Hurt/ comfort - WARNING Bad relationship with Mother, argument
I walked out of the house, school bag in hand. Sam and Dean were picking me up today, I was staying the weekend with them - I focused on that to keep myself positive.
I rubbed my eyes again, they were sore from crying and from me rubbing them repeatedly. I needed the Winchesters now. I took a shaky breath and sighed.
Hearing the low grumble of the Impala's engine, my head snapped up. The big, black, shiny Chevrolet turned the corner and rolled down the street towards me. Dean stopped his Baby next to me and rolled down the window, "Right kiddo, in you… Y/N, are you okay?"
I tried to smile and said quietly , "Not really"
Turning to his brother, Dean said, "Sammy, let her in the front."
"Dean, it's alright-"
"Nope, not listening, get in"
I rolled my eyes. Sam dragged himself out of the car as I walked round the wide bonnet. Sam waited for me, leaning down to pull me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and he rubbed my back. He gave me a gentle squeeze before letting go and standing straight again, "Give me your bag" he said softly, taking it from my hand.
"Thanks Sammy"
"No problem" he leant over and pressed a kiss to the top of my head before getting in the back. I sat down in the front, next to Dean and shut the door.
Dean looked at me, twisted round in his seat, "What happened Princess?"
I swallowed uncomfortably, "I had- a fight… with my Mum, well, an argument really but… but she- she…" tears began to stream down my face again and my bottom lip trembled.
"It's alright, it's okay - we're here now, Y/N. She can't do anything, understand?" I nodded, "We're not going to let her upset you again" He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, his other hand gently rubbing my knee, "We're here, we're here for you, Princess" Stretching across the car, I hugged him in return, staying there in his arms until my tears dried up. I sat back "Right, let's get you out of here - to the bunker."
"The bunker? Dean, I've got school"
"Not today, Y/N, not today. Sam, phone their office, Y/N's having a sick day, got it?"
"Got it" Sam answered from behind you, dialling in the number.
Dean leant over and kissed my forehead, "I'm not having you stuck at that place after that, okay? We'll take care of you, honey"
"Thank you" I beamed, tears drying on my cheeks.
He wrapped his arm around my waist, "It's okay, babe, it's okay"
