A/N: So, this is quite a long one. This is for my best friend @britty4002 whose birthday it was on the 2nd of this month. I'm sorry it's a little late, but I hope you'll like it.
Sam. What was there to say about him. The younger Winchester always drew your attention. Sure, I am close to Dean as well, but with Sam it was a little different. The way I couldnt help but smile when he walked into a room or how I would softly chuckle once he said the famous words: So get this and your heart would just skip a beat when he would smile that cute smile of his.
Being only a year younger than the man you always seemed to fit with him more, leaving out that Dean could act as a child and Sam usually acted as the older one.
You had met when he went to Stanford, living in an apartment with his girlfriend of the time: Jessica. You had known about hunting and having Bobby Singer as your uncle made you not, well, close to the Winchester family. Your uncle surely wasnt happy when he heard about your crush on the younger brother, but when he learned he was no longer a hunter he came to accept it. Sadly Jessica was faster, snatching the snack out of the market.
You heard about Jessicas death the night after it happened, knowing it couldnt be an accident or anything even similar.
Just like Sam there was something special about you, but this was different. Your blood was a mixture of human blood and some strange combination of angels and demons. Thanks to this you could sense the pressure of something evil as you walked past the house, later recognizing it as the yellow eyed demon Azazel. That was your first hunting gig: hunting down Azazel.
Going undercover as a bartender you came into contact with other hunters, learning more about the thing you were hunting down.
It was when you were walking down the street when you saw a familiar car standing in an alleyway. You recognized it as a 67 Chevy Impala and you knew who drove that car.
2 young men walked out of a bar by the other side of the street.
Betraying old friends there Sammy? you chuckled, leaning against the hood of the car and the boy looked at you, confusion turning into a big smile.
Y/N?! he exclaimed, wrapping you into a firm hug as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.
How are you doing? I asked, breaking away as his brother came closer. I heard.
Yeah, well, life is life. How are you? Whats life like nowadays? he softly chuckled.
Dude, you not gonna introduce me? his brother spoke up, shoving him. Dean Winchester.
I know who you are Dean. I chuckled, shaking the older boys hand. Y/F/N. I used to be Jessicas roommate. I stated.
It must be hard. I said, turning to Sam again. I know how much you cared about her, your plans of proposing.
Uhm, yeah, you know. Itll get better I hope.
You came any further of the thing that killed her? I asked and the boys looked at each other with a confused look before Dean snapped back to me.
What do you know? Who are you?
Im a hunter. Well, from a line of hunters. Trying to get the thing that killed my friend. Then I saw this beauty and I remembered the stories my uncle Bobby used to tell me about John driving this thing. Your dad. I told the older brother, shoving him aside. I wanna help.
No. Dean said.
You dont decide, you dipshit. Sammy?
I think it would be nice. You know, have an old friend. he said before giving Dean his puppy eyes.
Dean eventually accepted, letting me come along and here we are now. A few months ago we lost Bobby. Tomorrow was my birthday, something Bobby and I were planning for a while before Dick killed him. That Dick.
I was sitting in my room in the bunker, reading my favorite book in bed. I believe I read it a thousand times already.
I heard a soft knock on my door and without putting my book away I told the person to come in.
Hey Y/N/N. I heard Deans voice say and I hummed, slightly gesturing him to go on.
Y/N, can you put the book down? I need to talk to you. he spoke gently, sitting down on my bed and putting his hand on the book, bringing it down.
Whats up Squirrel? I asked, giving him a smile.
First off, hang out with Crowley a little less. Youre turning into a mini him. Then, tomorrows your birthday. I was just wondering what you wanted to do with it?
Stay in my bed all day, training to die. I sarcastically stated.
Y/N/N. he sighed. If you want maybe Cass and I could stay until around 6 so you could have the rest of the day with Sammy. he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows.
Why would I want that?
Because thats your dream. he chuckled at me.
I swear to Chuck, if you read my diary one more time Im gonna have Cass throw you right back into the pit with your brother.
Sam?
No, Adam, the one you always forget about. I chuckled.
He went to baseball games with dad, he can stay. he chuckled, but clearly he forgot about his youngest brother again.
Just let me know. he said, patting my knee and placing a kiss on my head before leaving my room again.
