Stupid Mac & Cheese
Sam x Sister!Reader x Dean : Angsty Fluff
Request: I’m not sure if you would want to but could you do for the drabble #14 and/or #40 for a sister one? Love your blog btw :)
#14: “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”
#40: “Hey, did I enter an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”
Warnings: Description of Burns, Getting Burned, People Blaming Themselves
Author’s Note: Hope you like it anon! :) Also sorry it took so long to get this out! I just couldn’t think of something to do that I hadn’t already done before.
Everything had been hard recently, monsters seemed to be at an all-time high and everyone was super stressed, especially me, since when anything ever went wrong, of course- most of the time it’d get blamed on me, ‘the problem child’, or the youngest, didn’t really see a difference there.
Right now I was making dinner after a really long day, we had all just come back from a difficult Rugaru hunt and were starving, so I offered to make something- which, since my brothers were tired, agreed to, even if I wasn’t as good a cook as Dean and certainly not a good cook compared to takeout, which, in entirety, would’ve been easier.
I was frustrated, as everything I started to make kept getting burnt or not cooked enough- I was fed up, and my brothers complaining every five seconds and asking me when the food would be done, made me more angry by the second…
I was currently, frazzled, moving as quickly as possible, trying to get the macaroni and cheese, which was pretty much the only decent thing i could make- out of the oven, while also trying to keep a conversation with Dean- who was not too happy about how our last hunt had ended…
“And I just think- Y/N….” Dean said, while I put a dirty plate in the sink,
“Yeah?” I said looking over to him while walking over to the oven, opening it’s door.
“You should look at people when they’re talking to you, it’s about respect- Y/N-” Dean said, starting to raise his voice as I was just trying to get food on the table, so why was he complaining! “Y/N… Y/N!” Dean started to yell as I reached into the oven to take the food out- “FUCK!!!” I retracted my hand as fast as I could, pulling it close to my chest, somehow hoping the singe of the burn I just received would go away.
“Y/N! I was trying to tell you!” Dean yelled in a panicky way, rushing toward me, closing the foot of space between us, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the sink-
All of the sudden we heard clomping coming from the hallway, probably just Sam, I hoped… “What- h-h-happened?” Sam said, panting as you had imagined when he heard you scream, he just dropped everything and ran.
Dean turned the faucet on, making sure it was cold, then put my hand, where I had gotten burned under the cold water- “AH-Ooowww…” I tried to not wince or complain too much, I mean after all, I was a hunter- I should be able to handle a burn, no less a huge cut- which had happened before…
Dean fingered a loose strand of hair behind me ear and whispered to me, clutching me as I started to cry, thinking about everything, the recent stress- the anxiety, and just everything- I couldn’t stop- I wanted to be strong like them, but sometimes I just couldn’t- I was only so strong until I fell apart, and this was one of those times, “s-stupid mac and cheese..” I said, voice wavering.
“H-hey, it’s okay, shhhh… It’s okay Pumpkin, I got you, okay? Hey- I’m with you, okay? Always… You know that… A-and besides, you’re fine! You’re fine… I- this is my fault… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been distracting you.” Dean encouraged, and then sighed, blaming himself.
“Why did you scream? What’s- why are you crying? Dean… What did you do?!” Sam was still worried, and then started to yell, blaming Dean-
Dean looked over to Sam, still holding me, rubbing my arm trying to soothe me- “Y/N just got burned, okay? That’s all.” Dean stated, turning his attention back to me.
“Oh… A-alright, well, let me see Y/N/N,” Sam said walking over to one of the cabinets, opening it and reaching inside, pulling out the first aid kit, Dean shut off the water and sort of pushed and guided me to a part of the counter that was clear, helping me up to sit on it.
“Ahhhh- here we go!” Sam said, walking over to me with the first aid kit, placing it down on the counter, opening it to find what he need- “Dean, do you think you could get the mac & cheese out of the oven? - Carefully…?” Sam asked, making sure that no one else would get hurt.
“Yeah, sure- whatever…” Dean walked over to one of the counters, and bent down and opened one of the lower cabinets, probably to get a towel or an oven-mitt type of thing, but I turned back to Sam, seeing what he was looking for.
“Okay- so can I see the burn?” Sam asks in a mellow, caring voice, going to touch my hand that I currently was cradling in my lap, the palm of it having been burned. I just nodded and he gently and slowly grabbed the outside of my hand, making sure not to touch or grab haste at the burned part.
When he turned it over he grimaced a little- “Oh- geez… It-it’s fine! You’re fine- it’ll be okay..” Sam said trying to calm me- and make sure I didn’t freak out, although they didn’t do this to one-another when they got injured badly, they did it to me, and I supposed it was due to the fact that I was the baby of the family, or maybe because I was their baby sister? And the only girl left in our family? I wasn’t too sure, but I figured that was why…
Sam applied some ointment and a spongebob bandage- because I picked those ones out at the store- I know I’m a teenager, and I shouldn’t necessarily be using little kid band-aids, but I did, and I liked them because they were cool, and not just boring tan.
“There, that should be a little better! Voila!” Sam said silly, and made a funny face, to which I laughed- “Hey… Did I just enter an alternate universe, or did you really just crack a smile for me? AND laugh! Hah! I win- I’m the best Dean, you got that?” Sam said cockily, but in a funny way and started to dance around a little, shaking his butt at Dean.
“Yeah,yeah” Dean shooed him with his free hand as he had pulled the macaroni and cheese out of the oven- WITH- an oven mitt.
Eventually we got eating, and now, it seemed none of us were stressed anymore- just having a good time, and taking it easy…