Christmas Shirt
Words: Nothing
Warnings: arguments, ADHD
Summary: YN gets into a fight with her oldest brother about her Christmas wardrobe.
AN- thanks to @cherryblossomflowers as always.
“I got the job, Dean!” YN raced down the bunker steps.
“You did?” He beamed. Turning to face her, he gave her a big hug. “I’m so proud of you!”
“Okay, big bro, going to work now!” YN raced by him, gave him a kiss on the cheek and ran up the stairs.
A FEW MONTHS LATER
“Hey, Sam! Check this out.” YN ran into the common area where she found her older brother pouring over books of lore and history. She pulled out a Christmas-themed shirt. “I’m going to wear this tomorrow for my clients!”
Sam smiled.
“They are going to love it!”
“You’re seriously going to wear that? That’s not business casual at all.” Dean walked through the room.
“Dean-”
“You’re the one that wanted this job, and you’re going to wear that? If you want to risk your job by wearing some stupid Christmas outfit,” he dismissed it, “go right ahead. Just don’t come running to us when there is an issue.” Dean groaned.
“DEAN!” Sam shouted.
“You’re right. It’s stupid. I won’t wear it.” YN ran out of the room.
“You don’t know about her job, and you just gave her the third degree.” Sam rolled his eyes.
“And you do?” Dean crossed his arms.
“Yeah, because I don’t judge her like that.”
YN ran into her room.
It’s just the Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria.
It’s just ADHD.
Don’t cry.
YN tried to hold in a sob, but she couldn’t do it. She was hurt and she couldn’t keep it in.
He doesn’t understand.
The clients would love it.
I wouldn’t get in trouble.
It would be fine.
YN pulled her blankets over her body until she was covered. She wiped the tears from her eyes with her top sheet and breathed deeply. Eventually, YN fell asleep.
After a half hour, Dean hadn’t heard a peep from his sister’s room. He walked by but saw that her light was out.
Probably asleep.
The next day, YN got dressed and walked out to pull her lunch from the fridge, She turned to exit when she saw Dean enter. They both froze. YN tried to continue toward the door after a breath.
“Don’t worry about me dressing too casual. I got rid of the shirt.” YN said in passing, defeated. “Have a good day, Dee.”
“YN-”
“I won’t cause a problem again.” She didn’t dare turn to face him. Instead, she ran to the door of the bunker and it slammed behind her.
My heart broke reading this.
RSD is so fucking horrible!
I hope u do a part two where they talk about it :’)