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, the weight of her schoolbag a familiar ache on her shoulder, drawn forward by the muffled sound of laughter. In the dim lamplight, ten-year-old Dean sat cross-legged on the carpet, playing cards spread before him. Six-year-old Sam, wearing a grin full of gaps from missing teeth, was clumsily trying to stack a card tower. “Hey, monsters,” you murmured, leaning her hip against the scratched table. Dean looked up, attempting a scowl. “You’re late.” His tone was softened by relief. She tossed a grease-stained paper bag onto the table. “Burgers. Fries.” She then produced a strawberry milkshake, setting it in front of Sam. His eyes widened. “For me?” “Don’t get used to it,” she teased, ruffling his messy hair before…