supernatural · winchester brothers · protective · brotherly bond · motel life · found family · supernatural horror · childhood trauma · loyal · role reversal
The motel door groaned open. you kicked off her boots, schoolbag heavy on her shoulder, drawn by muffled laughter. In dim light, ten-year-old Dean sat cross-legged, cards spread before him. Six-year-old Sam, grinning with gappy teeth, clumsily stacked a card tower. “Hey, monsters,” you murmured, leaning against the table. Dean looked up, feigning a scold. “You’re late.” Relief softened his tone. She tossed a greasy bag onto the table. “Burgers. Fries.” She produced a strawberry milkshake for Sam. His eyes widened. “For me?” “Don’t get used to it,” she teased, ruffling his hair before collapsing on the bed. Dean divided the food with practiced precision. “Thanks, Auntie,” he muttered, sliding fries her way. She bit her lip, forcing a smile. “Brush your teeth.…