#sister!winchester

[mxssingmemories]

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.

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[supernaturalfreewill]

"I know you've been havin' some disagreements with those two idjits. They're yer brothers. It's only natural for them to drive you goddamn insane," Bobby said. "But they are just so doggone afraid of somethin' bad happenin' to ya. Y/N, ya gotta understand—most of the people they have cared about the most are gone. If they were to lose you, I don't know what the hell would happen—but it's possible even those two couldn't bounce back from that."

"I know. But they're stopping me from living my life the way I want to," you said, finally looking up. "I'm not gonna sit on the sidelines while they keep flinging themselves into danger. How is that fair?"

Bobby sighed and nodded pensively. "Yeah. I know. It ain't. I don't have all the answers," he said gently, "but you know you're welcome to stay here as long as you need."

You gave him a tight smile and got up to grab him into a hug that surprised him. "Thanks, Bobby."

Happy Supporting Character Saturday!

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[1000roughdrafts]

hey! if you take requests, i’m just wondering if you’d consider a sister winchester one? maybe her at 18? i love your writing so much, and i’d really love something like a hurt reader/dying reader?? something super angsty ahaha

Oh, for sure! Angst is my favorite! (as I'm sure you can tell by the word count lol) sorry it’s taken me like 3 years to get to this 😞

A/N: this was meant to post 2/28/24 because I wanted to ease into coming back with an every other week posting schedule BUT I’m just too excited and antsy for that lol also it’s set in Season 1, Episode 1

Thank you by the way!

Title: Please Wake Up

Warnings: swearing, graphic description of injury and illness, blood angst, hurt/dying reader, depiction of medical procedures, takes place in season 1 episode 1 :)

Word Count: 5.8k

Being third born after two boys, Y/N always felt like she had big shoes to fill. Despite her best efforts to impress the man, she never really formed a bond with John. Her next role model was Dean, who became more of a father to her than John ever was or could be.

Until her eleventh birthday, Dean did her hair into pigtails every day, partly because he hadn't learned to do any other hairstyle but mostly because he thought it was the cutest on her. He'd pack her and Sam's lunch with snacks he'd bought from vending machines and even pretend to take her on hunts because he knew she wanted to be exactly like him.

When she wasn't learning about monsters and guns with Dean, she spent time with Sam. He'd help her with her homework or play board and card games. They have as much in common as Y/N and Dean. Neither Sam nor Y/N got along with John, and neither remember their mothers. 

Y/N's mother was a woman John met in Nebraska three years after the boy's mom died. The affair only lasted a night, but to his surprise, he heard from her again six months later with the news that they had a baby girl on the way. John was shocked and heartbroken. He couldn't bear the thought of bringing another child into the life of hunting.

John kept his distance, adamant that Y/N would be better off without him, and when another three months of silence went by, he figured that Y/N's mother came around to see it his way. Unfortunately, her pregnancy was complicated, as was the birth, and it turned out that having Y/N is what killed her. 

When John got the call, he had half a mind to let the state take custody of little Y/N. Indeed, they would provide her with a better life than he could. John decided to meet her at least, and when he laid eyes on her perfect little face, he couldn't bring himself to abandon her. 

Y/N was barely sixteen when Sam left for college. While she was proud of him for putting himself first, it broke her heart for him to go the way he did. She missed him more and more every day, often keeping Dean up at night with her sniffling and crying. After a while, he would get into bed next to her when the tears started and sing Hey Jude while playing with her hair to help her fall asleep. That went on for another six months before she finally started to fall asleep without crying. 

For her seventeenth birthday, Dean came across a necklace he'd wanted to get for her since Sam left. From his wallet, he took out the only picture he had of the sibling trio, representing the single moment of their life where John treated them like regular kids, and using his pocket knife, he carved around their heads and bodies to match the exact size of the locket, smiling proudly at himself when it fit perfectly. 

Now at eighteen, she stands next to the Impala while Dean lugs their bags out, drops them into the trunk, and slams it shut. He heads for the driver's door but stops when he realizes Y/N hasn't opened hers yet. Eyebrows raised, he twirls a finger in the air as if to say, 'Let's get a move on.'

"Are you ever gonna teach me how to drive, Dean?" she asks. "I mean, you've got to, you know?" 

"No, I don't. Get in," Dean says. She does so with a huff. Dean checks the mirrors before backing out of their parking spot. Turning to Y/N, he says, "Besides, as long as I'm around, you don't need to," but softens his face into a smile when he looks at her. "Cause there's no way in Hell I'll ever let you drive my car." 

Y/N lets out a soft chuckle. "It doesn't have to be this car, Dean!" She rolls the window down, letting the cool breeze hit her face. "What happens if we get separated and I'm being chased by… I don't know, something that has super speed, and my only way back to you is to steal a car and -" 

"Stop. First of all, you should know that I'd never put you in that kind of danger," Dean says, disgusted by the mere thought. He lets out a long sigh. "I'll teach you," he says, looking at her gleaming smile. He tries his damnedest to see her for the adult she's becoming, but he only sees the happy baby in pull-ups he used to feed marshmallows and jello to on a motel room floor. "Just… not yet, okay?" 

She scoffs, "Most people learn to drive when they're only fifteen. I mean, you took me to freaking Vegas with a fake ID for my birthday, for fuck's sake!" 

"I said not yet, Y/N!" he says, shooting her the 'dad look' he's been perfecting since she was four. 

"Fine," she grumbles. She clasps her hands, "So I was looking through news articles, and there seem to be vamps in the next town. Should we be on that?" 

Dean clears his throat and needlessly adjusts the rear-view mirror. "Actually, kiddo, we're on something else right now." He keeps his head straight but glances at her out of the corner of his eyes. Whispering, he says, "We're gonna go get Sammy." 

Y/N's eyes widen as her head whips to look at him. "What?" 

He keeps his eyes on the road, "yeah, uh, with Dad missing... we could use the help," he says, gripping the steering wheel tighter. 

"But Sam's at college!" Y/N scoffs, "he wanted out!" 

"He abandoned us!" he shouts, shaking his head at himself when he notices her shoulders tense. Her eyes peer into her lap, where her hands lie folded. “Look Y/N/N, I just… I can't shake this awful feeling that something is wrong." He waits for a response from her, but she only nods with thin lips. She tunes him out and focuses on the wind hitting the window. "I gotta make sure they're okay," he says softly. 

Over the years, Y/N has learned to trust Dean's intuition, but right now, it just feels like he's being selfish. She opts to stay quiet, even if it makes a long drive longer.

Y/N jolts awake at the sound of the trunk slamming shut. She takes a moment for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. She doesn't see Dean next to her, so she scans her surroundings through squinted eyes, hoping for a clue about her whereabouts. She finds a gas station receipt in her lap and flips it over to see the scribbles of Dean's handwriting telling her to 'stay put or else.' She rolls her eyes, crumpling it into a ball to throw it into the backseat.

She hears the voices of two familiar men, one of whom she hasn't heard in two years. Her heart races, and she fumbles with the seat belt, trying to unhook it with shaky hands. She jumps out of the car and turns in time to see Dean leaning on the back of the Impala.

"It's a law school interview," Sam says, "and it's my whole future on a plate," he glares.

"Law school?" Dean asks with a smirk. Y/N walks over to stand next to Dean. He shoots a quick, acknowledging glance her way. Sam's eyes shift between Dean and Y/N, softening when they land on Y/N, "so we got a deal or not?" he asks flatly.

Dean says nothing but lightly nods his head. Y/N runs towards Sam, nearly knocking him over with a hug.

"Y/N/N," he smiles. Pulling her even closer to him, he wraps his arms tightly around her back and kisses the top of her head. "I missed you," he whispers.

"I missed you, too," she says, her eyes welling up with tears. Sam looks at Dean just in time to see him press his lips together with an 'I told you so' in his eyes. Sam shakes his head, squinting at Dean just before he lets go of Y/N.

"Kay, I gotta put a bag together," he sighs, "I'll be right back."

He turns to head for the door, and Y/N doesn't take her eyes off him until he disappears into the building. She blinks her eyes and turns to face Dean. He pushes himself off the back of the car and silently heads for the driver seat.

Sam and Y/N sit in the car at a gas station while Dean heads for snacks. Sam opens his door but quickly looks over his shoulder to check on Y/N. This is when he notices the box of tapes sitting next to her. Intrigued, he shifts in the chair and asks her to hand them to him. Y/N is hesitant because it's hard to say how Dean would react, and she's always hated being in the middle of their fights but does so anyway. Sam rests his tongue between his lips as he takes the box from Y/N. Stretching his legs out of the car, he rests the box in his lap to filter through them.

"Hey," Dean says from behind the Impala, his mouth wrapped around a candy bar, "either of you want breakfast?" he asks, holding a soda and a bag of chips.

Y/N waits for Sam to answer first. "No, thanks," he says, glancing Dean's way momentarily.

"I do," Y/N smiles.

"So how'd you pay for that stuff? Three of you still running credit card scams?" Sam says, going back to looking through the cassettes.

"Yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro ball career," Dean says, putting the gas nozzle back into the pump.

Y/N chimes in, "Besides, all we do is apply," she shrugs, "it's not our fault they send us the cards."

"Yeah? And what names did you write on the applications this time?" he asks, swinging his legs back inside the car and closing the door behind him.

"Uh, Burt Aframian," Y/N answers. Dean gets into the seat, handing Y/N the drink and chips. "Thank you," she chirps.

"And his son Hector," Dean adds, "scored two cards out of the deal."

"Sounds about right. I swear, man. You've gotta update your cassette tape collection."

Dean frowns, nearly offended. "Why?"

"Well, for one, they're cassette tapes, and two," Sam holds one up, "Black Sabbath? Motorhead?" he says, dropping them to grab another, "Metallica?" he laughs, "It's the greatest hits of mullet rock," he says as Dean rips the Metallica tape from his hand with a glare.

"Well, house rules, Sammy." Dean pops the tape into the player with a tight smile, "driver picks the music, shotgun shuts their cake-hole," he says, dropping the empty case into the box. "Isn't that right, Y/N?" he smirks into the rear-view mirror and smiles when he sees her roll her eyes.

"You know, Sammy is a chubby twelve-year-old," Sam scolds, "it's Sam, okay?"

Turning the volume up, Dean cocks his head to the side, "sorry. I can't hear you. The music's too loud," he says with a slight chuckle.

Crashing a crime scene where police are still investigating is just another Saturday with Dean for Y/N, but seeing Sam's eyes widen at the box of Dean's fake IDs calls attention to how out of the norm this life is. Dean makes wise-ass comments to the cops, as usual, and Sam stomps on Dean's foot. Dean responds by smacking Sam's head as they bicker on the way back to the car, but Y/N can't help but grin from ear to ear.

Even when her brothers are arguing, Y/N couldn't possibly be happier. Today is her first hunt with both of her brothers and the first time in far too long since the three of them had been together for any reason.

They make their way to find Amy, who they learn is the girlfriend of the victim from listening to the cops on the bridge. They stop her while she's putting up missing posters, and after lying about being distant relatives of her boyfriend, they ask if she'd be willing to answer some questions to find him.

… "It's kind of this local legend," Amy's friend says after a few minutes of chatting. Massaging her thumb with her other hand, she continues, "This one girl? She got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago." Dean glances over at Sam and Y/N, who listen intently, "Well, supposedly, she's still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up? Well, they disappear forever."

At a local library, Dean searches the archive page for any murders on Centennial Highway with no results. Sam shoves Dean's chair, and when it rolls back, he scoots his chair to the computer to take over, earning him a slap from Dean. After replacing 'murder' with 'suicide,' a news article pops up.

"This was 1981. Constance Welch, twenty-four years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river," Sam reads.

"Does it say why she did it?" Y/N asks, scooting her chair closer to Sam to try and read the screen.

"Yeah," Sam says.

"What?" Dean says with raised eyebrows.

"An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Apparently, her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute, and when she comes back, they aren't breathing." Sam lets out a breath, "both die," he says in a whisper.

The air grows thick around them, and Y/N frowns. "That's terrible," she says, shaking her head.

"'Our babies were gone,'" Sam reads, "'and Constance just couldn't bear it,' said husband Joseph Welch."

"Hmm," Dean points to the picture on the screen, "that bridge look familiar to you?"

They hit the bridge at nightfall. Crickets sing to water drumming against the rocks as it rushes under their feet. The clouds hang low in the sky, giving the air around them a haze.

"So," Dean says, peering over the bridge at the water, "this is where Constance took the swan dive," he says, leaning against the rail next to Y/N. 

"So you think Dad would have been here?" Sam asks in disbelief, looking over at Dean. 

"Well, he's chasing the same story, and we're chasing him," Dean shrugs, turning to walk down the bridge. 

Sam turns to follow. "Okay, so now what?" he says, forcing a breath through his nose. Y/N walks right next to him, still scared to let him out of her sight. 

"Now we keep digging until we find him. Might take a while," Dean grumbles. 

Sam stops walking, "Dean," he says, raising his hands before dropping them. "I told you. I've gotta be back by Monday." 

"Monday," Dean says, pivoting to make grueling eye contact with Sam, but only turns his body enough that he's still facing the bridge's railing. "Right," he says, shaking a finger, "the interview." The bridge creaks under him as he turns the rest of the way. 

"Yeah," Sam nods. 

"Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this, aren't you?" Dean says, shifting his weight between his feet. "You think you're just going to become some lawyer? Marry your girl?" Dean asks, the animosity growing with each word. 

Sam shrugs, "maybe. Why not?" 

Dean's voice roughens, "Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know the things you've done?" 

Sam takes a few threatening steps toward Dean, "No, and she's not ever going to know," he scowls. 

"Well, that's healthy," Dean sneers. "You can pretend all you want, Sammy, but sooner or later, you're going to have to face up to who you really are," he says, turning around to continue walking. 

Sam huffs, "Who's that?" 

"You're one of us," Dean shrugs, a hand gesturing towards Y/N. 

"Hey! Leave me out of this," Y/N grumbles from ahead. 

"No," Sam says, speed walking towards Dean, "I'm not like you," he says, turning around as he stops in front of Dean. "This is not going to be my life."

Dean keeps his jaw tight. "Well, you have a responsibility to..." 

Y/N feels the tension rising and tries to plead with them to stop arguing, but they ignore her. "Guys!" she shouts again. 

"To Dad? And his crusade?" Sam scoffs. "If it weren't for pictures, I wouldn't even know what Mom looks like! And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her," he shakes his head, "Mom's gone. And she isn't coming back." 

Dean grips Sam's shirt and swings him around and against the bridge's railing with a clunk at Sam's weight against it. 

Y/N flips around and runs to their side, "Dean, what are you doing? Are you crazy?" She panics. But Dean continues to ignore her as he glares at Sam. 

After a long, breathless pause, Y/N shouts again, "Dean!" 

The misty air is still between them, and even the wind seems too frightened to move. It's as if the world is put on pause.

Dean's eyebrows raise, and he keeps a firm grip on Sam's shirt. Under his breath, he says, "Don't talk about her like that." 

He throws Sam's jacket from his hands and takes a few stabilizing steps backward in one movement. Y/N runs to check on Sam, who shakes her off with an "I'm fine" that sounds muffled compared to the pounding of her heart. A few tears escape her when she looks over at Dean walking away from them, but she doesn't realize she's crying until the taste of salt hits her lips. 

Her eyes return to Sam, shaking her head in disgust that Dean would treat him like that. She knew it had been rough for Dean since Sam left for college, but hell, it's been hard on her, too, and she's not throwing anyone against the side of a bridge!

Dean halts, “Sam. Y/N!” he calls. Y/N turns with a full-body glare, but her eyes widen when she sees a woman in a long, white dress standing on the bridge's railing. The woman looks over at them, and Y/N can see the resemblance to the picture of Constance. The woman's hair and dress sway in the wind, and she keeps her eyes on them as she allows herself to drop from the ledge. 

With a grunt, Sam rushes to the railing to look over it for her, Dean and Y/N not far behind him. 

"Where'd she go?" Dean barks. 

Breathless, Sam pushes out an "I don't know." 

The roar of the Impala's engine turning on startles them, their bodies whipping around just in time to see the headlights flick on. 

"What the-," Dean says. 

"Who's driving your car?" Y/N asks. 

Without taking his eyes off of the car, Dean pulls his keys from his pocket and jingles them, stealing Sam and Y/N's attention to them in unison. The engine revs, drawing back their wide eyes to the Impala. The tires squeal as the car begins to speed towards them. 

"Y/N, go! Go!" Dean says with a hand on each of his siblings, spinning them around to run in the opposite direction. Dean presses his hand firmly on Y/N's back as they run, keeping himself between her and the car. They run as fast as they can until Dean can feel the Impala's breath on his ankles, and he guides them towards the bridge's railing. 

Y/N's heart feels like a brick in her chest, weighing her down at the thought of jumping over. "I can't," she says in a breath, and all in a split second, she feels like her feet are cemented into the bridge's planks as Sam jumps over. "No!" she screams as Dean grips onto her arm, pulling them both over the bridge. 

Sam hangs from the ledge of the bridge, shouting for Y/N as her screams are washed out with a big splash. "Y/N!" he calls again from the back of his throat, climbing up the bridge to get on his knees. He looks over the bridge, scanning for Y/N and Dean, calling out when he sees his brother, "Dean! You alright?" 

"I'm super," Dean grumbles with an outstretched thumbs up. Lying on his back, half submerged in the muddy water. 

"I can't see Y/N! Where's Y/N?" Sam panics, and when the words hit Dean's ears, he springs to his feet in a second. He whirls around in a circle as he searches for her. 

"Y/N!" Dean shouts, wiping mud from his face. He paces around, "Y/N, where are you?" he yells, half-expecting her to pop out from behind a bush to scare him. 

The world spins around him for a moment, utterly void of sound aside from a ringing in his ears as Dean tries to comprehend what is happening. He closes his eyes tight, shaking his head to clear away the fog that covers him. They open onto the water, catching the moon's glimmer reflecting off something. He runs towards it, hopping from rock to rock until he finds Y/N's broken locket stuck in algae. Dean picks it up with shaky hands, recalling how her face lit up when he first gave it to her. She'd be devastated to see its state now. Fear spills down him in an icy chill.

His head swivels around in search of her. Tears, that he refuses to let fall, poke at his eyes when he sees her lying face down in the water, a bloody rock next to her.

“Y/N!” He shouts, rushing to her. He kneels to pull her out of the water by her shoulder, turning her over so that her back rests against his knee. "Y/N!" he yells again, and when she doesn't respond, he grabs her by the waist and hoists her over his shoulder. He grunts, shifting his weight before jogging for the shore. "Sam! I got her!" 

"Dean! Is she okay?" He calls out as he sprints down the side of the hill to catch up to them. The brothers reach the shore simultaneously, and Dean drops to his knees to gently set Y/N on the ground in front of him, Sam following suit. 

"Come on, be okay, be okay, be okay, be okay," Dean pleads softly, placing two fingers on her neck. His heart is beating so hard that he can't tell if it's her pulse he's feeling or his own. "Sam, I can't feel anything," he says. Dropping an ear to her mouth, he adds, "And I don't think she's breathing." 

"Call 911," Sam demands, ripping his jacket off to tie around Y/N's bleeding head wound. He quickly inspects the rest of her body for any bleeding before placing a hand on her chest. Looking up at Dean, who stands frozen, Sam puts his free hand on Dean's shoulder, "now, Dean!" he shouts, shoving him. 

Sam tilts Y/N's head back, checking again for a pulse, a breath, a twitch, a shudder, anything that meant he wouldn't have to perform CPR on his baby sister. He places his hands on her chest, one over the other, pausing in case her heart miraculously started again, but all he feels under his palms is the stillness of Y/N's wet and cold chest. 

Sam begins chest compressions, and the tears he'd been holding back rush out uncontrollably when he feels her ribs break under his palms. It makes him want to pull away, but he forces himself to continue. Dean watches in wide-eyed horror as he gives the 911 operator their location when asked, keeping his free hand pressed against his forehead. 

"Anything?" he shakily shouts at Sam after what feels like hours. Sam ignores him, counting out loud until he hits thirty again. He stops compressions to blow a shuddering breath into Y/N's mouth, watching her chest rise and fall before delivering another. "Hello! Is anybody on the way? My sister is dying here!" Dean shouts into the phone, but all that meets his ears is static. 

"Dean," Sam says with a heavy breath, beginning compressions again. "You gotta take over," he says between breaths. 

Without question, Dean drops his phone to the ground as he falls to his knees next to her, "come on, Y/N," he pleads, ignoring the burning in his knees as he places his hands together on top of Sam's. Sam leaves his hands under Dean's for just one compression before pulling away. 

"Okay, that's ten. You've got twenty more before breaths," Sam says before they count out loud together with every push into Y/N's chest. 

Dean is growing tired by his third round of compressions, but the sirens in the distance electrify him, giving him the energy he needs to continue. 

His face scrunches up as he musters the emotional and physical strength to keep going. Sam hurries to his feet, "don't stop, Dean, you're doing great!" he says with a palm at him. 

"Don't stop," Dean repeats mindlessly, "don't stop." 

Sprinting towards the paramedics, Sam waves his arms, shouting, "Down here! We're down here!" before he knows it, a group of professionals sprint down the hill, the gurney in tow. One takes a story from Sam as one tries to pull Dean away so the other two can take over caring for Y/N. 

"No, I can't stop!" he cries, which grabs Sam's attention, "don't stop," he nearly whispers, hands pumping into Y/N's chest. 

Sam rushes over and lowers himself to Dean's level. "Dean, let go. It's okay, they'll take it from here," he says, grabbing onto Dean's hands to pull him off of Y/N. They watch the paramedics in shock as they cut the shirt, bra, and pants off of Y/N, inspecting her skin. The first responders put what look like stickers with wires attached to them onto her chest and pull out the AED, telling everyone to stand clear before delivering a shock with a beep. Then, there was a pause and the silence that follows is deafening. Nothing. They check for a pulse and call clear again, shocking her. Then, nothing. Again. 

In the hospital's hallway, Dean tries to tune out the surround sound of constant beeping. His elbows rest on his scraped and bloody knees with his head held in his hands. He rocks back and forth, battling with himself. He sheds tears both out of fear for his sister's well-being and of guilt that he did the very thing he promised her he wouldn't: put her in danger.

The clacking of Sam's shoes pulls Dean from his homemade mental Hell. Dean lifts his head, quickly wiping his eyes before grabbing the cafeteria coffee. Sam's familiar smell of motel soap and deodorant washes away the torturous smell of hand sanitizer.

"Thanks," Dean mutters, taking a sip of the coffee before placing it next to him on the cold tile floor. 

Sam's eyes are red and puffy. Dean struggles to comprehend how Sam doesn't even try to hide the tears coming down. He often admires his brothers ability to wear his heart on his sleeve, though he'd never admit it. He wonders who he's being 'strong' for in this moment because it's certainly not himself.

Clearing his throat, Sam pulls his pants up slightly at the thighs before sitting on the bench next to Dean. He glances up at the ceiling momentarily, waiting for the announcement to end before asking, "Any news yet?"

Dean shakes his head. "No," he says in a raspy voice, forcing his eyes to look up and down the hall. "Excuse me," he says, standing to interrupt a nurse before she can enter a different room. "Would you mind helping us find whoever we need to talk to for an update on room 221?" he asks, gesturing to the door he hasn't been able to even look at since arriving.

Her eyes flutter to Sam, then the door, and back to Dean before she somberly nods. "Of course," she says, setting her pen back onto the clipboard as she turns to head in the direction she came.

Dean wants to return to his seat, but his body feels like an anchor. He sucks in a sharp breath. His shoulders tighten into his neck and with weak arms his hands fall to his hips. He hangs his head, clenching his teeth and pulling his face to suppress the tears. Sam jumps up to Stand with Dean, placing a hand tightly on his shoulder.

"She'll be alright," Sam says, not fully believing himself, "she's a Winchester; she has to be." 

Dean quickly straightens himself out because damn it, he's the one that's supposed to be taking care of his younger siblings - not the other way around.

"Sam and Dean Winchester?" a deep voice echoes the hall and they whirl around to greet the doctor. Dean quickly slaps the tears from his face. "I'm Dr. Ferguson," he says, holding his arm up to shake hands with Sam, then Dean. "Let's go somewhere more private to talk."

"We're good here," Dean spits. 

"Very well," the doctor sighs, looking down the hall behind him. He shuffles them closer to the wall and out of the traffic flow. "Well, while we were able to restart her heart, I'm afraid your sister has sustained a substantial injury to the head," he says, "the trauma caused the tissue around her brain to swell quite rapidly, and well, we have her on a ventilator, but," he lets out a breath, "we haven't seen as much progress as we were hoping for. She's technically in a coma right now, but we hope to see her come out of it in the coming weeks." 

"Weeks?" Dean bellows.

"Yes, I'm afraid that's standard recovery time for an injury of this magnitude. Although, we'd be having an entirely different conversation if not for your quick thinking in the field," he says with a tight-lipped smile, eyes jumping from Dean's to Sam's, "it's a long road to recovery, but this is a good start." 

"And what happens if she doesn't wake up?" Sam asks. 

"We will do everything in our power to ensure that doesn't happen," the doctor nods. 

"Thanks, doc," Sam croaks. "Can - can we see her?" he stutters. 

"Of course," he says, pushing the door open with his fingertips, "go on in," he says.  

Sam immediately notices Dean's hesitancy when they exchange a glance, so he nods before taking a few steps into the room. He covers his mouth to stifle a sob when he sees his little sister with a tube down her throat and one in her nose. When he's close enough, he reaches for her hand and sits in the chair beside her, startled by the sound of the door shutting. Dean slowly enters the room, but keeps his distance.

Dean feels like the air is void of oxygen and tells himself to pull it together enough to stand by her bed. "Hey kiddo," Dean says to Y/N with a shaky breath. "God, please be okay," he says, forcing a smile as he grips onto her hand.

The two sit with Y/N for days, only leaving for bathroom trips and snack runs, but when one goes, the other stays, and when one is napping, the other is awake. Dean has grown slightly more self-composed but is still anxious as they stay by her side, even when the nurses come to deliver medications, chart vitals, or empty her catheter.

"Hey, Dean," Sam says, clearing his throat. 

"Yeah," he replies, keeping his eyes on Y/N. 

Sam looks down into his hands, "about my interview-" 

"Wait, what?" Dean says, cutting him off, "you're still gonna leave after all this?" he shouts through a clenched jaw. The chair scoots back in a screech as he quickly brings himself to his feet, "you don't wanna be here when she wakes up?" he asks, aggressively gesturing at Y/N. 

"Dean, we don't even know if she'll wake up," Sam quivers. 

"Man, you are a piece of work," Dean shouts, shaking his head. 

"If you would've let me finish," Sam growls with narrow eyes, "I was going to say that I called earlier… to reschedule it," he sighs, looking back at Y/N, "they were very understanding of the situation." 

"Oh," Dean says, turning on his heels to face away from Sam. He swipes a hand down his face, shaking his head when his eyes open to the white walls of the hospital's room. "Look, man, I'm sorry," he says, palms open and facing Sam. "This just has me on edge." 

Taking a few steps towards him, Sam holds back the urge to get nasty with Dean, telling him he's not the only one feeling 'on edge' about their sister's condition. Instead, he raises his palms and softens his face, "Me too. Believe me." 

By Thursday, Y/N had graduated from a ventilator to an oxygen mask. Though still needing the feeding tube, she's shown glimpses here and there of the Y/N they know and love, but overall, she struggles to remain conscious. The doctors are calling it a 'Minimally Conscious State' and "completely normal with this type of recovery."

On Saturday, Sam heads out for food from a local restaurant at Dean's request - something about them having good pies - but Sam has a sneaking suspicion that Dean needs some time alone with Y/N, and Sam could use the fresh air anyway.

Sitting in the chair beside her bed, Dean holds one of Y/N's hands in both of his, bringing it up to his lips and kissing the back of her hand. "I'm so sorry I failed you, Y/N," he cries. "I should have been protecting you," he whispers, letting the tears fall freely now, "but instead of doing that, I got you into this mess."

Looking up at Y/N's face, he swears he sees a tear slip down her cheek. Despite being convinced he's imagining it, he reflexively draws his hand to wipe her tear away, gasping when it comes back wet. His heart races as he gently stands to get beside her in the bed. "Shh," he coos, wrapping his arm around her.

His eyes fall shut, and he's transported back in time to the almost seven-month period where she would only fall asleep if Dean were right there in bed next to her. Through tears and voice cracks, he sings Hey Jude in a whisper, occasionally reaching over to wipe her tears away.

"I love you so much," he whispers. "I don't know how to live without you," he says, his tears turning into sobs. "Please wake up," he cries, arm wrapped tightly around her, "I promise I'll teach you how to drive if you just please wake up."

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[babyinatrenchcoat]

Coming Out - Sister Winchester

Sooo this has been sitting in my drafts since 2017… apparently I came up with the idea in choir class my senior year 😅 I pretty much abandoned my account for like six years, but I’ve been revisiting it the last few days and thought I might as well finish this for shits and gigs.

Also, it turned out a bit more lengthy than I had originally anticipated… I don’t have a word count, I’m sorry

Descrpition: Coming out as gay/lesbian (whichever you prefer to say) to your older brothers.

Characters: Sam, Dean, Sister!reader, Charlie (mentioned)

Warnings: LGBTQ+ (if any of you need that as a warning), strong language (one word, said once)

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Today is the day. The inevitability of this day gave you nightmares. The day you’d finally tell your brother’s the truth. You’re certain they both support it. They're fine with Charlie, after all. But that doesn't calm your nerves. The three of you found out pretty close to immediately upon meeting her. But you? Sam and Dean have known you your whole life. This will be so much different.

You pace back and forth in the bunker library, slowly boring a hole into the floor. Your thumb nail quickly becomes raw from your teeth as you run over what you plan to say in your head. This is the most nerve racking thing you’ve ever done. Ever had to do. Because this has to be done. They have to know the truth. It's the only way you can be your whole self around your family.

Not that you’re ashamed. No, it’s more that you’ve never actually said the words out loud. You’ve known about yourself for a very long time, but saying it aloud makes it real. These are different times. You know you have nothing to be ashamed of. Even still, your heart pounds in your throat.

The door starts to open, causing you to stop in your tracks and stare up at it. The color drains from your face, and your heart rate quickens, as if it was possible. Sam and Dean step inside, and you swear you can hear the rapid thumping of your heartbeat in you ears. Your brothers walk down the stairs and into the library where you stand chewing your nail with a terrified look on your face. They notice.

“What’s wrong, y/n?” The eldest brother asks.

“Did something happen?” Sam adds.

You take a deep breath. “Can you guys just sit down please?” The brothers exchange a confused glance before obeying.

“What's going on?” Sam asks as he pulls up his chair.

You run your hands through your hair and begin pacing again. Where do you begin? “Okay, so... I've been wanting to tell you guys this for a while now, but... I dunno, I've been scared, and I haven't really know how to do it, and-” Dean cuts off your rambling.

“Y/n,” he says, bringing your pacing to a halt. “You’re scaring me, kid, calm down. Breathe.” You obey. “Now tell us what's up. You didn't free the Leviathins again or anything, did you?”

You chuckle slightly. “No.”

“Then I don't think there's anything you could do that would be much worse,” he continues, adding a smile. “Talk to us, little sis.”

You try to rethink your approach, but come up dry. Finally, you become impatient with yourself and decide to just spill your guts. “Alright, I'm just gonna say it. But please, please promise that you won't hate me.”

“We could never hate you!” Sam immediately says.

The genuineness in his hazel eyes calms your nerves just a little. But only a little. You still have to force down the golf ball sized lump in your throat. You close your eyes and take another deep breath. Keeping your eyes shut, you finally let it out.

“I’m gay.”

And there it is. It’s out. You’re out. The reality of the words you just said sets in. You’ve never said those words out loud. The pit in your stomach tightens, and you have to hold your breath to keep from crying. Your nerves are still shot, but you also feel free. You’re out! There’s no taking it back now.

You keep your eyes pressed shut for a moment, afraid to see a disappointed look on your brothers’ faces. Finally, you convince yourself to pry one eye open, the curiosity of their reactions becoming overbearing.

Your brothers look at each other, then back at you. An identical smirk spreads across both pairs of lips.

What the hell is that?

Your other eye shoots open and you glare at them, waiting for something, anything, to come out of their mouths. “Well say something!” You practically shout. Dean fails to stifles a chuckle, while Sam allows his smile to spread further. “Why are you laughing?!”

“Y/n,” Same begins. “We know.”

Your whole world shatters, then the pieces come back together in an entirely new arrangement in a split second. The only word you can muster is “What?”

Dean clears his throat and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Do you remember when you told us about your first kiss?”

How could you forget? “Uh, I seem to remember the two of you pestering the shit out of me until I told you.”

You had made the mistake of coming back to the motel you temporarily called home still blushing profusely. You tried like hell to suppress the crimson color of your burning cheeks, to no avail. “What’s his name?” Your eldest brother had immediately said. How were you supposed to react to his use of the word ‘his’?

Dean snickers about the memory now. “Right,” he agrees. “Anyway, you told us the kid’s name was Alex.”

Where is he going with this? It’s not like you lied. You just chose to leave out the fact that Alex wasn’t a boy. “Yeah?”

Dean pauses for a moment as if to give you a chance to catch up. You respond by simply raising your brows, silently asking him to continue. He looks to Sam for help.

“There wasn’t a single boy named Alex in your school,” Sam says.

Oh.

Heat rises to your entire face. At the time, you hadn’t considered that possibility.

“There was, however, an Alexandra in your grade,” Dean adds. He lifts one eyebrow at you.

You cover the embarrassment on your face with your hands. You’ve been so worried to tell them something that they already knew. Since your were 15, you’ve been trying to keep a cat in a bag that had a giant hole in the bottom. A laugh pushes itself from your stomach, and you drop your hands.

“I should’ve known you guys would try to find the guy,” you say.

Sam scrunches his eyebrows, keeping the smile spread across his face. “Well, yeah,” he sasses.

“Did you honestly think that we would find out that some horny teenage boy was mackin’ on our kid sister and not try to find out who he was?” Dean says.

You toss your palms up in surrender. “Like I said, I should’ve known,” you smile. “You broke into the school, didn’t you?”

“Of course,” Sam casually says with a quick shrug. All you can do is shake your head. A short moment of silence later, Sam rises to his feet and holds out his arms. “C’mere,” he says, gesturing you towards the space between his arms.

In the time it takes you to walk to him, Dean stands as well, holding one arm open to you. You reach the two of them and collapse into the embrace of the group hug. The weight of a thousand worlds lifts off your shoulders and is replaced by comfort. Comfort you only ever feel from your brothers.

You squeeze your arms around them just a bit tighter. “You guys are the best big brothers a girl could ask for.”

Dean squeezes back and plants a kiss on the top of your head. “You mean the world to us, Y/n, you know that.”

You nuzzle yourself further into your brothers’ arms. The last ten minutes replays in your mind, and you can’t help but giggle. “I can’t believe you guys have known this whole time.”

“Of course we knew,” Sam’s voice sounds from above you. “And even if we hadn’t found out then, you’re not exactly discreet about checking out bartenders and waitresses.”

The only defense you can think of is a slap on his chest. The action sends the two men away from you in a laughing fit.

“I am so!”

“You are so not,” Dean says between chuckles.

After the three of you recover from your laughter, you just stare at them for a moment. You’ve been worried for nothing. These two dorks would do anything for you. There’s nothing in the universe that would make them think any less of you.

“I love you guys,” you say.

Dean reaches over and tousles your hair. “We love you too, kiddo.”

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Let me know if you guys want the story of the boys finding out about Alexandra, cause I would LOVE to write that in detail.

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[fictionalwhores]

Being a Winchester Sister Headcanons...

-I imagine you being the middle child :)

-Being a mix between Dean and Sam 

-The roles between the three of you switch constantly 

-Sometimes Dean acts like the big brother he should

-Sometimes you have to step up and mother the two boys 

-And sometimes (all of the time) they both get overprotective of you

-You love reading and helping Sam research 

-Helping Dean fix up Baby 

-you can be a little bit of a hot head and argue with Dean a lot 

-You and Sam don’t really fight, but there are some disagreements that can go a little too far

-hating that Dean plays the same music over and over again 

-But putting it on when you miss him because it gives you a sense of comfort 

-Having a day once a month dedicated to relaxing and watching movies together 

-Growing up, Dean refused to have you and Sam hunting, so he did most of it with John while you and Sam went to school 

-Patching Deann up when he would come home from a hunt where he messed up and comforting him after John yells at  him 

-having a threeway secret handshake

-Standing up to Dean when he finds out that Sam wants to go to college 

-You secretly wanting to go to college too 

-Signing up for a few online classes with a community college, but with helping your dad and Dean hunt, you don’t get far in your education 

- You and Dean always having a mutual agreement to put Sam first, whether it’s caring for him, thinking of him, or saving him. Sam comes first 

-Sam hates it but you and Dean won’t budge 

-Knowing all of Mary’s old homemade recipes and cooking them 

-The boys know you’re a badass so they don’t try to hold you back if you want to go with them on a case 

-Being their rock paper scissors judge because they can never truly settle things that way 

-rotating who you share a bed with at motels

-They both hate when you start dating someone 

-Dean hates it because he sees you forever and always as his little sister and doesn’t want anything to taint that 

-Sam hates it because that means you start spending less time with you and he enjoys his quality time around you 

-You three helping raise each other and get through life

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[kaywinchester]

Racing

anon request: I've read all of your fics and I love them all! Can you please write a dean x sister fic where she is a literal toddler?Like dean and her are just playing and he unknowingly says something that he doesn't expect a toddler to get affected by? that makes her sad and she just runs and stays with sam. And eventually dean confronts her and talks to her? Maybe he could have said that they weren't buddies anymore (playfully of course) but the toddler sister takes it to heart?Thanks! Have a nice day byeeeew

Word Count: 716

Dean’s age- 19 Sam’s age- 15 y/n’s age- 5

A/N: a little au setting where the winchesters grow up with a little sis on the road :3 also hello! I know it’s been a while, I have a few requests to work on and I feel bad I haven’t gotten to them yet but ya know, life lately. Hope everyone is doing well! :)

“Deeean, Deeeaann!” y/n’s little voice echoed through out the room.

“Hey, sweetheart, what’s goin on?”

“Can you play horsies wifth me?” y/n asked sweetly as she held up her toys.

Dean sighed “Yeah, c’mon let’s go ahead.” He sat down.

Having a toddler in the Winchester’s life wasn’t always easy. Sam and Dean wouldn’t trade their little sister for the world, but to have John always in and out during the weeks and leaving y/n in the care of her brothers wasn’t fair to them. 

“Okay, you can be this brown horsie wifth white spots.” y/n held out her plastic toy horse in Dean’s face.

“Wow, this one has really soft hair!” Dean said with a little over excitement. 

“She does, the farmers brush her haiwr every day.” y/n smiled. “Okay, let’s go wriding now.”

“Giddy up horsey!” Dean said as he controlled the toy horse next to y/n’s 

“Dee, no. I have the faster horse, you can’t go in front of me.” y/n put her hand in front of the toys. She always liked to have some sort of order to her playtime, a sense of control which she probably got from Dean. 

“Well I’m older, so my horse is gonna be a little bit faster.” Dean sighed.

“Nuh uh! I have the black horse, like daddy’s car and it’s way faster.” y/n argued.

“I guess we can’t be friends anymore if you think you’re gonna beat me in this race kiddo.” Dean joked. 

Y/n paused and looked at Dean with serious puppy eyes. “You said we’ll always be fwiends.”

“I don’t think that’s the case anymore.” Dean shrugged.

y/n dropped her horse and stood up with tears forming in her eyes. Dean looked up and saw that y/n took him seriously. “N-n-no, y/n/n....”

She walked away to look for Sam who wasn’t anywhere in the motel room, which meant he was outside doing homework on the picnic table as he normally would if it was a nice day.

y/n wasn’t tall enough to look out the window, instead she reached up and turned the doorknob with both hands and spotted Sam outside. Dean was quick to watch her movements as he didn’t want to let her out of his sights. He watched as she ran to Sam who spotted her troubled face.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Sam hunched over to her level, looking like she was about to start crying.

“Dee s-said I’m not his fwiend anymore.” she said through staggered breaths, looking up to Sam.

He lifted her up onto his lap and glanced towards their motel room to see Dean standing in the doorway with a frown. 

“What do you mean? Dean will always be your friend.” Sam reassured as he fixed the hair that was in her face.

“Does that mean you’re not my fwiend...” y/n hiccuped.

“No, no. I’m sure he didn’t mean it.” Sam sighed. It was these moments that he tried to be the best brother he could, he and Dean both. It wasn’t fair to y/n to have to rely on both brothers like parents. 

They each had their own lives to focus on but they knew their situation was different because of unfortunate circumstances. So they did their best to be there for their little sister.

Dean walked over to a grumpy looking y/n. “Sweetheart, I was just joking. You know we’re best buds, right?”

“You’re not vewy funny.”

Sam gave a snarky look to his brother, who shot back at him with an eye roll. 

“You’re right on that one, I’m not very funny.... But, I’m sorry kiddo, can I have a hug?” Dean pleaded.

“Do you pwomise? You’re my fwiend forever?”

“I promise y/n/n.” 

y/n held out her pinky. “I pinky promise too.” Dean smiled. “Now how bout you get back in there, you have a race to win!”

y/n giggled and hopped off Sam’s lap after he placed a kiss on her head, almost forgetting completely what had upset her in the first place.

Sam watched her run back to the room with excitement to resume playing. “You know she’s gonna be the boss when it comes to her horses.” Sam laughed, turning his attention back to his book.

“I won’t overstep next time....” Dean smirked as he turned to follow y/n back inside. 

Tags

@jackjackljaqui ​@hunting-the-grievers @susan-is-in-the-house@flirtyonsie @mersuperwholocked-lowlife @justsomedreaming 

#sisterwinchester #sister winchester #winchester sister #winsister #sister!winchester #winchesters #winsis #Sam Winchester #dean winchester #spn #spn fanfic #spnfandom #spn blog #supernatural #Supernatural Fan Fiction #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural blog #supernatural one shot #supernatural one shots #spn one shot #spn one shots

[rosegoldquintis]

Cross my heart - teaser

Ayo, hello, I'm still alive and kicking. it’s that time of the year and i’m currently re-watching supernatural, and while doing that i’m also cross stitching, hence this idea was born, I have not written in so long so please excuse any grammar mistakes and spelling errors.

I’m also very tempted to make this into a series, idk though...

If this is appreciated I'll post the full thing hopefully at the end of the week!!

Reblogs and comments are much appreciated<33

she/her pronouns 

Parings: Winchesters x Sister!Reader

Ever since Y/N could remember she had loved bright colors and patterns. Anythings with colors could make the girl happy.

After having spent countless hours, days, years, traveling and being cooped up in different motel rooms she finally figured out that she needed something to do. Something, anything, before she was allowed to join her brothers and father on different hunts she had to stay behind, which in her mind didn’t make any sense, she was older than Sammy by two years. But that didn’t seem to matter to her father so she didn’t press the issue.

The Winchesters were working a case in Stowe, Vermont, the last thing she heard was wendigo, but that could have changed, Y/N left the motel almost as soon as they arrived, not feeling up for being her family’s secretary.

She stopped in front of a small store window, from what she could tell they sold yarn, fabrics and anything else you could need. She shoved her hands into the pockets on her jacket, she had saved up any money she could find, bills and coins. She wanted something that was hers.

A shiver went down her spine and she looked over her shoulder, when seeing no one she stepped into the store, she was met with a welcoming feeling and the sound of the small bell that was sitting right over the door.

The store was quite small, it had a few racks of fabrics and a whole wall covered with yarn in all kinds of colors. She took a few steps in and went to look at the different yarns and embroidery hoops.

“Do you need any help my dear?” A voice said behind her making her jump and turn around, almost reaching for the gun that was tucked into the back of her pants.

“Oh, um, no I was just looking.” She smiled back at the lady who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. “We, my family and I, we travel a lot, I was just thinking of picking up a new hobby, that’s all.” Y/N turned back to the yarn, feeling some sense of calm when looking at all the different colors.

“Well, if you travel a lot embroidery is always a good choice, but if you’re new to the art of making thing cross stitching is a bit easier.” The lady smiled, she reached for a book that was on display right by the yarn. “This book has a lot of different patterns and how to start.”

Y/N looked at the book in the lady's hands, it looked expensive.

“Um.. I'm sure it's a good book but I don't have a lot of money right now and I think I would like to spend it on something I can do more with.” She said in a small voice and looked down at her very used boots.

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Anyways, please let me know if you wanna read more, lots of hugs to you<33

#supernatural #supernatural series #SISTER WINCHESTER #winchester sister #sister!winchester

[hahahahahangst]

Be The Young (Supernatural Sister Fic)

GIANT TW **which will be valid for each episode for suicidal thoughts, self-harm, violence, cursing, relatives dying, mentions of sex*,sxual assault

Summary: Emily Reed, born and raised in Portland, is preparing her admission papers for Stanford, medical school.

One night, a fire erupts in her house.

All that is left is a letter and a name: John Winchester.

"After reading this whole letter, call John Winchester. [...] He’s your real father." 

NOTE: if you're just starting out, I suggest you READ THIS FIC ON AO3, as I posted this on there in a REVISED, somewhat EXPANDED version, including journal entries and more accurate tags.

Season 1:

#1: We don't talk about Bruno Sam // SONG

#2: idontwannabeyouanymore // SONG

#3: Matilda // SONG

#4: All that Jazz // SONG

#5: You just didn't like me that much //SONG

#6: Sweet Dreams // SONG

#7: All or nothing // SONG

#8: Prom Dress // SONG

#9: En and Xanax // SONG

#10: Terry’s song // SONG

Season 2:

#11: Carrefour Zombies // SONG

#12: As it was // SONG

#13: 1,2,3 medicines // SONG

#14: Outlaws // SONG

#15: Outlaws 2 // SONG

#16: Rät // SONG

#17: S(a)mbody that I used to know // SONG

#18: FU in my head // SONG

#19: Nothing Else Matters // SONG 

#20: Irene // SONG

#21: My own Rihanna // SONG

#22: Another love // SONG

Season 3:

AO3 LINK

“I called Ellen, she agreed on letting you stay with her for a while.”  “Why?” She scoffed. “You know why.”  “Bobby, he needs someone to be around.”  “Well, that someone doesn’t have to be you. [...] he’s an adult. And you are not supposed to be his mother! ” 

#23: Peach Scone // SONG

#24: If the world was ending // SONG

#25: Rest in Peace //SONG

Season 4: 

AO3 LINK

“Come on, don't- I just want to talk, why are you making it so difficult?!” Dean's words echoed in Emily's head and clearly, in Sam's too, who started walking faster as Emily sharply turned back towards the room. “AND WHY DID YOU SAY YES TO ALASTAIR?!” Her voice came out raspy and hard, as if he had not drunk any water in days. Dean looked at her and traced his face with his hands, exhaling.

#26: Cold // SONG

#27:  Love each other the wrong way // SONG

#28: Dentist Croatia // SONG

#29: 10 Things I hate about you // SONG

#30: P0rn Industry // SONG

#31: Happier than ever // SONG 

#32: Go to hell // SONG

#33: Honey and glass // SONG

#34: Tetris // SONG

#35: See, dear //SONG

#36: Anna’s twenty years old //SONG

#37: Stranger things have happened //SONG  

#38: Devil’s work // SONG

#39: Anyone who knows what love is // SONG

Season 5:

#40: Spite // SONG (Sept 15th)

#41: When there was me and you // SONG

#42: Angeleyes // SONG

#43: Rough landing, Holly // SONG

#44: Saturday night // SONG

#45: Hopelessly devoted to you // SONG

#46: One more light // SONG

#47: Oldest // SONG

#48: As the world caves in // SONG

EXTRAS:

Not a big deal // NO TWs, Dean’s bday, Season 6

#spn fic #supernatural #sister!winchester #oc #dean winchester #sam winchester #oc!sister winchester #sister winchester fic #sister!readerxdean #sister!reader #be the young #spn #spn fanfic #ao3 #supernatural a03 fanfict #sister fic

[fic-finders]

I know this is mostly an mcu blog, but i’m giving it a shot still

I can’t remember if it was a series or a one shot, but anw it was SPN, the reader is the sister of Sam and Dean, Dean isn’t the same anymore, he’s angry because Sam isn’t with them anymore, he’s even mean to the reader and the reader is very upset about it. It all starts when she comes back from hunting alone, her arm is severely hurt, and there’s blood dripping to the ground. She stands in front of the room where Dean is and calls him, he doesn’t reply. She calls him ‘De’ and he looks up to her and starts panicking before she collapses.

I can’t remember anything else, I know it’s super vague but it was one of the best written thing i read. Thank you either way <3

hey, there anon! I'm not too familiar with the supernatural fandom but hopefully, someone knows what fic this is. This also sounds really interesting!

#dean winchester #sam winchester #the winchesters #sister!reader #female!winchester #sister!winchester #supernatural

[aspenmissing]

𝙰𝚜𝚢𝚕𝚞𝚖 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

“No, Dad was in California last we heard from him. We just thought...he comes to you for 'munitions.... maybe you've seen him in the last few weeks. Just, call us if you hear anything" Sam says into the phone. Dean and Theo are sitting off to the side talking.

"Kay"

"Thanks"

"You bet" Sam puts the phone down and looks to Dean and Theo.

"Caleb hasn't heard from him?" Theo asks.

"Nope. And neither has Jefferson on Pastor Jim. What about the journal? Anything leads in there?"

"No, same as last time I looked. Nothing I can make out...I love the guy, but I swear, he writes like friggin' Yoda"

"You know, maybe we should call Feds. File a missing person's"

"We're talked about this. Dad will be pissed if we put the Feds on his tail" Dean says.

"I don't care anymore" Theo's phone then rings. She crosses the room "After all that happened back in Kansas, I mean...he should've been there, Dean. You and Theo said it yourselves. You try to call him and... nothing?"

"We know!" She rummages through her duffel "Where the hell is my phone?"

"You know, he could be dead for all we know" Sam says.

"Don't say that! He's not dead! He's-he's..."

"He's what? He's hiding? He's busy?" Theo finds her phone and flicks it open.

"Huh. I don't believe it" Theo says quietly.

"What?" Sam asks.

"It’s, uh...It's a text message. It's coordinates"

==

A while later Dean is typing on the laptop.

"You think Dad was texting us?" Sam asks.

"He's given us coordinates before" Dean replies

"The man can barely work a toaster, Dean"

"Sam, it's good news! It means he's okay, or alive at least"

"Well, was there a number on the caller ID?"

"Nah, it said 'unknown" Theo says,

"Well, where do the coordinates point?" Sam asks.

"That's the interesting part. Rockford, Illinois"

"Ok, and that's interesting how?"

"I checked the local Rockford paper. Take a look at this. This cop, Walter Kelly, comes home from his shift, shoots his wife, then puts the gun in his mouth, blows his brains out. And earlier that night, Kelly and his partner responded to a call at the Roosevelt Asylum"

"Okay, I'm not following. What has this have to do with us?"

"Dad earmarked the same asylum in the journal. Let's see..." Theo says grabbing the journal and skipping through the pages "Here. Seven unconfirmed sightings, two deaths-till last week at last. I think this is where he wants us to go" Sam snorts

"This is a job...Dad wants us to work a job"

"Well, maybe we'll meet up with him? Maybe he's there?"

"Maybe he's not? I mean, he could be sending us there, by ourselves, to hunt this thing"

"Who cared! If he wants us there, it's good enough for me!" Dean says.

"This doesn't strike you as weird? The texting? The coordinates?" Sam asks.

"Sam! Dad's tellin' us to go somewhere, we're goin'" Sam gives Dean a bitchface and then looks at Theo with his famous puppy dog eyes, but she shrugs.

==

"You're Daniel Gunderson. You're a cop, right?" Dean asks, walking over to a man who's sitting at a table.

"Yeah" Daniel replies.

"Huh. I'm uh, Nigel Tufnel, The Chicago Tribune. Mind if I ask you a couple of questions, about your partner?"

"Yeah, I do. I'm just tryin' to have a beer here"

"That's okay, I swear it won't take that long. I just want to get the story in your words"

"A week ago, my partner was sitting in that chair. Now he's dead. You gonna ambush me here?"

"Sorry. But I need to know what happened" Sam walks in pushing Dean aside roughly.

"Hey buddy, why don't you leave the poor guy alone! The man's an officer! Why don’t you show a little respect!" Theo then comes over.

"Woah! What the hell man, don't push my brother. Nigel! Come on, we're getting out of here" Dean pauses, staring, then walks away following Theo.

"You didn't have to do that" Daniel says.

"Yeah, course I did. That guy's a serious jerk. If it wasn't for his sister, there was no telling what I would have done. Let me buy you a beer, huh?" Sam looks at the barman "Two?"

"Thanks"

==

Sam walks out of the bar and over to Dean and Theo who are sitting on the hood of the Impala.

"Shoved me kinda hard in there, buddy boy" Dean says.

"I had to sell it, didn't I? It's method acting"

"Huh?"

"Never mind"

"What'd you find out from Gunderson?" Theo asks.

"So, Walter Kelly was a good cop. Head of his class, even-keeled, he had a bright future ahead of him"

"What about home?"

"He and his wife had a few fights, like everybody, but he was mostly smooth sailing. They were even talking about having kids" Sam says.

"Alright, so either Kelly had some deep-seated crazy waiting to bust out, or something else did it to him"

"Right"

"What'd Gunderson tell you about the asylum?" Dean asks.

"A lot."

==

Arriving at the asylum, Sam, Theo and Dean jump over the tall chain linked fence at the asylum and enter.

"So apparently the cops chased the kids here.... into the south wing" Sam indicates a sign over one door.

"South wing, huh? Wait a second" She flips through John's journal "1972. Three kids broke into the south wing, only one survived. Way, he tells it, one of his friends went nuts and started lightning up the place" Theo says.

"So, whatever's going on, the south wing is the heart of it"

"But if the kids are spelunking the asylum, why aren't there a ton more deaths?" Dean says. Sam looks around and he notices the broken chain.

"Looks like the doors are usually chained. Could've been chained up for years"

"Yeah, to keep people out...Or to keep something in" Theo says. The three looks at each other, then Sam slowly pushes the door open. They walk down a hallway.

"Let me know if you see any dead people, Haley Joel" Dean says.

"Dude enough"

"I'm serious. You gotta be careful, all right? Ghosts are attracted to that whole ESP thing you got going on"

"I told you, it's not ESP! I just have strange vibes sometimes. Weird dreams"

"Yeah, whatever. Don't ask, don't tell"

"You get any reading on that thing or not?" Sam asks.

"Nope. Of course, it doesn't mean no one's home"

"Spirits can't appear during certain hours of the day"

"Yeah, the freaks come out at night"

"Yeah"

"Hey Sam, who do you think is the hotter psychic: Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt, or you?" Sam pushed Dean, who laughs, joined by Theo.

==

"Man. Electro-shock. Lobotomies. They did some twisted stuff to these people. Kinda like my man Jack in Cuckoo's Nest" Dean makes crazy eyes and grins at Sam and Theo. She elbows him, smiling, whereas Sam ignores him and Dean's smile drops. They look around some more.

"So Whaddaya think? Ghosts possessing people?" Theo asks.

"Maybe. Or maybe it's more like Amityville, or the Smurl hunting"

"Spirits driving them insane. Kinda like my man Jack in The Shining" Dean says grinning.

"Dean" Sam says making Dean look at him "When are we going to talk about it?"

"Talk about what?"

"About the fact Dad's not here"

"Oh. I see. How 'bout...never"

"I'm being serious, man. He sent us here..."

"So am I, Sam. Look, he sent us here, he obviously wants us here. We'll pick up the search later" Dean says.

"It doesn't matter what he wants"

"See. That attitude? Right there? That is why we always get the extra cookie" Dean says gesturing between himself and Theo.

"Dad could be in trouble, we should be looking for him. We deserve some answers, Dean. I mean, this is our family we're talking about"

"We understand that, Sam, but he's given us an order" Theo says.

"So, what, we gotta always follow Dad's orders?"

"Of course, we do" Sam gives Dean a frustrated face. Dean stares at him then turns away, ending the conversation. Theo gives Sam a sad look and also turns around. "'Sanford Ellicott'...You know what we gotta do. We gotta find out more about the south wing. See if something happened here" Dean and Theo walks away, leaving the sign with Sam, who stares down at it with a bitchface.

==

Sam sits on a couch flicking through a magazine. A man comes to the open door. The sigh on the door reads 'Dr James Ellicott, Clinical Psychiatry'"

"Sam Winchester?"

"That's me"

"Come on in" The two move into another room.

"Thanks again for seeing me last minute. Dr... Ellicott. Ellicott, that name. Wasn't there a... a Dr. Sanford Ellicott? Yeah, he was a chief psychiatrist somewhere" Sam says looking around the room.

"My father was chief of staff at the old Roosevelt Asylum. How did you know?"

"Ah. Well, I'm sorta...a local history buff. Hey, wasn't there, an incident or something? In the hospital, I guess. In the south wing, right?"

"We're on your dollar, Sam. We're here to talk about you"

"Oh, okay. Yeah, yeah. Sure"

"So. How's things?" Ellicott asks.

"Ah, things are good, doctor"

"Good. Whatcha been doing?"

"Ahh, same old. I just been on a... on a road trip with my brother and sister"

"Was that fun?" There's a long pause

"Loads. Umm. You know, we...ahh...we...met...a lot of ...interesting people. Did a lot of ...ah...interesting things...ahhh. You know? What was it exactly that happened in the south wing? I forget..."

"Look, if you're a local history buff, you know all about the Roosevelt riot"

"The riot. Well, no. I know. I'm just curious"

"Sam. Let's cut the bull, shall we. You're avoiding the subject"

"What subject?" Sam asks.

"You. Now I'll make you a deal. I'll tell you all about the Roosevelt riot, if you tell me something honest about yourself. Like, uh, this brother and sister you're road tripping with. How do you feel about them?" Sam looks a little freaked out.

==

Outside Dean is leaning against the glass window next to the door, Theo next to him, both looking bored. Sam walks past, the twins catch up and matches his pace.

"Dude! You were in there forever. What the hell were you talking about?" Theo asks.

"Just the hospital, you know"

"And...?"

"And the south wing? It's where the housed the really hard cases. The psychotics, the criminally insane"

"Sound crazy" Dean says.

"Yeah. And one night in '64, they rioted. Attacked staff. Attacked each other"

"So, the patients took over the asylum?" Dean asks.

"Apparently"

"Any deaths?"

"Some patients, some staff. I guess it was pretty gory. Some of the bodies were never even recovered, including our chief of staff, Ellicott" Sam says.

"Whaddaya mean, never recovered?" Theo asks, looking confused.

"Cops scoured every inch of the place but I guess the patients must've...stuffed the bodies somewhere hidden"

"That's grim"

"Yeah. So, they transferred all the remaining patients and closed the hospital down"

"So, to sum it up, we've got a bunch of violent deaths and a bunch of unrecovered bodies"

"And a bunch of angry spirits"

"Good times. Let's check out the hospital tonight"

==

Back at the entrance of the Asylum. Sam pushed the door, Dean and Theo beside him. Sam is holding a video camera; Theo's got a flashlight and Dean has an EMF meter.

"Getting readings?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, big time"

"This place is orbing like crazy"

"Probably multiple spirits out and about"

"And if these uncovered bodied are causing the haunting..."

"We gotta find 'em and burn 'em. Just be careful though. The only thing that makes me more nervous than a pissed off spirit... is the pissed off spirit of a psycho killer" They keep walking. The three-keep looking and move into separate rooms. After a minute Sam sees an old woman through the video lens.

"Dean?! Theo?!" Sam shouts. The twins run into the room, Dean rummaging in his bag at the same time "Shotgun!"

"Sam, get down!" Dean shouts. Sam throws himself on the ground. Dean shoots the woman and she disintegrates. They look around, gasping.

"That was weird" Sam says.

"Yeah. You're telling us" Dean says. Dean starts moving out of the room, followed by Theo then Sam.

"No, Dean, I mean it was weird that she didn't attack me"

"Looked pretty aggro from where I was standing"

"She didn't hurt me. She didn't even try! So, if she didn't wanna hurt me then what did she want?" A noise comes from a room they are passing. Dean immediately raises his shotgun and Theo flicks on the torch and shines it into the room and Sam stands between the two. They approach a metal bed covered in a ragged sheet, on its side. They see the top of a blond head behind it. They brace themselves. Sam reaches out and tips the bed over to see a girl is crouched facing the corner. She spins around, terrified and gasping.

"It's alright, we're not going to hurt you. It's okay. What's your name?"

"Katherine. Kat"

"Okay. I'm Dean, this is Sam and Theo"

"What are you doing here!?" Sam asks.

"Um. My boyfriend, Gavin"

"Is he here?" Theo asks.

"Somewhere. He thought it would be fun, try and see some ghosts. I thought it was all just...you know. Pretend. I've seen things. I heard Gavin scream and..."

"Alright. Kat? Come on. Sam's gonna get you out of here and then we're gonna find your boyfriend"

"No! No. I'm not going to leave without Gavin. I'm coming with you"

"It's no joke around here, okay. It's dangerous" Dean says.

"That's why I gotta find him" Dean, Theo and Sam look at each other. Sam shrugs.

"Alright, I guess we gonna split up then. Let's go" Dean says

#Supernatural #Oldest Sister Winchester #Sister!Winchester #Oc Insert #Fanfiction #Supernatural Fanfiction #Supernatural Fandom

[book-place-incorrect-quotes]

Y/N: Can I have more some candy, De?

Dean: What did Sam say?

Y/N: He said no

Dean: Then why would I say yes?

Y/N: Cause he’s not the boss of you

Dean: *internally* It’s a trap, it’s a trap, it’s a-

#supernatural incorrect quotes #spn incorrect quotes #supernatural #spn #spn x reader #supernatural x reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader platonic #dean winchester x sister reader #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x sister reader #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader platonic

[supernaturalfreewill]

"Benny?" You pulled the motel room door open more widely. "What the hell are you doing here? Dean is next door," you said.

He shifted, looking nervous in a way you'd never seen him before. "I didn't come here to talk to Dean," he said. Something about the way he said it, settled heavily over you.

"Oh." It spilled out of your mouth at the same time your brain seemed to guess the meaning behind his words.

He ducked his head, fiddling with his hat in them now. "Could I come in? Or are you gonna keep me out here on the threshold all night?" he drawled, a small smile in his voice even through his nerves.

You blushed and stepped back to let him inside. "No. No, please. Come in."

You and Benny? Did he really return the feelings you'd tried so hard to pretend you didn't have? And what would your brothers have to say about you falling for a vampire? Ah, well... who cares. You shut out the night and turned to meet his bright blue eyes with a nervous smile of your own.

Happy Supporting Character Saturday!

#sister!winchester #benny lafitte x reader #supernatural imagines #benny x you #benny x reader #spn drabbles

[hrast-ika]

gaslighting all of you (and myself) into thinking this was the real spn finale, where the fam and wayward sisters go to the beach and have a good ol time (i am never gonna finish these so i might as well post them on this special day)

#spn #supernatural #the real spn finale #nov 5th #my art #my stuff #destiel #fanart #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #jack kline #wayward sisters #eileen leahy #deancas #digital art

[babyinatrenchcoat]

Just a Greaser (Pt.1 REWRITE) - Castiel x Reader AU

Summary: Alternate universe where Cas is a Square and Y/N is a Greaser

Pairing: Teen!Cas x Teen!Reader (Sister!Winchester)

Warnings: Bad grammar (it’s intentional), smoking

Word count: 2299

A/N: I started writing this in high school and never finished it, but I got the idea for it after watching Cry-Baby and realizing that I've never seen a Greaser x Square story where the girl is the Greaser. I only wrote two parts, but I decided to edit them a little bit before making any new parts. I hope you enjoy!

You stand in the alley between the old antique shop and the apartment building with your crew. You don't know exactly how this became your hangout spot considering that Jo's the only one that lives in the apartments. The rest of you live in the little houses a ways down the street. 'The rest of you' being Sam, Dean, Benny, and yourself. Sam and Dean's dad was gracious enough to take you in when your parents died a few years back. Granted, he's never there, so really you figure your presence doesn't affect him much. Benny lives next door to you with his mom.

You and the boys have been buddies since grade school. You'll never forget them saying that they've "never met a girl this cool." You're inseparable. But Greasers always stick together. You have to have each other's backs. If you don't, no one will.

"Hey, Dean, you got a smoke?" You ask.

"Yeah," he answers. He takes his arm off Jo's shoulders to reach into his jacket pocket. He gets out the pack and tosses it to you. Then he returns his arm to its place around Jo.

Jo and Dean have been together for about a year now. They're perfect for each other, really. She's got just as much of a mouth as he does. And he's capable of being nice around her mom, Ellen. You know that Dean is a good guy anyway, but it's really hard to get on Ellen's good side. But Jo has been part of the crew since you and Sam were 13. You're the "babies" of the group, only being sophomores this year. Jo is a senior, and Benny and Dean got out of high school last year.

"Dad'll skin you alive if you come home smellin' like smoke, kid," Sam says.

You roll your eyes as you take a drag. "No he won't. He's never there, he won't ever know."

"Maybe, but you're supposed to be the good one," he counters. "The one who stays outta trouble."

You chuckle. "Yeah, 'cause I've done such a good job of that." Dean, Benny, and Jo laugh, and you take another drag. "Dean smokes. And does John say a word? No, because he's never home. And when he is, he's not payin' enough attention to any of us to notice if we smell like smoke or not. So lighten up, big brother." The boys have always been like brothers to you. And since you've started living with them, they've only become more so.

Sam shrugs. "Your funeral."

"Hey, hey, check out the Square," Dean says.

The group looks up to see a boy with black hair speed-walking on the opposite side of the street. His hands are shoved into the pockets of his khakis, and he keeps his head down. You can almost physically feel his fear from where you stand.

"The hell is he doing out here?" Jo says. "Doesn't he know this is Greaser territory?"

The five of you instinctively take a step closer to the street, preparing for trouble. The boy looks up in your direction, but keeps walking. Now that you see his face, you recognize him as a boy in your class. He's not like most of the other Squares in the school. He's quiet and keeps to himself. You struggle to remember his name. Cassidy? Casper? Cassius? Something like that.

"Why don't we go find out?" Benny says, stepping forward. There's a wicked grin on his face.

"No, don't," you say, looking at the boy. "He's cool." Then you step onto the street and make your way towards him, taking one last drag of your smoke before flicking it onto the pavement. This time of night, not many cars are driving around, so there's no need to worry about crossing the street.

"Y/N!" Dean whisper yells.

You swat your hand at him, still walking. Finally, you catch up to the boy. "What do you think you're doing here, Square?"

Your voice startles him. He nearly jumps out of his skin. "Please, I don't want any trouble." He continues walking.

You match his pace again, walking backwards so that you're facing him. "I don't want trouble either. I just want an answer." He glances at you but doesn't dare hold eye contact for long. "You're on our turf."

"I-I know. I'm just trying to get home. Please just leave me alone." The nerves are practically radiating off the kid. You've never met a Square so scared of a Greaser before.

"You don't live around here," you point out.

"My house is on the other side of this connecting street," he says, loosely pointing ahead of him. There's a road the runs perpendicular to the one you're currently walking down. On the other side of it is a large field, followed by what your crew knows as "the rich neighborhood." "This way is shorter."

"What, no fancy Mustang to take you home?"

The boy stops. "How'd you know my brother drives a Mustang?"

You shrug. "I recognize you. We go to school together. You're in the chess club."

Being face-to-face with him now, you can see his features more clearly. He's not a bad-looking kid. He's got the bluest eyes you've ever seen. Honestly, you've never been this close to him before. He sits on the other end of the classroom in every class you have together.

He soaks in your features too. He'd always noticed you from a distance, maybe even watched you, but never imagined he'd ever be this close to you. You're even more beautiful up close. But he’d never tell you that.

His current expression is absolutely perplexed, as he's surprised you know anything about him. He hesitates, scanning your eyes for some kind of motive. Some reason for you having any knowledge of his existence at all, let alone what clubs he's in. When he doesn't find anything, he finally speaks. "Yeah. That's right. Anyway, it's chess club that got me into this." He continues his trek down the sidewalk, less urgently this time. You follow beside him as he carries on. "We had a meeting today, and my brother forgot me. Or maybe he left me on purpose. I don't know anymore. It happens a lot." He rubs the back of his neck in shame.

You can't hold back the disgust that crosses your face. "Wow. Your brother sounds like a real germ." All you can think is that Dean would never do something like that to you or Sam. Hell or high water, he would never abandon you.

He shrugs. "He's the favorite, so there's nothing I can say. Anyway, I stayed to play a game or two with my friend Charlie, thinking maybe he'd show up. We lost track of time. He didn't show, so here I am."

"Who is he?" You ask. "Your brother." Part of you wants to know who to watch out for. Anybody that could treat their own blood like that has gotta be bad news.

"You've probably heard of him. Everyone has. Lucifer," he answers. The name rings a bit of a bell, but you've never come across him personally. All you know for sure is that he's gotten tied to more than a few school pranks. "But there's also Gabriel, then our oldest brother Michael," he says.

"You've got three brothers?" You say. He nods. "Man. I can barely stand two. I can't imagine throwing another in the mix."

"Well they are Greasers," he chuckles.

You purse your lips and look down, disappointed. It seems he's not as different as you thought. "Right," you say. Then you turn around, without a word, and take a step back to your friends, keeping your eyes on your feet.

"Wait, wait! I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, I just..." You turn around to face him again. "I'm just used to having to talk like that around my family, I guess. I'm sure your brothers are great. Wh-who are they? Maybe I know them."

If there's one thing you've learned about high school, it's that you can't trust anybody. He may be a quiet little chess kid, but who are you to say for sure that it's not some kind of act? This guy is obviously rich. If you tell him anything, there's nothing stopping him from running off to Daddy and telling him all about how Sam and Dean's little adopted sister terrorized him on his way home from chess club. That, or he'll say it was them directly. You can only guess what sort of hell would follow that. Hell no. You're not selling your brothers out like that.

"Nah, you wouldn't know 'em," you say as casually as you can muster. You look over your shoulder towards your hangout spot. Dean sees you and puts his arms out by his sides to silently ask "what are you doing?" You shrug one shoulder, then turn back around. "Anyway, I should go." You turn on your heel and head back toward your crew.

"Hey, wait!" The kid says. You only turn back slightly this time, keeping your body sideways and only turning your head to him. "I've never met a Greaser who wasn't looking for trouble," he starts. "What's your name?"

You smile a bit. "Y/N."

"I'm Castiel. It's nice to meet you."

You nod and your smile grows. "Nice to meet you too, kid."

When you get back across the street, you can tell that Dean is fighting off the urge to smack you upside the head before he even speaks. "What the hell were you thinking?! That Square could've pummeled you just for approaching him!"

You raise an eyebrow. "That Square," you say, pointing over your shoulder to Castiel, "wouldn't have touched me. And anyway, I could've taken him."

"Y/N, if you ever pull a stunt like that again, I'll kill you," he replies, his jaw clenched in a scowl.

His little intimidation act has never worked on you. You know he'd never hurt you even if he wanted to. You just roll your eyes and start to walk down the street. They all follow.

"Why? You wanted to know why he was here, so I found out. Big whoop," you sass. "Besides. You're the one that didn't follow me."

Dean sighs. "Because I know you can handle yourself. That doesn't change the fact that shouldn't go running up to every Square you see."

You halt in front of him and whip yourself around. "He was one kid, D! And he's a little chess club kid, anyway. Never fought a day in his life. So cool it." You spin back around and keep walking.

"So why was he out here?" Benny asks after a moment of silence.

"His brother left him at school after a chess club meeting," you explain.

"Chess club at 7 o'clock?" Sam asks.

"Like I said, he got ditched. He said he was hanging with a friend waiting for his ride that never showed."

"How come he didn't get a ride from his little friend then?" Benny asks.

Your patience grows thinner by the second. "I don't know, Benny," you say, intentionally making your tone sound as annoyed as possible.

Jo chimes in now. "Wait, what's his brother's name?"

Unfortunately for them, that's the final straw. You stop dead in your tracks and swing around so that you're facing all of them. "Jesus, are you guys writing a book?!"

Everyone abruptly stops, colliding into one another a bit to keep a space between you and the group. Being the only two to have witnessed your anger at its peak, Sam and Benny exchange a silent glance and each take a small step away from you. If anyone was going to be on the receiving end of what was to come if you got anymore pissed, it was not going to be them.

Jo, on the other had, isn't scared of you. Nor should she be. She's the only one in your crew you'd never want to tussle with. And she knows it. "Seriously, who's his brother?" She asks. "I think I might know who that kid is."

You sigh, encouraging your patience to come back. "His brother's name is Lucifer. I didn't get his last name."

"I knew it," Jo says. "That kid is a menace, Y/N. Really lives up to his name. And Dean, their older brother is the guy you beat up last year. Michael." You detect something in Jo when she says the name. Something similar to fear, but she's fighting to keep it from showing through.

"Wait, that's the same Michael?" You ask, deciding to table your curiosity about Jo.

A new expression you've never seen on Dean envelopes his face. Hatred. He's had his issues with people in the past, but you've never known him to all out hate somebody. His voice is low and stern. "Y/N, don't you ever talk to that kid again, you get me?"

Despite his demeanor, you challenge him. "Why the hell not?"

"Because for one, he's a Square!" His voice booms now. "Squares don't hang with Greasers no how, they got precious reputations to keep! And two, his brother was an ass, and if his brother's an ass, that makes him an ass, and my baby sis won't hang around livestock! Not while I'm around." Then he storms off, brushing your shoulder as he passes.

Who the hell does he think he is? As much as you respect your oldest brother, you hate being bossed around twice that. Who is he to tell you what you can and can't do? You'll talk to whoever you damn well please. And you'd like to see him try and stop you.

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POV: Dating Dean Winchester....

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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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