Supernatural One-shots

Out- Sam and Dean Winchester

~(A/N: Hey everybody, this weekend's been pretty rough considering the recent tragic events that have occurred in Orlando. For those who haven't heard, the singer Christina Grimmie was shot during a concert. On top of that,  fifty people were killed in a Florida Nightclub called Pulse, a popular gay bar in the area. I send my respects to all the families of those who have died and I think it is truly sickening what has happened. Countless times in history, people have been discriminated for who they are, ie: blacks, hispanics, women, the LGBTQ+ and so much more. So shedding light on these issues, I decided to do something a little different with this chapter in which the reader, the younger brother of the Winchesters, struggles to come to terms with their identity. If this isn't exactly your forte, I completely understand, you're entitled to your own beliefs and can skip this chapter. But I suggest at least taking the time to read this because maybe it'll be enlightening and give people some perspective.)~

  "If I could live a thousand times,
If I could make a thousand tries,
Maybe then I'd get it right.
The more I see, the more I know
That everyone just wants a show
No we don't want to see the truth " -Imagine Dragons

You didn't expect to be asked that question. It came out of no where, and while they seemed ambivalent to the question at hand, you sat there, speechless. "She's cute right?" Dean asked, flipping through the pages of his Busty Asians magazine. 

You shrugged, thinking that was your best response. Yes, she was good-looking, but she didn't have the same affect on you that it had on your older brother. Sam stared at you with his eyebrows knit together in confusion, like he was studying you. "What? Are you not into Asians?" Dean asked, realizing you had been rather quiet. 

Their attention had now shied away from the naked woman on the magazine and now all of it was focused on you. All these years of being their brother and that question had not been so difficult to answer till today. How do you tell your own brothers you've been living a lie? It was so easy back then, to laugh along as Dean would talk about his nightly fleets with women, and how bad Sam's relationships with women have ended, but today it was like was like you were tired of running away from the truth and was ready to collapse and let it consume you. 

You hadn't realized it then, but your eyes were swelled up and watery as tears began to stream down your face. "Was it something I said?" Dean furrowed his eyebrows with worry, dropping the magazine down on the table.

Sam walked over to you, engulfing you into a hug. "It's okay," he assured, "You want to tell us what's got you down?"

You were tired of hiding, tired of putting up this facade in front of your own family, the only two people who you knew cared about you no matter what. You nodded, giving Sam the okay to let you go. He moved back to the seat beside you and you took a deep breath, glancing back and forth between your two older brothers. Closing your eyes, you blurted out, "I'm gay."

"What else is new?" Dean rolled his eyes sarcastically.

"Wait-what? You knew?" you asked.

"Of course I did. When you were fourteen, I caught you making out with that kid Jeff. I knew all along," Dean shrugged, "Sammy did too." Sam nodded sheepishly.

"And you guys didn't say anything?" your look of surprise turned to one of anger. "I've been hiding this secret all this time when you both knew."

"We didn't want to force you to out yourself to us. We wanted to wait till you felt comfortable  sharing that information with us," Sam explained, "We're your family."

"We don't care if you like dudes, chicks, hell I could care less if you were attracted to pie," Dean chuckled, "I know I am."

"So all this time, you guys were just messing with me?" you asked.

"A little bit," Dean admitted, "But honestly, you don't have to feel like you have to hide anything from us. I've been taking care of your sorry ass since you were crawling in diapers, man. Nothing you do would make me change how I think about you. We're brothers, and we'll always be brothers."

"Dean's right. We're the freaking Winchesters. Meaning we stick together, no matter what. You don't get to give up on us, and we're never giving up on you," Sam added.

You smiled at your two older brothers, feeling ever so grateful. You really did have the best brothers any one could ask for. "But to answer your question, I am into Asians, specifically the ones that are prophets and have names that start with the letter 'K'," you laughed.

"As long as you're not into angels whose names' start with the letter C and end with asstiel, we're good."