16 years old
Yn POV
Nightmares. Fear. i hate those. i've barely gotten any sleep due to them but i can't let my brothers know. I'm supposed to be a tough little soldier. At least that's what my dad always said......snap snap. Dean snaps his fingers to get my attention.
"Huh? what?" i asked coming back to reality.
"what do you think the monster is?" Dean asked giving me a concerning look.
"shapeshifter definitely" i said sure of myself
"that hasn't an option. Vampires or Werewolf." Sam told me also concerned.
"umm werewolf" i shugged "how about we go check out the bodies at the morgue?" i suggest
"Eh, we got in kinda late, how about tomorrow?" Sam said.
"ooohhhkayyy?" i dragged out. i looked at him confused, late? it's only 5:30, what the hell is going on. they are up to something.
"Well i'm going to go get some food. You want anything?" dean said pie (of course) and i shook my head no. then he left. a couple minutes passed of research and my eyes get heavy. but i can't sleep, i can't see the nightmares again.
"YN i'm cold" Dean said with grabby hands let a toddler.
"Here" and i throw a blanket at him.
"blankets can't cuddle" He said with pouty lips. what a baby. i sighed and gave in. i laid down next to Dean and he instantly pulled me close to him. He started playing with my hair. it wasn't till the four or fifth time i keep going in and out of sleep i made the connection. i turned over to face him and my tired eyes looked into his green ones.
"i can't believe i feel for this" i said annoyed.
"shhh. pls sleep you practically fall asleep standing these past few days" dean said in a soothing voice and continues to play with my hair.
"i can't"
"why not?"
"promise not to laugh?"
"promise"
"i've been having nightmares"
"why would i laugh at my baby sister having nightmares? i need to protect her from them" Dean pulls me closer and i lay my head on his chest. He plays with my hair and i listen to his heartbeat. something about my big brothers heart was like tranquilizer and soon enough i was in a deep no nightmare sleep.
