Supernatural One shots

Boyfriend and Brothers

You slipped on your black laced bra and matching thing, along with your sexy black dress, that hugged your curves and ended halfway down your thighs. You slipped on you black high heels, along with your necklace and earrings. You looked in the mirror and fluffed out your long curly hair.
Today was your four year anniversary with your boyfriend, Brian. You were gonna doll up and make sure you looked one hundred percent good for him. It may not have been the best relationship, but you loved him with all you had.
When you walked to the kitchen, both of your brothers, Sam and Dean, were sitting at the table eating. Your brothers were hunters of the supernatural, but you weren't. You refused to hunt or even hold a weapon.
"Damn, where you going? To a strip club?" You heard your eldest brother say.
"No Dean, I'm not like you. I'm going to Brian's. It's our anniversary today," you said with a smile on your face.
"Just be careful," your other older brother, Sam, said.
"Okay dad," you laughed and walked to the garage.
You walked over to your red '66 Chevrolet Corvette. You smiled at her and admired her for being so beautiful and clean.
You got in and sped out of the garage, and down the street. You never paid attention to speed limits, or seat belts. That's how Dean had taught you.
About ten minutes later, you pulled up in the driveway of Brian's house. You put your hair in place, and fixed your dress, as you got out of your car.
You walked up to the door and rang the door bell. Brain had opened the door and looked at you, up and down.
"What the hell do you have on?" He said as he pulled you inside roughly. "I don't want people staring at you."
"Bri I wore this for you," you said as you rubbed your hand on his arm.
"Right. Anyways, happy anniversary," he said with a smile. He pulled you close and gave you a swift kiss, while rubbing his hands along you sides.
"Happy anniversary to you too baby," you smiled as you pulled away and walked into the kitchen.
Brian had sat down at the kitchen table, while you grabbed the wine glasses and bottle. You sat the glasses in front of each plate and poured the wine half way. You sat the wine bottle in the middle and sat across from him.
When you finished eating the steak he had prepared for the both of you, you picked up your plate and put it in the sink. You walked back over to the table and picked up his plate and the wine bottle.
"I'm not done with that," Brian said as you looked straight ahead, at his wine glass.
"Of course. I was just going to pour you some more," you said quickly as you put the plate in the sink and poured the wine in his glass and yours. You didn't want to start a fight, so you tried to stay calm.
Brian downed the wine that was in his glass, and suddenly through the glass at you.
You dodged the glass, and let it hit the wall, making it shatter.
"Oh no, look what you did!"
"It's fine, I'll clean it up," you said as you went over to it and started picking up the pieces.
You felt a hand grab your shoulder, as you threw the broken glass away. Brian had turned you around so quickly and pushed you against the wall.
"You keep making messes and you never clean them up right!" He said as he threw you to the ground.
"Brian," you said as you tried to stand up, but he had gotten on top of you.
"What were you thinking? Coming here is this whore outfit, and breaking shit!"
"Brian!" You yelled at he punched you across the face.
"Don't you dare tell at me, y/n!" He yelled as he punched you again. You cringed in pain, as he ended up ripping your dress.
He got off of you and pulled you put by your hair. You tried getting away, but he pulled you into his bedroom. He had thrown you onto the bed and ripped the rest of your dress off, revealing the bruises from the last time he got angry.
"Really? Whore underwear too?" He said as he slapped you in your face.
You raised you hand to your cheek and held it. "Brian please," you begged.
Brian climbed on top of you, and began chocking you, "don't speak when I don't ask you too!"
You started kicking from underneath him and trying to push him away. Your hands searched for anything to help you. Your hand landed onto the lamp on the nightstand. You quickly grabbed it and knocked it into his head. He stumbled off of you and fell to the ground. You quickly stood up and grabbed a button up shirt from his closet and slipped it on, while you ran to your car.
You slipped into your car, and saw Brian running out to your car. You sped off quickly before he could reach you. As you drove, you started crying and looked into the mirror, to see the bruises form on your face.
When you pulled into the garage of the bunker, you came to a sudden stop. You threw your car in park and climbed out. You were in unbelievable pain. When you walked into the bunker, you made a B line straight to your room, but Dean was standing in the hallway, when you ran into him.
Dean grabbed you so you wouldn't fall. "Hey what are you doing back so soon," he said as you kept your head down. "Y/n? What's wrong? What are you wearing?"
You just couldn't hold it in. Your legs had went week, when you looked up at Dean and he saw the bruises. Dean picked you up and carried you to your room.
"Sam! Get in here," he yelled as he laid you on your bed and sat beside you. You kept your hold onto Dean's shirt, as he sat beside you.
Sam rushed in and looked at Dean, then you. "Y/n what happened?"
You shook your head and closed your eyes. "Sam, get her some sweatpants or something," Dean said as he held you.
Sam had grabbed a pair of sweatpants from your drawer and handed them to you. You stood up and slid them on and sat back beside Dean.
"Y/n what happened," you heard Sam say as you closed your eyes and another tear fell.
"Brian and I were having dinner, and he had gotten so mad and he," you said but you were cut off.
"Brian did this to you?" You heard Sam say. All you did was nod. You looked up to only see Dean beside you.
"Hey, just lay down," Dean said as he stood up.
You grabbed on to his shirt, "don't leave me alone."
"I won't," he said as he laid beside you and held you close.
A few hours later, you woke up, along with Dean, to Sam walking into your room.
"You and Brian are done. I dealt with him and you are not seeing him again," he said as he sat on the end of the bed.
You nodded to your brother and looked between both Sam and Dean, "thank you both, so much. I don't know what I would do without you both."
"Of course. You are our baby sister. We have to take care of you," Dean said as he smiled down to you.
When Sam and Dean left your room, you laid back down and fell back asleep.