Sacrifices (Dean Winchester x Reader)

The Witch And The Familiar.

Dean and I shared a laugh.  How could either of us forgotten about that time?  We were so different then.  He held the bracelet with a nostalgic look.  He tried to give it back to me, but I refused to take it.

"I don't need that Dean.  I've found my family.  I'm not lonely anymore,"  I smiled.

"Well, too bad," he said putting it back on my wrist, "it was a gift.  Why did you stop wearing it anyway?"

"I almost lost it in a fight.  I put it in my bag to keep it safe.  I guess not wearing it every day I just kind of forgot about it.  Sorry."

"I'm surprised you still had it after so long."

"You don't know how much that moment meant to me. I always hoped you would come back, but you didn't before I left."

"We actually came back the day you left. I should have put it together sooner."

"Yeah, I'm feeling the same.  But you look much different than the kid I met.  Plus, we spent like five minutes with each other then nothing for years."

"Guess you're right."

"Well, thanks for checking on me.  I'm just going to need a few minutes to wrap my head around all of this and I'll be down."

"Alright," Dean said giving my forehead a kiss.

He walked out of the room as I fell back on the bed.  My hands moved roughly through my hair.  This could be a dream, couldn't it?  This was the last thing I wanted.  And trust me.  Part of me, well over half of me, wanted to run.  I wanted to run and not look back.  What if this was a curse instead of a blessing?  If I hurt these people, my family, I'd never forgive myself.  Then Dean's words echoed through my mind.  Somehow we'd figure it out and we'd do it together.  I believed him.  I took a quick shower, changed and dried my hair.  It was only a few minutes before I headed down stairs.  My feet carried me eagerly to the bottom. My sock covered foot slipped as I landed hard on my butt. It was the very last step.

"Ah, shit," I groaned.

Dean hurried over looking concerned.  Sam followed just to make sure I was okay.  And Bobby, well, he did what Bobby does best.

"All these years, you're some big hunter with magic and you can't go down the stairs without falling?" he laughed from the other room.

"This is a common occurrence?" Sam asked.

"Common? She broke her wrist flying down those stairs just after she got here when she was a kid."

"Can it, Bobby," I snapped.

Dean's hand grabbed my arm to help pull me up.  My one hand rubbed where I had landed.  Dean tilted back a bit before returning his glare to me.

"Need some help?" he joked.

"Maybe later," I said barely realizing my response.  Normally I would just turn red and tell him to mind his own business.  But this time Dean blushed slightly as I walked off.

"Uh, okay."

He smirked as we walked into the kitchen.  Bobby was plating up breakfast.  There were pancakes, eggs, all sorts of breakfast meats and toast.  Dean looked at the food with eager eyes.  I sat down by the window, across from Sam.  Dean tried to sit next to me.

"Don't you dare, Dean," Bobby's voice bellowed.

Dean straightened up and sat next to Sam.  Bobby put plates on the table before taking his seat next to me.  His arm wrapped around me pulling me in for a hug.  He told me that he missed me.  I smiled feeling that warm, I have a home again feeling, which was quickly ruined by Bobby saying he would literally kill me if I left like that again.