and told me to go get ready.  I really didn't want to go out.  Maybe I was a weird kid.  I changed into my favorite skirt and shirt.  My mom walked by.

"You look nice," she said.

"Thanks," I answered, pulling on a pair of shoes.

"I know you hate that I won't take you to work.  But I think, maybe, next year if you are still really interested...I'll consider it."

"Really? That's the best maybe present ever."

I was excited.  I really was.  I gave her a hug as my dad headed in the door from his job.  Not the real one, but the one that held us over financially until another job came up.  I let go of my mom.  My dad's voice boomed through the house.  He was very boisterous.  He got my brother first.  I could hear him laughing.  Trying to tell my dad that he was too old for the tickle monster.  But his squealing laughter said otherwise.  I stood halfway down the stairs.  My brother's face bright red as he begged for my help.

"You were snooping around in my room you little bugger.  You deserve this. All hail the tickle monster," I joked.

"Stooop!" he said giving my dad's arm a smack.

"You know, we do have to get her somehow.  It is her birthday," my dad said.

"Hey, no, my friends are going to be over."

"You thinking what I am thinking?" my dad asked my brother.

"Yeah," he responded with his child-like giggle.

"No! Mom, stop them."

I ran up the stairs.  Only to meet my mom with a grin on her face.  The ultimate betrayal.  She wrapped her arms around me.  My dad and brother racing each other up the stairs.  It was first my dad that latched around my mom and I.  He knocked us over.  My brother leapt up and over the last step.  Dropping on top of us.  The pile of us made a collective oof.

"Birthday dog pile!  Happy Birthday, ____," the three of them exclaimed in a disorganized unison.

"I hate you all," I  said flatly.