Healed
Summary: After running into the Winchesters on a hunt, a secret you’ve kept your entire life comes to light in an emergency situation, leading to some aggressive interactions with one of the brothers. Pairing: Reader x Platonic!Winchesters Word Count: 3593 Warnings: Fluff, language, SPN canon violence and injuries, blood, protective!Dean, fluff, karaoke? A/N: Here I go, being a lore whore again. Researching stories is half the fun, and I hope you all enjoy. This was looked over by @seenashwrite who gave me some wonderful insight on the flow of the story and helped me shape it into the polished gem that is is now. She truly is an amazing writer and amazing person. Gif made by me!
“Of all the dive bars in the entire country,” you said in a sing-songy voice as you approached their table, “I happen to be in the same bar as the Winchesters.”
Both of the brothers looked up from their research and beers, smiling when they saw you at the end of their table with one hand on your hip, the other holding a half empty bottle of whiskey. Sam was the first to stand and wrap his long octopus arms around you, lifting you slightly off the ground in a bone-crushing hug. Dean was next, pressing a kiss to your forehead and hugging you. While his hugs were slightly less constricting than his brother’s, you could feel the tension leaving his body the longer he held you.
“I’ll grab us some extra glasses. Have a seat, Y/N,” Sam said as he smiled at you and headed toward the bar.
Dean shifted to the seat to his left and patted the chair next to him. Making sure Sam was out of earshot, you sat down and leaned closer to Dean. “I take it you two worked things out? I mean, I don’t see any black eyes or busted lips, so you obviously survived a road trip to Branson, Missouri sitting next to each other.”
“Yeah,” Dean replied, nodding his head slightly. “Thanks again for the advice. I know you’re busy doing your own thing and I hate to bother you, but -”
“Dean,” you interrupted, “you’re my friend. I’m here for you whether you need me for hunts or if you’re having brother drama and need someone to heal your emotional wounds. My friendship doesn’t come with any fine print.” You playfully nudged his shoulder and he chuckled softly.