it was another evening in a shabby, cheap motel—nothing new for the Winchesters. over the years, it had become an everyday routine, though it seemed that wasn’t the case for you, the youngest in the family. Sam sat leaning against the headboard, searching for information on their latest supernatural case, while you sat on the bed beside him, waiting for Dean to return from the store with your favorite snacks.

as time passed, a light conversation started between you, eventually drifting into the topic of a “normal life”—one without constant moving, without the thought of what might be lurking in the dark.

Sam, known in the family for leaving to attend college and attempting to escape the hunter’s life, understood you better than anyone.

you were a teenager, and you needed stability—a place to stay so you could go to school, have steady friends, dream, think about the future, experience first love, and everything that came with it.

tapping the end of his pen against their father’s journal, he let out a quiet sigh, glancing at you as he tried to ease the heavy tension hanging in the air.

– you know how much i get it… and you know how hard it is to get out of this ‘life.’ if i could, i’d give you the chance to live a normal one. you deserve that, kid—not all this crap Dean and i had to go through as teenagers. I’ll be right here with you through all of it.