Title: Breathing Burns
Summary: Fem! Dean. Sam's been changing lately. When they were little, they fought, but it was normal. Lately, everything is spinning out of control, And she doesn't think she can save him from himself. In order to do that, She'd need to be able to save herself first.
Note to clarify in text: 'Dana' is fem!Dean, although I think it would be understood after a bit.
A/N: Don't get me wrong, I love Dean and Sam and brotherly cuteness, etc... But... Right now I needed to vent, and I'm on a supernatural kick so this is the best way to do it. Supernatural is about fighting demons right? I'm giving it the old college try. Be kind.
A/N 2: Not edited by Beta because the plot bunny waits for no-one and the author suffers from impatient-ness. XD
She hiccuped, wiping at her eyes. What had happened to her little brother? She shook with tears, but refused to shed them, knowing it would only make him mock her and give him more ammunition, making him more angry because he would think she was 'faking it'.
"-And another thing! I'm sick of you bitching to dad every. fucking. TIME that you cause an argument and get... get like a fucking hangnail or some shit because I'm upset!"
She only nodded, shivering as she shakily poured herself some cold coffee, needing the bitter liquid, but honestly, frightened to heat it up. Having a coffee pot thrown at her would hurt, but it would be a bitch if it was hot. He hadn't done that yet, but, with the way things were escalating (as the slice on her arm from when he shoved her into a pile of stuff she hadn't sorted yet from a sharp edge could attest to), she was frightened to give him more ways to hurt her.
Her brother had grown both taller and stronger than her, and she was, honestly, constantly scared of him recently with how he'd been acting.
Dana hoped her dad woke up soon. He was constantly tired from his jobs, which it was rare she was allowed to go on anymore, the stupid man always assuming the injuries her body was painted with was due to said jobs. Honestly? Aside from a few rare occasions, those were the only time she wasn't scared half to death, not that she'd ever admit her baby brother scared her...
Ending A/N: Yes, Short, I know... I'm kind of upset right now and I had a flash of inspiration and then it stopped dead, depending on readers' interest in the story and my inspiration, this may or may not get another chapter (this actually wasn't meant to be a oneshot, although it could be one), and it may or may not happen within this lifetime XD