#sam x sister!reader

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Protector

Requested by @captaincvans

Dean Winchester x little sister!reader, a little bit of Sam Winchester x little sister!reader

Synopsis: your big brother Dean has always been your protector

It started when you were four years old. Dean answered one of John’s phones, and was shocked to hear your tiny voice on the other end.

“Who is this? How did you get this number?”

“My mommy,” you were sobbing into the phone, and Dean’s heartbeat picked up. Had someone hurt the little girl on the other end? “My mommy said to call if-if bad things happened. She said it was my daddy’s number.”

To say Dean was shocked would be the understatement of the century, but he forced himself to remain calm, if only for the little girl who clearly needed help. John had gone out on a job, and Sam had walked to a nearby store to grab some supplies.

“Ok, well where’s your mommy?”

“The monster…he-he…” you broke down into sobs, and Dean didn’t need to hear anything else.

Dean was usually used to waiting for John’s orders before doing just about anything, but somehow now he knew just what to do. Every instinct inside him screamed to help you from the moment he heard your voice.

He didn’t know then, but that instinct would follow him for the rest of his life.

…

Dean’s relationship with you was different than his with Sam. Dean had practically raised Sam, but he literally raised you. The older the boys got, the more John left them for hunts. And there was the age difference; he was only four years older than Sam, but Dean had already grown up and started hunting by the time you came into his life. And after John died, the two of you became closer than ever, and he took on his role as caretaker even more seriously.

So, needless to say, hunting wasn’t in the cards for you. Of course Dean taught you how to defend yourself, but he knew that once you started hunting, you’d be stuck in that life forever, and that wasn’t a choice he was going to let you make as a teenager.

A part of you always wanted to fight him on it, not because you thought you’d love hunting, but because your big brothers risked their lives on an almost-daily basis, and you wanted to be there to help them. However, it didn’t take long for you to realize that being on a hunt would just put them in more danger; Dean would be so worried about you that he wouldn’t keep his head on straight. You weren’t going to be the reason he got distracted and killed on a hunt.

So you stayed behind.

But that didn’t mean that you were always safe.

…

“Crowley I swear, if you touch one hair on her head-“

“Let me guess, they’ll never find the body?”

“Oh no, they will,” Dean’s fists were clenched so hard, his palms were going numb. “They’ll find it, and they’ll keep finding it. Little bits, everywhere, maybe I’ll even drop you in a couple of different states. I’ll cut you up nice and slow, it’ll take weeks before you’re dead, and that’s if I’m feeling generous enough to let you die at all.”

“My my my, someone is very protective about his little pet. However, your mummy should’ve taught you some manners, because you see…” Dean flinched when he heard your screams over the phone. “I don’t like to be threatened, squirrel.”

“Ok, ok!” Dean relented. Your screams stopped.

“Good. Now, here’s my ultimatum,” Crowley’s voice rose in anger, “If you ever want to see this little runt again, the first thing you’re gonna do, is drop the attitude, and show some respect!” Crowley cleared his throat, and returned to his easygoing, neutral tone. “After all, I am the king of hell. And then, after that, you’re going to stop meddling in my affairs. That’s not so bad, is it?”

Dean was about to throw out a snarky response when your voice broke in.

“Don’t listen to him, Dean. He’s just a liar, he’ll betray y-“ your desperate, frightened voice cut off with a high-pitched scream, and Dean could swear he heard Crowley laughing.

“Now now, darling, that’s not very nice. Name-calling is for children. Oh that’s right,” Crowley’s laughter started up again. “You are a child.”

“Stop it!” Not seeing what was going on was driving Dean insane. He could only imagine what Crowley was doing to you. “Alright, Crowley, you get what you want. Just let her go!”

The screaming stopped again.

“Now, that’s sweet, Dean. But I’m afraid I don’t exactly trust your word. So, I’m going have to keep your little rugrat here for a little longer, just to make sure you make good on your promise. Deal?”

“No no no, Crowley you can’t just-“

“I think we’re done here.”

The click that followed might as well have been an atomic bomb.

…

“We got a location.”

Dean had never jumped up that fast in his entire life.

“Finally, let’s go.”

“Dean, hold on,” Sam placed his hand out, stopping Dean in his tracks. “We don’t know how many demons are guarding it.”

“You know what, Sam? I don’t really care. There could be a thousand demons in there for all I care. She’s in there, so I’m going.” Dean brushed past Sam, who reluctantly followed him into the Impala.

“I’m just saying, it would be nice to have a plan.”

“I have a plan.” Dean peeled out of the driveway and sped along the road.

“The plan is get her back.”

…

You heard them before you saw them. It would be impossible not to; the screaming of demons and the thud as bodies hit the floor wasn’t exactly quiet.

However, when the door burst open, it wasn’t your brothers who came in.

Crowley rushed toward you, his hand outstretched to grab you and teleport you with him. A split second before his hand reached your shoulder, the demon blade whizzed past his ear and struck his arm, throwing him off balance and onto the floor. Before he could get back up, Dean was on him, not even bothering with the knife as he pounded on Crowley’s face. Sam rushed in after him, grabbing Dean by the shoulder and pulling him off.

“That’s enough, Dean! Just use the kni-“

Before either brother could move towards the demon blade, Crowley had disappeared.

“No!” Dean slammed his fist against the wall, and was about to do it again when he heard it.

“Dean?”

Never, not even when you were little, had Dean ever heard you sound so small; so fragile. He turned, his gaze instantly softening, his fists relaxing as he rushed to your side. He quickly untied the ropes holding you to a metal chair, and as soon as you were free you collapsed into his waiting arms.

“You’re ok,” Dean’s eyes stung as he gripped you tightly to him. “You’re safe now, I’m here.”

“Is she ok?” Sam stepped up behind Dean, and Dean reluctantly pulled away to check you for injuries.

There was a gash along your cheek, and he saw several cuts on your arms and legs, but what really worried him was the blood covering the front of your shirt.

“Baby, can you…” Dean touched the pool of blood dripping down your stomach. You lifted your shirt a few inches, and he saw a deep cut running along your ribs. Blood was still gushing freely from the cut, and Dean quickly removed his top layer of flannel, pressing it against the wound.

Sam flinched when you cried out, and Dean winced.

“I know, I know it hurts honey. I need you to hold it there, though.” You took the shirt from him and he nodded, “Yeah, good, press it tight.” He glanced around one more time to be sure no demons were coming, before he scooped you into his arms. You cried out again when he jostled you, and he tried to ignore you as he turned to Sam.

“You gotta watch my back, I’ve got her, but I don’t know if there are any more demons still here.”

Sam nodded, taking the demon blade.

“Alright, I’ll drive.”

…

“Do we need to take her to a hospital?” Sam glanced to the back of the Impala, where your head was resting in Dean’s lap as he held his shirt against your cut.

“I’m ok,” your voice was quiet, almost sleepy.

“We should take her in,” Dean insisted.

“It doesn’t look like she’s lost that much blood,” Sam hesitantly argued.

“Dean, I’m ok,” you turned your gaze from your injury to your big brother. “Really, just stitch me up. I’ll be fine.”

Dean relented hesitantly, mostly because he didn’t put it past Crowley to try to alert local authorities to all the bodies he’d left in his wake saving you. The last thing you needed was to be stuck in a hospital while Sam and Dean got arrested.

“Alright, ok. But you gotta stay awake, understand?”

You were silent for a few seconds, and when your voice lifted he could hear the tears you were trying to hold back.

“He wouldn’t let me sleep.”

Dean felt the white-hot anger rising in him, but he forced it down.

“You…but you were gone for three days.”

“I know. But ev-every time I tried to sleep…” you picked at one of the cuts, and Dean got the picture. He glanced up to see Sam gripping the steering wheel with all his might, his knuckles turning snow-white.

“I’m sorry,” Dean’s soft voice was only beat by the softness in his eyes as he looked down at you. “I’m so sorry. But you gotta stay awake just a little bit longer, I’m sorry.”

You knew he wasn’t just apologizing for that.

“Dean, it’s not your fault.”

He turned to look out the window, and you knew he didn’t believe you.

“Dean,” you tried to raise your voice, but it just sent you into a fit of coughing. His head whipped back to look at you, and he squeezed his hand under your head, lifting you up a little so you could breathe.

“Honey, don’t talk, don’t talk. You’re ok, just breathe.”

“Dean,” you took a deep breath, “Dean it’s not. It’s not your fault-“

“Shh, shh,” he insisted, eyes flitting nervously over your face. “Kiddo please, don’t talk.”

“Then say it.”

Dean sighed, and you knew he wouldn’t mean it, but you wanted him to say it anyway.

“It wasn’t my fault.”

…

“I’m sorry,” Dean winced when you sucked in a breath, trying desperately to stay still as he sewed you up.

“I’m ok,” you insisted.

“Ok, I’m done,” Dean tied off the last stitch, and you hesitantly stood and headed to your bathroom to shower off the blood that was all but covering you.

Dean sat on your bed while you were gone, staring down at the blood on his hands, disgusted but somehow unable to get up to wash it off.

He stayed there until you returned, a clean shirt and your pajama pants on. You stepped up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He glanced up, opening his mouth to speak before closing it again. You tugged on his arm without speaking, and he followed you mechanically as you pulled him into your bathroom.

You turned on the sink water and guided his hands under the flow, rubbing his hands until they were clean and your blood was running down the drain. You handed him a soft towel, and he slowly dried his hands.

The two of you stood there in silence, unsure of whether to move or not. Then suddenly, the two of you moved in sync. He opened his arms just as you moved towards him, and he wrapped you into his arms. One of his hands cradled the back of your head, while the other rested on the small of your back. You felt his chin rest on the top of your head, his arms tightening around you.

“I’m so sorry,” he choked.

You wanted to tell him it wasn’t his fault, but you knew that you could scream it til doomsday and Dean still wouldn’t believe it. So instead you said what he needed to hear.

“I’m ok.”

…

You weren’t the only one who hadn’t been able to sleep during your captivity, and you knew it. Dean looked horrible, his eyes dark and his hair greasy and sticking out in strange angles. You didn’t think you could convince him to eat or shower, not yet at least. He hadn’t left your side in the hour since you got back, and you figured he would want to watch over you while you slept.

So, if you couldn’t make him eat, you figured you at least knew a way to make him sleep.

You let him tuck you into your bed before grabbing onto his arm as he turned to go.

“Stay with me,” you insisted. He nodded and reached to grab a chair.

“No, with me,” you lifted a corner of the blanket. Dean didn’t speak, he just climbed in next to you and let you lean against his arm.

After a few minutes, Dean’s breathing evened out and you smiled.

He was your protector, always.

But maybe there was some ways that you could save him, too.

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[hunterscabin]

Everything Goes Wrong

Summary: Dean is there to comfort his little sister after she suffers a fatal injury while hunting.

Pairings: Dean x Sister!Reader; Sam x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Angst; hurt/comfort; whump; death

Word Count: 1.3k 

Author’s Note: Requested from anonymous many moons ago. 

Dean. He was running toward you, screaming your name. You couldn’t comprehend his urgency; the leviathan were dead, the fight was over.

It all happened so quickly. You walked into a battle already underway. A small group of hunters also trailing the levis were first to arrive at the hideout, complicating an already dicey hunt. At the sight of their chaotic fighting, it became immediately clear that none of them had the tact or skill of a Winchester. Your brothers took action, causing two of the chompers to flee. Dean tossed one of the rookie hunters a sack of crude borax bombs and instructed them to capture the runaways. Sam crossed the warehouse, distracting one of the remaining leviathan. Dean took advantage of his brother’s diversion, driving the righteous, blood soaked bone he brandished deep into her skull.

On the other side of the abandoned stockroom, you were taking a beating from the last leviathan. He had been momentarily stunned by the bottle of borax you smashed over him, but his resiliency was remarkable. Almost immediately regaining his composure, he flung you into a pile of scrap metal. You scrambled to your feet, unsheathing your knife in the process. He made quick work of disarming you before effortlessly pinning you against a steel support beam. You winced, preparing for the worst, when suddenly, he retreated. Your eyes opened to find Sam impaling him with the bone several yards away.

High off the action, your entire body pulsed with energy. Or was it throbbing? Normally, the adrenaline of a hunt didn’t make you this… this… what was this feeling? You heard Dean shout your name again. Why did he sound so strange? A warmth spread across your stomach, and you looked down to find a mess of red. Blood? Your blood. Soaking your clothes and pooling at your feet. Bewilderment washed over you as your fingers wrapped around the handle of your blade. 

Just as Dean reached your side, your legs buckled. He braced your fall and carefully lowered you to the ground.

"Sammy!" Your eldest brother’s voice was gruff and full of urgency.

Consumed with killing the leviathan, Sam had been unaware of the commotion behind him. When he turned to see you bleeding in Dean’s arms, Sam shot up and sprinted toward you. He landed hard on his knees in front of Dean.

"Just the knife?" Sam’s eyes darted rapidly up and down your trembling form, trying to assess the damage.

Not wanting to speak the words, Dean nodded, his expression telling Sam the severity of your injuries.

“The car’s too far.” Dean thought aloud.

Sam wrestled with his next move. He didn’t want to leave you. He knew your chances of surviving were slim. He heard it in Dean’s tone. He saw it on your bloodstained clothes. Still, if there was even the slightest chance of saving you, he had to try.

“I’ll see if I can catch up with the other hunters.”

Both men knew it wouldn’t be enough, but it was the best Sam had to offer. Dean nodded reluctantly.

As your brothers’ muffled voices became more clear, so did your reality. The once dull pressure was now a searing pain. Your body screamed and your face contorted.

"Y/N, look at me.” Your eyes, wide with fear and confusion, found Sam’s. "You're gonna be okay. I’m going to get help.” 

Sam leaned forward and pressed a long kiss to your forehead. “I’ll be right back, Y/N/N. I promise.”

Through a large, broken window, Dean watched Sam tear across the field and into the nearby woods. When he glanced back at you in his arms, your eyes were closed.

"Y/N, you gotta stay awake." Dean gently shook you until your gaze met his. "That's my girl."

"So tired, De." Your groggy voice begged for sleep.

"I know you are, kiddo, but I need you to keep your eyes on me.”

"Too hard,” you murmured, “Can’t do it."

"Yes you can, sweetheart." Dean was no longer able to mask his concern. "How can I help, Y/N/N? Tell me what to do."

Your brother’s desperation lifted the fog numbing your senses, and you clearly understood what you hadn’t before; you were dying. Anyone else would panic at this realization, beg their God for more time, cling to the last bit of life and fight. Not you. You woke every morning knowing this was a possibility. Saving people, hunting things; it was a dangerous road.

You weren’t bitter; no matter how menacing, your days were full of purpose, and that wasn’t something most people could say. You weren’t afraid; years of close calls had prepared you for this moment. You were, however, insurmountably saddened by the fact that Dean had to watch you die. You knew he would bear the weight of your absence completely despondent and guilt ridden. There was so much you wanted to say to ease his inevitable grief, but talking had grown increasingly difficult as words and breath eluded you. The most you could do was take the hand of solace Dean extended. You silently prayed that would be enough. 

"Tell me a story."

Dean smiled. Between your sleepy eyes and the way you were curled in his arms, it felt like you were little again.

“Have I ever told you about the day mom and dad brought you home from the hospital?”

You shook your head “No.”

“Sammy was not happy.” Dean gave a weak laugh remembering how ornery his brother had been. 

“He locked himself in his room. I tried to tell him that having a little sibling wasn’t all bad, but he wouldn’t listen. Dad had to take his door off the hinges to get him out.”

“He loves’me now.” you noted dreamily.

“He sure does.” Dean agreed, furrowing at your slurred speech. Another sign that your body was succumbing to its injuries. 

“That phase lasted less than an hour,” he continued. 

“Wha’happn’d?”

“He held you.” Dean’s voice was thick with nostalgia. “Mom convinced him. He sat in Dad’s chair, and she laid you in his lap. He wasn’t sure at first, but then you smiled.” 

Despite your pain, a contented grin eased across your face. 

“Just like that.” 

“D’d you hold me?”

Dean nodded. “You were so small, but I swear your eyes were as big and Y/E/C as they are now. I stared at you for hours. I never wanted to let you go.” I still don’t want to let you go. 

Dean paused to clear the sadness from his throat, but he was losing the battle against his emotions. He could see your eyes growing dim and feel your skin getting cold. You didn’t have much longer. 

“I love you so much, Y/N/N.” Dean’s words were short and breathless. 

“I love you too.” 

Dean pulled you closer and placed a warm hand on the side of your face. 

“De?” A small, crimson spot appeared at the corner of your mouth. “C’n I close m’eyes, now?"

At once, Dean felt everything and nothing. He knew the instant your eyes closed, he’d never see them again. He cursed himself for bringing you on such a risky hunt. He cursed himself for not keeping a better eye on you during the fight. He cursed Sam for still being gone. Not because he thought his younger brother would bring anything or anyone to save you, but because he knew how broken he’d be, returning to find his little sister asleep forever. He wanted to shake you, to scream, to do everything in his power to ensure your heavy lids didn’t fall, but he refrained. He knew this would be the last comfort he could ever give you. Dean surrendered to his heartache and let you slip from this world.

"Yeah, baby girl. You can rest now. I’ve got you.”

Masterlist

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[dingo-ate-my-hot-lettuce-crazy]

THIS IS BASED OFF A TIKTOK I SAW BUT IMAGINE THIS IF YOU WERE THE BOYS’ YOUNGER SIBLING

Dean: Hey kiddo, how was school?

Y/n: it was good i met a boy today!

Dean: …

Sam: …

Dean: oh yeah? what uhh what was this boy’s name?

Y/n: his name was michael and he told me he likes me!

Dean & Sam *panic*: …

Y/n: we held hands and everything!

Dean & Sam: *look to each other* YOU HELD HANDS???!?!?!??

Y/n: yeah :D

Dean: oh no, oh my god, Sam..you know what we have to do…

Sam: agreed.

Dean & Sam: *grab Y/n and carry them to the sink, and stick their hands under the faucet*

Dean: SANITIZE! SANITIZE!

Y/n: *uncontrollable laugher* no! it was only for like five minutes!

Sam: Five whole minutes!!!! This calls for the holy water…

Y/n: *dying laughter with hands still under running water*

RAHARAHARAHARAHARAH im feral for this hc

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[delulu4dean]

Emergency Room

Warnings: trauma, throwing up, surgery, hospital, swearing

Parings: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader

Summary: reader gets emergency surgery, Sam and Dean make sure reader is recovering properly

Word Count: 3,517

It was one in the morning when your screaming and sobs woke your older brothers up. They ran to your room to find you on the floor, throwing up as you clutched your stomach in pain. You’ve been feeling some abdominal pain, and figured maybe the drinking finally caught up to you, even though you didn't drink that often. It wasn’t bad pain, just mild, so you let it be. In the past few nights the pain got worse though, and you lost sleep, staying up until the pain went away. It was some temporary attack of pain, two hours every night. But you managed, so you ignored it.

It was two in the morning, your brothers holding you up in the emergency room, demanding they hurry up and take you into a room. You’ve been crying for the past hour now, unable to stop from the pain. You thought to yourself, this is it. This is when you die. The pain has been switching from dull to sharp, and as you felt a wave of sharp pain jolt through your abdomen again, you screamed.

“She needs a bed right now,” Dean’s voice boomed through the waiting room. “She needs a doctor. She’s been like this for the past hour!”

“We’re prepping a bed right now,” the nurse assured Dean. Sam leaned you onto Dean, and you clung onto your eldest brother.

“Sammy, where are you going?” Dean asked, as he held you close.

“Just getting a wheel chair.”

Only a minute later, Sam returned with a wheel chair, and your brothers sat you down. Sam started filling out paperwork, while Dean held your hand, assuring you everything will be alright.

“Dean, I don’t want to die,” you sobbed, huddled over, hugging your stomach.

“Hey, hey, you’re not going to die. How long have you been feeling like this?” Dean rubbed your back.

“For the past four months. But it wasn’t this bad.”

“You should’ve told us, kid. We could’ve gotten this sorted.”

“I didn’t want to worry you, I thought it was nothing.”

“Y/N Winchester?” a nurse called out.

It was three in the morning when you were laying in a bed, a cold gel placed on your skin. You were getting an ultrasound, after the blood work and EKG came back normal. You winced as the technician pressed down on your side. Sam and Dean were there, telling you it’s alright. But with the cold gel and the pain you felt far from alright.

It was four in the morning when you were rushed in for surgery. You had a massive blockage in your gallbladder, from gallstones. Doctor told you it’s not incredibly uncommon at your age. Less likely, but not uncommon. Luckily the gallstone hasn’t ruptured anything, or caused bad swelling, so an emergency laparoscopic surgery was possible. The last thing you saw was doctors over your head. Things got fuzzy, as your eyes got droopy.

✰✰✰✰✰

White. Your vision is white first, and as it becomes clearer, you find yourself looking at the bright fluorescent lights in the recovery room. You try to move your arms, but your body still feels heavy. The most you can do is lift your head and look around. You feel like you’re unable to speak, but you try and try until you get a nurse to come over to you.

“Your brothers went to the cafeteria, I called them to let them know you’re out of surgery. They should be here soon,” she smiles at you.

After a couple of minutes you felt like you could move but as you tried to sit up, you feel too weak to support yourself, and your stomach hurts too much.

“Hey hey, lay down, we’re here,” Dean says, walking towards you. “We’re here now, and you’re alive and okay. They said you should be able to go home by 6am.”

“The surgery was minimally invasive, so you should be better and feeling one hundred percent in two weeks,” Sam smiles at you. “You did it. The hard part is over.”

The hard part is not over.

The surgeon comes up to you and your brothers, handing a packet to Sam.

“Give her fifteen minutes, then you can take her home, we’re getting the discharge papers ready. And we prescribed oxycodone for the pain, take only as needed. And when the pain becomes more mild to moderate, switch to ibuprofen,” the doctor explains.

“What about the pain before I can get to a pharmacy?” you ask.

“I’ll get someone to get you something.” And with that, the doctor walks off.

After a minute, the nurse from before comes in, and puts something in your IV. You look at her confused.

“What are you putting in there?” Dean asks for you.

“Fentanyl, for the pain. Just a little bit.”

“You’re giving my baby sister fentanyl?” Dean’s eyes widen.

“Dean, the doctor ordered it, they know what they’re doing,” Sam sighs. “It’s not like Y/N isn’t going to be on narcotics for the next two weeks.”

“She doesn’t need all this, she’s a Winchester.”

“Dean, please,” you plead, looking up at your brother. He can’t say no to you.

“You really need it for the pain?” he asks you, softly. You only nod in response.

After a little, Sam signs your discharge papers, while Dean puts you in a wheelchair to wheel you to Baby. You sit shotgun so you can recline the seat to a comfortable position. It hasn’t hit you yet, because you’re woozy from the drugs, but you have one less organ now. Sure it’s a tiny one that only aids in digestion, but it’s gone now.

Back at the bunker, the boys help you in slowly. You insist you can walk. You should walk. Walking five minutes a few times a day following a surgery reduces risk of blood clots. But the stairs, that’s the problem. You don’t even want to attempt to walk down the stairs.

“I’m alright over here,” you quaver.

“Hey, we’ll take it slowly,” Sam promises you, his voice gentle. “Take my hand, Dean and I got you.”

You take a deep breath, nodding. Then you take the first step. And the second step. And ever so slowly, you reach the bottom of the stairs. You look back up at them and decide you’re not leaving the bunker until you feel 100% again, because no way in hell are you going to do that again like this. You let go of your brothers hands, and walk over to your room, them following close behind to make sure you’re alright.

“What do you want for breakfast?” Dean asks you.

“I just wanna sleep.” You yawn and sit down on the recliner chair you got for when you played your video games.

“Do you want me to get you anything for lunch?” Dean asks again.

“Mmm something light on the tummy. I can’t have anything fatty or greasy or with too much dairy for the next month,” you pout. But the pout is quickly replaced with a smile when you think of something to eat. “I want some veggie pho please. I’ve been craving pho, I love love love pho.”

Dean nods, and helps you recline the chair.

“But get some sleep, you and Sam have been up all night with me,” you reach out to your brother’s hand. “At least nap.”

“We’re fine, kid.”

“And I’m fine too. I’m just going to sleep.”

“Don’t you want to sleep in your bed?”

“It’s easier to get up if I need to like this. Plus I got some vomit on my sheets.”

“Okay. You sleep, I’m going to clean that up right now.”

Dean kissed your forehead, and you lay back and sleep.

✰✰✰✰✰

You open your eyes to see Sam coming in with a bag of food. He had a smile plastered across his face while Dean, who’s following right behind him, looks angry.

“Mmm, hello,” you greet them, softly.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Sam sits beside you.

“I’m feeling alright,” you answer, sitting up. You wince as you do, but it could be worse. “Why is Dean all pissy? And why are you all happy?”

“Sam decided since you have to eat all healthy now, that we all should.” Dean crosses his arms.

“Ah right. It sucks, even after I’m healed, I’m still gonna have to eat like this because my digestive tract is not used to having one less organ. I’m going to be shitting like crazy.”

“Ew come on, I already have to eat healthy, I don’t want to hear you talk about poop,” Dean grimaces.

“Most healthy food is icky, but pho is just the best. My comfort meal,” you smile.

“Do you want to eat in here? You don’t need to get up if you can’t. We can bring you a little table to eat here if you want,” Sam rambles on.

“I want to eat with you guys,” you insist, getting up from your chair slowly.

The three of you walk to the table in the kitchen and you sit down. You lean over to eat, but you groan, your abdomen too weak to support you right now.

“Hey, let me help you,” Dean says, grabbing a spoon.

You watch his hand as he dips the spoon in the bowl, and brings the spoon up to your lips. It’s a little embarrassing, being babied like this from your older brothers. But you miss being their little baby sister too. You slurp up the soup and smile at Dean. Dean takes turns between feeding you and himself, asking you every now and then if you’re okay. You nod each time.

After eating, you get up, placing a hand on your back, almost holding yourself up as you walk.

“Hey, where are you going?” Dean asks, running up to you.

“I’m just going to take a walk around the bunker,” you let him know.

“Dean, stop smothering her, if she needs us, we’re here,” Sam tells Dean. Sam is the more rational of the two, so it makes sense he’s not as worried as Dean is.

Dean, on the other hand, is extremely protective. There’s no way he’s going to let his little sister be alone, even walking around the bunker. He places his hand on your back to support you. You roll your eyes.

“Dean, I’m a big girl,” you remind him.

“I don’t care how old you, you’re my sister. And you just got surgery done. What if you fall, or half way through the walk you get tired and you can’t walk back to your room?”

You sigh and give in to your brother’s help. It’s not that you don’t like the time with him, you do. But you don’t want to be babies so much. You spend a lot of time proving to your brothers how good of a hunter you could be, and now they see you as fragile again.

After a smoothie for dinner, and a couple of more walks here and there, you are already sleepy again. Not like anyone could blame you. The surgery, and the narcotics you took right before dinner and all the walking have you feeling sleepy.

You’re standing at the foot of your bed, debating if you’ll sleep in your recliner again or if you want to give your bed a try. Ah, what the hell, there’s always tomorrow to sleep in your bed. You grab your blanket and sit in the recliner, kick back, and close your eyes. It’s not easy to actually sleep though. You’re used to rolling around, sleeping on your side, stomach, and occasionally your back. But laying on you back, without being able to roll around? Not easy.

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You’re on an operating table, no doctors around. You’re wide awake, but unable to move. One look down, and your stomach is cut open, your organs spilling out of the cavity in your body. You let out a scream.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Dean bursts in through the door.

Your eyes shoot open and you look around, disoriented. You don’t know where you are at first.

“Where am I? Is it done? Did I die?” you panic.

“Woah, woah, you’re home. You’re in your room. You’re alive,” Dean assures you.

You let out a little gasp of pain and hold your stomach. The medicine wore off and you must’ve been dreaming about the pain. Dean brushes his thumb over your cheek only for you to realize he’s wiping your tears away.

“Did you have a bad dream?” He crouches down in front of you, as you manage to sit up. You nod, shoulders shaking as you let the cries come out.

“It was awful, I was open on an operating table, and… fuck, my stomach hurts Dean.”

Your brother wraps his arms around your shoulders. You cry for a little, letting it all out. You and Dean don’t say a word to each other, because nothing needs to be said. He knows you don’t feel okay, and you know you’re safe with him.

“I didn’t wake Sam up too, did I?” you ask.

Dean knows better than to lie to you, so he doesn’t. “Yeah, but I told him I got it, and that I’d wake him up if it was anything serious.”

You nod in response. Dean reclines your chair for you, so you can sleep, but he doesn’t leave your side. He sits at the edge of your bed, and runs his fingers through your hair, humming. Dean was awake with you the whole time at the hospital and now he’s awake with you again.

“Dean, you need to get some sleep,” you frown.

“I’m fine right here, baby sister.”

“ ‘M not a baby,” you mumble.

Dean hushes you as he resumes humming to you.

The next time you open your eyes, it’s morning, and dean is asleep on your bed. You carefully get up from the chair, taking your time. Then you shuffle your feet across the bunker floor, all the way to the bathroom. You lower yourself onto the toilet, and pull your phone out, and spend the next fifteen minutes scrolling through twitter. You’re startled as someone knocks on the door.

“Y/n, are you alright in there?” It’s Dean.

“Yeah, I’m just trying to… ya know, poop,” you tell him. “I don’t think I can do it.”

“Do what?” he asks through the door.

“Poop! I can’t poop! It hurts too much to push the poop out! Is that what you want to hear?” you groan, getting up from the toilet, pulling your pants up. You flush and wash your hands and open the bathroom door.

“You can’t poop?” Dean asks.

“My stomach hurts too much and I feel too weak to do it. I don’t want my stomach to get all backed up. If I can’t poop in two days I need to get laxatives,” you sigh.

“We will cross that bridge when we get to it,” Dean places his hands on your shoulders. “Sammy made breakfast.”

You nod, and walk over to the kitchen with Dean following closely behind you. You sigh, feeling like your brother is being a little too protective. But hey, Dean raised you, he’s going to be protective. Dean has been raising you since your mom, another hunter, died on the job. He’ll always see you as the baby you were when John brought you home.

Sam made some vegetable omelets for the three of you to eat. While you eat your breakfast, you take out your meds and swallow a pill with the meal. Sam asks you how you’re feeling and you tell him you’re feeling better than you thought you'd be. And after the medicine kicks in, you feel a lot better.

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The next week is filled with nightmares, lots of them. The ones combined with sleep paralysis as soon as you woke up are the worst, because even with your eyes open, the fact your stomach hurt and you were unable to move makes you think you’re back on the operating table. You’re eating, sure. Just enough. But you’re eating a lot less than usual, because you’re scared of what eating can do to you. It was good tasting food that triggered the gallstone attack that night, and you don’t want to eat like that ever again. Last night you woke up to yourself picking at the medical glue on your stomach. Nothing was bleeding, luckily but it still grossed you out.

The mood swings following surgery aren’t great either. It’s less a side effect of the surgery itself, and more a side effect of the drugs and the sleep deprivation. The first hour on the meds are great, you feel fine. Not euphoric, but you feel good. And then the good wears off and you feel like shit. So five days ago you decided to get off the narcotics. No pain is worth a drug dependency like this. Switching to the strong dosage of ibuprofen they’ve prescribed to you doesn’t sound too bad.

A week since surgery, and you’re up and walking almost like normal. Stairs aren’t too bad. Every fifteen minutes of walking you’re a little out of breath, but definitely better than you were a week ago. You just can’t wait for Jack and Castiel to come back, they can heal you. They’re off in heaven worrying about angel business. Of course you know if you prayed to them, they’d come back in a heartbeat. But you don’t want that. Especially from Cas. Cas has always been so selfless with you and your brothers, it doesn’t seem fair. But your face lights up, as you see the two walk into the bunker. They’re back.

“Cas! Jack!” you cheer.

“Hey, y/n!” Jack runs down the steps and runs up to hug you.

“Ow, shit,” you since in pain.

“What’s wrong,” Cas looks at you as he comes down the steps.

“I got my gallbladder removed,” you explain, lifting your shirt to expose your tummy.

“You should’ve told us. Just one prayer and we could’ve been here for you,” Jack frowns.

“You’re here now, that’s all that matters. It was minimally invasive, two week recovery until I’m basically one hundred percent, it’s not a big deal, Jack.”

“If you can, heal her,” Dean begs as he walks in. “She has not slept in her bed since she got back. I’ve been sleeping in her room to make sure she’s okay.”

“And I am okay, physically I’m fine!”

“Y/n, just let me heal you,” Jack pleads.

“Fine, I guess it would be nice to sleep in my bed,” you say.

Jack heals you, and you pick the glue off your stomach.

“Sweet, no scars!” You smile softly.

“How are you feeling, mentally?” Dean asks you.

“Mentally, I’m fine,” you insist.

“You’re not fine. You’re sleep deprived. Don’t think I haven’t caught on, I’ve been sleeping in your room with you. You’ve been having nightmares, you’re barely eating, you’re stressed, and a lot more quiet than you used to be. And like a Winchester, you’re keeping it all to yourself.”

“Dean-“

“Look, if you don’t want to talk about it, I’m not going to push it. But I’m here when you do feel like you can talk about it,” Dean says.

✰✰✰✰✰

Jack and you are sat on your bed. You should be sleeping, but you haven’t slept in your bed in a week and it feels weird now. Jack is close to your age… sort of… physically close to your age, it’s why you two are close friends.

“What was Dean talking about?” Jack asks you.

“Ah, knew you’d bring it up eventually. I’ve been having nightmares, about the surgery. It’s weird, it was so minor, but the pain before the surgery, I thought I was going to die. And waking up after surgery is so weird. It felt like sleep paralysis, which I’ve had during the past week as well. And taking narcotics then having to stop them because they felt a little too good wasn’t great. I just- I don’t know. I feel like I’m overreacting, I’m fine now. Especially thanks to you.”

It felt good to let it all out and talk to someone about it.

“Does Dean know?” Jack asks.

“Of course Dean knows, I don’t have to tell him, he knows. I don’t know if Sam caught on. Sam has been in charge of making sure I eat, he’s been making food that doesn't upset my stomach. And taking me on morning walks.”

“Your brothers love you a lot,” Jack says.

“Yeah. I got to admit, the attention was nice. Except with Dean following me almost everywhere. I mean like waiting outside while I showered in case I slipped,” you chuckle.

“You’ll feel like your old self again soon,” Jack assures you. “I can stay until you fall asleep if you want. Or even all night, in case you have another nightmare.”

“Thanks Jack.”

You turn off the light, lay down, and close your eyes.

#supernatural #dean winchester x sister!reader #dean x sister!reader #sam winchester x sister!reader #sam x sister!reader #Dean Winchester #sam Winchester #jack kline #castiel

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brave // sam and dean x sister!reader

summary: you've been battling a secret addiction for months. when your brothers finally notice, they do their best to get you through it.

wc: 2k~

warnings: weed, angsty shit, withdrawal, drug use

a/n: this was written for the one and only @supernerdycookietrashblrr! hope ya like it, sorry it took so long

You knew that one of your brothers would catch on soon enough. They were both incredibly observant thanks to years of being in the hunting business, so it didn't surprise you when Sam caught on after only a month.

He'd noticed little things first. You stopped bringing home papers or report cards with big fat A's written on the front in red ink. Then came the attitude.

You're a sweet teenager, or at least you were. At 16, Sam knew you might be prone to episodes of attitude or teenage rebellion. What he wasn't prepared for was the constant snarky attitude, and, for lack of a better word, downright bitchy behavior. He genuinely had no idea what to do, and it steadily got worse as he put off having the conversation he knew he had to have with you. 

The turning point for him came when your appearance changed drastically. Your eyes were bloodshot almost every time he looked at you, and your shaky hands were obvious as you tried to hold your gun steady. Your safety on hunts-and possibly in daily life-was obviously at risk, and he wasn't going to leave that alone.

"Jesus, Dean! How can you not see it? She's fucking shaking! Her eyes are always bloodshot and she's got the attitude of a drug addict!" he shouted, the volume of it making the sound travel to your room. Your heart beat faster in your chest as you tried to ignore it, putting headphones in your ears as you blinked away the stray tears in your eyes. 

With a sigh, you pulled a joint out from the container under your bed. Your hand finally grabbed a lighter after fumbling for one for what felt like an hour. You flicked the lighter open, watching the flame dance for a minute before bringing it to the tip of the joint. 

A loud cough was forced out of you as you inhaled deeply, the smoke temporarily filling your lungs as you allowed yourself to zone out. You continued this process until the joint was almost gone, the lines of reality blurring sweetly as you allowed yourself to feel. You were pleasantly distracted, seemingly watching everything from third person.

You were so out of it, though, that you missed the knock at the door. You also missed the more frantic ones after thirty seconds, and the door slamming open. Unfortunately, you didn't miss Sam's loud yell.

"What the fuck?!" he shouted, watching you as you immediately threw the lit joint and headphones on the floor.

Angrily, he stomped it out, walking closer to you as fast as humanly possible.

"I fucking knew something was wrong. What the hell, kid? Why didn't you tell us sooner! We could've caught this shit early! You can't just sit here and get high on God knows what!" he practically screamed in your face. You sat there silently and took it, allowing him to get whatever he needed to say out before you explained yourself. To your credit, thinking was a little hard-you were still high, although thankfully not as much as you were before he walked into the room. The minute he stopped talking, you began.

"You don't get it." you said quietly, teary eyes making contact with fierce ones. "I've tried everything I could. You think I'd want to talk to you about it? Sam, you and Dean are on the road almost every day. I only come on half of the hunts you guys go on, and when I do, I'm usually put to the side like I mean nothing! Do you know how that feels? I know you guys love me but you're shit at showing it!"

"Listen-" Sam started, but you immediately cut him off.

"No! I can't just sit here and listen anymore! I can't even stand being sober! You know I'm high on almost every hunt we go on, right? Did you even notice that?"

At these words, your brother's eyes widened in shock. You knew he probably didn't, but after walking in on you with a joint to your lips you thought he would assume so. It didn't make it hurt any less, either.

"Why do you even care?" you muttered, a sob coming through on your last word. It all hit you in that moment; your brother, who you worked so hard to hide it from, had caught you with a joint in your hand. He didn't even just catch you high, he caught you in the process of doing it. You curled in on yourself almost immediately, not wanting to be more vulnerable than you already were. Your whole body shook as you involuntarily let go.

"Dammit," your brother mumbled as he sat down softly on the bed, hoisting you into his lap as he cradled you in his chest. You were still his little sister no matter what. At that moment, you went from 17 to 7 in his mind, and he let his instincts take over.

You sobbed into his chest quietly as he rocked you back and forth, his hands rubbing your back softly while he reassured you. You let yourself break in that room, your brother's steady arms around you letting you feel safe for the first time in months.

This feeling was disturbed in less than 5 seconds when Dean walked in the room.

He made eye contact with Sam quickly to asses the situation, briefly trying to read his face before giving up and scanning the room. His eyes almost immediately landed on the joint laying on the floor. Dean's jaw clenched the moment he saw it, the look in his eyes turning from concerned to deadly in just a few seconds. 

He picked it up quickly, turning his gaze back to you. The disappointment in his eyes was obvious as he walked over to you both.

"What the hell were you thinking?" he growled, voice strong with frustration. 

You sobbed even harder in Sam's arms, the weight of everything coming down onto your shoulders all at once. The realization of how much you'd hurt yourself and your brothers wasted over you, causing you to curl in on yourself even further.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," you choked out in between sobs, clutching the fabric of your brother's shirt like a lifeline. Dean's face softened ever so slightly as he came to your side, kneeling down in front of you. His voice was gentler than before as you did your best to meet his eyes.

"I know what you're going through, kid. You just have to understand we're here for you, yeah? We're gonna get you help." he reassured, placing a hand on your arm. You instinctively flinched back, tucking your head back into Sam's chest. You missed the look of hurt on Dean's face, his own eyes welling up with tears as he started to process the situation.

Sam signaled for Dean to leave the room for a minute, allowing him to get you in a suitable position and hopefully recover from the situation a little bit. He shifted slightly to where you were sitting up instead of hidden, meeting your eyes with a gentle smile.

"You're alright, kiddo. I've got you. We're gonna get through this, hm? There's a rehab center right around the corner-"

"No. No! No rehab! Please, Sam, I can't do that, you don't understand-" you shouted, almost hyperventilating as you defended yourself. There was nothing worse than that in your current state of mind.

"Okay, okay," he relented, rubbing your back slowly. The tension visibly left your body as you took a deep breath. "We'll try it at home, but if it doesn't work, you know we're gonna have to do that, right?"

You nodded resignedly, leaning back into his chest as you kept breathing as deeply as you could. You would have the difficult conversation in the morning-for now, you just wanted comfort, and Sam was all too willing to give it.

Morning came sooner than you would've liked it to. The bright sun shone through the curtains as you stretched, rubbing your eyes while forcing your feet on the floor. The voices coming from the dining room were quiet; the smell of bacon and eggs wafting through the bunker led you to it.

Your presence startled both Sam and Dean, so much so that Dean dropped a piece of bacon on the floor.

"Morning, kid," he greeted you, bending down to grab the bacon. You cringed as he put it right in his mouth, Sam side-eyeing him from the other side of the table.

You hesitated before taking a seat at the table, the tension in the room thick enough that you could cut it with a knife if you wanted to. Sam cleared his throat, breaking the silence.

"Okay, we've talked about this, and we're going to give this a shot at home." he said, his voice firm but with more compassion than you thought you deserved. "We're going to be here every step of the way, but this means that you're going to have to follow the rules we set, okay? No exceptions."

You nodded gratefully, tears springing in your eyes at the thought that you'd have to live without your friend. Gently, you felt Dean wrap his arms around you, and for once, you let him.

"I'm sorry," he murmured into your ear. "I was a dick, and you didn't deserve that. I'm still pissed, but not at you. You're going through more than we knew and I didn't see that. I love you." 

There was no restraint left in you as tears welled up in your eyes. You allowed them to run down your face freely as you buried your face in his shirt.

You could feel the material getting wetter and wetter with each passing second. Either he didn't notice or he didn't care; he just kept holding you through it.

When the tears subsided, you pulled away from your brother. Determination was in your eyes as you looked him in the face, placing a firm smile on your face quickly.

"Thank you," you whispered, turning to Sam. "Both of you."

They both nodded, each having a hold of one of your hands and squeezing gently. The detox would start in a few hours-you'd been smoking at least two joints every day for long enough to know this as a fact-but you let the moment be still for a minute. This calm was something you wanted to have fresh in your mind for the coming hours.

As you'd predicted, the withdrawal hit around midday. The anxiety was the first symptom to come. Your leg shook constantly, the tapping echoing through the living room loudly.

Your brothers exchanged worried glances as they watched you sit on the couch with your head in your hands, the constant fidgeting not going unnoticed by either. Of course they'd done their research on this, so everything was expected, but it hit hard having to see it firsthand.

The next symptom to hit you was unfortunately the nausea. You bolted up quickly from the couch, running to the nearest bathroom just in time to get up the light breakfast you'd had this morning. Two pairs of footsteps trailed behind you, eventually crouching down beside you. Sam held your hair back while Dean rubbed your back, letting you get it all out. 

Once the worst had passed, Sam helped you clean up and guided you carefully back to the couch.

"I can't do this shit," you muttered weakly, tears welling up in your eyes.

"Listen to me," Dean sighed. "Yes you can. Sam's done it, hell I've done it. You are stronger than this you hear me? We'll guide you through it. You know damn well you're never gonna be alone in this," he reassured quietly. 

As his words washed over you, you sat quietly with your hand in his. Somehow he'd managed to stir up a flicker of hope and determination in your heart and you swore right then and there to use it for good.

Days of being sober turned into weeks, those weeks gradually turning into months until you hit one year. 

"Mornin', kiddo," Sam smiled, spatula in his left hand as he waved at you with the other. You smiled back, mumbling your own greeting before sitting down across the table from Dean.

"Today's a big day, hm?" he asked, making eye contact with you from across the table.

"Yeah, it is. Just-" you cut yourself off with a whimper, which surprised the both of you and scared the shit out of Dean, dropping his spatula as he turned to make sure you were alright. Sam's hand instantly covered yours, rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand as he urged you to continue.

"Thank you guys for being here. I don't think I could've made it without you. I was a bit of an idiot to think you didn't care and I can't thank you enough for proving you do. I love you both so much," you whispered, allowing a few stray tears to leak out of your eyes.

Dean said nothing as he turned the burner off, walking over and pulling your head into his chest. Sam joined the hug not 5 seconds later, and you let yourself breathe. The sense of safety you felt like this couldn't be compared to anything, and you thanked Chuck for them and their love. 

The thought of even touching weed hadn't come to your mind in at least 5 months. It definitely wasn't easy to get to the place you were now, but you were finally okay. Even though you hadn't said it, it had a lot more to do with your brothers than they thought.

#sister!winchester #sam x sister!reader #dean x sister!reader #supernatural x reader #sam winchester #dean winchester #sister!reader #my writing

[sammysmaddy]

Normal (Winchesters x Reader) - Part Eight

Summary: Growing up as the baby of the Winchester family led you to be constantly guarded. Soon enough, you start to learn what's normal between families and what's not.

Characters: John x Daughter!Reader, mentions of Sam x Sister!Reader, mentions of Dean x Sister!Reader

Chapter Warnings: dub con, incest, angst, manipulation, coercion, loss of virginity, p in v

W/C: 3.1k+

A/N: One more chapter you guys :,)

Normal Masterlist

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Daddy: Put some nice clothes on and pack a bag, we're going on a date tonight.

You couldn't help but choke on a sob as you read your phone. Your brain was hurting from crying so much. You tried desperately to understand Dean's anger and frustration with you.

You quickly got dressed after Dean left you alone in the motel room, wondering if you'd see him again later in the night or if he'd distract himself with a girl that wasn't you. It hurt to think about the latter.

You didn't understand why Dean was so upset with you or why he was upset with himself, it just didn't make any sense. What you were doing wasn't wrong. What was wrong with showing Dean how much you loved him?

Although it's true that you had never done anything like that with Dean before, you never would have taken it further if it weren't for that night of your first party.

He kissed you first. He used you first. He pleasured himself above your body before you had even thought to make an advance on him. Why was Dean suddenly changing his mind, and why was he calling it wrong?

You couldn't help but feel like Dean was lying to you because he felt guilty for some unknown reason.

Dean had told you that what you were doing with John was wrong, even what you were doing with Sammy. But you knew deep down that neither Sam nor your father had never hurt you before and that they never would.

Why would Dean ever suggest that anything was amiss?

You snapped out of your thoughts and picked at the skin on your hands, looking up as you heard the motel door open.

You had hoped to see Dean, to ask him all of your millions of questions, but Sam walked through the door. Sam's face dropped as he saw you sitting on the bed crying and immediately made his way over to you.

"Did Dean tell you?" Sam asked and you furrowed your eyebrows, growing confused.

You slowly nodded your head, sniffling, and Sam took a seat on the bed next to you. How would Sam already know what Dean 'told' you and what was there to tell? You had already assumed that Dean was lying.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm really really sorry. I just- I figured you knew already and that you were okay with it." Sam put a hand on your shoulder reassuringly and you tried your best to hide your confusion.

Already knew what?

Was Dean really being serious? Was what you were doing with Sam and John actually wrong? It still wasn't clicking in your brain, and you found yourself needing to know more.

"I wish you would have told me sooner," You suggested, hoping to pry some more information out of Sam.

"I thought Dad had told you, honestly, I did. I never would have let you come on to me if I knew," Sam gave you a half smile as the tears continued to flow down your face.

It still didn't make sense. John was the one who taught you everything about life, and now Sam and Dean were both telling you that he had kept a huge secret from you. John would never keep a secret from you. You were sure of it.

"I still don't get it, Sammy," You sighed, frowning as you looked over at him. "What's so wrong about it? It's just love. Daddy says it's normal."

"Dad lied to you," Sam stated simply, not expounding as your face turned to shock.

Why would John ever lie to you? It just wasn't in his nature. You knew he loved you more than anything.

"What's wrong with it?" You asked again and Sam's lip trembled before he bit it to keep it still. "Is it because I did it with you too? Daddy says he's the only man I can trust enough."

"Dad's sick, Y/N. He manipulated you into thinking it was okay to do those things with him when it's not, you're not supposed to do that stuff with your family." Sam tried his best to explain and you tried your best to understand.

"Why not?" You pried and Sam sighed before taking a long moment to think.

"He's supposed to take care of you: Feed you, shelter you, buy you clothes. He's not supposed to want sex from you and you're not supposed to want sex with him. No father should want to have sex with his daughter. It's incest." Sam continued to explain and you shook your head, trying your best to understand.

"Then why did you let me come on to you?" You asked and Sam scrubbed his face with his palm whilst taking a deep inhale.

"I thought you didn't care about right or wrong. I thought you knew we weren't supposed to do those things together, but you still wanted to." Sam frowned and you followed suit.

"But I did want to do those things with you," You mentioned quietly, tears streaming down your face.

"But you didn't understand how wrong it was," Sam held your hand but you yanked it out of his grasp.

"I don't get it, Sammy. I'm really trying," You sniffled to yourself, feeling your eyes well with even more tears.

"It's okay, Y/N. You didn't know, and Dean and I are going to make sure Dad gets what he deserves, okay? We're not going to let him hurt you anymore." Sam said and you furrowed your eyebrows as you grew even more confused.

"He wasn't hurting me, Sam. He must have just forgotten to tell me," You shook your head, trying to fit all the pieces together.

"No, he didn't tell you on purpose so that you would want to have sex with him. He was abusing you."

"Why would he do that?" You sobbed.

John was the one man on Earth who you were supposed to trust. Even more than you were meant to trust Sam and Dean. The pieces weren't fitting together.

"Because he's sick in the head. And I guess I am too. It's not natural. I'm just happy that Dean found out before it went any further." Sam half-smiled again and you looked down at your lap, a strange sense of shame attached to your conscious.

You felt embarrassed that you were so easily taken advantage of. You felt embarrassed that you didn't know. But above all, you felt angry.

You weren't sure if you were angry with yourself for not knowing that it was 'wrong', if you were angry because Sam and Dean suddenly had a change of heart and it made you feel unwanted, or if you were angry because John had never mentioned it to you.

John had taught you everything there was to know about life. He taught you how to bathe, how to shoot a gun, and how to cook breakfast.

John did everything you thought a good father did- you thought that being a good father also included sex with their daughter.

It hurt your heart to know that he was only using you.

"Does that mean we can't do it together anymore?" You asked, hoping Sam would give you the answer that you wanted.

"I don't know, Y/N," Sam flattened his lips, looking sadder by the second. "I just know that Dad needs to pay for what he's done to you. He is the reason all of this is happening. It's not your fault."

"But what if I don't want to stop?" You asked.

You didn't want to lose the relationship that you had with each of your family members. You didn't want John to pay, you wanted to continue loving him in the only way you knew how.

"Then, that's up to you. I don't know if I can go on knowing the things I know now. It makes me feel sick." Sam frowned, looking down at his lap.

"Oh," Was all that came out as your heart tore into a million pieces.

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Your anxiety only rose as the date with John went on further because you knew what would follow afterward.

Sam had fallen asleep early and your father had asked you to meet him outside before the both of you left. A part of you felt guilty for not telling Sam where you were going, but you knew that Sam would not have been okay with it.

As much as how Sam felt about the situation was completely valid and you desperately wanted to let Sam protect you from John, the thought of your father's disappointment was more dominant.

You managed to make conversation at dinner and you found yourself falling into your ways. Your heart had longed for this night for so long that it felt wrong to not see it through until the end.

In addition to your longing for this night, you still loved your father more than anyone in the world. Now more confused than ever, you battled internally between asking John for the truth and giving in to your own desires.

As John kissed your neck, sprawled over the top of you, you couldn't stop replaying your interaction with Dean earlier.

Was Dean lying to you? You tried your best to come up with alternate explanations for his behavior but nothing ever made sense. Was he just jealous? Did he want you all to himself? Did he figure out that he didn't want you in that way after he fingered you?

The only thing that seemed to make sense, in addition to your conversation with Sam, was that Dean was telling the truth. It was eating at you as you began to feel slightly disgusted by John's large body on top of yours.

"How are you feeling, baby?" John smiled as he came up for air, pushing the hair out of your face.

"Good," You lied, giving him a small smile.

"Good," John chuckled in return, placing his lips on yours for a slow, lingering kiss.

You found it hard to kiss him back as a million more questions popped into your head.

Was it bad that you wanted to stop? Would you disappoint John? And what would he do in response?

You didn't want to know the answer to any of those questions so you stayed silent as John took his shirt off.

"Get undressed for me, darling," John didn't seem to pick up on your uneasiness.

You hesitated for a moment, watching as John began to take his pants off, but ultimately decided to sit up and take your shirt off.

John looked back at you smirking, and you felt chills run down your spine. You decided to stop undressing as you waited for John to notice how uncomfortable you felt.

"Need help?" John asked, slowly walking toward you.

John yanked your ankles, your back hitting the bed as he slid you toward the end. His hand then traveled up your legs, dipping underneath your skirt to rest on your thighs.

"Daddy?" You asked timidly.

"Yes, baby?" He responded, pulling your panties down your legs before looking back up at you.

You weren't even sure what you were going to say, but you knew that you wanted to stop. You no longer cared if it upset John.

"I don't know if I'm ready," You managed to utter, propping yourself up on your elbows as you held your legs shut.

"That's okay, sweetheart. You know Daddy will take his time with you. I'm always very careful with my little girl." John pushed your skirt up your legs and your hands instinctively pushed the fabric back down. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know," You weren't sure what to say.

You didn't want to out Sam or Dean for telling you because you weren't even sure if they were telling the truth, but you didn't know how to tell John that you no longer wanted to have sex with him.

"Don't get cold feet with me now, darling. Daddy really wants to fuck his little girl." John chuckled, palming his erection through his boxers.

You swallowed as John began to push the cotton down his legs, revealing his incredibly large member. You shuddered at the thought of it entering inside of you, even more scared of the fact that there was a possibility that John would be taking advantage of you.

When John's hands began to spread your legs, your body fought with little resistance. He pulled you so that your ass was nearly hanging off the bed and rested his cock over your heat, groaning as he slowly thrust his hips.

"It's okay, baby. Daddy loves you and he wants to take care of you. Can you let Daddy take care of you?" John leaned over you, reaching underneath your body to unclasp your bra.

John pulled the cloth off of your chest with ease, letting out a growl as his large hands palmed at your breasts.

You felt your throat constrict as your tear ducts began to fill, not sure how to tell your father how you were feeling. John didn't seem to notice as he bent over to kiss your lips.

Paralyzed with fear, you couldn't bring yourself to return his kiss and after a few seconds, John pulled back.

"I'm really trying here, sweetheart. I can't make you feel good if you don't want me to, and I know that's not the case." John chuckled awkwardly as he pulled back, his face hovering a few inches above yours.

"Is it wrong?" You choked on a sob as the tears began to stream down your face.

"What?" John reacted instantly, his body tensing as his eyebrows furrowed. "Who told you that this was wrong?"

"Nobody," You said quietly, looking up at him with blurred vision as your tears continued to fall.

"I don't know what you're talking about, baby. This is meant to be. This is why God let me have you." John stroked a few stray hairs out of your face, rutting his hips a bit as his cock slid up and down your slit. "See how good you make Daddy feel? Daddy wants to do the same for you and he doesn't know how much longer he can wait."

You stared at him silently, your lips quivering as you tried to think of what to say. Your body shivered as John began to align himself with your entrance, poking into you ever so slightly.

"Just let me take care of you, baby. Try to enjoy it, okay?" John did his best to be reassuring, but it only made your stomach churn.

Your eyes screwed shut as John began to push himself into you. You instinctively let out a gasp as you grabbed onto his arms, digging your fingernails into his biceps.

Your neck craned back as your body did its best to accommodate your father and John took that as an opportunity to reach down and nip at your neck.

John continued to slowly work himself in, sending vibrations through your throat as he groaned at the feel of you.

"You feel so fucking good, baby," John moaned into your skin, gradually rutting his hips into you.

You squeezed tighter onto John's arms when he finally bottomed in you, your body rejecting the intrusion as your walls clamped around his cock, attempting to force him out.

"You're so fucking tight," John let out an airy laugh, groaning as he pulled his hips back and forth an inch or so.

Tears were steadily streaming down your face, your mind and body in unison and at war against John.

"Does it feel good, sweetheart? Does Daddy's cock feel so good inside of your tight pussy?" John chuckled, bringing his face above yours.

You didn't have the courage to look up at him, instead opting to keep your eyes shut as John began to pull out further before slamming into you.

John didn't seem to mind your lack of words, instead working off of the gasps that fled your throat in reaction to his movements. He snapped his hips faster and faster as your body got used to his size, and before you knew it, he was nearly leaving your pussy entirely before rutting back into you.

You weren't sure why, because the last thing you wanted was your father to be inside of you, but your arms wrapped around John's back, pulling him closer to you.

A part of you wanted for him to finish as quickly as possible and a part of you just wanted to be close to somebody whilst you dealt with your emotions. You hated how good it felt to hold John in your arms as he fucked into you like there was no tomorrow.

Opening your eyes, you grimaced each time John let out a hot, sweaty breath into your ear. Although you hated to admit it, it was beginning to feel good. You had a gut feeling that what was happening was wrong, but after your body adjusted to John, it began to betray the thoughts in your head.

Your pussy clenched around John's cock as you felt that familiar rumble in your core. Your eyes had not yet dried and they weren't showing any signs of doing that anytime soon, but your uncomfortable gasps soon turned into genuine moans of pleasure.

It felt so wrong as your climax approached, but half of you was desperate for a release. Your body instinctively brought your legs up to wrap around John's body.

As John reached a new depth you didn't know existed before, you gasped loudly as your orgasm became imminent.

"That's it, baby. Cum all over Daddy's cock," John cheered you on, reaching underneath your arms and resting your head in his hands.

When John reached down to kiss you this time, you didn't hesitate to kiss back. With all limbs, you held him as close as possible, locking your lips as your walls began to clench erratically.

"Daddy!" You let out a choked moan, terrified tears turning into those of pleasure.

"That's it. Good girl. Cum for your Daddy." John chuckled, opting to kiss your neck as he began to snap his hips faster.

"Mmm," Was all you could manage to utter out as your climax peaked.

You bit down on John's shoulder, digging your fingernails into his back as you started to come undone around your father.

Suddenly, John's hips began to move erratically. As you bit down on his soft skin and your walls contracted on their own accord, he bottomed inside of you one last time.

John's elongated groan in your ear caused your body to shake as you felt his length twitch unpredictably. With your euphoria washing away with each passing second, reality settled heavily in your stomach and you knew that you needed to escape.

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[simpformoonkight]

Cat problem

Fandom : supernatural

Characters : sam whinchester x sister!reader, Dean whinchester x sister!reader , castiel x reader (Plotonic), Jack x reader (Plotonic)

Warnings : few swear words, use of the word y/n, just crack and fluff :)

Summary : the the 2 times where you almost got caught and the one time you did

A/n : I know it's been months since I wrote but for some reason i got tired of writing and then school came and my exams started and just on Sunday I finished and I wanted to write something about supernatural. It might be not accurate English is not my first language and this might be rusted because it's been a long time since I watched supernatural so I wrote this based on what I remember

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You were sitting in your room teaching jack about hunting and how to do research—(or as Dean calles it homework) you were in the middle of explaining on how to spot a wraith and how to kill it when castiel suddenly appeared in your room “Cass?? Hey- what's up?” jack asked him using the new expression you taught him “the roof of the room that's what is up” he answered jack with a slightly furrowed eyebrows, you began to explain “I didn't mean it like that- it's an expression when you—” before you could finish you heard a sound— maybe a meow?? “cas what do you have in your coat???” you asked him “something” he said while hugging the bump in his coat tighter "I was wondering if you would know what dean or Sam would do if they found there was an animal in here??” he asked “dean hates animals because of what they could do to baby and Sam doesn't mind dogs but I don't know about cats tho- cas do you have a cat in there??” you asked interrupting yourself "I may or may have not saved a cat that was in the rain” castiel says looking at his trench coat where the cat is “can i see it?” jack asks while getting up walking towards castiel. He gets the cat out if his coat and showed to him. It is an orange big fluffy cat “it's fur is so soft" jack says while rubbing behind its ears “can we keep it?” jack asks you “if you wanna keep it then don't show it to Dean otherwise he will kick us out and also sam” you say with a shrug trying to resist petting it so you won't get attached— "let's call him garfield! After the cat character from that cartoon” says Jack with an adorable smile “you two are gonna be the death of me one day, I swear” you mumble, sighing.

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First time :

It has been three months and somehow you didn't get caught, so today the boys left you and jack alone. You were sick somehow and they couldn't take you and jack wanted to stay for you and garfield.

You were sitting watching scooby do (as demanded quested by dean) with Jack while you were having soup, garfield was laying in Jack's lap. After a while Sam called, you picked up and put it on speaker “hey Sam!"you and jack said together “hey-how are you two doing? How are you feeling??” he asked “I'm fine and we are watching scooby do, you have dean to blame for that one” you mumbled the last bit under you breath and then coughed “well don't stay up stay up too lo—” *meow*....... "what was—" "OK BYE!” you hung up the phone and then to turn to jack with wide eyes "maybe he won't ask about it later???" jack tried to save the situation "jack.. I love you but if he tells dean we will be dead" you said to in a serious tone.. "Hey, everything alright?” dean asked Sam "yea yea, everything is fine" Sam answered "then why the hell were you staring at your phone for the past 20 minutes???" "no reason i was just thinking about something in the case"

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Second time :

This time it was Dean who almost caught you three. You were out with Sam, so cas and jack were with Dean. Great. The oblivious angel of the lord and their his son who might me just as uuuh- gullible? you were hoping that they won't fuck this over.

"Hey Jack, where the hell is Cas?? I haven't seen him all day" dean asked the boy "I think he is at the store" jack answered absent-minded "really? I didn't see him leave with them" "Oh- well he went to—" jack stopped after he realized what was he about to say "—to buy you pie because y/n called him and said they couldn't find any pies?” jack tried to come up with an excuse "really?" dean said with that famous grin of his "yes!" jack said with a bright smile then—*meowww* "is there a cat in here?? How the hell did it get on here?!" dean said with an angry but surprised voice "its—uhhh- my phone! Yes it's my phone" jack said while jumped in front dean "your phone??" dean asked skeptically "yes! I asked y/n to change the ringtone to cat noises" and luckily enough a you called him and saved him

Later on you asked castiel to buy the pie instead of Sam

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Third and last time :

Sam and Dean had their suspicions about the three of you. Why are you all sneaking around?? Do you all have some sort of inside jokes about them?? And it's weird especially from Cas since he tells Dean almost everything. And now... Cas and jack disappeared into your room. Maybe has disappeared and you and— "what do you think is happening, dean??" Sam said interrupting the dean's train of thought "I don't know man, it's just so weird. Not to mention the way they were acting.” the dean told sam" and the meowing. I think y/n said it was because they—” “wait wait wait- meowing noises??” dean interrupts "yea?— oh oh” "you figured it out?” “Cas like cats, Jack like cats and y/n is neutral about animals which means...” sam says waiting for Dean “they have a cat without us knowing," then dean says with a look that says 'I'm done with everything' "I swear to chuck if they got that hairy monster in my car I will personally murder them" "sure whatever you say let's go" they get up and go to your room and just opened the door "really?" Sam says after seeing Jack and Cas playing a ginger cat and you filming it "I can't believe you three!! You hid this and didn't say anything about it. And YOU!-” he points at you" I EXPECTED BETTER THAN YOU ESPECIALLY AFTER—!” you interrupted Dean "I did not let the cat into your car and if you let us keep him in my room I will buy you pies with MY money and Sam.. His name is Garfield”....... You five are quiet for a few seconds "deal" dean said, Sam looked at him inridiculously and left... "can I play with him?“ “yea.. Sure " Sam came over and Garfield kept rubbing on Sam's hand. I guess cats love big giants

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[fantasyandshit]

The true monsters

Type:Oneshot

Pairing: Dean and Sam Winchester x sister reader

Summary: The winchesters have hunted monsters practically their whole lives but when the youngest is taken, they find out who the true monsters are.

(I know I suck at summaries)

*****I usually don’t include warnings mainly because I forget but this is graphic guys so please be careful and don’t read if uncomfortable, this includes themes of violence, force feeding, kidnapping, torture, etc.*****

“I’m going for food.” I catch the keys Dean throws at me- my motorcycle of course. I’d never get to drive baby, especially not alone.

Sighing I leave the motel room and head to the 24/7 diner down the road, it’s late, about 1:30 am so no one’s really out except the people at the bar next door as I walk into the brightly lit Diner. “And what’s a beautiful lady like you doing out here alone?” I turn to see a very clearly drunk old man. I choose to ignore him as I turn back to the counter and wait for my food.

Finally after sitting awkwardly with the man staring from across the room I get the food and leave, failing to notice the man that steps from the shadows of the alley behind me. As I pull my phone from my pocket to text my brothers a cloth is shoved over my mouth and nose and after struggling for a moment, all goes black.

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*Deans Pov*

“Did Yn send you a weird text too?”

“Uhh no? What does it say?” Sam leans over my shoulder as I show him the text from our sister.

Rug rat 🐀

He- foo-

“Yeah that is weird, maybe it’s just a glitch in her phone or something? I’m sure everything’s fine.”

I hesitate a moment, “Yeah, yeah you’re right.” Somehow even as I say it, I can’t shake the unease that settles in my gut.

———

*Yns pov*

I wake up in a dark, musty room, I’m laying on a table with my arms, legs, chest, hips, and head held down by thick leather straps and a cloth gag sits in my mouth. My eyes move frantically as the fog slowly leaves my head. “Good, you’re awake.” A figure from the corner moves forward before I feel a cool touch run down my torso, that’s when I notice I’m completely bare. My eyes frantically search the man’s face, recognizing the drunk from earlier. “Don’t panic darling, everything is gonna be just fine.”

A muffled scream leaves my lips as his fist connects with my kidney twice before he steps away. As the man leaves I take in the room, in the far wall there looks to be a table, bottles and needs lined across it varying in size and color, I try and fail to struggle in my restraints as the cold metal of the table bites into my skin. “Now now love, no need to struggle.” Another man steps into the room, followed by the drunk from earlier. “I should explain, see me and my boy here we needed a new test subject, and when we saw a pretty lady like you all by herself, well we just couldn’t resist.”

I try to process what he means but my brain is still slow, that’s when I feel it- a prick in my neck before fire burns through my veins, spreading rapidly. I thrash and writhe, muffled screams and sobs leave my lips as tears and drool cover the gag, slipping down my chin.

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*Deans Pov*

“Ok, something definitely isn’t right, it’s been two hours and Yn isn’t home.”

“You’re right. We’ll go to the authorities later, this doesn’t seem like an us case. We can drive around and look for her though.” Sam seems too calm in this situation, although that’s always how he’s been while me and Yn were always hot headed.

Me and Sam decide to drive over to the diner, “Sammy.” My voice is weak as I call my brother over.

“Oh god.” A shaky breathe leaves him as we see our sisters motorcycle on the side of the road, her keys, wallet, and phone on the pavement beside it.

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*Yns pov*

I don’t know how long has passed at this point, three hours, three days, I don’t know anymore. My body is numb from all the injections of who knows what and the beatings I’ve taken, there’s currently a tube down my throat held in place by a block to keep my mouth open as food is forced into my stomach because I wouldn’t eat, an IV runs more drugs into my bloody, bruised body. Everything hurts as I lay on the metal table, rats squeaking in the corner.

“We found her!” The door is busted open and people rush to me, “hey, hey we’ve got you.” It’s a man, he has a vest with the letters FBI on him, a hun in his belt as he gets me from the restraints. “This may hurt a bit ok?” He grabs the tube currently in my throat and pulls, causing a spluttering choke to leave my forcefully parted lips before the block is removed after the tube. next to go is the IV before I’m carefully picked up and rushed outside into an ambulance. That’s when it all goes black.

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My eyes blink open as i feel rough sheets beneath me, panic surges through me as i feel something in my mouth and needles in my skin. I start ripping at whatever my weak body can, not understanding where I am. “Hey, hey. Yn you’re ok, you’re ok. You’re safe, you’re in a hospital and you’re safe. The tube is to help you breathe, the IVs are helping keep you stable. I need you to calm down for me.”

A strangled cry leaves me as I take in my oldest brother, care and concern in his eyes as he looks at me. Nurses and doctors flood the room and shortly after the tube down my throat is replaced by something in my nose. “Dean?” My voice is horse from lack of use.

“Yeah baby, yeah it’s me. I’m here. Sammy uh- Sammy went to go get some food and coffee, he should be back soon.”

“How long?”

“Look kid I-“

“How. Long?”

A heavy sigh escaped his lips, “two weeks, you were out while here for another week after that. God I’ve been worried sick kid, that doesn’t even begin to cover it.”

Surprise hits me, two weeks, those freaks had me for two weeks. I squeeze the hand that holds mine as I look to Dean with teary eyes. “You’ll make it through this. You’re strong. I’ll be here every step of the way. I love you sis.”

“I love you to De.” With that I nod off into a peaceful sleep, my brothers hand being used as a pillow.

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I know it kind of sucks but here you go. I hope you enjoyed!

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[book-place]

Home

Warnings: cursing, injuries, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Winchester brothers x sister reader, Castiel x reader platonic

*not my gif*

Summary: Throughout the Winchesters entire lives, there was only one place that brought back as much memories as it did for them. Both good and bad

A/N: This was fun to write- not the best writing- but it was fun

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

Being crammed into a car with your family was never ideal, but the Winchester’s always made it work.

That was because they didn’t have an ordinary car, they had a 1967 Chevy Impala, or as they called her, Baby.

To them, Baby was home.

True, they lived in the bunker now, but the car was something that through their hard lives, always reminded a constant.

Sam and Dean were in the front seats, per usual, while you were sprawled out across the back seats with your head against the window.

You listened to the familiar and calming sound of Baby’s engine and the quiet rock music coming from the radio as your eyes began to droop.

-•-

John glanced into the rearview mirror at his five year old daughter in the back of his car.

“Daddy?” You suddenly called to him.

“Yes, sweetie?” He answered with a small smile.

“Could you pwease turn up the radio?” You asked, your doe eyes wide.

“Of course honey.” John turned up the volume and chuckled softly when you started singing along to the best of your ability.

-•-

“I don’t know about this Dean.” You said, eyeing the steering wheel suspiciously.

“Come on,” Dean encouraged from the passenger seat, “You’re fourteen now and I think it’s time you learned. Now show me what you know.”

His younger sister hesitated for another moment before taking a deep breath and slowly putting your hands on the wheel.

Hesitantly, you put your foot on the gas, careful not to put too much pressure on it, and you slowly started rolling through the vacant parking lot.

“There you go!” Dean grinned, “Now add a little more pressure.”

You did as you were told, more confidently now, and Baby went a little faster.

“Good, good, now turn.” Dean said enthusiastically, but secretly gripped the seat just in case.

You did exactly that by turning the wheel right and soon enough you was driving around the entire parking lot, swerving, and turning confidently.

“Okay, and now the brake.” Dean said after a little while.

As soon as you did that you took Dean by surprise by throwing yourself across the seat and into his arms.

“Thank you De.” You mumbled into his shirt.

-•-

“WHOAAA WE’RE HALFWAY THEREEEEE!” Dean belted.

“WHOOAAA LIVN’ ON A PRAYER!” You continued, both grinning at the grumpy Sam in the backseat.

You and him had a huge battle for who would get to sit in the front seat, usually he won, not today though. And that seemed to put a big damper in his mood.

“Come on, Sammy!” Dean encouraged his younger brother.

“Take my hand we’ll make it I swear.” He mumbled unenthusiastically.

“That’s the spirit!” You cheered from your glorious spot in the front of the car.

-•-

“Come on! Damn it, Y/n don’t close your eyes! Don’t you dare close them!” Dean shouted at you from the driver's seat, taking a very risky long look at you through the rear view mirror.

Sam lightly but firmly kept tapping your face, trying to keep you from passing out due to the lack of blood.

“Come on, bug, keep your eyes open for just a little longer. We’re almost at the hospital. You’re going to be okay.” Sam told you, trying to sound confident for your sake, but was failing miserably when he started choking up at the end.

“It’s okay, I just need a little nap…” you lazily told the boys, trying to close your eyes without Sam noticing so that you wouldn’t get woken up again.

Of course he noticed though, and lightly slapped you, the thing you were trying to avoid.

“Stop dat,” you slurred, “das annoying.”

“You’re going to be okay.” Dean whispered, trying to convince himself more than anyone else.

-•-

“I’m not okay!” You complained dramatically, falling backwards as if being shot.

“You're fine, no shut up and deal with it.” Dean grumbled, starting to lose his patients.

“But Deannnn,” You complained, leaning forward to poke your head between Sam and Dean in the front seats, “What if I’m not fine? Then you will feel so guilty when I die!”

“You’re not dying, so for the last time, shut up and wait in the motel room.” He finally snapped.

You pouted, “But I wanna help.”

Dean sighed, softening, “I know kiddo, but this one is too dangerous for you. If we need help, I promise you will be the first one we call.”

You thought about it for a second, “Promise?” You challenged, holding up your pinkie.

“Promise.” Dean accepted, wrapping his pinkie around yours.

-•-

“Uno!” You cried, slamming down your last card.

Cass’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “But that is impossible, we only just started moments ago.”

You shrugged innocently as you started picking up the cards to play again.

“Don’t listen to her, Cass,” Sam called from the front seat, “She’s just cheating.”

You put a hand over your heart, “You wound me, brother! As if I would ever do such a thing!”

Dean rolled his eyes from the driver's seat, “Aren’t we supposed to be on a stakeout?”

“Yes.” You and Cass said in sync, already staring at your new cards intensely.

Sam chuckled while Dean yet again rolled his eyes.

-•-

You squirmed uncomfortably under the stare of Cass, Sam, and Dean.

Cass sat next to you while Sam and Dean were turned around in the front seat, “It’s not a big deal.” You mumbled weakly.

“NOT A BIG-“ Sam elbowed Dean hard in the ribs to get him to stop yelling. Screaming at you wouldn’t get them anywhere, he knew that.

Sam sighed and tried a different approach, “N/n, you were on a date.”

“I’m aware.” You snapped, gaining some of your former confidence that you had lost as soon as the three of them marched into the restaurant that you and your date were at, with looks that could kill on their faces.

Castiel seemed to stare into your soul, “I thought that humans this young were not supposed to go on dates.”

You turned her glare to the angel, “I’m fifteen! That is most definitely NOT too young!”

“It most definitely is.” Dean challenged, having a mini stare off with you.

Sam sighed, snapping in front of both of your faces so you would both blink. And when you did, you both turned your glares to him. “Listen, n/n… we’re just trying to look out for you.” He tried to reason with you softly.

“Well, I don’t need to look out for me.” You snapped, crossing your arms and leaning back grumpily in your seat.

“We were upset because we care.” He kept trying.

“It is true, Y/n.” Cass said.

You relaxed and sighed, you looked over to Dean, waiting for him to say something.

He took one look at you and sighed as well, “Sammy’s right n/n… I’m sorry for getting mad.”

You gave a small smile and threw yourself into Dean's arms, “I know you guys just do it because you care.”

Dean sighed, this time in relief and happiness, before wrapping his arms around his little sister.

“So does this mean I can go on another date?”

“Absolutely not.”

-•-

“I’m just saying!” Sam defended, holding his hands up in surrender, “It wouldn’t kill you two to eat a salad every once and a while!”

You and Dean shared a glance and then looked at your brother as if he had grown a second head, “It most definitely will.” Dean said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Salads will turn us into aliens.” You whispered, a horrified look taking over your face, as you glanced around nervously.

Sam opened his mouth then snapped it shut, not knowing how to answer that. “Isn’t… isn’t that what Dean told you when you were like- what- five?”

You nodded fearfully, eyeing Sam’s salad as if it was going to jump out and attack you at any given moment.

Dean had to bite back a laugh and then cough to cover up a small chuckle that came out.

Sam just glared at his older brother, “Dude! She’s sixteen!”

It took everything Dean had to keep a straight face, “And she can believe what she wants.”

Your eyes bounced back and forth between your brother's faces, “What’s going on?”

Sam threw Dean a bitch face until the elder of the two finally broke and sighed, “N/n, there’s something I need to tell you…”

-•-

“How about I don’t?” You offered, your face full of hope.

“You need to go to school, Y/n.” Sam told you from the front seat.

“No I don't! Do I Dean?” You turned to your eldest brother, hoping to get some backup.

Dean just pretended to be confused, “I-err… what?”

“You used to tell me all the time how useless school is when you are in our line of work!” You reminded him impatiently.

“I did?” Dean asked in fake surprise as Sam asked at the same time, “You did?” In real surprise.

Dean coughed, glancing away from Sam’s death glare, “Umm… you need to go to school n/n.”

“But you specifically told me that school is ‘boring, pointless, and useless. You won’t need it in our life of work, besides nobody wants to go to school and turn into a nerd like Sam.’” You imitated his deep voice as you quoted what your older brother had told you.

Dean's eyes widened and he looked at you in betrayal before fearfully looking over at Sam who looked like he was about to explode, “I-what? Pftt, noooo. School is definitely very, very important n/n, you should most definitely go.”

You shrugged and hopped out the door, right in front of the school, “Okay.”

Dean's eyes widened even more in disbelief as he realized what you just did, “Hey-what-get back here!” He yelled out, desperately wanting to get away from his younger brother's wrath.

You just laughed and ran through the school doors, ignoring the yelling coming from the car.

-•-

You looked back and forth between your brothers with an intimidating glare on your face.

“What’s going on?” You demanded as they avoided looking at you.

“Nothing.” Dean mumbled weakly as Sam nodded along.

“Then what is that?” You asked with a raised eyebrow, pointing to the cat that was sitting in the middle of your two brothers in the backseat of the impala.

“Okay, fine,” Sam broke first.

Dean's eyes widened and he looked to his little brother in sheer horror, “Sammy, no!”

The middle Winchester didn’t meet his eyes out of shame “We found it on a hunt, and we didn’t want to leave it alone.”

You took a deep breath to try and calm yourself down so you didn’t explode at them, “You two idiots can’t even keep a goldfish alive, and barely yourselves. Let alone a whole ass cat!”

“We’ll take it on walks and water it every day!” Dean begged, putting his hands together and shaking them at you.

Sam looked like he was about to facepalm.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, “YOU FUCKING IDIOT-“

-•-

You lolled your head to the side, looking at your half asleep brothers beside you, all in the backseat because Cass insisted on driving and when none of you could decide who was allowed to sit shotgun, he made you all sit in the back.

“I love you boys.” You mumbled before closing your eyes in the car that held so many memories for you.

You were asleep before you could even hear all three of them chorus it back.

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Triggers

Sam and Dean Winchester x little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: Sam does something that reminds you of your abusive stepfather, and your response scares both of your brothers.

Sam and Dean didn’t know much about your life before them, and you wanted to keep it that way.

You were John’s daughter, but Mary wasn’t your mother. John didn’t find out about you until your mother died, at which time he took you in. But there was something about your life that even he didn’t know.

You had a stepfather.

You hadn’t told John, because even when you first met him, you had sensed something. You had sensed that if he knew that you had any option other than him, he would be gone in an instant. You found out why soon after; his life was a very dangerous one.

But you had told him that you had no one else, so he’d taken you in. And you didn’t regret it. You’d take monsters with two big brothers and your real father over a “safe” nice home and your stepfather any day.

He’d abused you both emotionally and verbally as soon as he’d married your mother, and you were almost certain that it would’ve turned physical if he hadn’t known that your mother would leave him over that. As soon as your mother died, you knew you weren’t safe in that house anymore; your stepfather could do whatever he wanted to you.

So here you were, with the Winchesters, and it couldn’t be better. They were your real family, more than your stepfather and even your mother had ever been. As much as you’d loved your mother, she’d stood by and watched while your stepfather said whatever he wanted to you, even when he threatened you and terrified you to the point where you had nightmares about him going through with his threats. You could never go back to that kind of life.

Even if it meant this, what was happening now. You were wandering around a maze of boxes and crates in the middle of a warehouse, trying to find your brothers. You’d recklessly ran down a corridor to chase down a vampire, but once it was dead you realized you’d gotten yourself lost. It would’ve been fine, if not for a couple of key factors. 1: Your phone was dead, and 2: there wasn’t just one vamp in the warehouse, it was a nest.

You just hoped that Sam and Dean found you before the nest did.

“What do we have here?” You cringed at the unfamiliar voice. Of course you couldn’t be so lucky.

“I’d say it looks like dinner,” another vampire said from behind you.

“You don’t want to do this,” you warned as your fingers tightened around your machete.

“You have no idea how much I do,” he grinned at you.

You backed away from the two monsters until your back hit a stack of crates and your movement was stopped. You were semi-confident in your ability to take them both out, until you saw movement behind some boxes to your left, and three more joined the group. One of the first two had snuck up behind you while your attention was on the other vamps, and you didn’t notice him until his hand shot out, gripping your arm and twisting it until your machete clanked to the ground.

“See,” the first one spoke as he advanced on you. “Doesn’t matter that you’re a hunter.” The man moved, and before you could blink he had your arms pinned to your side, his fangs dangerously close to your neck. You felt your whole body shiver when you felt his next words as a breath against your throat. “You’re gonna die like every other brat we bleed dry.”

“You think so?”

The sound of that familiar voice almost made your knees go weak in relief. The pressure on your wrists disappeared as the vampire turned to charge at Dean, who deftly took his head off in one swing.

Sam was right beside him, taking out a couple of other vampires. Before long, all five lay dead on the ground, and you leaned heavily against the crate behind you, your legs feeling too shaky to hold you up.

“Are you ok?” Sam’s voice didn’t quite reach through your fogged mind, until he stepped forwards and grabbed your shoulders, shaking you until you looked at him. “Are you ok?”

“I-I’m…” you nodded feebly, and Sam’s demeanor changed.

“What were you thinking?” His sudden raise in volume made you flinch, your whole body tensing.

“I’m sor-sorry, I-“

“You could’ve been killed! Where were you? How could you be so-“

“Sam!”

You didn’t even hear when Dean interrupted Sam, pulling him away from you. You couldn’t hear anything except the ringing in your ears, and the voice that was so clearly not either of your brothers.

“What were you thinking?”

“How could you be so stupid?”

“If you pull anything like that again, I’ll kill you!”

“You’re lucky your mother is here, or I’d beat you until you couldn’t stand!”

All the different times, all the different threats just merged together, playing over and over in your head. You couldn’t hear anything but that voice, couldn’t see anything but that face.

You didn’t even feel it when your legs gave out and you sank to the floor. You squeezed your eyes shut tightly, hands coming up to cover your ears as you rocked back and forth, back and forth.

“No…” you whimpered. “Stop, please stop.”

Meanwhile, Sam and Dean didn’t know what to say.

“Sam, what did you…”

“I-I didn’t…I don’t…” Sam couldn’t take his eyes off you as you shuddered and began to sob. “Hey, hey,” Sam spoke softly as he knelt next to you on the ground. “Sweetheart, look at me, it’s Sammy.��

Sam froze when you flinched away from his touch, but he didn’t back down.

“Hey, c’mon.” Sam took hold of your hands, gently prying them away from your ears.

“No!” You sobbed. “Don’t, don’t!”

“Commere,” Sam sighed as he pulled you into his arms, his chin resting on your head as he rocked you back and forth. “Come on sweetheart, come back to me.”

“S-Sam?” Sam breathed a sigh of relief when you opened your eyes and spoke to him.

“Hey, hey it’s me, it’s ok.”

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed as you fisted his shirt, clinging to him.

“No, hey, don’t apologize. I-I shouldn’t have yelled, I’m sorry.”

“Baby,” Dean spoke softly as he leaned down to look at you. “What was that?”

Sam felt you shift as you turned your head against his chest, unwilling to look at Dean.

“No,” you whimpered.

“What?” Dean reached out and placed a hand on your shoulder. “It’s ok, you can talk to me.”

“No!” Sam’s heart ached at the sound of your sobbing as you burrowed closer to him.

“Ok, ok,” Dean said as he backed away. “I…I’m gonna go start the car,” Dean looked at Sam. “Just…bring her out when she’s ready.” Dean left, knowing he couldn’t help. This was something Sam had to fix.

“You have to talk to me,” Sam pleaded. “Kid, you’re scaring me.”

“Y-you have to promise me.” Sam felt you pull away from him, and he looked down into your eyes. “You can’t tell Dad or Dean. And-and you can’t make me go back.” Sam stiffened when you started to cry again. “I-I can’t go back.”

“Shh, shh,” Sam pulled you close again as he whispered. “Ok, ok I promise honey. What’s got you so scared?”

“You-you just…you reminded me of-of someone, and I got-I got scared.”

“Who?” Sam pulled away again to look at you. “Who did I remind you of? Did this person hurt you?”

“M-my…” Sam swallowed as you took a deep breath before speaking. “My stepfather.”

“You don’t have a…” Sam’s voice trailed off at the look on your face. “You have a stepfather? But I thought-“

“I didn’t want dad to know, because I-I had to get away.”

“You chose monsters over this guy?” Your silence was all the answer Sam needed. “And…and I reminded you…” Sam swallowed. “Honey, you-you know I wasn’t trying to scare you, right? I just…” Sam shook his head. “Sweetie you scared us so bad. I thought those vamps had…”

“No,” you insisted. “I-I know you didn’t mean it, I just-just got scared. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Sam said as he shifted. “Are you ready to go?”

“Y-you won’t tell anyone, will you?” You looked up at Sam as the two of you stood, and his stomach twisted at the fear in your eyes.

“Commere,” he sighed, pulling you close. “You’re family, kid. We would never send you back to him, never. But I’ll keep it a secret, if that’s what you want.”

“Yes.”

“Ok, I promise,” Sam said as he pulled away. “Now c’mon.”

Sam kept his arm around your shoulders as he led you out towards the car.

“I’m sorry,” Sam spoke again just before you reached the Impala. “I never wanted to scare you.”

“It’s ok,” you leaned closer to your big brother as you spoke. “I-I know you’re not like him.”

“If you ever want to tell us about him…we’re here, kid. You can trust us, always.”

“Hey,” Dean interrupted, sticking his head out the window of the Impala. “Are we all good?”

“Yeah,” you grinned. “We’re all good.”

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[hunterscabin]

Lucky

Request: Hi! Can you do a sister imagine where she’s driving down a long highway in the middle of the night and it’s cold and raining and black ice and stuff and the car crashes into a ditch and Sam and Dean come by maybe an hour or two later in the impala looking for her and they notice the headlights and the car turned upside down in the ditch and you know other angsty fluffy stuff. - Anonymous

Pairings: Dean x Sister!Reader; Sam x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Car accident; language; angst; fluff

Word Count: 2.1k  

Author’s Note: I hope I gave you a bit of what you were looking for, Nonnie! Thank you again for the prompt!  Thank y’all for reading <3

On your 16th birthday, Uncle Bobby gave you free rein over Singer Auto Salvage. It was the greatest gift you’d ever received. You spent hours wandering the lot, searching for the perfect car. Sam and Dean had enjoyed following you around and listening to your excited squeals of “Look at this one!” That is until dinner rolled around, at which point your eagerness took a backseat to their hunger. Of course, you chose to stay outside; nothing was more important in that moment than finding your Baby.

The sun was just starting to set when you saw it. A two-door, 1966 Chevy Caprice. The golden hour rays reflecting off the windshield like something out of a movie. She was beautiful. You walked up to the car, placed your hand on the hood, closed your eyes, and took a deep breath. Moving only by touch, you walked around the car, your fingers dragging across the shiny, red body. When you reached the driver’s side door, you opened your eyes and let out a contented sigh. This was it. This was the car. You climbed in and the smell of dusty, old leather filled your nose. A huge smile spread across your face.

“Hi, girl!” you whispered, still giddy with excitement.

While you were surveying the interior, the glint of a shiny object in the passenger seat caught your eye. You reached across the center console and picked up a key chain the size of a silver dollar. It was a metal four leaf clover painted emerald green.

“Lucky,” you giggled, “I’ll call you Lucky.”

Exhausted from a successful hunt, you were tearing down Highway 59. Pat Benatar’s All Fired Up blasted from the car stereo, and you were drumming your fingers on the steering wheel. Your favorite part about having your own car was not catching any slack from your brothers for your taste in music. That, and the fact that Lucky smelled 1,000 times better than Baby. 

It was a rainy night, but you were still cruising at a decent clip. You had been driving Lucky for over four years now and knew exactly how to handle her in any condition.

You were daydreaming about the hot shower in your near future when the light drizzle turned to heavy sleet. Taking your foot off the gas, you flipped up your turn signal and started moving into the right-hand lane. As you merged, your front wheels hit a patch of black ice and the car began to skid. Within moments, you felt the tires grip the road again, but just as you thought Lucky was evening out, you went over another strip of ice that sent you spinning.

The back of the car whipped around until you were facing oncoming traffic. Fortunately for you, there was no one on the road this late at night, but your attempts to correct the car’s trajectory were futile, and Lucky did another 180. The second turn pushed you too close to the edge of the shoulder, and you felt the car begin to slide. The embankment wasn’t steep, but it also wasn’t flush with the road, and as soon as Lucky reached the brink, she went toppling over. Everything happened in slow motion as the car made one full flip and then another half flip, landing upside down in the ditch. Lucky rocked back and forth a few times, but the instant you were sure the car had settled, your instincts kicked in, and you began to assess the situation.

Dean’s suggestion to “keep the car’s original seat belts” to maintain its “integrity” now seemed entirely idiotic as the flimsy straps had done nothing to protect you in the accident. You were in a crumpled pile on the roof of your car. Even though you’d been tossed around quite a bit, you weren’t in much pain. You had a few cuts from the shattered glass but nothing significant. The gratitude for your limited injuries was short lived when you tried to prop yourself up on your arms and felt your legs pull under the weight of something. The dashboard separated during impact and had you completely pinned. A sharp pain ran down your thigh and all the way to your toes at the change in position.

“Shit.” you seethed. It was going to take more than hunter’s savvy to get you out.

You laid your head back down in defeat as rain blew in through your broken window.

“Remind me again why we got stuck cleaning up Y/N’s mess?” Sam groaned.  

“Because she saved our asses.” Dean confirmed with a chuckle.

Sam smiled in the passenger seat. You had been especially impressive on this hunt. The three of you had infiltrated a particularly nasty coven of witches, and while you were busy destroying their athames and talisman, three of them trapped Sam and Dean. You ganked each one before they could cast their spell, saving your brothers’ lives but leaving quite the mess.  

“I guess you’re right,” Sam confessed, “I just hope she doesn’t use up all of the hot water before we get back.”

“Don’t count on it.” Dean rolled his eyes and both brothers laughed.

Sam turned up the radio and Dean noted that he was thankful the harsh rain had stopped. As Baby rounded a bend in the highway, both brothers saw a flickering light coming from a ditch on the opposite side of the road.

“Dean,” Sam was having a hard time ordering his thoughts, mostly because he didn’t want to believe what he was seeing,“Dean! I think that’s Y/N’s car.”

Dean slowed Baby to a crawl, his eyes widening to take in the overturned vehicle. Both brothers knew it was your car the second Lucky’s vintage rims came into view.

“Shit.” Dean exclaimed as he jerked the wheel, spinning Baby around until they were on the other side of the highway.

The car hadn’t even come to a stop when Sam swung open the passenger door and bound down the muddy hill. His heart stopped when he saw your hand hanging outside a shattered window.

“Y/N!”

“Y/N/N!” Sam yelled as he rounded the back end of your car. Your full form came into view, and Sam breathed a sigh of relief when he saw your open eyes. 

“Y/N!” Sam knelt down next to the window and reached in, cupping your face. “Y/N/N what happened? Are you okay?”

“Lucky hit a patch of ice. I’m okay, but my legs are stuck” You winced as another shot of pain pierced your legs.

Sam couldn’t resist leaning in and placing a kiss on your forehead. And temple. And cheek. You looked up at him with a bashful smile.

“You scared me. I thought…” Sam couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence. “I’m just so happy you’re alive.”

“Me too, Sammy,” you chuckled softly, angling your face as best as you could to look at him, “but kisses aren’t gonna get me out of this car.”

“Well, you must be okay if you still have the energy to sass Sammy.” Dean quipped from the other side of Lucky.

You tried to shift toward the sound of your oldest brother’s voice, but the angle at which you were pinned prevented you from turning, and you let out a small yelp of pain.

“Y/N/N, don’t try to move.” Dean reached in and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “It’s okay, kiddo. We’re gonna get you out of here.”

Dean saw the back of your head nod in understanding. He ran his hand up and down your arm in a soothing motion and gave your shoulder a light squeeze before gesturing for Sam to meet him at the front of the car. 

“We’ll be right back okay, Y/N?” Sam leaned in and kissed your cheek again before disappearing.

Sam and Dean hastily discussed the quickest way to get you out.

“The dashboard is pinning her legs,” Sam informed Dean, “I don’t know if any part of it is still attached to the body of the car, but I can try to lift the frame. Hopefully that will give you enough space to pull her out.”

“Good by me.” Dean concurred, not one to waste words in an urgent moment.

Sam nodded once and moved to the passenger side of the car. Dean walked around the front of Lucky and crouched down next to you. He could see on your face that the pain was starting to get the better of you.

“Hiya, kid.” Dean smiled. He removed his jacket and covered the glass scattering the ground. He leaned into the car until he was hovering over you.

“Sammy’s gonna lift the other side of the car and hopefully the dash will go with it. You just hang onto me, and I’m going to pull you out, okay?”

“Got it,” you replied, reaching up and wrapping your arms around Dean’s shoulders. Dean braced himself with one arm and looped the other around your waist.  

“Ready, Sammy?” Dean called.

Sam tightened his grip on the passenger door. “Ready.” he confirmed. 

“On the count of three,” Dean instructed, “One. Two. Three.“ With a powerful grunt, Sam lifted the broken body of the car off the ground.  

“It’s working!” you exclaimed as you felt the pressure release from your legs. Dean pulled you toward him, but you immediately shouted in pain. He eased you back down and his hands moved to cradle your face.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Dean questioned, frantically scanning your body for new injuries.

“It’s fine, I just…” you were having trouble talking through the pain, “I think my leg is broken.

“I can’t hold this up much longer.” Sam groaned from the other side of the car. 

“It’s okay, Dean. It hurts, but I’ll be okay.” You wrapped your arms back around your brother. “Just pull me out.” Dean nodded and gathered you in his arms again.

“Sorry, kiddo,” he said as he began to maneuver you out of the window. For your brother’s sake, you did your best to contain your verbal expressions of pain, but a few whimpers and swears still escaped your lips.

“She’s out!” Dean called to Sam, and his younger brother dropped the heavy frame. As he did, the scrapping of metal on metal caused a spark. Sam saw a small fire ignite near the broken gas line.  

“Dean!” he shouted, “Get her out of here!”

Dean saw the growing fire and scooped you up. He turned to run with you in his arms, making it no more than fifteen feet before the entire car was engulfed in flames.

“Lucky!” Seeing your precious car in its current condition made you momentarily forget the pain in your legs and you tried to free yourself from Dean’s arms. He did his best to restrain you, but your left leg wiggled free. The instant it hit the ground you cried out in pain. Dean lowered you both to the grass and pulled you into his lap.

“It’s okay, Y/N/N.” Dean soothed, rocking you while he held your head to his chest. Sam took a seat next to you, pulling off his jacket and wrapping it around your shaking shoulders.

You weren’t one for material objects. Hell, you didn’t even get attached to people outside of your immediate family. But seeing Lucky smashed and burning tore at your heart. You had been through everything together, and much like Baby was to the boys, she felt more like a home than a car. 

“Y/N,” Sam leaned in, “we’ll help you rebuild her.”

“Yeah, kiddo. We’ll get her back to new in no time.” Dean assured.

“It won’t be the same.” you whispered through your sniffles.

“I know, sweetheart.” Dean kissed the top of your head and pulled you closer.

The boys sat with you for some time, the heat of the flames warming your faces. Eventually Sam gestured to Dean and the older brother nodded.

“Let’s get you back to the bunker and set that leg.” Sam said, taking you from Dean’s arms.

You nodded sadly knowing that spending any more time watching your car burn would only deepen the hurt. You relaxed into Sam’s arms, resting your head on his shoulder. As you all made your way back to Baby, you saw the fire reflecting off something in the grass.

“Wait!” you yelled.

“What is it, Y/N/N?” Dean rushed to you and Sam, thinking you were in pain.

“Look.” You pointed to the shiny object beside Lucky.

Dean climbed back down the embankment and followed the line of your finger. He bent down, and when he stood up, you saw a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He walked back over to you and Sam and took your hand in his. He pressed something cold into your palm. You unfurled your fingers and in your hand was the four leaf clover you found in Lucky’s passenger seat the first day you saw her. 

“See,” Dean smiled, “Everything’s gonna be okay.”

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[dumbolover]

Looking for a Story (Supernatural)

Lost a supernatural I read a while ago it was on tumblr.

Amara instead of bringing Mary back she brought the Winchesters their sister (reader) who died in the house fire, at I believe age 6. Sister reader is confused as she remembers dying in the fire and doesnt know why Dean is know older than she is. She gets taken to the bunker but gets kidnapped along with Sam by the British Men of Letters. Sam doesnt know that is his sister. They both suffer injuries during their kidnapping.

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[delulu4dean]

No Doctors (Sam and Dean Winchester x sibling!reader)

Warnings: needles I guess

Parings: sam Winchester X sibling!reader, Dean Winchester x sibling!reader

Prompt: you’re a hunter scared of needles idk I went to urgent care the other day and I hate needles.

Word Count: 1,044

Sam, Dean, and you, their younger, nineteen year old half sibling have seen a lot, obviously. Hunters? You see vampires, werewolves, ghosts. But as a Winchester you see so much more. The three of you have saved the world quite a few times. It is safe to say not much phases the Winchesters.

But you, Y/N Winchester has one big fear, needles. When Sam injected Demon Dean with human blood, you could not watch. It wasn’t because of your big brother’s yells of pain, but because you cannot even look at a needle. So when Sam and Dean told you that you HAD to see a doctor, you put it off until it was too late. Now your legs were covered in red spots. The spots were not inflamed or itching. They looked like bleeding under the skin, which means its less like a rash. Google did not help ease Sam and Dean’s worries about you.

“Y/N damn it, we have to rule out anything serious,” Dean told you.

“I am fine,” you insisted.

“Google says you have one week to live,” your older brother furrowed his eyebrows, showing you his google search on his smart phone.

“Google is not a doctor,” you rolled your eyes.

“That is why we have to take you to a doctor. Right Sam?”

Sam nods in agreement.

“Look, if Cas was here, he could figure it out, but he isn’t. We are going to urgent care,” Dean demanded. “Now get your ass to my car.”

You looked over to Sam and back to Dean, fear in your eyes. You knew what this meant, bloodwork. You could not do bloodwork. Just seeing a needle makes you sick to your stomach. The last time you had bloodwork done, you threw up. When you had to get your Covid vaccines, you took your brothers with you. It worked because they ended up getting theirs as well, but when it came to your turn, your brothers had to distract you so you didnt see the needle. You held Dean’s hands and almost broke his fingers as the needle went into your flesh.

“Dean, doctors are scary. All they do is poke at you with needles,” you frowned at your older brother.

“Sam and I will both be there by your side,” Dean insisted.

And so here you are now. The walking to the lab with your brothers at your side. You look for all possible exists to run out of here, but you know its no use. Dean would drag you back if he has to. The lab nurse sits you down in the chair and looks for a good vein. Shit. It’s going to happen. Your eyes follow her hands as she pulls out all the tubes that will be soon filled with your blood. The things is you’re not grossed out by the idea of seeing your own blood, its kind of cool actually. But knowing how it gets in there is too much.

You see her take out the needle and your instincts kick in. You jump out of your seat before your brothers push you back. Dean holds you down on the chair and you look at him with tears in your eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that kid,” Dean sighs, a guilty expression coming across his face. “I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I am fine! And when we find out that nothing is wrong you’re going to be sorry,” you spit.

Sam holds the hand of the arm that the nurse will draw blood from, not just to keep it steady, but to calm you down.

“You are a fighter, you are strong, you got this,” Sam tells you. “Just don’t look, and then you won’t feel it, okay?” You nod at Sam. “Attagirl. Now don’t look at me, or else you’ll see the needle too. Look at Dean.”

“Yeah, look at me,” Dean cuts in. You look up at your eldest brother. “Good job.”

“I’m not a child,” you remind Dean.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re a kid compared to Sam and I,” Dean chuckles.

“Well yeah, Sam is old and you’re ancient,” you tease.

“Ancient?” Dean fakes an offended expression.

“Yeah. So ancient that when the Egyptians built the pyramids, they looked at you and said ‘Wow that man is ancient.’”

Sam laughs but plays it off as a cough when Dean shoots a look at him. You feel a cotton ball on your arm as the nurse wraps the bandage on your arm.

“All done,” she smiles. “You can go to the waiting room and as soon as we get your results, you’ll be notified.”

You’re surprised and relieved to find out its done and over with. And you didn’t feel a thing.

“You did it kid,” Dean smiles at you.

“We are proud of you,” Sam ruffles your hair.

“I’m almost twenty don’t talk to me like I’m a child,” you get up and push past your brothers.

They follow you into the waiting room and sit by your side. Sam wraps an arm around you while you’re all pouty and embarrassed.

“We aren’t babying you or anything,” Sam sighs. “You have a genuine fear, and you faced it. We know you’re an adult. You are capable of doing a lot, you are a badass hunter. A Winchester.”

You nod, not so confidently. You and your brothers watch the TV in the waiting room where some old cowboy movie is playing. Dean is loving it, but you just want to get your results and go back home. After twenty minutes, a doctor comes out with a clipboard.

“You are fine, your blood came back clean. And over the counter rash cream should be able to help. You are free to go home,” she tells you.

Dean scoffs, and Sam looks confused. To be fair, you don’t understand either, you know its not a rash, it doesn’t look like a rash. But it can’t be what Dean looked up either if the bloodwork came back clean so its clearly nothing serious. As the doctor walks away, you glare at your older brothers.

“See, I knew bloodwork was a waste of time.”

Dean shrugs as Sam says, “Better safe than sorry.”

#dean winchester x sister!reader #dean X sister!reader #sam winchester x sister!reader #sam x sister!reader #supernatural #dean Winchester X sibling!reader #sam Winchester X sibling!reader

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(none of my fics include i*cest of any kind)

💖= fluff (platonic) 👨🏻‍👨🏻‍👧🏻= sister fic 🕊️= dark themes (sh, sa, ed, suicide + always read tags peeps) 🔥 = smut 🌈= ship / pairing mentioned (read description) ✔️= complete ❓= requested

Series:

INKTOBER (but it's fanfic) (🌈) (ao3)

would you love me now? (👨🏻‍👨🏻‍👧🏻🕊️)

cw for: ed, sh, sa, s*icide

WORDS POSTED: 83k / 120k

Summary:

Emily was, by all accounts, perfectly normal. One day, her life goes in flames and all she's left with is a letter that says to call a certain John Winchester. So she does.

Description: long sisfic with some canon divergence. If you ever asked yourself what would have happened if Dean and Sam had a sister, this is the fic for you.

Contains: bi dean winchester, musical theather (in large doses)

PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU TO READ THE TAGS FOR EACH SEASON (cw is different for each and everyone of them)

Season 1: idontwannabeyouanymore

Season 2: All too well (Winchester's version)

Season 3: Or maybe it's the thought of not being so alone

Season 4 (currently being posted): the grudge

Be The Young (👨🏻‍👨🏻‍👧🏻🕊️✔️)

WARNING: this is the 1.0 version of would you love me now on AO3. While i recommend reading that version, I'm going to keep this link here for those who are reading on Tumblr.

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Help You Forget (Sam Winchester x Reader)

Summary: As the youngest Winchester child, Y/N's life is turned upside down when her brother, Sam, gets a new girlfriend. 

Pairing(s): Sam x Sister!Reader

Warning(s): incest, dub-con-administering reader, mention/suggestion of rape, angst, alcohol, sex under the influence, kissing, handjob, implied f. receiving

W/C: 6.2k+

A/N: First fic in a while! Hope I've not gotten rusty 😅

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Y/N always hated moving. She thought she would get used to it eventually because she ended up moving with her family every few months, but she never did.

Now, Y/N was finally at the age where she could be left alone with her brother, Sam, whilst her other family, John and Dean, went on hunting trips. 

At first, the idea excited Y/N. She loved Dean and her father but at times they were overbearing, especially with all of the unresolved anger that seemed to linger. Most of all, she was excited about Sam getting to be his own person. She never felt like Sam could truly express himself unless it was just around her. This way, Sam could just be Sam. 

It wasn't like she chose to favor Sam over her other brother and father, it just kind of happened. Since she could remember, Dean would follow John around like a little lost puppy and when they both went away, all that was left was Y/N and Sam. 

It was always pretty clear how much John resented Sam but nobody knew why he did, and John refused to admit it. Whereas on the other hand, Y/N was adored by John, most likely due to her being the baby of the family and the only daughter.

Sam and Y/N grew close because they had to, she was the only one who loved Sam as he deserved, yet Y/N knew that even if she was given the choice- she wouldn't change a thing. She cared for Sam more than anything in the world.

In the beginning, her excitement was fulfilled. She would stay up late watching horror movies or documentaries, eat cold leftover pizza, and hang out with Sam until early morning. And, Sam was wonderful. The kind of wonderful that she rarely got to see.

In John and Dean's time away, Y/N got to witness Sam at his truest potential. He joked more, laughed more, smiled more, and in turn, made Y/N happier than she ever thought she could be. It was the side of Sam that John and Dean couldn't even begin to comprehend if they tried. But, fortunately or unfortunately, other people saw the new side of Sam too. 

Normally, Sam and Y/N stuck to themselves at school. Mostly because they knew they would be leaving again and they didn't want to get attached to new people, but also because they knew that all they needed was each other. 

They didn't go to parties or join clubs at random high schools, they sat alone in corners during lunchtime and hardly poked their heads up at those who seemed interested in forming friendships with them. 

This time was different. It was the last quarter of both Sam and Y/N's high school careers, and John had promised both of them that this would be their last school. When Y/N saw Sam leaning against his locker as he talked to a girl in the hallway, her heart felt as though it had shattered into a million pieces. 

For the sake of her mental health and to repress the fear of being alone, Y/N brushed it off. She told herself that Sam was allowed to make new friends, furthermore, she told herself that it was healthy for Sam to make new friends. But the only kink in her chain about the whole situation was that for whatever reason, she was repulsed at the idea of Sam having another girl in his life. 

Y/N knew it was silly. She knew she shouldn't care and that she should be accepting, but she couldn't get over her feelings of jealousy. She couldn't help but feel that overbearing energy her father always seemed to possess, although she did her best to hide it. 

It became hard to hide when Sam started to stay after school to "study" with a friend. It shocked Y/N to her core. He had never once chosen to study, much less choose to make a friend. Sam was always the type of student who didn't need to rehearse, he could absorb whatever information taught in class and remember it all the day of the exam. 

Y/N had a gut feeling, a feeling that told her that Sam was changing. She felt guilty for wanting him all to herself, guilty for wanting Sam to always stay the same. She couldn't admit it but she hated the idea of Sam spreading his wings because it meant that he was leaving her behind. She didn't understand why Sam would want to leave her.

After a few months, Y/N finally realized the reason Sam wanted to hang out with his girlfriend, Lindsay, almost every night. She could barely comprehend why Sam didn't tell her, but she had accidentally found out one night that they were having sex. That was why Sam all of a sudden started to favor Lindsay's company over Y/N's.

It hurt Y/N's feelings that Sam didn't tell her he had lost his virginity. She couldn't even imagine hiding something that big from Sam, even if it wasn't the most appropriate thing to tell her brother. 

Sam was the one who told her about sex and in return, a few months later she had shown him his first skin mag. Hell, she had even poked fun at Sam's various boners throughout the years and he had always joked back. Why was this any different?

Y/N began to make a plan of action. She wanted to appeal to what Sam wanted to reestablish the relationship that they had before. If sex was what Sam wanted, Y/N was going to do whatever it took to make him happy, and she didn't begin to double-guess whether it was wrong.

She began to think about all of the different ways she could go about it. She knew that she wasn't too astray from Sam's "type", as Sam's girlfriend shared similar features with her. Y/N, however, was very different from Lindsay in the way that she dressed. Y/N wasn't even sure that she had ever exposed more skin than Lindsay- even in her bathing suit. 

Although it was repurposed from the "emergency" wad of cash her father had left behind, Y/N spent a little money every week or so to upgrade her wardrobe. She didn't want Sam to notice that she was changing and the last thing she wanted was to expose her plan to him. She couldn't afford to push him away any further.

So, Y/N did it slowly. She did her hair differently, experimented with different makeup, and wore different, more revealing clothes. 

She gauged whether Sam liked it or not by the way that he looked at her when he drove her home after school. Most mornings Sam would wake up on the wrong side of the bed and he would hardly talk to her, after school was different because he was a bit more relaxed.

If he liked the look, Y/N could see how his pupils dilated. He breathed somehow slower and faster simultaneously, he had difficulty speaking, and Y/N's favorite indicator was that he couldn't seem to stop swallowing. Although probably the most innocent reaction and part of her plan, it turned Y/N on to see Sam look at her the way he looked at Lindsay. 

Y/N also made her own friends. To preoccupy her nights without Sam, Y/N began to go to simple house parties, mingling with everyone she could. This led her to be invited and befriended by some of the most popular kids in school, and almost every night she was somewhere new.

She began to understand Sam leaving her behind. She hardly thought of him when she would drink the night away, laughing with her friends about stupid inside jokes or watching them fail keg stands. But the second she was left alone, all she felt was empty. 

To add to all of it, Sam had grown more distant. Although he barely spoke in the morning, most mornings now were completely silent as they drove to school together. His reactions to Y/N's outfits and appearance changes grew more faint, and many were replaced by eye rolls. 

He had even tried to pull the big brother card by suggesting that she was partying too much. And that was when Y/N knew it was time for the final step of her plan.

"You don't even know what a party is like," Y/N huffed as Sam pressed on the gas a little harder. 

"Okay, yeah, I may have never been to a party, but I'm not blind! All you do is drink and probably let your guy friends get a little too handsy!" Sam raised his voice, causing Y/N to audibly groan. 

"Are you slut-shaming me? Because that sounds a lot like slut shaming, Sam." 

"I don't know, maybe I am." Sam turned to look at Y/N for a split second, her cheeks heating up in return. "I mean, you'd be lying to me if you didn't say that every single one of your guy friends wants to sleep with you."

"They don't all want to sleep with me," 

"Bullshit! That's a whole load of crap and you know that, Y/N!"

"So what if they do? Huh, Sam? That doesn't mean that I want to sleep with them." Y/N was getting more frustrated by the second, and she could tell that Sam was as well. 

They never fought. Maybe there would be a disagreement now and then about who should take the trash out, but that was the extent of it. She wasn't sure why, but the fight with Sam excited her. It was probably because, in one way or another, he was expressing that he cared.

"They're boys, Y/N, boys! What do you think will happen to you if you continue to play dumb?" Sam shocked Y/N as she went silent for a few seconds.

"Dumb? What's that supposed to mean?" Y/N asked Sam lowly, glaring at him as he gripped the steering wheel harder. 

"You know exactly what I mean. You're hanging out with a bunch of boys who think they're men and you're all drinking, what do you think is going to happen to a girl like you? That's not a good mix and it would be stupid of you to think otherwise." 

"You don't think I can handle myself?" 

"No, I don't think you can handle yourself," 

"I can't believe you, Sam. You're probably just jealous that you don't get invited to things like I do!" Y/N crossed her arms as Sam scoffed aloud. 

"Why would I be jealous of a bunch of teenagers getting hammered and all screwing each other?" 

"Yep. Like I said, you don't even know what a party is like." Y/N flattened her lips as her voice lowered. "How about this?"

"What?" Sam groaned as he rolled his eyes. 

"You come to a party with me and you'll see that it's not so bad."

"Why would I do that?"

"Bring Lindsay with you. Drink, don't drink, I don't care, but I'm tired of being called dumb just for having fun with my friends."

"Maybe I will!"

"Fine by me!"

"Fine!"

•••

It wasn't much longer until the next party rolled around. Whatever frequent talking that occurred between Sam and Y/N turned into the occasional remark and questioning each other on what would be for dinner. Other than that, they mostly kept to themselves and it utterly ate at Y/N.

Y/N got the text when she was eating dinner at the table, Sam and Lindsay were bundled up on the couch causing Y/N to physically gag every time she looked over her shoulder. 

"Sam, get up." Y/N stood up abruptly, causing the wooden chair to screech as she pushed it back. 

"Why, what happened?" Sam was clearly beginning to panic within the split second between responses. 

"We're going to a party!" Y/N began walking to her side of the motel room.

"What? No!" Sam, now standing up, groaned. 

Y/N began to dig through her bag for clothes as Sam sat back down next to Lindsay.

"I think it might be fun," Lindsay said somewhat quietly, causing Y/N's head to pop up. 

"Really?" Sam asked and Y/N watched as Lindsay nodded her head. 

"Yeah, I haven't been to a party in forever!" Lindsay seemed to perk up more and more by the second. "Hey, Y/N, it's Adam's party, right?"

Y/N nodded her head with a small smile, watching Lindsay light up at her answer. Sam did not appear to be as excited as the girls. 

"Come on, Sam! When's the last time you went to a party?" Lindsay asked her boyfriend as she stood up.

"Oh, ummm, I don't know," Sam scratched the back of his neck as he looked up at his girlfriend. "Probably a few months or so?"

Y/N chuckled as Sam sent her a glare. Not only was it very much blatantly untrue, but he made it sound as though he was asking Lindsay for the answer. 

"Yes!" Y/N exclaimed as she stood from a crouching position whilst holding up her very favorite top. 

"What?" Sam asked as Lindsay grabbed her things scattered around the room. 

"I found my favorite top. I thought I had lost it at the laundromat!" Y/N held the shirt up in front of her to show Sam. 

"You can't wear that," Sam raised an eyebrow at his little sister, his words catching the attention of his girlfriend. 

"Why not, babe?" Lindsay asked, crossing her arms in front of her. Somehow, she instantly looked intimidating.

"I think he's trying to tell me it's too slutty," Y/N glared at Sam, biting the inside of her cheeks with agitation. 

"Half my wardrobe is more revealing than that, she's going to be fine, Sam," Lindsay assured her boyfriend. 

Sam bit his tongue as he stared at his younger sister, and Y/N knew she had won the debate. 

"My place for the pregame?" Lindsay announced as she looked at Y/N. Y/N nodded her head, sending Sam a small smirk afterward. 

•••

It was a small party compared to the ones that Y/N, and probably also Lindsay, had been to. There were around fifty people strewn across the backyard of Adam's house, all doing various activities. You had the smokers, the swimmers, the ones who caused scandals, and then there was Sam, who did not seem to be enjoying himself whatsoever. 

Y/N had left the pair early on to go play some drinking games with her friends and now and then looked over her shoulder to find Sam. For the most part, he stood with one drink in his hand and the other was tucked away in his pocket as Lindsay talked to seemingly everybody at the party. 

Y/N wanted so desperately to go and save Sam, even if they hadn't been on the best of terms lately. She knew how uncomfortable Sam was just by looking at his posture but was too proud to help him. 

When two seats had opened up next to Y/N, she called across the yard for the couple to join the game. Sam would get to sit down and he didn't have to socialize, and Y/N figured it would be a good way to get him to drink a bit more. 

The rather good-looking couple, though Y/N hated to admit it, made their way across the lawn and sat down in the chairs around the small table. Around ten people were playing a game of truth or dare, and Y/N figured it was a good way to get Sam acclimated to other people. 

People began to chatter among themselves before beginning the next round. Y/N leaned over to talk to her friend Mariah. 

"I cannot believe your brother is dating Lindsay Hough!" Mariah seemed shocked as she scoffed, causing Y/N to raise an eyebrow. 

"Why?" Y/N asked curiously as her other friend Emma joined the conversation. 

"Dude! That's Adam's ex-girlfriend and probably the person with the highest body count in possibly the entire school!" Emma raised both her eyebrows as her mouth widened, looking back and forth at Lindsay and Sam. 

"Oh," Y/N frowned, looking back to see Sam smiling as he watched Lindsay chat with other people. "I didn't know that."

"Yeah, she hasn't been to one of Adam's parties since they broke up like three months ago," Mariah sucked her teeth as she shrugged her shoulders. "I guess she wants to make Adam jealous."

"Or maybe Sam," Emma added, now blatantly staring at Lindsay and Sam.

"Is she...?" A lightbulb lit up in Y/N's mind as she began to think of all of the times her friend group mentioned 'Thou who shall not be named'. Mariah and Emma nodded their heads simultaneously.

"Okayyy," Adam dragged on as he made his way toward the table with a case of beers. "Who needs one?" 

Y/N looked over at Sam as Adam opened the box, handing beers out. She raised her hand and as she realized Sam wasn't going to, she spoke up, "Can I get two please?"

"Of course!" Adam threw Y/N a couple of beers. "Getting pretty drunk tonight, Winchester?" He chuckled as he smirked at her. 

"Maybe, but I really just wanted an extra for the other Winchester," Y/N giggled as Adam continued to keep a smug face. 

"Other Winchester? Who's that?" Adam pushed his head back with a confused look. 

"This is my brother, Sam!" Y/N squeezed Sam's arm a little to indicate which one he was. 

"Oh! Nice to meet you, dude! I've heard a lot about you." Adam smiled, reaching out to shake Sam's hand. 

"Oh," Sam said awkwardly, his cheeks heating up. "Really?"

"Oh yeah, Y/N never shuts up about you, dude," Adam responded with a laugh, causing Y/N's cheeks to heat up.

"I do not!" Y/N exclaimed as if she were highly offended. 

"Yeah, yeah," Adam continued to laugh as he began to look around the group. 

Y/N watched as Adam finally laid eyes on Lindsay. She also watched as Adam's glance traveled downwards, his eyes widening at the sight of Sam and Lindsay holding hands. Adam scoffed, blinking a few times before clearing his throat.

"Who wants to go first?" Adam snapped out of it as he looked around at the group. 

"I will!" Y/N raised her hand after realizing nobody wanted to go. "Sam, truth or dare."

"Say dare, babe!" Lindsay tried her best to whisper as she shook Sam's arm.

"Uh, sure. Yeah, let's do dare," Sam swallowed, noticeably uncomfortable by the extra attention from the rest of the players. 

"I dare you to finish that beer right now," Y/N smiled at Sam and he rolled his eyes at the challenge. "Adam he's gonna need a new one in a second!"

Surprisingly, Sam was not completely hesitant to complete the task. He popped the tab open, tipped his head back, and nearly drank the entire can in one breath. 

"Woah, dude, that was honestly impressive," Adam handed Sam a fresh beer in disbelief. 

"Thanks, man,"

•••

The round went on for a long time, long enough for both Sam and Y/N to be visibly tipsy. Sam was finally letting loose and not taking himself so seriously, and it made Y/N happy to see. Right around now was when the party started to dwindle and Y/N's emptiness began to set, but she didn't feel that tonight. 

"Y/N, truth or dare?" Adam's best friend, Jalen, asked. 

"Dare!" Y/N felt nearly invincible at this point, like nothing could ruin her night. 

"I dare you," Jalen paused, looking around whilst pursing his lips. "To make out with Adam for thirty seconds!" He slapped the sides of both of Adam's arms and Y/N blushed, taking a few seconds to answer.

"Okay," Y/N stated simply, standing up as she made her way to the other side of the table. 

She didn't want to overdo it, feeling as though it might make Sam more uncomfortable than turned on, so she opted for sitting on Adam's lap instead of straddling him. She teased Adam's lips, getting close enough to feel his breath as she held onto him by wrapping her arms around the back of his neck. 

After a few seconds of watching the way Adam chased her lips with his, she finally went in for the kiss. It was slow at first, simple movements as their lips caressed one another's. Y/N picked up the pace and as it became sloppier, Y/N gripped his face with her fingertips and drew him in deeper. She may have been tipsy, but it had to have been one of the better kisses she had ever experienced. 

Through the passion and various cheers from the rest of the players, Y/N didn't know how long it had been before she pulled back. She held the bottom of Adam's chin after pulling back, planting his lips with one last lingering kiss. 

Y/N then stood up and made her way chair, noticing that Sam was no longer sitting with the group- which was exactly the opposite of what she wanted to happen. She didn't want Sam to be repulsed by the thought of her being sexual, she wanted him to be intrigued by it. 

"That was at least 45 seconds!" Mariah screamed in a hushed whisper when Y/N sat down. 

"Yeah, that was one of the top ten hottest kisses of all time!" Emma joined, shaking Y/N's arm excitedly.

"I want to go next," Lindsay said to the group and Y/N and her friends geared their attention toward her. 

"By all means," Adam waved his hands above the table. Lindsay stared at Adam deviously before speaking up. 

"Jalen, truth or dare?" Lindsay slurred with a small smirk on her face, taking a sip of her watered-down cranberry vodka. 

"Uhh, dare!" Jalen smirked as the crowd 'oohed'. 

"I dare you to give me a lap dance," Lindsay smiled as she looked at Jalen. Adam shrugged his shoulders in response, seeming not to care.

"Your wish is my command," Jalen smirked as he stood from the table, making his way toward Lindsay. 

Jalen seductively advanced toward Sam's girlfriend. He was rather fit and made it all the more convincing as he chose to take his shirt off and swing it like a rope above his head before tossing it in Lindsay's lap. 

The remaining players cheered as Jalen began to slowly make his way on top of Lindsay, grabbing her head as he pressed his body against her face. He continued the motion and eventually Lindsay stuck her tongue out as Jalen ran it up and down his abdomen. 

Near the end, when Lindsay's eyes were dark and full of lust, Jalen bent his neck down and kissed her. To Y/N's surprise, Adam was the first to cheer the pair on as they began to make out passionately. Even more surprising was the look of terror on Sam's face when Y/N turned around to see her big brother in disarray. 

Y/N felt her heart break for Sam as she watched him storm away from the table. She quickly told her friends that she had to go before chasing after him. Y/N didn't call his name because she knew that he needed a second to process and she needed a moment to process it herself. 

This was not part of her plan. She wanted to convince Sam to like parties, not despise them. She figured maybe he would have fun, go to a few more with her, and drink a bit. Y/N thought that maybe if she had enough alcohol in her system, she could finally show Sam how much she missed him. 

Now that Lindsay has completely spoiled that for Y/N, Y/N was at a loss. She had no idea what she was going to say when she finally caught up to Sam, she wasn't even sure if he wanted her around at that moment. 

As her heart raced and she got closer, she called Sam's name out. He continued walking as if he hadn't heard, so Y/N called it out again before Sam eventually came to a stop. 

To Y/N's astonishment, Sam immediately engulfed her in a tight hug when she finally reached him. Y/N held her brother, rubbing her hands up and down his back as he took a few deep breaths in. 

"Let's go home?" Y/N asked, looking up into Sam's eyes when he finally broke the hug. Sam nodded in return. 

•••

After their 20-minute walk in silence to the motel, Sam promptly went to the fridge and pulled out a few beers. Y/N kept quiet as she got her pajamas out of her bag, mostly because she didn't want to say the wrong thing to upset Sam any further.

"Stay up with me?" Sam called out to Y/N as she made her way to the bathroom. 

"Yeah, of course," Y/N looked over as Sam sat at the small table in the middle of the kitchen. "I just need to shower really quick."

Y/N took a quick shower but put her pajamas on slowly, panicking as she continued to feel Sam's heartbreak. She washed her face and brushed her teeth at an excruciatingly reduced pace before returning to the living room.

"Do you want to change and then we can watch a movie together?" Y/N asked as she watched Sam drink at the table, on his second since their arrival. Sam nodded his head.

Y/N spent the extra few dollars to rent one of Sam's favorite movies as Sam got ready for bed. Her bed was closer to the TV in the corner and considering the circumstances of the night, Y/N was not surprised when Sam chose to lie next to her. 

They had always been comfortable with simple intimacy because they had shared a bed for most of their lives, so curling up in Sam's arms felt completely natural to Y/N. It hadn't happened in a while, so the feeling of being draped in Sam felt incredibly invigorating.

Y/N laid her cheek on Sam's bare chest as she watched the movie. Sam kept his fingers resting comfortably in her hair and would occasionally stroke her scalp. Their legs rested against one another and they melted in each other's arms as the movie continued. 

Y/N didn't hate the movie, although she didn't enjoy gore all that much. She wasn't sure whether Sam liked gore either, but she knew that it was one of his favorites because of its storyline and funny moments.

She relaxed a bit as she felt Sam's chest move up and down each time he chuckled at certain lines, happy that he could take his mind off of tonight. As she laid on his chest, she ran her fingers up and down between his pectoral muscles. 

Y/N eventually stopped watching the movie, preferring to watch the way Sam's micro-sized hairs shot up when she stroked over a specific spot. Sam, copying Y/N's petting behavior, massaged her scalp with his fingertips as he continued laughing at the film. 

After only a few moments of watching the way Sam's body reacted to her touch, Y/N began to feel extremely content. It was partially due to the excessive amount of alcohol she consumed, but mostly due to being in Sam's arms. She had missed Sam so much while he was with Lindsay and in all fairness, she only got friends of her own to make him jealous. 

Y/N loved Sam more than anything in the world and tonight was the ultimate reminder that it would always just be the two of them. They hadn't seen their other family in over two months and while partying was a lot of fun, Y/N realized that she didn't want friends. All she wanted was Sam. 

"Is this my shirt?" Sam plucked at the cotton on Y/N's body with his fingers, her nipples instantly going erect by the movement of the fabric. 

"Mhm," Y/N hummed contently with a small smile on her face. 

She decided to pick her head up and look at Sam but was instantly saddened by the expression on his face. 

"Did you want it back?" Y/N arose, sitting next to Sam. Chills went down her spine as his hand fell from the back of her head to resting around her waist. 

"It's not that," Sam sighed, staring at the television with a blank expression. "I thought Lindsay had taken it a long time ago."

"Oh," Y/N frowned at the thought of Lindsay. Even if Y/N didn't like her stealing Sam's attention, she didn't want for Lindsay to break his heart. "You'll be better off without her, Sammy."

Y/N comforted Sam by reaching her arm out and running her fingers through his hair. Sam flattened his lips into a straight line and nodded slowly. 

"I know. I just- never mind." Sam stuttered, mumbling as he made it clear to Y/N that he was still slightly intoxicated. 

"You know you can talk to me about anything, right?" Y/N questioned softly as she continued to massage his hair. Sam nodded his head in return. 

"I'm going to miss her," Sam muttered after a few seconds as if he were ashamed to admit it. 

"I know, Sammy," She nodded with a frown. 

Sam squeezed Y/N's hip with his hand as his face began to contort. Before Y/N could reach down and engulf him, Sam reached over with his other arm and buried his face in her lap. 

She watched as Sam's back moved rapidly up and down as he began to sob, squeezing her as he let his feelings out. Y/N's heart hurt for her brother and she went silent as she continued to hold his head in her hands. 

It was very seldom that Sam cried and Y/N was never good with words when he got upset. She held him for a few minutes and felt the way his tears soaked through her shirt, breathing through the slight pain he caused when he squeezed her body every few seconds. 

"I love you so much, Sam. You deserve so much better than her." Y/N reassured when Sam caught his breath. 

"I don't know what I did wrong," Sam sobbed, his words hurting Y/N's brain as she processed them. 

"Sammy, you know it's not your fault," Y/N sighed as she picked his head up with her hands. 

Sam looked up into his little sister's eyes with doubt and Y/N slid down so that she could lay facing him. He brought her into a tight embrace as he continued to cry with his face pressed into her chest. 

Y/N hated the strange comfort it brought her. She hated the idea of being happier now that Sam was heartbroken but she loved that he was all hers again. Now that Lindsay was out of the picture, she wasn't sure that giving him sex was the right answer. 

But she had already imagined having Sam all to herself so many times that the thought of never being intimate with him hurt her soul. If that was what he was missing from his cheating girlfriend, then she could still provide him with that. The only problem in her mind was finding a way to initiate it. 

Sam brought his head up from her chest and Y/N immediately cradled his face in her hands, looking at him as his lip quivered. He didn't say a word before Y/N pressed her lips to his.

Y/N planted a small, soft kiss on his tear-soaked lips before going in for another. The mixture of longing, heartbreak, and intoxication must have caught up to Sam as he began to kiss Y/N back. 

She wasn't sure how it would feel to kiss her own brother but the second Sam began to suck Y/N's bottom lip in, she knew that they were made for each other. She kissed him harder and with more passion, eventually leading to their tongues crashing together before retreating. 

Then Sam pulled back and Y/N felt her heart drop. 

"We shouldn't be doing this," Sam looked terrified as he looked at Y/N with wide eyes. 

"Shh, Sammy. I can make you feel better," Y/N said softly, bringing her lips to his again. 

Sam stayed still as she brushed her lips against his and Y/N panicked slightly internally when he didn't return the favor. 

"Y/N, we can't. This is wrong," Sam whispered but Y/N didn't want to hear it. She then opted to place wet, sloppy kisses on his neck instead. 

Y/N felt Sam squirm uncomfortably, his body tensing as she ran her hand up and down his abdomen. When he relaxed after a few seconds, she tried his lips again. Sam continued to stay still, not granting her access to his mouth. 

"Let me take care of you. I want to help you forget." Y/N whispered in Sam's ear, running her fingers through his hair as she carried on kissing his neck.

With this possibly being Y/N's only opportunity to convince Sam that he needed her, she found her hand beginning to trace his v-line. This made Sam shudder and Y/N loved the way his head tilted back, exposing his neck even more.

Trailing kisses over new spots on his neck, Y/N rubbed her hand over the front of Sam's shorts. She could feel that Sam was getting hard, which nearly made her explode as she began to feel pressure building in her stomach. 

As much as she had dreamt about having sex with Sam, she was still a virgin and didn't want to take the spotlight away from him. All she cared about right then and there was making Sam happy and that meant getting him off. 

"Y/N," Sam lightly protested, grabbing her hand. 

Before he could pull it away, Y/N seized her opportunity and began to kiss him before he could speak again. This time he kissed back almost immediately and Y/N felt as his member twitched under her hand. 

"Don't think, Sammy. Just let it happen." Y/N said softly in between kisses. 

Feeling the way Sam relaxed as he took her advice, Y/N decided to dip her hand into his shorts and underneath his boxers. As she felt his cock throb in her palm, she pumped him a few times in her hand. Sam moaned into her mouth as he continued to kiss her passionately.

With what little room Y/N had to work with, she did her best to pump him fully. She gauged whether or not he enjoyed it by how hard he kissed her back and continued to switch the motion up so that it wouldn't become too monotonous. 

To Y/N's surprise, Sam eventually hurriedly pushed his shorts down to expose his length without breaking their kiss. When his hands returned, he held Y/N's face as he kissed her with more urgency. 

Opening her eyes out of curiosity, Y/N looked down and let out a small gasp. She could feel how big Sam was in her hand but to look at the size of his cock with her own two eyes was shocking. 

Y/N had never done anything like this before but she wasn't completely clueless, so she figured that Sam was getting closer to climax. With all the free room needed to stroke him to his full extent, she began to pump him in her hand fervently. 

Sam moaned gutturally and Y/N opened her eyes just in time to watch the way his eyes began to roll to the back of his head. She pulled back from his lips and began to kiss his exposed neck so that he could focus on finishing. 

Y/N ran her finger over the tip of Sam's cock and switched up the speed and intensity. She sucked on the thin skin of his throat, lightly running her teeth over it, and Sam's cock began to twitch erratically.

Growing more aroused by the second, Y/N relished the little sounds that escaped from Sam's throat. She trailed her lips over his collarbones, and he let out a little whine as he continued to twitch. 

"Fuck!" Was the first word out of Sam's mouth before Y/N felt a warmness touch the skin on her hands. 

Y/N decided to take it slower so as not to overwhelm him as she carried on pumping him in her hand. As they rode out the entirety of Sam's climax together, Y/N found herself smiling as she placed soft kisses on his chest. 

Sam panted as Y/N removed her hand, running her fingertip through the cum that had spurted on his abdomen. She let out a small giggle as she felt her cheeks heat up with happiness.

Sam grabbed Y/N's hand, removing it from his stomach and Y/N felt her heart drop. She hadn't thought about what might happen afterward, she knew that post-nut clarity was definitely a real thing after hanging around so many boys. Hoping that Sam wasn't upset with her, she let him remove her hand. 

She almost didn't look up as she began to grow scared of his reaction, but as she did, Sam looked into her eyes with a small smile on his face. 

"I missed you so much, Y/N," Sam whispered softly as he cupped her face, bringing her in as he placed his lips on hers. 

Y/N didn't say anything as her cheeks heated with validation. She almost forgot to kiss him back as she processed his words. Eventually, she melted into his touch. 

"I missed you too, Sammy," Y/N said quietly as she pulled back only an inch or so. 

Not even a moment later, Sam wasted no time on showing her how much he missed her.

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[lee-the-dino]

When you have a nightmare

Dean x Sibling! Reader, Sam x Sibling! Reader

Summary: Y/N wakes up from a nightmare and Dean and Sam try and comfort them, even though they insist they’re fine.

Warnings: blood (?) That's literally it pretty much, mild angst (?)

You awoke in a decrepit house covered in dust, ash, and garbage. The wood home was rotting and the windows were broken. Outside everything was dark as an eerie breeze shook the leaves on the trees outside. No one else was in the house. At least, not to your knowledge. You tried to get up, but your head ached like nothing you had ever felt before. You winced in pain and pressed your eyes shut, reaching up to feel your forehead.

Blood.

Your heartbeat picked up at the red, viscous liquid appearing in your hands. Where were you? What happened? You stood, looking around the room you occupied. It looked like it was once a living room, with stairs, and a front door in sight out in the hall as well as old chairs and musty furniture around you.

“Sam? … Dean?” you called out. You didn’t hear either of your brothers respond, instead, you heard shuffling above you as the wind picked up. It seemed to howl at you, begging you to turn back. Your breath hitched as you looked out the window, and then to the staircase. It looked like it would break at any weight put on it, but once you got closer you could vaguely see a pattern of footprints you didn’t recognize indenting the layer of dust that covered the wood. You had to find Sam and Dean. You made your way up the stairs, trying your best not to let the creaks of the old oak disclose your location to any unwanted beings. As you climbed to the second floor, your heart dropped.

There stood a man in the shadows, no, not a man, a jinn, as it sucked the life out of your brothers. They were both hooked up to IVs that hung from their necks and their bodies were hung from ropes tied to the ceiling, clasping a hold to their wrists. They looked like skeletons, their faces pale and eyes sunken in as you could see blood slowly drip into each IV bag. You gasped at the sight. Suddenly, the jinn whipped his head around, blood still dripping from his mouth and blue eyes glaring into your own.

With a swift movement, you took out the knife you always had strapped to your leg and lunged at the monster. You tried to cut his neck, but he was faster. He pinned you to the wall by your throat and began to put you in the same trance that your brothers couldn’t seem to escape. You struggled against his grasp as you found the strength to kick him in the stomach. The jinn fell back as you were able to grasp your footing once again. Before he could get up, you slashed his neck, killing him. Not letting another moment pass, you rushed over to Sam and Dean.

You carefully took out the IVs that drained their life away and cut the ropes that kept their wrists bound tightly together. They sunk to the floor, not moving.

“Please, please…” you begged. “Wake up!” you shouted, tears brimming your eyes.

Sam opened his eyes slowly, Dean following suit shortly after. A wave of relief washed over you.

“Hey! Hey, you’re ok! I’m here, you’re going to be ok!” you said, frantically. You seemed to assure yourself more than your brothers. “I-I don’t think we’re making it out of this one…” Sam said to you in a raspy, tired voice. “I’m sorry, Kid…I’m sorry we couldn’t be there for you.” Dean said. “No, no! I won’t let you die! Not yet! You-You’re supposed to be my older brothers!” You pleaded, watching as life drained from both of their eyes. “Wh-what am I supposed to do without you? please…PLEASE!”

“PLEASE!” you screamed, as you shot up in bed. “Wha…what?” You whispered, confused. You were back in the dark motel room you and your brothers shared. Before you could comprehend what happened, you heard the click of a lamp as the room was now illuminated.

“Hey, what’s with all the screamin?” you heard Dean say to you, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes from the bed on the opposite side of the motel room. “Yeah,” you turned to see your other brother, Sam, sit up in the bed you shared that night, “Y/N, what has gotten into you?” he asked, both brothers were slightly annoyed to be woken up in the middle of the night, but despite their expressions, their voices were laced with concern.

You knew they were worried about you, you knew the look they were giving you. “I-I’m fine,” you replied, tears brimming your eyes once again. The things you saw from your nightmare were still clear as day…

Sam and Dean gave each other a knowing look. You always had nightmares, but recently, they’ve been getting worse. With the stress of moving around every week, hunting, and now your father’s death, you've been having vivid night terrors almost every night. Your brothers were worried. You knew they were worried, but you were frustrated that they always had to look after you. You were fully capable of handling yourself and didn’t want to put more on your brother’s plates with something as pointless as your dreams. You were worried that how much they had saved you, you wouldn’t be able to return the favor. You couldn’t save your father from the demon, so what made you think you could save your brothers if they needed you as desperately as you needed them?

Sam looked at you, a bit less tired than before, “Y/N, are you sure you’re ok-”

“I’M FINE!” you yelled, taking both Sam and Dean aback. You wiped your tears and looked up at their shocked expressions.

“I need some air,” you stated, as you quickly slipped on your shoes and left the motel room.

“Y/N!-” Dean called after you, but you were already gone.

You looked at the night sky and streetlights that lined the road just outside the motel. The night was peaceful. You sighed and shoved your hands into your hoodie pockets as a cool breeze brushed over your frame, making chills run down your spine. Images of your nightmare flashed before your eyes. You shook your head trying to get rid of them.

“Great…now I’m becoming a human etch-a-sketch,” you said to yourself as you made your way to the vending machines. You took out a couple of quarters and placed them in the glowing box as your favorite drink fell with a clanking sound. You grabbed it and slid down to the floor beside the machine. You sighed again. It had been a long night and you had just come back from a hunt a few hours prior. What if I couldn’t have saved them then, what then? You thought to yourself before taking a swig to try and ease your mind. You rested your gaze on the fluorescent lights above you before you heard a familiar voice.

“Hey,”

You looked up to see Dean standing a couple of feet away from you, wearing his signature leather jacket over his pajamas. “Kind of cold out here for a “drink by the poolside”, eh?” he said, smiling a bit, trying to lighten the mood. You just looked down to the floor, not saying anything in response. His smile faltered. He looked away for a moment and sighed. He walked over to you and leaned on to the wall next to you before sliding down into a sitting position that matched yours.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked.

You shrugged in response.

He took it as a yes.

“So uh…” he began, “Listen, you know I’m not into all this “fluffy-feel-y” crap, but I’m worried about you,” You rolled your eyes a bit, “When aren’t you?” you responded, almost so quiet he couldn’t hear. He chuckled a bit, “Yeah, you caught me there. But, tonight was different,” He began again, “What happened in there?”

You sighed. You didn’t want to admit what you were feeling to Dean, hell, he’s already got so much on his mind, but you knew with the look he was giving you, that you couldn’t just ignore his question. At least not forever.

“I just-” you started, tears starting to burn your eyes again, “I just don’t want you to get hurt because of me slowing you down. I mean, I know I’m not as trained as you, but I don’t want my lack of experience to end up being one of your deaths,” Dean looked at you, a bit surprised at your worry, but mainly concerned about how long you had this on your mind. You continued, “I mean, with Dad and everything, I don’t know what I’d do without you guys anymore.” you said. A tear rolled down your face, “Fuck-” you began, lifting your sleeve to stop the tears coming in.

“Woah, woah, woah, Kid, I didn’t know you were thinkin’ about all of this,” Dean said, trying to comfort you, “How long has this been goin’ on for?” He asked. You shrugged. “I dunno, a few months I guess,” you responded. Dean sighed and ran a hand down his face, “Look-” he started. You looked up to meet his gaze, “Nothing’s gonna happen to us, okay? I’ll make damn sure of that. Any son of a bitch that messes with our family gets sent straight back to hell where they came from. And you’re a damn sharpshooter and hunter, a bit inexperienced, sure, but that’s why you have us. And Sam and I, we’re not going anywhere,” He said. You smiled slightly, and Dean put a hand on your shoulder.

“Here, let’s go back to our room. You really won’t be a whole lot of help to us if you get a damn cold,” he said. You laughed a bit and let him guide you back to the motel room.

“You doing okay?” Sam asked, putting whatever book he was researching down. “Yeah,” you sniffled, “I’m okay,” you responded. “I’ll tell you what,” Dean said, “I’ll let you pick out a movie to watch so you can fall asleep easier, how does that sound?” he asked. You nodded, and you and your brothers filed to sit on Dean’s bed that faced the TV. You looked up at Sam, a bit confused as to why he didn’t just go back to bed, “I’m awake now, so…” He trailed off, always seeming to be able to read your mind. You smiled up at him as you turned your attention to the television to put on your favorite movie.

Not long after, you drifted off to sleep, resting your head on Dean’s shoulder as he put his arm around you while Sam gently rested a blanket over you. You snuggled deeper into your oldest brother’s shoulder as the Winchester brothers started to drift off themselves.

You knew you would get more nightmares, and you knew on the next hunt you would be slower than your brothers. But, you also knew that your brothers would have your back to keep each one of you safe, and finally, you knew that if you had another nightmare they would be there for you when you woke up, no matter what. As long as you were together, no monster nor evil could ever harm you. With that, you could finally rest peacefully.

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Thanks for reading my first fic!

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