Hell on Earth: Welcome Home (Part 4)
Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester, Charlie, Jo, Ellen, Bobby, Kevin
Length: 1628+ words
Mentions of Torture, Rape, Child Abuse, Child Soldiers, Etc. (Nothing is implied in this Chapter!)
A/N: ALL DA FLUFF.
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“Sweetheart?” You could hear Dean’s voice from the other side of the door as you stirred awake from your slumber.
You tiredly rubbed your eyes while answering him. “Come in!”
He slowly opened the door, peeking his head in. “How are you feeling?”
“Better,” you answered, noticing how lighter you felt. It was easier to smile without having anything pull it down. “The voices are gone,” you noted, the negative voices that you kept hearing was gone. Your face lit up.
“The voices?” Dean asked worriedly. He sat on the edge of your bed, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.
“Yea. Before I was hearing a really nasty voice. It had always been there for as long as I can remember, so I thought it was a part of me- Well I mean, there are two voices. One that sounded really mean and said really mean things- that one is gone, but then there’s my voice- it sometimes says mean things too, but it’s not as bad.” You knew you were rambling, but you couldn’t help it. There was no voice that told you that you were being a burden, and Dean would punish you for talking so much.
“I’m glad.” And he did sound very relieved. He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Now c’mon. The girls are going to take you shopping for some clothes!”
“Will you come?” you asked, not wanting to be left alone without the brothers just yet.
“Please, Dean?” You grabbed his forearm.
Dean looked contemplative for a few seconds, chewing his bottom lip. “Fine. I’ll come.”
“Oh! Thank you!” You threw your arms around him feeling his own strong arms wrap themselves around your back.
He grunted in surprise before chuckling. “I think I like this new change.”
“Yea?” you shyly asked, shrinking back to your bed.
“Yea. Now let’s go.” He pressed his fingers to your side, making you squeal and jumping out of the bed and running in the bathroom.
“I heard Y/N scream. Is she okay?” Sam asked, running into the room with his face lined with concern.
“Yea. She’s doing okay.”
Your ears perked up at the sound of the younger brother. You quickly spat the rest of the toothpaste in your mouth, and quickly rinsed your mouth. “Sam!” You jumped up, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He quickly wrapped his arms around your waist, pinning you to him just so you wouldn’t fall.
“Sounds like you’re feeling better,” he commented, chuckling.
You nodded excitedly. “I am. The mean voices are gone! And Dean said he would go shopping with me today- with Charlie, Jo, and Ellen! Are you coming too, Sam?”
“Sorry, sweetie. I don’t think I will. Someone has to take care of old-man Bobby.”
“But Sam!” you whined, pouting a bit.
“Hey. Am I not enough?” Dean asked from behind you. You whipped your head, jumping out of Sam’s grip, seeing their worried expressions before running up to Dean, and grabbing his hand.
“No, no! Of course you are.”
“Alright, sweetheart. Let’s go before you wear yourself out running between us.” Dean got up just as you crawled back on the bed, wrapping yourself around his neck again, and your legs around his waist. “Really? This is what you’re going to do?”
“Yup! C’mon! We’re going to be late!”
Dean walked purposely slow, rolling his eyes at Sam who was chuckling at his brother’s misery.
“Thank you, Dean,” you whispered, resting the side of your head on his broad shoulders. “For taking care of me. I gave up hope on being saved a long time ago, but you and Sam- you guys are my saviour.”
“Of course, sweetheart. I won’t let anything hurt you anymore.” He turned a bit, kissing your forehead. “I promise.”
After a few hours of shopping, you were finally done. Dean had followed the girls like a puppy following its owner. Every time they entered a new store he would either wait outside, or find a seat to rest on while you tried on the clothes. You tried asking him for suggestions for clothing, but everyone else never seemed to agree with his choice.
“If it was up to him, you’d be wearing sweater and sweats 24/7,” Charlie whispered in your ear.
“What’s wrong with that?” you asked, tilting your head in confusion.
“You’re a young girl who spent the last two decades locked up!” Charlie exclaimed. “You need to go out into the world, and have some fun!” She bumped her hip against yours, and winked.
“Like what kind of fun?”
“Y’know, going to bars, drinking-”
“Safely,” Ellen added. “And with supervision.”
“With Sam and Dean around, that probably won’t be a problem. You’ve got them wrapped around your finger,” Jo said with a smirk.
“Wrapped around my finger?” You were confused at the foreign phrase, and where this conversation was heading.
“Yea!” Charlie exclaimed. “You can ask them to do anything, and they’ll do it. I mean you even got the Dean Winchester to go shopping with you.”
“Oh.” You couldn’t say much else because the four of you went out of the store to grab Dean. He was fiddling on his phone when he looked up, and caught your eyes.
Instantly, he smiled. “Got what you needed?”