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Join the Hunt

Summary: Y/N Winchester messed up on a hunt, and faced the harsh consequences John made. He threw her into a vamp's nest, causing her to turn. Dean however, vowed to turn her back to a human, doing whatever it took.

Y/N sat in silence during the long car ride. She glanced over at Dean, who was nursing a wound… a large gash in his arm. She didn’t dare speak to him, knowing John would kick her out of the car and make her walk back. When they reached the motel room, he started to scream at her ruthlessly.

In a fit of rage, he blamed Y/N for the botched hunt, his voice echoing harshly against the worn-out motel walls. She bit her lip, holding back tears, as she absorbed the brunt of his fury. “I didn’t —” she tried to defend herself. But John wasn’t having any of it.

"Enough!" Dean finally interjected, his voice matching the intensity of John's. "It wasn't her fault, and you know it!”

Y/N locked eyes with Dean, grateful for his intervention. Silence filled the room, punctuated only by the sound of their heavy breathing. “She fucked up, and it cost you that fucking thing,” John said pointing to his wound.

"Enough, Dad!" Dean snapped back, his eyes hard and intense. "She's learning. We all made mistakes on our first hunts." The room fell silent again, tension hanging heavy in the air.

“She doesn’t,” John said pointing at her. Then he turned to face her. “You will obey all of my goddamned orders, do you understand?”

“I didn’t know what to —” she tried defending herself.

John cut her off again, "No excuses, Y/N!" His gaze was icy.

“I didn’t know what to do!” she yelled back, her eyes widening out of fear.

“What did you just say to me?” John asked advancing towards her, his voice threatening.

“I… I didn’t mean to yell,” She said backing away. “I just…I…I didn’t know what to do.”

She was backed into a wall, causing John to sneer. She looked over at Dean, who was watching the encounter happen as he cleaned and stitched his arm. John gripped her chin tightly, threatening her. “Dean’s not going to fucking help you,” he spat. There was a small window of silence before John struck her unexpectedly. She knew John was right. He had made a threat to him, one that would hurt them both if Dean interrupted her. John gripped the back of her neck, walking her forward and out of the motel room in the cold night.

As the door slammed shut behind them, Y/N found herself in the chilling darkness, her heart pounding in her chest. He threw her at the Impala, where she held out her hands to block her fall. She landed hard, her palms scraping painfully against the rough gravel. For a moment, she just lay there, her breaths coming out in shaky gasps as she tried to collect herself.

He picked her up again, and dragged her to the inside of the Impala, slamming the door shut, and going inside himself, starting the car immediately. She was left in the passenger seat, her body trembling from the cold and fear. She watched as John's face hardened into a mask of anger and determination. As the Impala roared to life, Y/N knew that the night was far from over. She wrapped her arms around her stomach protectively, looking out the window.

The moon hung high in the sky, casting long shadows that danced across the deserted highway. Y/N peered out at the desolate landscape, her heart aching with a mix of guilt, fear, and a strange sense of anticipation. She knew that this was just the beginning of her journey into the world of hunting. They had arrived at John’s intended location.

John took Y/N to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town, rumored to be the site of several unexplained disappearances. It was a grim, foreboding place, its skeletal structure silhouetted against the pale moonlight.

She felt an involuntary shiver run down her spine as they entered. The eerie silence of the place, punctuated only by the distant hooting of an owl, added an extra layer of dread to the already tense atmosphere.

There, they met a man. As the man approached, his eyes filled with a disturbing glee, Y/N felt herself freeze. But she forced herself to move, to stand tall, because she knew she had to be strong, for herself, for Dean. The night was only just beginning, and she was ready to face whatever lay ahead. John threw her at the man, causing her to stumble but quickly regained her footing, her gaze never leaving the man's eyes. She could see the swift, but fast movements of the man, as he approached her. In the moonlight, the man smiled, and she could see fangs. She heard a door close behind her. Her head turned at the moment, realizing John was no longer behind her. “Dad!” she yelled, running to the door of the shed. It was bolted shut. “Dad don’t leave me in here! I won’t make a mistake again I promise. Dad!”

But there was no response, only the cold wind whistling through the cracks. She turned back to face the man, her heart pounding in her chest. He was right in front of her, and she went into shock, before a painful bite was made onto her neck, and she let out a scream.

The scream echoed through the warehouse, bouncing off the walls and reverberating in the still night air. Y/N tried to push the man away, her hands fumbling against his chest, but he was too strong. She felt her knees buckle beneath her, her vision starting to blur as the man continued to bite her, injecting his venom.

John was already riding back home, happy that Dean had not interfered, considering his son did not know the extent of the punishment. “Where’s Y/N?” Dean asked, his arm stitched and cleaned up when John came home.

“I sent her on a hunt,” John said, only half lying.

Dean's face hardened at his father's response. He knew of John's harsh training methods, the brutal way he punished those who didn't live up to his impossible standards. "She's not ready for a solo hunt," Dean protested, his voice filled with worry.

“She’ll learn,” John said. “Like falling off a bike, right?”

Dean was silent for a moment, but then he shook his head, his face hardening. "This is different, Dad. And you know it. Y/N isn’t ready for this." He stood up, heading for the door, determination in his eyes.

“She’ll be fine,” John said, knowing he was completely lying at this point. “Get packed up, we’re going on our own hunt tomorrow.”

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Y/N woke up a day later, and felt different. Her body felt heavier, her senses heightened. She looked around, the warehouse now eerily silent. She touched her neck, wincing as her fingers brushed against the tender wound. She knew then, something had fundamentally changed within her. “Ow,” she mumbled as she got up. It was a habitual response to getting up after blacking out, but she realized she was never in pain.

She looked around the warehouse, only to find the man there. She grabbed the first wooden stick she could find. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” the man said.

"Stay back," she warned, her voice shaky but determined. The man merely chuckled, an unsettling sound that echoed through the warehouse.

"You don't understand what's happening, do you?" he asked, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

“I know you hurt me,” she said. “You bit me.”

The man nodded. Even in the dark, she could see him perfectly. Y/N felt a wave of dread wash over her as the reality of her situation set in. She was a vampire, forever changed by a single, terrifying encounter. She had joined the hunt, but not in the way she had ever imagined. She now, became the hunted. “My father —” she started, but he interrupted her.

“Made a deal with me,” the vampire said. “He would spare my life, if that meant the second you messed up again, I would make you a part of my clan.”

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest, her mind reeling. "No...no, you're lying!" she protested, but deep down, she knew it was the truth. This was her punishment, her penance for not being the perfect hunter John wanted her to be.

She backed away, her eyes wide with horror. "He wouldn't...he couldn't do that to me," she whispered, more to convince herself than anything else. But the vampire's smirk told her all she needed to know. “Dean wouldn’t let that happen.”

The vampire laughed, a chilling sound that echoed through the empty warehouse. "Dean doesn't know, and by the time he finds out, it'll be too late," he taunted, his gaze cold and merciless. "Welcome to your new life, Y/N."

Soon, she heard the familiar sounds of the Impala coming. She turned towards the noise, her heart pounding. She knew she couldn't let Dean see her like this. She quickly ducked behind a stack of crates as the Impala pulled up outside. “Get the knives,” John ordered. “It’s a small vamp’s nest, shouldn’t take long.”

As Dean exited the vehicle, Y/N watched from the shadows, her heart aching. She could smell both of their blood. She knew she had to hide, to run, but something held her in place. It was the bitter irony of her situation - she was now the prey in their hunt.

Her mind raced, and it blocked out all movement, all of her senses. She didn’t realize Dean was behind her. "Y/N?" Dean's voice was soft, filled with concern. She didn't dare turn around, she couldn't let him see her like this. But as she felt his hand on her shoulder, she knew it was too late.

She turned around slowly, her gaze meeting Dean’s. His eyes widened in shock as he took in her appearance. "Y/N, what the hell happened?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

She stepped back, where the shadows would hide her fangs. “Leave,” she said bitterly.

"But Y/N..." Dean started, his voice filled with confusion and worry. But she cut him off, her voice harsher than she intended, "Just go, Dean!" She watched as he hesitated, torn between his loyalty to his father and his concern for her. She pushed him back, a little too strong. He flew backwards, landing on the second floor.

The shock on Dean's face was palpable as he hit the ground, a sharp gasp escaping his lips. The night echoed with the sound of her frantic footsteps and Dean's stunned silence. “There’s a cure, Y/N,” Dean said silent enough for her to hear. “I can find it.”

“You’re luring me into a trap Dean,” she said. “I know you. It’s shoot first ask questions later, isn’t it? No matter the monster?”

"I... It's different with you, Y/N," Dean said, his voice barely a whisper in the darkness. "I won't give up on you. We're in this together, remember?" His words hung in the air, a beacon of hope amidst the despair.

But Y/N knew things were far from simple. She was now a part of the underworld they hunted, a creature of the night. “Find me when you have it,” she said before running into the night.

As Y/N disappeared into the pitch black, Dean was left standing alone in the frigid warehouse, her words echoing in his ears. He knew the path ahead was fraught with danger and uncertainty, but he was determined to find a cure and bring Y/N back. No matter what it took, he would not let her become a monster. “You turned her?!” Dean yelled to his father.

John turned and faced Dean, his expression unreadable. "It was necessary," he responded, his voice cold and detached. "This is her consequence for failing us."

Dean's anger flared at his father's words. "You had no right!" he spat, his fists clenching at his sides. "She's not a tool for your twisted training methods, she's family!" The tension between them hung heavy in the air, both men locked in a bitter standoff, their previous hunt forgotten.

John's gaze hardened. "You don't understand, Dean," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "This is the life we lead, the price we pay. Y/N had to learn that one way or another."

“What were you going to do?” Dean asked. “Kill her if I hadn’t found her?”

John's silence was all the answer Dean needed. The realization hit him like a punch to the gut. "I won't let you hurt her anymore," Dean declared, his voice steady despite the fear gnawing at him. "I'll find a cure, and you won't lay a hand on her again. As of right now, we’re done.”

John watched as Dean stormed off into the night, leaving him alone in the abandoned warehouse. He had never seen his son so determined, so protective. And as he stood there, a chilling realization crept over him. He had lost control, not just over Y/N, but over Dean as well.

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Dean spent the last year trying to find a cure, which also meant a year of the life he lost with his sister. He was constantly on the move, scouring libraries and reaching out to old contacts for information. Despite the exhaustion and the loneliness, he clung onto the hope that he could bring Y/N back to her human self. When he had found her, he was shocked at the transformation. She was no longer the girl he remembered. Her eyes were darker, her skin paler, and there was a coldness to her that he had never seen before. But in spite of it all, he could still see traces of his sister in her, the strong-willed girl who refused to back down from a challenge.

“Hello, Dean,” she said. Even her voice had changed.

"Y/N," he greeted, his voice filled with a mix of relief and worry. "I found it, the cure. We can make this right." His words hung heavy in the air, a promise he was determined to keep.

“I think I’m okay,” she said bitterly. “Now go, because I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

"But Y/N," Dean pleaded, his voice shaking. "You don't have to live like this. There's a chance for you to go back to your old life." His words echoed in the silence, a desperate plea for the sister he once knew.

“My old life?” she asked a menacing laugh in her. She jumped from the second floor of the shed to the ground, landing gracefully. “You mean the life where I was constantly under John's thumb, forever living in fear of disappointing him? Or the life where I was nothing more than a trainee, never good enough, always a liability?” Her words were like a slap in the face. A reminder that Dean had failed to protect her.

"No," Dean responded, his voice steady despite the hurt in his eyes. "I mean the life where you were my sister, where we looked out for each other, where we were a team." His voice was filled with a quiet desperation, his eyes pleading with her to understand.

“Even then,” she said. "I was a burden, never quite measuring up to your standards, or John's. This is my life now, Dean. I'm not the baby sister you oh-so feel obligated to protect anymore," Y/N said, her voice cold and distant.

"But Y/N," Dean replied, his voice filled with sorrow, "You were never a burden to me. You're my family and I'll do whatever it takes to help you. You don't have to face this alone."

Y/N looked at him, her eyes flashed anger, along with unshed tears. "I don't want your help, Dean. I've made my choice." She turned and walked away, but what she didn’t realize was that Dean had a plan. Bobby, her once surrogate father, and Sam, her brother, were behind her.

Suddenly, her body was pinned to the ground, a stake pressed against her, but not hurting her. Bobby's voice echoed in her ears, "Sorry, kiddo. But we're doing this for your own good." Sam was holding a vial of the cure Dean had found. As the liquid was forced into her mouth, Y/N knew her life was about to change once again.

Her body convulsed as the cure spread through her system, the transformation painful but necessary. The pain was quickly replaced with a sense of relief, as her once heightened senses began to dull and her fangs disappeared. She was human again, brought back from the monstrous existence she had been forced into. "Y/N," Dean's voice was soft, filled with relief and unshed tears. "Welcome back."

“I told you, I WAS FINE!” She said.

"But you weren't, Y/N," Dean replied, his voice filled with pain and concern. "You were hurting and we couldn't stand by and watch. We're your family and we'll always fight for you, no matter what."

“Oh boo fucking hoo,” she said. She could hear Sam stifle a laugh at her comment. They're was no more risks of danger since she was no longer immortal.

“Look, Y/N,” Bobby said sternly. “You have two options. Either come with us and hate us, or be on your own and hate us while being miserable.”

Y/N sighed, looking at the faces of the only family she had left. "Fine," she grumbled, "I'll stick with you guys. But don't expect me to be all sunshine and rainbows about it."

“So,” Sam said as they drove into the night. “How did immortality treat you?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. She was angry at her brothers and angry at herself. She stared out the window. “It was actually great,” she muttered. “I had a life un-ironically.”

"Sounds like a hell of a story," Dean commented, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Maybe one day you'll tell us about it." Y/N merely grumbled in response.

She didn't want to admit to her brothers that they were right. That she was in fact hurting and angry at John and hurting over the betrayal she's felt for nearly a year. However, they were her brothers. And she missed them.

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spnluver · 22 days

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To Become a Hunter

Summary: Y/N Winchester is the younger sister of Sam and Dean, and has been raised by her eldest brother Dean Winchester. Dean does everything in his power to make sure she has a somewhat normal childhood. Even if he cannot do that, he makes sure that she doesn’t have to witness some of the most brutal things he has during her childhood. Even if that means facing the wrath of his father.

Disclaimer: I do not own supernatural or any characters apart from Y/N Winchester, the younger sister of Sam and Dean. Any scene that seems altered or completely new is to fit Y/N's storyline.

Warnings: mild mentions and descriptions of abuse, John Winchester

Dean: 20, Y/N: 6

Dean went back to the motel one day to see his little sister with a tear streaked face, and his father wearing an angry one. He scooped her up and placed her on his lap, hugging her tightly. “What happened kiddo?” he asked gently.

“Is it true?” she asked, her voice shaking.

"Is what true, sweetheart?" Dean inquired with a furrowed brow, concern lacing his voice as he held her a little tighter.

“That monsters are real?” she whispered, her big eyes filled with fear as she looked up at him. “That you kill them?”

Dean paused for a moment before giving her a gentle smile, "Well, kiddo, there are monsters out there. But don't worry, your big brother's here to protect you from them. And yes, sometimes, I have to fight them off." She buried her face into his chest, and Dean looked at his father. “You told her?”

His father just shrugged, not meeting his eyes. Dean's heart sank as he held his little sister closer, promising himself that he'd shield Y/N from the harsh reality of their world for as long as he could. “She needed to learn,” John said.

“She’s six,” Dean said sternly.

“You knew starting at four,” John replied. “What’s so different with her?”

“I was forced to. I didn’t have a choice. But she does," Dean retorted, his gaze hardening as he looked at his father.

“Are you really challenging me Dean?” John asked his voice getting low. “Because remember your place.”

“She’s a child,” Dean replied again. “She shouldn't have to worry about monsters and fighting, she should be worrying about what cartoon to watch or what toy to play with." His voice was firm, a clear sign that he wasn't backing down this time. "And I'll do whatever it takes to make sure she gets that," Dean added, his voice steady and determined. "Even if it means standing up to you, Dad." His grip on Y/N tightened protectively as he met his father's gaze unflinchingly.

“Let’s go for a drive, Dean,” John said coldly.

Dean’s eyes widened in fear, but he knew that there was no backing down now. And he wouldn’t back down anyway. He knew what was at stake - the innocence and childhood of his little sister. As he rose from the couch, he gently nudged Y/N, "Hey, kiddo. I'll be back soon, okay? Just stay here. I promise I’ll explain everything to you when we get back.” Y/N nodded and went over to the couch, even though she was anything but fine. Dean followed his father out the front door. The ride was silent, and when John found a secluded spot, he parked the car. Dean got out of the car, waiting for his father to do the same, and when John stood in front of him, he braced himself for John’s fist to connect with his face.

John's punch landed, but Dean stood his ground, not allowing the pain to show on his face. He spat out blood, then looked up at his father, his resolve unshaken. "Y/N deserves a childhood, Dad. I won't let you or anyone else take that away from her," he said, his voice steady despite the throbbing pain in his cheek.

He punched again, and when he punched Dean to the ground, he took off his belt, beginning to whip him as punishment for his defiance. But no matter how much it hurt, Dean refused to back down, remaining resolute in his decision to protect Y/N's innocence at all costs. The beating continued until John had exhausted himself. As he finally walked away, leaving Dean alone and bruised on the ground, Dean's mind was filled not with the physical pain he was enduring, but with the vow he had made to himself. He would protect Y/N, no matter the cost. Dean took his time, but not too long to get himself back up, and into the car. John threw a spare shirt at Dean, ordering him to change so Y/N wouldn’t see. Dean didn’t call out his father’s hypocrisy, and did as he was told. When they got to the motel, before John could exit the car, Dean said, “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep Y/N safe and give her a normal life. I don’t care how many beatings I have to take, I’ll do it.”

John looked at Dean, his gaze that of an Alpha wolf, intimidating his pack. “You better remember your words, Dean," John said, his voice icy, "because I won't hesitate to remind you of them." Despite the threat in his father's words, Dean only nodded, the determination in his eyes unwavering.

With that, Dean got out of the car, his body aching but managed his casual look. He walked back into the motel room, his gaze immediately finding Y/N. She rushed to him, wrapping her little arms around him tightly. He winced slightly at the contact, but quickly masked it with a reassuring smile. "It's okay, kiddo," he murmured, ruffling her hair gently. "Your big brother's got you."

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes still filled with fear, but also a glimmer of trust. "Promise?" she asked quietly.

"Promise," Dean replied, holding her a little tighter. He wasn't just promising to protect her from monsters. He was promising to protect her from their world, their reality, as long as he possibly could.

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Dean: 24, Y/N: 10

In the years that followed, Dean remained true to his promise. Despite the inevitable dangers that came their way, he always put Y/N's safety and wellbeing first, shielding her from the harsh realities of their world for as long as he could. One day however, he found John screaming at her, as she cowered away into the corner of the room. Dean instantly stepped in, positioning himself between Y/N and John, his protective instinct kicking in. "Enough, Dad!" he demanded, his eyes flashing with defiance. Dean felt a hand collide with his cheek, and heard his sister gasp.

“I’m okay, Y/N,” Dean lied. He looked back at his father. “What happened?”

“She failed at shooting a gun,” John said angrily. “More than that, she almost shot me with it. She threw it on the ground and it went off.”

“What was she doing holding a gun?!” he yelled. He got slapped again before John answered.

“I was training her. Something you still failed to do even though I ORDERED YOU TO DO SO!” he yelled.

"I won't let her be a part of this, Dad," Dean retorted, his voice filled with determination. "She's still a kid. She doesn't need to know how to shoot a gun. She needs to know how to be a kid." Despite the sting of the slap still lingering on his cheek, Dean stood his ground, his resolve unshaken.

“I gave you an order,” John said, his voice dangerously low. “And you disobeyed it.”

"And I'll do it again, Dad," Dean replied defiantly. "If it means keeping Y/N safe and out of this life, I'll disobey every order you give." His voice was steady, every word echoing his unwavering determination.

John glared at him, then her. “You see what you’ve done to my son! You've turned him against me," he accused, his voice filled with a bitter resentment. "And for what? For a childhood that you'll never have?" His gaze was hard as it bore into Y/N, who was still cowering behind Dean. “You made him weak!”

“ENOUGH!” Dean yelled. “She did not make me weak. I’m protecting her. And if standing up for my sister makes me weak, then so be it," Dean declared, his voice echoing with conviction. "I will always choose to protect her, no matter what you say, Dad." His stance was firm, and his gaze never wavered from his father's.

“You’ll wish you weee never born, Dean,” John said. “Trust me on this.”

Dean, however, remained unfazed by his father's threat. "I'm not afraid of you, Dad," he replied, his voice steady. "Not anymore.”

John stepped closer. “We’ll see about that when you get the punishment you deserve for disobeying me," John threatened, his voice filled with a chilling promise. But Dean was resolved, ready to face whatever came his way, as long as it meant keeping Y/N safe.

John stormed out of the room, leaving Dean and Y/N alone. Dean turned to Y/N, his features softening as he knelt down to her level. "It's okay, Y/N," he reassured her, his voice gentle. "I won't let anything happen to you. I promise.” He held out a hand to help her up, and she hesitantly took it, allowing him to pull her into a comforting hug.

“I trust you,” She said after some time, mumbling into his shirt.

“That’s my girl,” Dean said. He pulled away from the hug, and looked at her. “Are you hurt? Did he hurt you?”

Y/N shook her head, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. "I'm okay, Dean," she replied, her voice shaky but audible. "I just... I was scared." She looked up at him, her eyes filled with fear and uncertainty. He cupped her cheek gently.

“As long as I’m around,” Dean said. “Nothing bad will ever happen to you.”

Y/N gave him a small, hesitant smile. "I know, Dean," she replied softly. "I believe you." With that, she wrapped her arms around him again, holding onto him tightly. Then she remembered what their father had said. “Are you going to get punished?”

Dean sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Don't worry about me, kiddo," he assured her. "Whatever happens, I can handle it. Just remember, nothing's more important than keeping you safe."

“But who’s gonna keep you safe?” she asked as he hugged her tightly.

Dean let out a sad, soft smile. “I'll be okay, Y/N," he promised, his voice filled with a mixture of assurance and tenderness. "Your big brother's tough, remember?" With that, he ruffled her hair affectionately, hoping to ease her worries.

“But —” she tried. Dean interrupted her.

"No buts, kiddo," he cut her off gently, his voice firm yet comforting. "Trust me, okay? I can take care of myself. You just focus on being a kid. That's your job." He gave her a reassuring smile, hoping to ease her worries.

“Okay,” she said after some hesitation.

With that, Dean gently nudged her towards the couch, encouraging her to relax and watch some TV while he began preparing dinner, doing his best to restore normalcy and assure Y/N that everything would be okay.

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Dean: 30, Sam: 26, Y/N: 16

“You are not walking away from me!” Dean yelled after Y/N as she walked down the stairs, and into the Bunker’s library.

“Can you at least let me go on a salt and burn, or something!” Y/N yelled.

“No,” Dean said strictly. They met their brother, Sam at one of the tables, who looked up from his lore books. “I’ve already told you no. You’re not doing anything related to hunting!”

"Dean, I'm not a kid anymore. I can handle myself," Y/N argued, her gaze unwavering as she met Dean's stern expression.

“You are sixteen! Six. Teen. A teen,” Dean answered. “You are still a kid! And as long as I'm around, you're not going to be thrown into this life," Dean continued, his voice firm and resolute. "I promised to give you a normal life, Y/N, and I intend to keep that promise, no matter what."

“That was when Dad was alive!” Y/N said. “And when you were trying to make a point!”

"And that doesn't change anything," Dean retorted. "Dad's gone but my promise to keep you safe still stands. You're not a hunter, Y/N, and I'm not going to let you become one."

“Well, what about —” Sam tried.

“STAY OUT OF IT!” Both siblings yelled at him.

Sam raised his hands defensively, deciding it was best to stay out of their argument. "Alright, alright," he said, retreating back to his desk. Meanwhile, Dean and Y/N continued their heated conversation, neither willing to back down.

“Why do you want to hunt so bad?!” Dean yelled. “Huh! Why all of a sudden?!”

"Because I want to help! I want to do something more than just sit around and read lore all day," Y/N retorted, her eyes filled with frustration and determination as she met Dean's gaze. "I want to fight, Dean. Like you and Sam."

“No,” Dean said.

“I thought you said I had a choice!” Y/N yelled. “This is mine!”

"Your choice is to have a normal life, Y/N, not to throw yourself into danger," Dean retorted, his voice shaking with a mix of anger and fear. "I won't let you risk your life on some misguided desire to be a hunter."

“You’re misguided!” Y/N retorted.

“Yeah, nice middle school comeback Y/N,” Dean said with an eye roll.

Just as Y/N was about to retort, Sam interjected, "Guys, can we please calm down and talk about this rationally?" But his attempt at mediation was met with glares from both Dean and Y/N.

“Alright you want a comeback Dean?!” Y/N said not thinking. “You’re not Dad. And you’re not my dad. So shut up!”

The words hit Dean harder than any punch. His face went pale, his eyes filled with hurt. "Y/N..." he started, his voice barely a whisper. But Y/N didn't wait for him to finish, she stormed out of the room, leaving a stunned Dean and Sam behind.

Dean stood there, torn between anger and pain. He wanted to run after Y/N, to make her understand why he was so protective, but he just couldn't find the strength to move. Sam gave him a sympathetic look, but Dean simply shook his head, silently asking his brother to give him a moment alone. Sam left the room, leaving Dean alone in the library. As the silence stretched on, Dean sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. He stood there for a while, trying to process Y/N's words. He knew she was growing up, that she wanted to be part of the fight, but he couldn't help the instinctual fear that gripped him at the thought. He loved her too much to risk her life, even if that meant being the bad guy in her eyes. He gripped onto the edges of the desk, his knuckles turning white. He grabbed a lamp and threw it against the wall, causing the bulb to break and the light to go out. He sank onto a chair, his head in his hands. The weight of Y/N's words echoed in his mind. He was doing everything he could to protect her, but in her eyes, he was just trying to control her. The realization stung. He had become his father, but instead of forcing the world of hunting on her, he was forcing a normal life onto her. He was so focused on shielding her from the dangers of their world, he didn't realize that he may be stifling her, not allowing her to make her own choices. He was left with a heavy heart, questioning if he was truly doing the right thing. “What do I do now, Mom?” he muttered to himself. The promise he made to his mother, of keeping her safe sixteen years ago, and the promise he made to his sister, ten years ago lingered in his mind. He was torn between honoring these promises and respecting Y/N's growing independence. As he sat there in the dimly lit room, Dean Winchester, the fearless hunter, felt more lost than ever. Soon he heard footsteps, and saw Y/N with a tear-streaked face.

"I'm sorry, Dean," she whispered, her voice shaky. "I didn't mean what I said... You're not like Dad. You've always been there for me. I just... I just want to help, too." She looked at him, her eyes filled with regret and sadness.

“I think that’s the world’s fastest record of you trying to apologize to me,” Dean said lightly, trying to lighten the mood even though he was still trying to process what she just said.

Y/N let out a small, soft smile. “I really am sorry Dean,” she said at the end of the room.

Dean nodded slowly, getting up from the chair and making his way to her. He pulled her into a hug, holding her close. "I know, kiddo," he said softly. "I know." He sighed, realizing that maybe there was a middle ground they could find, a balance between keeping her safe and not stifling her independence. She cried into his chest, and he held her tighter, comforting her as she let out her emotions. "We'll figure this out, Y/N," he promised, his voice filled with determination and resolve. "We'll find a way to make this work."

After a moment, he pulled back and wiped her tears away, giving her a gentle smile. "And hey, maybe we can start with some basic self-defense training. No hunting, just... learning to protect yourself, alright?"

“I don’t feel like I deserve it though,” Y/N said honestly. “After what I said to you, I just…”

"Everyone makes mistakes, Y/N. And we all say things we don’t mean sometimes," Dean reassured her, his voice gentle. "What's important is that we learn from them and try to make things right. And I think starting with self-defense training is a good step towards that." He gave her a small, encouraging smile, hoping to lift her spirits.

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of regret and hope. "Okay, Dean," she agreed, nodding. "I'd like that." This marked a new chapter in their relationship, one filled with understanding and compromise.

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