Happy Drunk

"Ash?" Dean said shrugging his shoulder to get Ashley to look at him, "What's up?"

"I need to-to get some-something of m-m-m-my plate" she stuttered out.

Dean turned towards her to show he was there for her, and even though she didn't meet his gaze, she spilled everything to Dean. He never said a word; he didn't even try to comfort his sister weeping. Ashley was so frustrated that she had poured her heart out to her brother and got nothing out of him that she found herself running aback into the spare bedroom and slamming the door. Exhaustion settled over her and she just slid down the door to continue to cry into her hands.

Dean was shocked at what Ashley told him that his vocal cords seemed to just top working and now he was kicking himself for not saying or doing anything. Dean knew he had to go up there and say something but he wasn't sure how to approach that conversation. He finally got the strength to stand up and pad up to that spare bedroom, but still couldn't bring himself to open the door just yet. Dean's knees gave out and he found himself leaning against the bedroom door. Dean's head was still swimming but he knew he couldn't keep hiding from her.

The door crept open and Dean found Ashley sitting on the floor next to the window overlooking the scrapyard. Dean slid up behind his sister and pulled her back into his lap, so she was leaning against his chest in between his bent legs. Ashley was still upset but leaning against her rock made all that disappear, especially when he started to talk and the vibrations traveled down her spine.

Dean told her everything that was caught in his throat and stuck in his heart for years. Ashley leaned forward to turn around and see Dean's face, filled with emotion and trying to choke back tears that had started to fall.

"Then I guess we are permanent bed mates" Ashley said scooting in to wrap Dean in a rare hug. Even rarer was the brotherly kiss he planted on her forehead, getting his tears all over her.

"Just don't think you are invited when I bring a girl" Dean joked, standing up and giving her a hand up as well.

"I don't ever want to see your naked ass" she said completely grossed out, but laughing it off. "Sam and Bobby should be back soon, I'm going to start getting dinner ready" she said walking out, happier than she'd ever been. As she walked out the door, she stopped to look back at Dean, who was still smiling at her like an idiom, but he was her idiot. "Come keep me company?"

"Of course Killer" he said following her out of the guest bedroom.

Dean was drinking a beer, sitting on the counter as she was cooking up some hamburger helper. All he could think about was how this finally felt like a normal life, when the Impala's engine roared up the dirt road. But the happy moment was stopped short when Sam's voice yelled for help.

Dean flew off the counter as Ashley cut the gas. Sam was lugging Bobby toward the porch covered in blood. Dean took Bobby as Ashley helped Sam into the room, who was also covered in blood. Dean took Bobby upstairs as Ashley took Sam to the kitchen table. Turns out, all Sam had was a couple gashes on his arms that needed stitches. Quickly fixing him up, Ashley charged upstairs to help Dean.

Bobby had gashes all along his sides, and arms. Dean already was focusing on his sides so Ashley took to his bloody arms. Dean had finished a couple minutes before her, so he stopped to look at her. Ashley's hands were steady, eyes trained only on the gashes covering her patient's arms.

"I'm going to check on Sammy and start up dinner again" excusing himself form the room.

"K" was all she answered.

"Sammy" Dean said making his way down the stairs.

"Yeah in here" Sam called from his perch on the kitchen table.

"Hey, how'd it go?"

"Crazy, but got it done with just a couple scratches. How's Bobby doing?"

"Fine, Ash is finishing up on his arms."

"Alright, good."

The two brothers were interrupted by Ashley coming down the steps. "God I need a drink" Ashley said now allowing her hands to shake.

"Here" Sam said, holding out a bottle.

"What you shaken up about?" Dean asked, stirring the ground beef in the skillet.

"I just" Ashley trailed off to swallow "Bobby is always the one stitching us up, not the other way around."

"Well, the man is getting crusty" Dean laughed as Ashley took another swig from the bottle of Jack in her hands.

"Yeah. Well hurry up with dinner, this Jack is hitting an empty stomach" Ashley said popping up on the counter previously occupied by Dean.

"Ha-ha alright then, give Jack a little break" Dean said winking at his tipsy little sister, but deep down he hopped she kept drinking from that bottle, she was always the happiest when she was drunk.

AN: Ending the chapter on good feels :) Just a couple more chapters for this story, I will be working on a sequel though, so keep an eye open for that! I'll let you know what the title will be in the last chapter! Tell me what you all thought about this one in the mean time!