NOT MINE!

By:    tattooed on my wayward soul

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     Sighing, you buried yourself further into the soft plump pillow that rested underneath the crook of your elbow. You shoved your head under the pure white pillow that held unmistakeable memories. Some good, some bad. Stains of tears and blood….and drool… and some invisible stains of where your smile had caressed the silk of the thought of the younger Winchester. 

  Memories of faded dreams marking the pillow. You were cut harshly from your thoughts about the overgrown pure heaven Winchester who was nothing but muscles, kindness and puppy like features, when the older Winchester had practically popped your Sam Winchester bubble with a pointy pin and jumped onto the bed.

  You groaned, stomach dipping down when the mattress dipped under Dean’s weight. Dean grinned propping himself up on his elbow as he flashed you a wolfish smirk, thick brows waggling as he prodded and poked you. 

  ‘’C’mon. Wakey, wakey, birthday girl’’Dean whistled. He gave his brows a final wag before jumping off of the bed. ‘’Fine, but you left me with no choice’’

  You felt the hard yet soft skin of Dean’s large hands wrap around your ankles. You groaned and whined, trying to tug away your warm ankles that were now coated around the hunters cold ones. 

    You yelped, screaming softly out of surprise when your hands could no longer grip the steel bar in front of your bed and had you falling down the lumpy mattress and onto the cold dusty floor. You shook and shivered at the feel of the blankets no longer being wrapped around your small frame, keeping you from the harm of the monsters out to get you and the cold of the air. 

   You groaned, bruises already forming on your ribs, you still hadn’t grew used to that even though Dean did a thousand things everyday to try and wake you up. Today being ‘yank you out of bed’ day. 

  ‘’I don’t wanna get up’’You groaned trying to squirm your way to your bed. Instead of being the morning person you weren’t, you stuck to being lazy and grabbed your blanket that hung over the edge of your bed and yanked it down towards you. 

  You tried to wrap it around yourself before Dean’s slender fingers had hooked around the crease in your knees and your waist before slinging you over his shoulders. 

  ‘’Morning’’Dean smirked, walking barefoot into the kitchen with you casually slung over his shoulder. Sam was stood, one hand braced on the kitchen counter as his legs crossed, hip balancing on the edge of the marble counters with a small bowl perched safely on the palm of his open hand. 

   The metallic spoon stuck out of the rim of the bow, Sam’s cheeks slightly puffed with the food that chomped around his mouth. He raised a brow at his older brother before swallowing the chewed up food. 

  ‘’Birthday girl wouldn’t wake up, so I woke her up myself’’Dean grinned proudly, rocking on his heels as he smirked. Sam rose both brows in confusion before chuckling and shaking his head.

  ‘’Hey, (y/n).’’Sam greeted, craning his neck to see around Dean’s back. Dean still had a proud smirk on his face when Sam looked back at Dean confused. ‘’Dean, she still asleep’’Sam snickered. 

  Dean’s smirk had been slapped  off his face as he tilted his head back to see you. ‘’Dammit, (y/n)! Girl can sleep through anything’’Dean cursed. Sam chuckled, shaking his head as he looked at how cute you were, even if you were upside down. 

  Dean placed you on the couch, hands gripping his broad hip bones as he titled his head, eyes scanning you to try and see how he could wake you up. Sam shook his head, locks shaking as he sat beside you. 

  Dean frowned, eyes narrowing into slits as he locked his jaw. You woke up as soon as Sam placed his hand on your shoulder. Dean leaned backwards waiting for you too snap at Sam, groaning and moaning but instead of that, to their surprise you smiled at Sam and shuffled up, curling into his lap like a dog before closing your eyes again. 

  Sam bit his lip trying not to laugh at his brothers face before letting his hand smooth over your ruffle of hairs. ‘’Happy Birthday, (y/n)’’Sam grinned when Dean left the room, blabbering on about ‘favouritism’. 

  You smiled up at the giant. ‘’Thanks Moose’’You whispered patting his cheek. He gave you his classical bitch face before chuckling softly and rolling his eyes. 

  ‘’I erm… I wanted to give you something for your birthday’’Sam admitted sheepishly, hand rubbing the back of his neck. You stared up at the younger Winchester in surprise and awe. 

‘’Sammy, you didn’t have to do any-’’

  ‘’No. But I wanted too’’Sam smiled gaining confidence as he took your hands gently in his and led you towards a room in the bunker. You stepped around, cold feet padding on the hard floor as you tired to see through Sam’s large hands covering your eyes. 

  Blocking your vision. You continued to blink making Sam squirm as he laughed. ‘’Stop it, your eyelashes are tickling my skin’’He chuckled making your giggle. Sam sighed at the noise before giving you a gentle shove towards the place he wanted you to be, 

  He removed his hand as your brows furrowed, knitting together in confusion. ‘’Sammy, I don’t mean to be a ball buster, but there’s nothing here…’’You trailed off. 

  ‘’I know’’Sam breathed out, hot breath hitting the back of your head. You shot around, stunned at how close Sam was. You tripped over your own feet as you stumbled back but Sam’s arms darted out and gripped your back to stop you from falling as he now held you at a slight dip. 

  ‘’Sam’’You breathed out confused, creases marking your forehead to show your confusion. 

  ‘’I’ve been in love with you for ages. You don’t have to say anything, but this is what I wanted to give you. I wanted to tell you. I can’t explain how much it hurt to watch you get hurt in hunts, I-’’

  ‘’Sam, I love you too’’You whispered, forehead softening as your confusion ceased to exist. He smiled letting out a breath as he pressed his lips against yours. You smiled trying to control your smile because you didn’t want to have to stop your kiss. 

  ‘’Happy birthday, (y/n)’’