Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #24: Injuries

Imagine: you're injured and feel useless, and the boys feel bad for you.

Age: 15

"Y/n, I don't want you doing anything for a while. Your ribs are still weak." Dean said firmly, gently pushing me back into my seat. I grunted in pain and sat back down, crossing my arms angrily. I picked at my black cast encasing my wrist, avoiding the boys' gazes.

"But I feel so useless! And I'm so lonely, I only see you guys like once a day now. The least you could let me do is research stuff." I protested quietly, continuing to grumble to myself.

"Y/n, it's a wonder Dean even let you out of bed this morning. And he's right. You need to stay rested." Sam agreed with his brother sympathetically, knowing exactly how I'd felt. I rolled my eyes and sighed.

"Fine, fine. If it'll make you happy, then sure." I said eventually. I forced myself to my feet with a small groan, Dean helping to pull me up, and walked away towards my room. I could feel Dean and Sam's eyes on me as I went, so I forced myself to stand up straight, and ignored the pain in my ribs as I marched into the hall.

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"Y/n, babe? Will you come out here a minute?" I heard Sam call me as I paused the show I was watching on my laptop. A mixture of excitement and apprehension crossed my features, knowing I was either being called out because they'd changed their mind and were gonna involve me, or do another of their checkups they made me do frequently, check my ribs and stuff.

I grunted my way out of my bed and down the hall, taking half a minute just to get up the steps. Sam and Dean were waiting for me, excited looks on their faces, hands held behind their back.

I raised an eyebrow, and they smiled before pulling their hands from behind their backs. In Sam's hands was a stack of movies, and in Dean's was a gigantic bowl filled to the brim with popcorn.

"Surprise movie night!" Sam exclaimed proudly, gesturing to his stack of films. My eyes lit up and I smiled.

"We've got snacks, all your favorite Disney movies, and," Dean leaned closer and lowered his voice, even though everyone in the room was right next to him and he wasn't hiding his words from anybody, "I turned the AC down really low so it'll get really cold and we can have a cuddle fest." I chuckled at the oldest Winchester, his antics like a five-year olds. Nevertheless, the boys knew I loved cuddling, and knew exactly how to get me to feel better.

"Aww, boys," I said, holding out my arms. They put down their belongings and walked up to me, hugging me gently as I wrapped an arm around each of their shoulders, "you shouldn't have."

"Well, we felt bad that you were feeling so left out. So, we gave the hunt to another hunter and cleared the night for us." Sam said, kissing my cheek.

"Dammit, why is it that every time I get mad at you two you have to go and do stuff like this?" I said happily, pulling away from them. Dean's face lit up into a smile and he ruffled my hair.

"Cause you love us, so we can't let you get mad, it'd ruin us." He said. I rolled my eyes with a light chuckle.

"Well, what are we waiting for then? Movie night is officially on!" I pumped my good hand in the air triumphantly and turned, beginning my hobbling descent down the stairs, already a bit better at it than the last time I'd done it, and heading towards the bunker theater room that doesn't actually exist as far as we know but in this story it does so yeah, fourth wall break. Whoo.

A few minutes later I was sitting on a short couch, obviously meant for just two people, trying to choose from Sam's array of movies. I eventually decided on Forrest Gump.

Sam and Dean had sat down on the little couch while I put the movie in, and when I returned they were staring at me awkwardly.

"I don't think there's enough room for us all to be comfortable." Sam said, glancing at Dean's side, brushing his in the limited space. It wasn't so much that he was uncomfortable being that close to his brother, but more that he wanted me to be able to sit with them. I smirked, my blanket and pillow in my hands.

"Sure there is," I said, putting my pillow against the arm of the couch, partly in Dean's lap, "you just gotta think outside the box."

I turned around and sat in the little dip between the boys, rather painfully, before turning and stretching out across the two, my head and upper body in Dean's lap and my legs in Sam's, my rear sort of folded into the space between the two. Both boys chuckled and made themselves comfortable beneath me, Dean running his fingers through my hair and Sam propping his arms on my legs and his legs on the coffee table while I grabbed the remote and turned on the movie.

The night was well spent, I'll say that. Dean fed me popcorn and Sam leaned over on my knees, using them as a pillow, and we enjoyed the movie. At one point, Cas showed up, said he had nothing to do. So, I stood up and shoved him in between Sam and Dean on the couch before returning to the position I'd been in before, with Cas now awkwardly supporting my rear with his lap.

I felt a strange sort of burst of happiness as Cas went from his initial reaction of looking confused and slightly terrified, to accepting what was going on and resting his hands on my hip neatly. It was nice to see Cas become more human-like. He was the most 'down-to-Earth' angel I've ever met. Heh. Heh. See what I did there? Cause like, he fell...? I'm a horrible friend.

We got through Forrest Gump and started The Lion King, which was quite the transition of movies, but none of us were really paying attention, as we were all slowly falling asleep. I didn't know who went first, I think it was Sam, but I did know that when I went out, it was fast. Dean had fallen asleep with his hand tangled in my hair, his face propped up on his hand, his elbow on the arm of the couch, and I had turned my upper body away from the TV and snuggled into his shirt, where I sat for a while, listening to his calm heartbeat and rumbling breaths.

Castiel tells us he doesn't sleep, that he has no need for it, but I know for a fact that before I passed out, I opened my eyes to see all three of my boys with closed eyelids and echoing snores.

I smiled at my little, broken family. Smiled at the image of them together happily, smiled at the lack of blood, shiners, black-eyes, and all the injuries that came with the life we lived, smiled at the peace that laced their features, smiled at their soft breathing, smiled at Dean's slow, calm heartbeat.

I smiled until I fell asleep.