Title: Payback
Summary: The reader who is Sam and Dean's sister gets injured with a broken arm and when she is sleeping they draw on the cast
Word Count: 500
You hop out of the impala ready to gank a witch.
"Okay I'll go through the front while you and Sam go through the back." Orders Dean while going through the trunk with your other brother and yourself to get the proper weapons for killing a witch.
"Good for me." You said back grabbing your favorite gun.
You then head around back with Sam and quietly breaking into the house where the witch lives. You, Sam and Dean walked through the house. A shrill shriek was heard behind you and you sung around gun at the ready when you were suddenly flung across the room and crashed broke a wooden table with your awkward landing and felling a sharp pain in your arm. With a loud bang one of the boys took down the bitch with a single shot. You got up and Sam almost immediately took to examining your wounds. Even barely touching it feels like daggers. So you opt out to go to the local hospital, and you find out that you broke it. Luckily it was your less dominate arm. When you get back to the bunker you got a shower after wrapping your cast like how the doctor told you to. After you got out and got dressed you got a bite to eat then watched a few movies. By the time the third movie was about half way over you were out like a light.
You woke up the next morning in your bed. "one of the boys must have carried you or something." You thought to yourself. You went to get up and then you saw it. Your cast. It was covered in little drawings that had a certain style of your eldest brother. You got dressed quickly and made your way to the kitchen where both Dean and Sam where seated at the table.
"Dean! What the hell is this!" you shout gesturing to your broken arm.
"What do you mean (Y/N)?" he replies smirking.
"You know damn well."
"Sheesh. It is just a cast you'll get it off soon enough." He says to you trying to calm your over reaction.
"You won't be smiling if I draw on your face when you're sleeping. This is no different."
" I have known you since you were brought home (Y/N) you would never do that to this pretty face." He chuckles.
"Don't be to sure…" You whisper while you walk away
You waited until a few hours passed after Dean decided to hit the sack. You then tip toed over to his room and creped the door open and took the cap off of your sharpie marker and for a long while used his face as your canvas.
"(Y/N)! YOU ARE SO DEAD!" You heard Dean yell from a few doors down. Just then Sam busted into your room.
"He is going to get you back for that. You know that right?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, but it is so worth it."