Not So Wise
Requested: Yes, Hi could you do a fic where the winchesters sister has her wisdom teeth removed and is really nervous about it, then gets super loopy afterwards and Dean has a lot of fun getting some juicy gossip after. But he may get a bit more information than what he wanted…
Sitting in the dentist’s waiting room, you tried to keep your nerves in check, but it wasn’t easy. The idea of getting your wisdom teeth removed had been gnawing at you for weeks, and now that the day was finally here, the anxiety had ramped up to a whole new level. You glanced over at Dean, who was lounging casually in the chair beside you, flipping through a magazine like this was the most boring thing in the world. Meanwhile, Sam sat on your other side, ever the reassuring presence, offering you a calm, supportive smile.
“It’s gonna be fine,” Sam said, his voice soothing as always. “It’s a quick procedure. You’ll be in and out before you know it.”
“Yeah, and then we’ll get you all the ice cream you want,” Dean added, flashing you that trademark smirk of his. “But first, you gotta get through this. Don’t worry, though—I’ve got your back.”
You tried to take comfort in their words, but the butterflies in your stomach weren’t going anywhere. “What if something goes wrong? What if I say something weird afterward?” you asked, looking between your brothers with wide, anxious eyes.
Dean chuckled, reaching over to ruffle your hair. “Trust me, you’re gonna say something weird. That’s the best part.”
Before you could respond, the nurse called your name, and it was time. Your heart raced as you stood up, but Dean and Sam were right there with you, walking you to the door that led back to the surgery room. They both gave you encouraging smiles, and you took a deep breath, trying to focus on their support as you walked through the door.
The next thing you knew, you were waking up in a groggy haze, the world spinning slightly as you tried to get your bearings. You blinked, squinting against the bright lights, and realized you were lying in a reclined chair, a blanket draped over you. Your mouth felt numb and swollen, and you could vaguely taste blood, but it didn’t hurt—at least, not yet.
“Oh, look who’s awake!” Dean’s voice broke through the fog, and you turned your head to see him grinning down at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Sam was there too, looking more relieved than anything, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes as well.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” Sam said softly. “How’re you feeling?”
You tried to answer, but all that came out was a garbled mumble. Your tongue felt like it was three times its normal size, and you weren’t entirely sure how to make your mouth work properly. Dean laughed at the sound you made, clearly enjoying this way too much.
“Aw, don’t worry, you’re still cute,” Dean teased, reaching out to gently pat your cheek. “So, anything you wanna share with us while you’re all loopy?”
Your brain was still catching up with the fact that you were no longer in the dentist’s chair, and everything felt a bit surreal. But Dean’s question registered, and you tried to think of something to say, something funny or lighthearted, but what came out surprised even you.
“I… I love you guys,” you slurred, your voice thick and barely coherent. “You’re the best brothers in the whole wide world.”
Dean’s grin softened a little, turning into something more genuine. “Well, we love you too, sis. But we already knew that. Come on, you gotta give me something juicier than that.”
You blinked at him, your thoughts swimming in a sea of anesthesia-induced fog. For some reason, you felt like talking—a lot. And not just about anything, but about everything. It was as if all the thoughts you’d kept tucked away, all the things you never dared to say out loud, were suddenly rushing to the surface, desperate to be heard.
“You know… I think Cas is really hot,” you blurted out, your eyes widening as the words tumbled from your mouth before you could stop them.
Dean’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, and Sam stifled a laugh. “Oh really?” Dean drawled, leaning in a little closer. “Tell me more about that.”
“Yeah…” you mumbled, your head lolling to the side as you tried to gather your thoughts. “But like, not just ‘cause he’s an angel. He’s just… got that whole broody, mysterious thing going on, you know?”
Dean was grinning like a Cheshire cat now, clearly loving every second of this. “Broody, huh? You got a thing for the strong, silent types?”
You nodded, completely oblivious to how much you were revealing. “And his eyes… they’re so blue. Like, really blue. And sometimes, when he looks at me, I just… I don’t know, I get all flustered.”
Dean exchanged a look with Sam, who was trying (and failing) to keep a straight face. “Flustered, huh? That’s cute,” Dean said, unable to resist teasing you a little more. “So, what do you think about ol’ Sammy here?”
You turned your head to look at Sam, your gaze unfocused but sincere. “Sam’s… he’s like a giant teddy bear,” you said, your voice full of affection. “So smart and always looking out for me. But sometimes, I think he worries too much. Like, dude, chill. We’re gonna be okay, you know?”
Sam chuckled, clearly touched by your words despite the loopy delivery. “I’ll try to chill more, I promise,” he said gently.
Dean, however, wasn’t done yet. “So, you’re crushing on Cas, huh? Anything else you wanna confess while you’re in the mood?”
You stared at him, your brows furrowing as you tried to process the question. And then, without thinking, you said, “I had a crush on you once.”
The room went silent. Dean’s smirk vanished, replaced by a look of genuine shock. Sam’s eyes widened, and he looked between you and Dean as if he wasn’t sure he’d heard you right.
Dean cleared his throat, trying to play it off, but there was an edge to his voice now. “You, uh… you had a crush on me?”
You nodded, completely oblivious to the sudden tension in the room. “Yeah… when we were kids. But then I realized you were, you know, my brother… so that was weird.”
Dean let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, trying to laugh it off. “Well, that’s… uh, that’s good. Definitely weird.”
Sam looked like he didn’t know whether to laugh or feel awkward, so he settled for giving you a sympathetic smile. “That’s… understandable. We’ve all been through a lot together.”
You just nodded, your eyes starting to droop as the combination of the anesthesia and the emotional toll of the day began to take its toll on you. “I’m really tired now,” you mumbled, your voice growing softer.
Dean let out a relieved chuckle, gently patting your arm. “Yeah, I bet you are. Let’s get you home, okay?”
With Sam’s help, Dean carefully lifted you out of the chair, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to steady you. You leaned against him, your head resting on his shoulder as you murmured something unintelligible.
As they led you out of the office and into the cool evening air, Dean couldn’t help but glance down at you, a complicated mix of emotions swirling in his chest. He’d come here today expecting to have a little fun at your expense, to get some funny stories out of your post-surgery haze. But he hadn’t expected to hear something like that. It was strange, unsettling even, but he couldn’t deny that it also gave him a new perspective on how much you looked up to him, even if it had been in a way he never imagined.
“Let’s get you home and get some rest,” Dean said softly, his voice more tender than before. He looked over at Sam, who met his gaze with a knowing smile. They both knew this was something they’d laugh about later, but for now, the priority was taking care of you.
As they drove home, with you dozing off in the backseat, Dean couldn’t help but feel a swell of protectiveness for you. You were his little sister, and no matter what strange confessions you made while under the influence of anesthesia, he would always be there to look out for you, to tease you, and to be the brother you needed.
Because that’s what family did.
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