Supernatural one shots

Dean's imagenary friend

Dean Winchester is a big brother. For a long time it was all he was well that and a soldier and often caretaker for his dad. He raised his brother Sam and that was that. Alas, with many a night spent alone watching Sam as he slept his mind would wonder. What if someone could care for him? Someone who he could confide in or complain to. This led him to create a friend. Normal kid stuff, it was someone to play with, rant to, and be comforted by. He would talk to it and pretend he was being tucked in to bed. As he got older he grew out of the childish fantasy and focused on his responsibilities. Sam needed to be trained to hunt and he sure as hell wouldn't let John do it. Throwing himself into the role of brother, mother, and father he was forced to forget his fictional friend.

Years later in the bunker

Dean always tries to be the last one asleep other than Cas who never slept. Most of the time Jack didn't ether but tonight hewas out like a light. Dean made a final round checking on everyone before he got his four hours. Sam asleep, Jack asleep, Cas in his room reading for the night. Everyone was good. Finally he retired to his room for well deserved sleep.
After about an hour Dean awoke. Some stupid nightmare. All he remembered from was heat and a weight in his arms. Getting up for a beer he wondered into the kitchen. Still shaken from his dream he didn't notice the foot steps behind him. He considered calling Mom but didn't want to bother her. He would wake up Sam but he got so few peaceful nights he would hate to pull him out of whatever peaceful sleep he did get. Not until Dean was sitting at the table did he hear the voice.
"Of course he's a drunk just like his dad." It said it was making no effort to be quite.
Dean grabbed a knife sitting from the night's dinner pointing it to the sound. He switched on the light and searched the room. His eyes landed on the source. A teenage looking girl. She stared blankly at him as if she was not just found in the middle of his kitchen.
"Who the hell are you?" Dean yelled
No answer
"I'm talking to you bitch!" he yelled hearing footprints run down the hall
"How can you see me?" Her confused expression turned to realization. "Sully."
Then Sam with a gun and Cas blade drawn appeared in the doorway.
"Nether one of those can kill me" she said mater of factly "Dean do you really not recognize me? We're friends."
Dean felt his heart drop into his stomach.
"No... no you're ... vnot real I made you up!" He didn't realize he was yelling.
"Dean I'm a zana I know you don't want to believe me but it's true." She sounded like she was comforting a child.
"No you're not a zana they only appear to people who need it" Dean still had the knife pointed at the creacher.
The girl raised and eyebrow looking smug.
Sam looked from Dean to the girl before saying
"Dean had an imaginary friend." He was more surprised then anything.
"Yes fine I did but I was six you made up Sully when you were nine!" Dean felt sweat beginning to form on his forehead and his hands were shaking.
"Dean I was just checking in and I forgot Sully gave you the ability to see us I didn't mean to scare you I'm sorry." She apologized.
At this point Dean sat on the floor his legs were too shaky to support him.
The girl began to speak to Sam "Dean was a very lonely kid after Mary was killed. John emedietly fourced him into the role of your parent. Dean was about five when John decided to leave you two alone in motels. First for a night, then a weekend, then a week. Dean never complained. He made sure you were fed, and healthy, read to, and tucked in and he made sure you were happy and loved. He loves you but he never felt like he could talk to you. Especially before you knew about monsters. So I showed up I was someone who would take care of him. He even gave me a name. I found him a simply took the form of his imagination. I started at age 8 when he was 5 and aged with him. I read to him, helped him with homework, told him to eat, and tucked him into bed. I acted like his big sister because that is what he needed. He told me everything he would complain about his dad. He never spoke bad about Sam just said he loved him and wished he could have known Mary."
Sam eyes were wide as he prossed what he had heated. "Okay but Dean's 40 and you still look 17, why?"
"Ask Dean" her voice was flat
"I grew up I didn't need an imaginary friend to bitch to." His voice was shaking
"Yes sure lets go with that" she rolled her eyes and the man still seated on the flour.
"What was... your... I mean what did he call you?" Sam stuttered out
She gave Dean a knowing look. "That is Dean's job to tell."
Sam looked to his older brother
"shut up it doesn't mater besides I don't even remember" Dean stood up again
"Really you don't remember I visit you every year Dean you still talk to me when your alown." She strolled out leaving the trio to talk.
"Dean?" Sam said his eyes were beginning to water.
"Fine!" He shouted "Mary I called her Mary. I would pretend I had a big sister who was three years older then me and named after my dead mother I kicked her out when dad found out. He said I was too old to have an imaginary friend. He threw me out for a month and only let me back when I promised not to talk to her again. He said I was disrespecting Mom's memory by making something up to replace her." Now Dean was beginning to cry his chest heaved and he had to sit back down.
He began to sob into her shoulder loudly. Sam and Cas knelt near him and began stroking his back.

Eventually Dean was able to stand. He gave Sam a tight hug apologizing under his breath. Sam just hugged his brother tighter hoping he knew he had nothing to be sorry about. They left the room to look for Mary. They found her in Jack's room watching to sleeping toddler. Dean went in while Sam and Cas stayed back.

"He seems like a great kid you're doing a good job" she said eyes fixed on Jack.
Dean finally forced the words out of his mouth "I'm sorry I kicked you out it was a dick move it was just I didn't realize you were real and I was 13 and I felt like I was too old to need someone to take care of me. I know that's a lousy excuse because you cared for me for so long and"
He was interrupted by arms rapping around him. Mary hugged him and so the kneeled on the floor holding each other. She stroked his hair and whispered southing words into his ear. He cried into her shoulder and for the first time in a while Dean let himself be helped. They stayed like that until Dean feel asleep.

The next morning when he opened his eyes. At first he thought it was a dream but he then saw a note on his desk it read

Dean,
You, Dean Winchester, are a hunter, a big brother, and now a father. Remember that that is not all you are. You are caring and passionate. You have been to hell and back (literally). You have seen the worst parts of this world and yet you are still one of the best men in it. Remember your brother is not a child anymore, talk to him he wants to help you. Your biggest strength is each other.
You're imaginary sister,
Mary