My Best Friends Brother // Supernatural

Chapter 37

I wake for the first time in Deans arms, it felt weirdly comforting and at the same time just weird to be waking up next to him instead of Sam, I have slept next to for almost 20 years. I turn around to face Dean who's laying facing up, fast asleep, he looks so peaceful and comfortable. I can't help but smile at him "why are you staring at me?" Dean whisper without opening his eyes "I'm not staring" I say moving closer and kissing his cheek, he opens one eye to look at me when Sam comes into the room "what happened to knocking Sammy?" I ask dropping my head back on the pillow "Bobby has something for us" Sam says "are you ready for a hunt?" Dean asks "it's been a week, I should be fine" I say, I sit up as Sam walks out of the room closing the door "nope, not yet" Dean says pulling me back into bed, he rolls on top of me and takes no more time before kissing me

A rather long time later, we finally get up and ready before going downstairs, I walk into the kitchen and grab a blood bag before emptying it out in a coffee mug  and drinking the remains straight from the bag. "So what you got Bobby?" I ask, Sam grabs my mug from me "No Sam don't" I yell a little too late because Sam has taken a very large gulp from my cup before gagging and running into the kitchen, he spits it out in the sink and I purse my lips "you love coffee" Sam whines "yeah but I love blood more" I say taking a sip from it "are you kids going to take all day to listen about this case?" Bobby asked "Sorry Bobby, what's happening?" I ask "this twenty-five? Year old died and when they found him he looked as if he was in his ate eighties" Bobby explains "strange, I like it" I say excited "alright let's pack and go boys" I continue while getting to my feet "actually" Dean speaks up "what?" I ask "I um we, uh" Sam begins "we think you should stay here with me, if this turns out to be a case we'll meet them there" Bobby speaks up

I look at each of them, my eyes land on Dean who instantly walks again "nope, I am not staying. You want me to stay out of a case this badly you better call Ash because that mother fucker is the only thing in this planet capable of keeping me chained up. Alright, It's been a week and I've been waiting for something. I need this, more than either of you probably do. I know how the two of you are, I know that after hell Dean was so focused on hunting that he forgot to even feel anything at all because remembering what you did was too damn hard so you focused all that on hunting. And you, Sammy? Addicted to demon blood ready to murk off Bobby and your own damn brother, so spare me the bullshit alright. I'm going" I rant, they don't say anything definitely not expecting me to burst out this way "did I lie?" I ask "no" Sam and Dean mumble "then stop acting like teenager girls and let's get this shit show on the road" I complain heading for the stairs

"Don't look at me boys, you listen to her. She's serious" Bobby adds, I head up to pack my bags and I'm the first in the car. I let myself into the passenger seat "that's my seat" Sam complains "not today princess, you pissed me off so you get the back seat" I complain, I put my feet up on the dash board and lean back. Dean opens his mouth to complain and I shake my head "don't man" Sam replies "are you grounding us?" Dean asks "I spent about 5 years in captivity waiting on your dumbasses to rescue me and now that I am free you want to hold me on house arrest?" I ask "I spent forty in hell" Dean says, I look at him "I'm not competing, you win. But I'm still not being trapped in a house while you two have all the fun, I'm one pissed off vampire with heightened emotions ready to chop off something's head" I say, I shoot him a smile, he stares at me for a few seconds and smiles too

"Enough eye flirting, can you drive" Sam complains, I turn to him and he shrugs. I grab the box of tapes Dean has and start looking through until I find 'Master of Puppets' I put it in smiling, I boo my head to the best feeling the music deep in my heart. I turn up the volume and just enjoy every second of it, the window blowing through my hair, the beat of the music in sync with my heart, the goosebumps on my skin from the sound waves. They boys don't complain, instead they sing along, enjoying this time with me. I missed being free, I missed music, I missed life, I missed not being scared

"You're really enjoying yourself huh" Dean speaks up over the music "you have no idea" I reply, Dean glances at the rear mirror before talking again "what do you say we go out tonight? Like old times? Before check out this case?" Dean asks, I turn the music down and look at Sam who's nodding "the three of us? Clubbing?" I ask "I think it would be actually fun, like Stanford" Sam says, I try to hold back a smile "what do you say?" Sam asks "I say hell fucking yeah Sammy" I reply excitedly, I turn the volume back up and we continue dancing and singing to the loud music in this impala

And this is what home feels like, sitting in this car with the boys I love so deeply. Being happy together, this is what I hope for the three of us