I walk into the motel room with tears streaming down my face. Both boys immediately stop what they are doing. In a second I am in Dean's arms. "Hey, now, its alright. What's wrong?" He cradles like a five-year old even though I am fifteen. I don't say anything about it, though.
"He cheated on me," I choke. I see Sam's face contort into fury and assume Dean's has done the same, though I cannot see.
"I'll be right back." I catch Sam as he makes for the door. Dean moves to stand up but I hold him down.
"No, not right now," I plead. They share a hesitant look but sit on either side of me. Sam pulls a blanket around me and rests his head on my shoulder.
"Shouldn't he know better than to hurt our little sister?" Dean teases.
I sniffle. "I'm older than Sammy." They both laugh and the sound makes me smile a bit. We stay that way for a while, even after I have calmed down. It is my first breakup and it hurts more than I expected. Even all the romance movies I watch when the boys aren't around didn't prepare me for this.
When our stomachs begin to growl Dean goes to pick up pizza from down the street. He is gone longer than it should take and I begin to wonder what has him held up when the door opens and he steps in balancing two large boxes. We settle down in front of the old TV. I have a brother on either side, a slice of cheese pizza in my hand, and a movie on. At least for the moment everything is going to be alright.
Later that evening I step out of the bathroom from trying to drown myself in the shower. One person is absent.
"Where's Sam?"
"He stepped outside to get some fresh air," Dean casually dismisses. Sam doesn't come back for nearly fifteen minutes.
The next day at school I see my ex in the hall. He avoids eye contact with me-actually, he avoids eye contact with everyone, opting instead to watch his feet. A purple bruise rings his left eye and he sports a busted, swollen lip.
Sam is walking beside me and I glance up into his face. He portrays nothing but the slightest crinkle at the corner of his mouth. His right hand swinging between us has a faint bruise running along the knuckles. Dean catches my eye in the hall and throws me a lopsided grin and a wink before stepping into his next class.
That night while I am in bed my brothers are in the bathroom, the door slightly cracked. I watch the strip of light disappear and reappear as they move about. "That was a nice one you gave him, Sammy," Dean's voice sounds quietly.
"Thanks, I almost knocked a tooth out," he sounds almost proud of himself. "That ringer wasn't bad yourself." They move into the main room, Sam wiggling under the covers beside me while Dean flips on the television set at a low volume.
"Thanks, you guys," I say. They both know what I mean.
"Anytime, (Y/N)."
"You know I could have hit him, too," I murmur sleepily. But sometimes its nice to have brothers who are willing to save me from doing it.