Long Time, No See - Sam Winchester x Reader

Shut up and Kiss me

Reader POV

The hunt was relatively easy, a salt and burn. But the ghost was a father attached to his high school class ring that his son wore. It was a little difficult to get the ring but we did, using the magic power of my breasts and fake flirting. He didn't notice, or at least not until we were out of town. The ghost did kinda throw me into a tombstone and it cut my shoulder but it wasn't anything to write home about. We were almost back to the bunker when Dean turned down the music he had been blasting and looked at me through the rear view mirror. 

"You gotta be more careful, Y/N. I don't want you getting hurt because of us."

"I'm fine, it's just a little cut. We've all done worse simply to prove we're human. Probably only needs a few stitches just because its on my shoulder and I move it a lot. And it's not because of you so don't even try to start treating me like a responsibility."

"You are our responsibility, Y/N! As soon as you start working cases with us you become our responsibility and I don't want to have another person's death on my hands so when I tell you to be careful, you be careful, got it?"

"Listen, Dean, apparently in our time apart you forgot who I am and how I was raised because it's exactly the same as you were. I've been in this life as long as you two and I know just as much as you two. I've done the stuff you do together, on my own. Yeah, sure I haven't stopped the apocalypse or defeated the Darkness but that's because I didn't start any of it! I'm not your responsibility, I want to be your equal! And if you don't treat me like it, I'll just leave. Plain and simple." At this point we had already pulled into the bunker's garage so I flung the door open and grabbed my bags, storming to my room. Once my door was closed, I sank down to the floor with my back against it. 

I could hear Sam yelling but couldn't make out too many words. Just sounded like him arguing my point in a way Dean would understand better but knowing Dean, you can't make him understand anything he doesn't want to. How did Dean go from flirting and trying to get in my pants to trying to treat me like I was a kid he was babysitting? I jumped when the door behind me vibrated at the knocks of one of the brothers. I waited silently to see who it would be. 

"Y/N, it's me." Sam knocked again lightly. I got up from the floor and opened the door to see the man in front of me immediately look concerned, and only then did I realize I had been sobbing trying to listen to the boys argument. 

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay." He grabbed my shoulder and closed the door behind him, leading me to the foot of my bed. He sat us down and wrapped his arm around me, letting the other one fall onto my knee. 

"I just want to feel accepted, trusted. It was a simple case, nothing bad happened. My good dreams are worse than what happened on this case." I wiped my tears and looked him in the eye. "Does he want me to leave?"

"No, no, he wants you to stay. I talked some sense into him. Even if he did want you to leave, I don't think I could let you go. He's just- he always does this. With anyone that we care about, anyone that is at risk. Deep down he knows how much of a badass you are, that you could help us just as much as we can help you. Not many people are like us, born into the life. You are our equal even if you are a foot shorter than us." he teased, "Dean doesn't know how to show he cares. But.. I do, and I'd like to show you." his eyes fell to my lips and didn't leave. Before I knew it he was leaning in to kiss me and I was leaning in to be kissed. Seconds before our lips would have made contact, a knock at my bedroom door echoed through my room and we both jumped at the sound. I slowly opened my eyes and looked up at him before moving away slightly and telling Dean to come in. 

"I just... I wanted to come talk to you, to apologize. I know if our dads were still here they'd yell at me for treating you that way. You're just as good as us if not better. I would like you to stay." He nodded shyly. It didn't seem like a lot but an apology, any apology, from Dean Winchester means a lot. 

"I'm gonna give you two a minute." Sam whispered before shuffling away to his room. 

"I accept your apology, you know I can't manage to stay mad at you. Just- please don't ever talk to me like that again. I am not your responsibility. If we are working together, we are partners. Just like you and Sammy." I stood up and walked closer to him. 

"I know that it's all you know, caring about us. But, Dean, we're all grown now. We'll be fine because we all have each other. I'll protect you and Sam, and I trust you guys to protect me. Go get some sleep, D, you've been driving all day." I smiled at him reassuringly before pulling him into a small hug. He made his way out of my room and I followed, turning down the opposite side of the hall towards Sam's room. 

"Hey." I heard Dean's voice call from behind me. I turned to meet his gaze over my shoulder and raised an eyebrow. 

"I told you so." He smirked before entering his room. 

"Sammy?" I tapped my knuckles on his door. 

"Come in." I opened the door and found him sitting at his desk, feet up and head resting on his hand, the other ran through his hair. 

"I, uh, I could use a hand. With my shoulder. Probably needs stitches." I said awkwardly, wondering if he really did want to kiss me as bad as I wanted to kiss him. 

"Let's go to the bathroom." he smiled and led me to the bathroom, grabbing the first aid kit from the closet, "You'll probably have to sit on the sink so I can reach you easier." I climbed up on the edge of the sink and laughed at the height difference that still remained. I peeled off my jacket that was now soaked in sweat and blood, and realized today I had worn an actual shirt instead of a tank top so I had to take that off too. I looked up at him shyly before taking off my shirt, revealing the wound just next to my collarbone. 

"Looks worse than just a couple stitches. This is gonna hurt quite a bit." He soaked a cotton ball and nodded at me before swiping it over the wound. I winced and gripped the edge of the sink. He continued cleaning it and finally took out the needle and thread. I tried to breath through the pain but it felt unbearable. The time it took felt like hours and I didn't even realize he was done until I heard the crinkling of gauze packaging. 

"All done." He helped me down from the sink and I felt his eyes trace every inch of my body. I was wearing a cute black lace bra that was revealing more than I had planned to show Sam this early. I had only been back with the boys for about a week, if felt rushed. But honestly what doesn't feel rushed in a hunters' life? 

"Early, what were you talking about showing me?" I smirked at him knowingly. 

"Oh, I-uh-I just wanted to-uh-" he stuttered, smiling like a big freaking idiot. 

"Shut the hell up and kiss me."