I found the cure to growing older,
And you're the only place that feels like home.
Dean, your younger brother, had managed to get himself a bad case of ghost fever. He was acting like he used to when he was younger. Like soon after what had happened to your mother...
Most nights would commence with him refusing to a) speak and b) sleep in his own bed. He'd insist on remaining by your side. The few that didn't start like that were the only times when it wouldn't occur to him. He'd have had a busy day and wouldn't have thought to insist upon sleeping in your bed with you.
Every night would end the same, though. He'd wake around half-eleven and slip into Sammy's makeshift travel cot with him. You and your dad thought that it may be that he'd started to relive that night every night, and was trying to protect Sammy.
Just so you know, you never know,
And some secrets weren't meant to be told.
Years later, once Dean had caught ghost fever, you discovered the reason behind why he would move to Sammy's makeshift travel cot.
You knew that he'd insist on being by you because it made him feel safe. It always had. You and your mum. But, for Sammy, you and your dad had never really known. Because Dean, for the majority of that time, wouldn't talk. No, for Sammy it was because he was his older brother and he needed to make sure that Sammy always felt safe with him, like he felt around you. "Because family sticks together," he explained. "That's what I learnt from you."
But I found the cure to growing older.
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Supermerwholock One Shots
Hayran KurguA collection of x readers and one shots from my top four fandoms. (Supernatural, Merlin, Doctor Who and Sherlock, for those who couldn't guess.) I am open to suggestions - no smut -. If you have any suggestions, then comment on the story with your i...