#sisterwinchester

[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. 

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[cascigarette]

the thing about sisterwinchester fics is that dean needs to be even worse about being parentified. like imagine him with a little sister that he also had to raise alongside sam. the absolute disorders

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[mlovesstories]

Giving Them a Christmas

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@encounterthepast​: How Dean and Sam react to being given a proper Christmas.  

Sam: 10

Dean: 14

Older Sister: 20

Characters: Bobby, YN (older sister), Dean, Sam, and mentions of John

Warning: Mean Dean, Dean’s a Scrooge, Bobby’s discipline (I guess?) 

Words: 600

“Let’s go! It’s freezing, and I have a surprise for you.” YN wiped her feet on the rug right inside Bobby’s house. 

Sam stopped, Dean running into him.

A Christmas tree. And lights. Ornaments. 

The Winchester sister turned to look at the boys’ reaction to her hard work. Sam froze with his mouth open in shock. Dean rolled his eyes. 

I just wanted to give them an actual Christmas. Not good enough for Dean. Again. 

“It’s perfect, YN!” Sam ran into her arms. 

“Sure, Sam. Glad you like it.”

Dean shoulder-checked Sam, almost knocking him and their older sister over as he carried his backpack up the stairs.

“What’s wrong with Dee?” 

“He’s being a Scrooge today. It’s okay. Look, I got you something.” YN moved out of the way so that he could see the gifts under the tree. There was one with a big ‘S’ on the front. He reached for it and ripped it open. 

“The whole series of Chronicles of Narnia?” Sam gasped. “Thank you, sissy!” 

“You’re welcome, Sammy.” She kissed the top of his head. 

——————

“You made my house look like Santa’s workshop!” Bobby groaned as he came home after a hunt. 

“Don’t be a grinch, Uncle Bobby. I did it for them,” YN smiled, knowing he wasn’t actually mad. “They need a Christmas. Dad’s not here. We can celebrate without his negative attitude toward it. You should have seen Sam’s face. Totally worth it.”

“And Dean?” Bobby cocker an eyebrow. 

“Not thrilled.” I answered. “It’s not Dad’s way. He doesn’t like it.” 

“Yeah, well, he’s being a brat.” Bobby sighed. “BOY! Get your butt down here!” 

“Bobby, don’t. I’ll talk to him late-“

Dean and Sam barreled down the stairs with guilty looks on their faces, knowing the oldest hunter was mad about something.

“Not you, Sam. Get upstairs,” Bobby shooed him away. Dean looked at the floor. “You PMSing, boy?” 

“What?” Dean’s head shot up. “No!” He replied with attitude. 

“Then why in the Sam Hill are you being rude to your sister? I won’t tolerate it in my house. Outside, now. Get your jacket on and grab the axe. I need some firewood.” 

“What?” Dean’s jaw dropped. 

“Come back in when you appreciate what people do for you.”

“I didn’t do anything!” 

“I’m trying to make up for Dad, and everything you respond with is rude!” YN yelled back. “No matter what I do, it’s not good enough. You don’t want a Christmas? Fine, but don’t you dare ruin it for your brother.” 

“Ugh!” Dean growled, grabbed his jacket off the hook, and he stomped out into the cold winter South Dakota weather. 

“He’s-“ 

“A rascal,” Bobby chuckled. “Yeah.”

———-

You done being an ass?” YN walked out onto the porch. Dean looked up from the piece of wood he was about to chop it in half, cheeks pink in color. 

“Dad’s not here, I get it. He didn’t celebrate Christmas, I get that too. But I wanted you guys to have a NORMAL Christmas. You always wanted one. Now you act like a butt? Really?” 

“Just because you make it cutesy doesn’t mean I should be happy,” Dean breathed heavily. 

“You’re right. But it also means you don’t get to be disrespectful. Finish that pile and you can come inside,” YN turned toward the door. 

“I’m sorry,” Dean apologized. 

“Keep going, Dean,” she said plainly and entered the house.  Dean huffed and threw the axe in the air to continue. 

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[protectivebrothersreturned]

You will always find your way home Pt 1

Sister Winchester

Y/N x John Winchester

- After a failed hunt, John throws you out and two years later you never looked back until you hear some ground shaking news from an unexpected person from your father’s past.

- lol I forgot how to do this so probs will add the full list of tags in a little while. Also I’m back to be being a rookie so sorry if this is shit hopefully I can get the vibes going again where I’ll actually have Sam and dean in it in part two x kinda just wanted to see if anyone remembered me from the first protective brothers page after I deleted it (sorry about that btw) ————————————————————

After all this time all the highways looks like the same streach of road you had been beating for the past two years in a never ending loop. Around and around, running away telling yourself the grass will be greener around the next corner. You thought this is what you wanted. The freedom of living the life you chose.

You still remember the night you left. He taunted you to leave, your own father, shouting with spit flying in his rage. All because you wouldn’t stab the demon that possessed a girl the who looked so similar to you, young, trapped, fearful. The demon took your humanity as a weakness so as you lowered your weapon, he spun her neck around for good measure as you screamed and it escaped into the night.

You still remember your father’s words so clearly, “Fuck Y/N, what am I always telling Stan first, ask questions later. I always knew you weren’t cut out for this life. You didn’t inherit the backbone the boys have. You never listen and see what happens! The girl is dead and the demon got away again because of your weakness. You’ll never be a Winchester” he screamed, “You’ll never be a hunter and you are definitely not my daughter!So just go, leave, I can’t even look at you I’m so disgusted and disappointed, just go and live the apple pie life, if you can even handle that!”

You trembled on the spot in shock, fear and rage. So you did exactly what he told you to. Picked up your few belongings and left without a word. You pushed past him whilst pushing away the tears that betrayed you to fall free, you couldn’t show you how much he was breaking your heart. You didn’t put up a fight because you knew that’s what he wanted, and you knew that’d drive him crazy. You also grabbed his keys and stole Baby in spite and left skidding the tires on the way out with him cursing you as he became smaller and smaller in the review mirror. The further you left him in the distance you felt a lightness lifting but what about the boys? They had no idea of what had happened, they were on their own hunt in the south, oblivious to their family being torn apart.

At the start they thought you were just blowing off steam, you didn’t return their calls you were still furious and ashamed to leave the boys. They thought that you would be back in a week, okay maybe two? A month? 6 months? and then next thing you knew it had been 2 years of blowing off steam had gone by.

On your own, you did try to have a somewhat normal life. But it was never that easy. You got a job, even fell in love not for long anyways. You couldn’t help but shake the ghosts that lurked in the shadows of your mind. The worry crept up and you couldn’t believe how selfish you were to leave the boys that night. One night in a lifetime to change everything. You had to leave though, you couldnt stay. But it was the boys that you thought of constantly, where were they? Were they angry at her still? Would they ever have her back? Were they still the same protective brother she had left behind so long ago?

I’m your regular change of town, you were gracing in an grocery aisle when you saw in your periphery a woman look at you and have a double take. She walked up with some urgency “Winchester? Y/N Winchester?”. “Yes”, you said slightly off guard by her approach. “You are so much bigger from last time I saw you dear, in the fleas that is” she smiled. Taking a step back with your hunter instincts peeking up thinking something wasn’t quite right “come again?” You utter. “Oh sweet pea I’m not a demon don’t worry. Don’t you remember I’m your father’s medium. Oh and I’m so sorry about what happened to him it was so awful, the boys were devastated of course-“, “Sorry what? What happened to my father?” You stressed. Her face dropped “oh darling I thought you knew, I couldn’t see you for so long but I thought the boys would have told you... your father made a deal...” your heart skipped a beat and your legs felt like they were jelly. Your head raced with emotions of regret, anger and grief. “I’m sorry I have to go” is all you could utter as you dropped your basket and stumbled out the door with tears welling and running down your face. You found baby in the parking lot and just like on the night you last saw your father alive you did the exact same thing, you ran away. But this time you knew where you were going. Home to the ones you should have never left in the first place.

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[thewinsister]

you don’t know real fear until your mom threatens to give away your pets

#h #tbh #do you #know #how many times #i got scared #cause my mom #got mad at me #and threatened #to give them away #? #that shit #is horrible #sisterwinchester #THE WINSISTER

[obsessedwiththewinchesters1700]

The Youngest Winchester

Hey everyone this is my first fanfic I am just testing this out I’ve written fanfic before but not for supernatural just for 5 seconds of summer so here goes nothing:

“Y/N!!” Your older brother Sam yelled at you startling you awake from yet another nightmare. Sitting up and rubbing your eyes you saw a very worried Sam looking deep into your tired eyes and you sighed seeing that it was still dark out you said to sam: “Sorry Sammy I didn’t mean to wake you up again some of us have to get some sleep if we hope to take down that vamp nest tomorrow” Sam looked at you and could tell through your demeanor that you were terrified of the nightmare you had just had and were trying to play it off like you were fine like you always did he smiled sympathetically at you and you knew what he was about to say before he even said it: “It’s ok kiddo and don’t worry about that vamp nest at least Dean will be fully charged for tomorrow….” he chuckled gesturing to a sleeping Dean who was exhausted from being up all of the night before because of your nightmares sam continued saying: “listen y/n I think it’s about time we talked about these nightmares of yours I….” you interrupted him saying: “Definitely not Sam I don’t like talking about my feelings and my nightmares and before you say it cause I know you will I don’t want to talk bout my boyfriend’s death with you either ok goodnight!” You had done it now you snapped at one of the only people who cared about how you felt and you felt terrible but you couldn’t control it so you rolled over and heard sam say very softly: “um ok, but if you ever want to talk let me know goodnight bug” he placed a soft kiss to your head going to lay in his own bed leaving you to stifle your sobs and try to regain your composure enough to fall back asleep sleep soon overtook your frightened body again putting you back into another nightmare but this one, this one was different… …(Dream)… You were on a hunt you and your boyfriend Evan had been hunting the shifter that killed his mom and falsely put his dad behind bars you had just killed the damn thing but when you turned to look at your boyfriend hoping to see a happy overjoyed Evan you saw the worst thing that could have happened turned out the shifter had a friend he had been working with and that friend just stabbed Evan through his back and out his gut you screamed: “No, NO EVAN!” Blood trickled from his mouth as he collapsed on the floor in a fit of rage you picked up the silver blade about to kill the son of a bitch (like you usually do in your nightmare) but sam and Dean showed up and they killed it and came to comfort you but all three of you were ambushed by what seemed to be a nest of shifters you three fought off most of them until Sam got shot by an armed shifter you dropped your weapon running over to Sam who was now bleeding profusely from his chest hearing another gunshot you turned praying that it was Dean shooting a shifter and not the other way around you turned around to see you had guessed wrong and ran to Deans side sobbing …(End of Dream)… You were woken up by Dean yelling: “Y/N” You sat up saw Sam was sitting on the other side of the bed and Dean was standing beside the bed on your side you threw yourself into Sam’s arms and immediately started sobbing both sam and Dean tried their best to comfort you. After about 10 minutes of that chick flick moment you sat up from sam wiped your tears trying to act like that didn’t even happen you said to them softly: “I think I should go get ready so we can go those vamps aren’t going to gank themselves.” You got up gathered your things and went into the bathroom as soon as the door shut Sam and Dean started talking to each other about what they should and could do for you if there even was anything they could do they talked it over till you opened the door both boys stopped talking looking at you with saddened eyes they looked at you like you were broken (which you were) but you NEVER wanted them to see you that way you sighed running a hand through your chin length loose curly blonde hair sam and dean always said that you got your hair from your mom but you couldn’t remember what she looked like you were only a baby when she died. You looked up at them saying: “Ok I know I am not getting out of this one without having to have a chick flick moment with you guys but can we agree to just save it till after we kill these Vamps?” The boys looked at each other basically having a conversation telepathically which they always did and you knew they did then they looked at you and both nodded in agreement before sam said: “Ok, but-uh we ARE talking about this later.” You walked over to Sam locking your pinkies together saying: “Definitely, I pinky promise and you know I don’t break my pinky promises.” Then all three of you hopped into baby and were off you got to the abandoned warehouse where you guys had tracked the nest to. You arrived at the warehouse and got out of Baby you opened the trunk with the set of keys De had made for you and then the hatch to the false bottom using the rifle to prop it open you grabbed your Machete which had beautifully carved swirls into the oak finish on the handle the swirls were around the edge and then in the middle your initials were carved into it in cursive, it was an 11th birthday present from your dad it was a gift he gave you before he took you on your first vamp case it seems like that was ages ago as you hand your brother’s their machetes and closed the trunk heading over to the warehouse not far behind your brothers with your father no where to be found. You see he had disappeared, practically vanished off the face of the earth leaving his 3 children to fend for themselves granted we were old enough or so we thought but then again if he were around maybe Evan wouldn’t have died maybe Dad would have picked up on the thing we missed, the fact that there was a second shifter and he could have killed it then maybe, just maybe your Evan would still be alive today. You were snapped out of your thoughts as you entered the rickety old warehouse waiting for the vamps to start coming at you so you could get some of your frustration out as they did what you hoped they would you chopped the heads off those suckers with all the anger and frustration you had pent up inside you. You were more angry then you thought you were. Angry at yourself for being weak and showing your weakness to your brothers, angry at Your Dad for not being around when you needed him most. As you were venting your frustration you heard sam grunt in frustration turning from the vamp you had freshly chopped the head off of you saw a big bald, and ugly vamp had pinned your brother to the ground and had his sharp teeth bared Sam had his machete up and was pushing him away as best as he could but he was failing you raced over to them and before the vamp even knew what hit him you chopped his head off the head landed on sam then tumbled off and the body fell directly on sam who immediately threw it off and stood up wiping his face from the fresh vamp blood that had just splattered across it we both went to check on dean who was fighting off two vamps sam snuck up behind one and You snuck up behind the other, and you both took out the vamps before dean even knew what happened he chuckled and said: “Damn nice team work you guys!” You both laughed and you said: “Alright brothers of mine if that’s all of em let’s head on back to the motel!” (A/N: part 2? That part will strictly be fluff lol 😂)

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[winchester-books]

Happy Birthday

Based On: Supernatural

Characters: SisterWinchester, John, Sam, Dean

Warnings: Angst, Family-Abuse, Language, Horrible Parenting

Word Count: 1700

Summary: It’s Deans birthday and Y/N wants to get him something special. However, gets caught stealing and her father is furious.

A/N: please read warnings!! also this was originally planned to be posted on dean winchester’s birthday, but i never got a chance to finish it until now... oops. happy late super late birthday to a man who deserves happiness (even though happiness has nothing to do with this fic)

also i know it’s been so long since i’ve posted, im sorry for my hiatus, i’m hoping i’ll be able to write more these upcoming weeks! 💞

The police officer led you into the station and ordered you to sit in the hard metal chair next to his desk. The man sat down across from you, informing you that he was going to call your father as he picked up the phone.

You nodded absentmindedly, not really listening to what the cop was saying- you already knew what was going to happen.

You swallowed dryly, knowing that you had screwed up. You gripped the chair tightly, your nails digging into the cushion, as you strained to hear the conversation.

Maybe, just maybe Dean would be the one to pick up.

“Hello, is this Mr. Winchester?” The officer said as someone picked up the phone.

“Yes, can I help you?” John responded impatiently.

Your heart dropped immediately recognizing your father’s impatient and irritated tone.

“Yes,” The officer glanced over at you as he explained, “I’m calling about an issue concerning your daughter, Y/N, she’s gotten herself in some trouble. We’ve decided to let her off with a warning, but we still need you to come down to the station,”

Your grip on the chair tightened as you waited to hear your father’s response.

Nothing.

“Sir?” The officer asked.

“I’ll be there in a few minutes,” John said coldly.

You winced, you could already tell, he was furious.

“Thank you, sir-" Click. John hung up. The officer pulled the phone back, a little surprised that the man had just hung up on him like that. He shook it off and turned back to you, “Your father will be here soon,”

You nodded silently, mentally cursing yourself for getting caught.

It was stupid.

All you had been trying to do was get your little brother Dean a gift for his birthday.

A stupid car magazine and a candy bar.

A lame excuse for a present, it wasn’t even a good gift- you had no clue what normal 9 year old boys liked to do for fun, but it didn’t matter because neither did Dean.

It was a dumb thing to do, and you knew that Dean wasn’t expecting anything, but you had felt bad. This year, John hadn’t even mentioned Dean’s birthday- he must’ve of forgotten. When the cashier saw you walk out of the store with a candy bar sticking out of your back pocket and a copy of Car and Driver Magazine stuffed not-so-discreetly under your t-shirt, he yelled for you to stop. You got scared and you ran, so he called the cops.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t stolen anything before, but this time had been different.

The things you usually stole were always necessary. Just a few pieces of bread or an apple or two so you and your brothers could get by while your father was on a hunt.

You looked up at the sound of the door swinging open. Your father strode in and you immediately dropped your eyes back to the floor, not daring to look at him. He nodded emotionlessly to the officer a a greeting, sitting himself into the seat next to you.

“I’m afraid I caught your daughter stealing from the market on the corner earlier today,”

John stayed silent as the officer explained.

“I’ve spoke to her, and we both think a warning is sufficient enough-”

“What did she steal?” John questioned, interrupting the officer.

“A candy bar and and a magazine,” the man responded, seemly a little intimidated by John.

You didn’t look up, but you could feel your father’s angry glare burning into your back, “So, it’s just a warning- does that mean I can take her home now?” John asked, already standing up.

“Umm-“ The officer’s hesitation received an intimidating stare from John. The officer shifted uncomfortably, loosening his collar, “Uh, Y-yes, you’re both free to go. Just no more warnings,”

You nodded, but you weren’t really listening to what the man was saying. You were trying to prepare yourself for the punishment you were going to face when you got back to the motel room.

John put his hand on your shoulder, guiding you out the door and into the Impala. He didn’t say anything on the ride back to the motel. He stared straight ahead, his knuckles turning white as he harshly gripped his steering wheel. He skidded into the parking lot and turned the Impala off. He opened the door, not even glancing your way, “Get inside,” he ordered.

You did as you were told, following him into the dirty motel room. Sam sat quietly coloring while Dean stood at the little table pouring cereal into two bowls he had set out for him and his little brother.

“Dad!” Sam called, a smile across his face.

John didn’t even glance towards him, he stared down at Dean sternly, “Take your brother and leave. Y/N and I are going to have a talk,”

Dean gave you a concerned look, “Dad, I just make me and Sammy dinner-” It was a flimsy excuse, but he tried to help you.

“I said get out.” John repeated, more force behind his words this time.

“Y-Yes sir,” Dean nodded, quickly dragging Sam outside with him.

The second the door shut, John turned, glaring down at you, “You interrupted my hunt,” he said coldly.

You opened your mouth, trying to find anything to say to calm your father down.

“You could’ve been arrested- you could’ve gotten me arrested,” he barked, taking a step towards you. “All for a fucking candy bar and a dumb magazine?” He fumed. You winced when he took another step towards you.

You stumble over your words, “I was... I just wanted to-“ John smacked his hand across your cheek. You stopped mid-sentence, feeling the hot sting on your face. You winced, your hand immediately reaching to the spot he hit.

“Do you really think I care?” He snarled and you took a step back, refusing to let the tears welling in your eyes fall.

You didn’t respond- afraid that if you said anything you’d only end up saying something that would make it worse for you.

He lunged forward, shoving you backwards, hard. You stumbled back, your hands flailing around as they tried to find something to stop your fall. You fell onto the ground, smacking your head on the dusty couch on the way down.

“I asked you a question!” John roared. You held your breath, trying to forget about the splitting pain in your head as you looked up at your father towering above you.

“No,” you shook your head, “No-No Sir,” you quickly corrected. You pulled your hand away from your throbbing temple, grimacing when you saw blood.

Your father didn’t seem to care, “If you ever get caught doing anything like that again, you’re out,” he said, his glare never faltering.

“I’m out?” You asked cautiously, still careful to not upset him.

“Out of the family,” he said bluntly, “I’ll take Sam and Dean and leave you wherever you stand,”

You knew your father could be harsh, but this was a whole other level. You wanted to scream at him and hit him back, but you found yourself nodding and replying, “Yes Sir,” in a hallow voice.

He ordered you to clean yourself up, muttering something about going to get a drink before he left the room and your brothers ran back inside.

You turned away, trying to hide the cut on your head and the red handprint across your cheek.

“Y/N/N, Com’ere,” Dean said, taking a few steps towards you.

You didn’t face him. You didn’t want to worry him, you were fine. Dean grabbed your shoulder, forcing you to face him.

His eyes filled with pity for you as he looked at your wounds, “Sammy, get a washcloth and some water,” Dean told him as he continued inspecting your face.

You watched him, the worry and anger etched into his small face. He was only nine years old, but he was aged well beyond his years, “Dean, it’s not that bad,” you pushed his hand away, but he ignored your protests and started wiping away some of the blood with the washcloth Sam had retrieved.

“What happened?” Sam asked curiously, looking up at you with wide eyes.

“Nothing Sammy,” you and Dean said in unison.

“But-“

“Go to bed Sammy, I need to talk to Y/N/N,” Dean ordered.

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments as dean continued to work on your face. He wiped across one of the cuts on your face, causing you to wince.

“Sorry,” Dean apologized as he kept working.

You shook your head, laughing a little to yourself, “You know, I’m the big sister. I’m supposed to be taking care of you and Sammy, not the other way around,”

“You take care of us enough,” Dean assured, “We’ve gotta be ther for you too,” the room fell back into silence besides Sam’s soft snoring. “What’s Dad mad about this time?” Dean said quietly after a few moments.

You sighed as Dean finished bandaging the last cut on your face, “I screwed up... I almost got arrested,”

Dean furrowed his brows, “What’d you do? Did you steal something? I thought we had enough food-”

“We do. I just,” you sighed, “I was trying to get you a birthday present. I mean, dad hadn’t said anything about it all day so I just figured he forgot. It was just a car magazine and a candy bar, but wanted to at least try to make it a little special for you,”

Guilt washed over Dean’s face, “Y/N, I didn’t need anything I-”

“Dean, I know,” you said giving him a soft smile, “And this isn’t your fault, it’s mine for getting caught and it’s dad’s for being such an asshole,”

Deans eyes widened at the word, not used to hearing you speak poorly about your father.

You sighed bringing your hand up to cup his face, “Dont worry Dean, one day I’ll get us out of here. Me, you, and Sammy can get our own place that isn’t some nasty motel and we can do whatever we want. No hunts, no danger, no drunk dad, just us. And we can be happy,”

Dean nodded, a smile spreading across his face at the thought.

“Happy Birthday Dean,” you whispered pulling your younger brother into a tight hug.

“Thanks Y/N,” he said, wrapping his arms around your neck and laying his head down on your shoulder.

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[the-winchester-girl02]

So.... I did a supernatural thing, it’s also on my Wattpad (jordyncarr) though it’s not posted there yet. I’m just posting this as a sneak peek... I hope you all like this!

**Daecey is the older twin sister to Dean Winchester. When their father goes missing, they both go to get their brother. **

Lawrence, Kansas

22 YEARS AGO

The night was quiet. Nothing to be heard but the crickets and the movement of the leaves on the trees.

In a two-story house, a family of five got ready for bed. Carrying a child in one arm, while another holds her hand, Mary Winchester guides them into a nursery. "come-on, let's go say goodnight to your brother”, she said to her oldest children.

Darcey and Dean Winchester lean over into the crib and kiss their baby brother on each cheek and say goodnight. From the door,

John Winchester stands.

When Darcey sees her father, she quickly bumps shoulder, they ran, and both jump up in his arms.

"hey buddy, hey princess," hugging his twins, he says "so do you think Sammy's ready to toss around a football?" The twins giggle "no daddy," they both say. Mary comes forward "you got them?"

"I got them"  Her husband replies.

Darcey Winchester was the definition of a daddy's girl. She loved John almost more than her brother did. She mopped when he wasn't around, and she smiled the brightest when he was. Unfortunately, it was time for bed now and she could talk to him about her day like she normally would when he came home.

They all said goodnight to Sam one more time before they all went to bed.

Sometime later in the night, a light flickers' and the baby monitor in Mary and John's room sounded on. Hearing the cry of her youngest son, she went to go check on him when she saw that her husband wasn't in bed.

Walking to the room, she saw that he was there already, she asked. "John? Is he hungry?" she heard a shh "okay..."

Then, heading downstairs, then, a light flickers' again. Mary tapped it, making it stop. She then continued to walk down.

Seeing her husband sleeping in a chair in front of the on tv, she realized her mistake.The scream of his wife is what woke John from his sleep. Acting fast, he rushed up to where Mary was. He ran into Sam's room, only to not see her there. Confused, he went over to his son. He checked if he was okay, but before leaving he noticed blood on Sammy's quilt. He toughed it, and when more fell on his hand, he looked up.

On the celling, his wife lit up in flames. "Mary! No!" with Sam's cry's, he lifted him up and ran out of the room. Darcey and Dean were awake because of the crying and shouting, running into the hall, Darcey cried out to her father. When he thrusted her baby brother into her arms, she barley heard her father say, "take your brother's as fast as you can, don't look back!" "now Darcey, go!"

When they made it outside, Darcey tried to comfort her brothers the best she could. "it's okay, Sammy, De," she whispers , cradling Sam in one arm and Dean in the other.

Soon, the room was engulfed in flames and John joined his children outside as they watched the firemen.

John held Sam, as Darcey and Dean held each other. Wishing this was all a dream.

Let me know what you all thought of this!! ❤️⭐️

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[elliewithcellie]

Enough

Summary: Castiel and Y/N take on a case that could not have gone worse if they tried.

Characters: Castiel, sisterwinchester!reader, Dean, Sam, demons

Word Count: 2,287

Warnings: ANGST, violence, children, deaths, pain, super sad Cas (like break your heart sad!Cas), fluff at the end

A/N: I found an outline for this story in my notebook, so I thought I would give it a go. So I can’t remember when Cas lost his grace, but it takes place during that time. I definitely cried at the end of this while writing it, but that might be due to hormones...? Anyway, FEEDBACK ROCKS! Let me know what you guys think! You guys rule :)

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“Does everyone understand the plan?”

“Yes, Dean,” you sighed. “Me and Cas take the side entrance and find the victims while you and Sam distract the demons by the double doors.”

“That’s my girl.” Dean smiled. “Now, when you make it back to Baby with the mayor’s kids, wait for us unless the demons get to be too much to handle. Got it?”

This hunt was a big deal to your brothers. They normally hated bringing you along, but they needed all the help they could get. You were an amazing hunter, but your personality lacked the hard edges most other hunters had which caused your brothers to worry. But they knew how caring and kind you were, and they needed your touch to soothe the mayor’s children and quietly help them escape.

Once the four of you pulled up to the warehouse, you pulled out an angel blade from the trunk and turned to start walking.

“Cas.” Dean motioned him away from you and Sam. Castiel followed Dean a few yards from the Impala, but you could still faintly hear the conversation.

“Yes, Dean?”

“I assigned you and Y/N together because I trust that you will keep her safe. She’s my baby sister, and I cannot let anything happen to her. I’m counting on you, Cas.”

The two of them stared each other in the eyes for a moment before Castiel spoke up. “I will not let you down, Dean.” Dean’s lips curved up slightly, and he placed a hand on Cas’s arm for a moment. They returned to the car and grabbed their blades. You grinned at the boys.

“Let’s do this.”

******

“So, Cas,” you began, “it’s just you and me. Me and you. The two of the NOT Winchester brothers….”

“Yes, the two of us are together. That’s a weird way of putting it.” You and Castiel roamed the halls, checking each room for the missing kids.

“Sorry, I’m just trying to make conversation.”

“Well, I don’t think that now is the right time for conversation.”

A silence fell between the two of you for a few moments. As you continued your search, you hummed a melody to yourself, unable to stay perfectly quiet for too long.

“What’s it like being a human?”

“Y/N, I don’t—”

“I know it probably sucks, considering you had cool powers and things like that…but anyway, it must be a little cool being a human, right? You get to eat awesome food, you get the opportunity to find someone and be with them forever, not that I will in this life, but we can at least have a fun night here and there, right? Which I haven’t if my brothers ever ask! But mostly, even though there is pain down on earth, without it, you would never experience pure joy and love and happiness. And if you get lucky, you can find someone to share the human experience with for the rest of your days. You know what I mean?”

Castiel took in everything you said. He thought about how hard it was for him when he first lost his powers. The idea that some humans like you were appreciative of everything you go through was a new and welcoming thought, and the fact that he already knew who he wanted to spend the rest of his human experience with warmed his heart. “Y/N, I couldn’t agree more.”

You smiled at him, but instantly, the moment passed when you heard screaming. Without a word, the two of you ran down the hall and into the room furthest down the hall, angel blades in a defensive position.

Castiel pushed you behind him and kicked the door open. He blocked you from the entrance and scanned the room for any demons or other obvious threats, ensuring that he would keep Dean’s promise.

Once it was clear, you pushed passed the angel to the tied-up children. The two boys were no older than eight, and tears streamed down their faces. You rushed to their sides and tried to comfort them as you sawed away at the ropes. “Hey, you two, it’s ok. I’m Y/N, and that’s Cas. We are here to get you out. Are you hurt?” They both shook their heads no. “Good. You guys have nothing to worry about anymore.” Castiel remained close to the entrance, switching his glance from the hallway to you every so often.

“But they’re inside!” The older boy cried.

“It’s ok, my brothers are here to fight them off.” You finished cutting the rope off the boys.

“No, no, NO! You don’t get it. They’re—”

Suddenly, the boy fell silent, and his face morphed from a scared frown to a wicked smirk. His younger brother followed suit, their eyes blinking to black.

“Y/N!” Castiel screamed, readying his blade to strike.

“Cas, no! They’re just kids!” You stood up to block Castiel from killing these boys. “Exocizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas—”

The boys screamed and shook in pain, but the older one spoke up. “You—you don’t have what it takes to defeat us. We will tear you apart before you can even finish the—”

“Omnis incursio infernalis advesarii, omnis legio, omnis congrgatio et secta,”

“ENOUGH!” The demon boys lunged at you, ready to tear you, limb from limb. You kicked and screamed and begged them to stop pulling your hair and biting and clawing at your flesh. Castiel rushed to your side and desperately tried to pry the kids off of you, but the demons inside them were too strong.

He pulled out his angel blade again. “No, Cas,” you whispered through tears, “This isn’t them. We can’t.”

“But they’ll kill you!”

“Cas, no.”

You continued your best to fight the two off with Castiel pulling at them with all his might. Suddenly, your angel blade fell from your jeans onto the floor next to you. The younger boy picked it up and stabbed you in the side. A blood curdling scream exploded from your lips.

“Y/N!” Castiel could hear footsteps coming from down the hall. He wouldn’t be able to take on any more demons with you bleeding out next to him. He decided to make the hardest and most despicable decision of his life.

Castiel’s blade pierced right through the younger boy, and without missing a beat, he took your blade and speared it through the eldest’s chest. Both boys flashed orange and dropped to the ground.

He looked around at the destruction that lay before him. The two helpless boys grew cold under his touch, and your breaths were shallow but even as you lied still on the ground.

A feeling he had never felt before brewed inside him. Something he had never experienced welled up, bubbling beneath his skin. His own breaths became short and frantic as he kneeled on the floor, holding the two boys in his arms. He felt his heart breaking in his chest as he realized that this was the most pain and sorrow and loss he had ever experienced in his life.

The room allowed no sound to be made except the cries that Castiel failed to mask. As much pain as you felt, you lifted yourself up and wrapped your arms around Castiel. The pain subsided as you wordlessly comforted your friend.

The two pairs of footsteps boomed through the corridor outside the door, and Castiel tried to scramble to his feet to fight off the incoming threats. Dean and Sam rushed through the door but stopped immediately. Castiel swung his blade, tears blurring his vision and letting his emotions get the best of him. Dean stopped his attack.

“Cas! Cas! Stop! It’s us!” Dean grabbed Castiel’s arms down and shook him out of his fury. Castiel dropped his blade and furiously wiped his tears away.

Sam rushed to your side. “Y/N! Come on, you’re ok. Can you stay awake for me?”

“Mmmhmm,” was all you could muster. Sam lifted you carefully into his arms, smearing some of your blood onto his shirt.

“Cas, what happened?” Sam whispered.

Castiel’s lip quivered. “The boys…they were screaming, so we ran in, but they were possessed and tricked us. Y/N tried to exorcise them, but they hurt her, so I—I had to kill them.” Cas bit his lip to fight back tears.

“Get to the car.” Dean’s voice cut through the air like a knife scraping through ice. “I’ll take care of the kids.” When no one moved, Dean lost his patience. “NOW!”

******

“Sam, you don’t have to carry me inside. I’m fine.” You groaned when Sam lifted you out of the backseat. “I’m serious. It just hurt before I woke up in the car. I’m super; I swear! OWWWW!”

“That’s why you need to stop talking and quit moving. I’m glad you’re feeling better,” Sam rubbed your forearm for a moment while the four of you headed into your room. Sam laid you down on your bed and ran out to get some supplies to stitch you up.

The temperature in the room seemed to drop 15 degrees from the tension between Dean and Castiel. Dean pulled out your desk chair and sat in the far corner of my room. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes shifted from you to Cas and back to you.

“Sweetheart, how are you feeling?”

“I’m ok, Dean. Just sore…and nervous.”

“About what?”

“Stitches for this big thing are not going to be pleasant.”

“It’s ok.” Dean pulled his seat to the edge of your bed. “I’ll be right there with you.”

Sam walked back into the room with his tools and sat on the edge of your bed. As he pulled up your shirt, the cold air stung your wound, and you winced in pain. “I’m gonna wash it first, so I can see what I’m working with.” Sam grabbed the cloth and gently rubbed the dried blood away.

You searched for Dean’s hand and held it tight. You noticed Castiel peaking from the doorway, not wanting to intrude on your privacy. His eyes were already lined with tears again, the stains from earlier still painted on his cheeks. You looked at your oldest brother and nodded to Cas. You and Dean had a silent argument with your eyes until finally Dean relented.

“Cas, can you come in? We’re gonna need your help.”

“But I can’t heal.”

“I know. Not that kind of help. When Y/N gets stitches, she gets all squirmy, and we need you to hold her down. You think you can be tough enough to do that, right now?”

You watched as Dean’s eyes transformed from the stormy green they once were to the eyes of a friend concerned for another.

Castiel took a deep breath and walked over to the bed. He held you down with his eyes closed as you yelped and whimpered and wriggled and writhed against his hands. He pushed all the thoughts of today aside as he did everything he could to help you through this moment.

When the stitches were finished, Sam kissed your forehead. “Let’s get out, so you can sleep.”

Dean placed his lips on the hand he was holding and stood up with his brother and walked out of your room, patting Castiel’s back gently in the process. Sam smiled at you before following shortly behind.

Castiel lingered just a moment longer. He placed a hand on your shoulder, hoping somehow his grace would miraculously heal you. When nothing happened, his head dropped, and he rushed out the door.

“Cas, wait!” you called out for him.

He reluctantly turned back and stood in the doorway. “Do you need something?”

“Come here. Close the door for a moment.”

He did as he was told and stood at the edge of your bed. You propped yourself up with the help of your pillows.

“Sit.”

He sat in the chair Dean had left and placed his hands folded on your bedside. You placed your hands over his, leaned in closer, and looked straight into his ice-blue eyes.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong. Now, I need you to listen to what I tell you, ok?” You paused, and when Cas’s attention didn’t sway from you, you continued. “It’s not your fault.”

Castiel almost jumped at the words and tried to pull away, but you wouldn’t let him. “This is not your fault.” He broke the eye contact and squirmed under your hold on him, but you grabbed his chin to look at him once more.

“None of what happened today is your fault. You did everything you could to save me and to help those boys in need. And I know what you’re thinking: if I had my grace, none of this would’ve happened. But you don’t know that, Cas. I know you’re hurting. I know this is really hard for you, but you have to know that you, Cas, the human you, you are enough.”

“I’m so sorry!”

Castiel couldn’t hold back his pain anymore. Tears streamed down his face, and he openly wept in your arms. You held him close, disregarding the physical pain you were in, and let him cry into your shoulder.

The two of you stayed like that for about an hour. You understood completely how hard it was on him. You felt the same way. But he needed you to mend his broken heart, so you were going to help him in any way you could.

When he decided he was ok, he stood up and walked to your door. “Thank you.”

“Cas, I mean it. You are enough. Don’t you forget this.”

A small smile removed the frown from moments earlier.

“I am enough.”

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Mood Swings

Based on the imagine by @spn-imagines-nation posted below. This is my first published fic so please bear with me. Any and all critiques are welcome! 

Word Count: 550

Characters: Sam, Dean, Cas, Reader!SisterWInchester

The boys entered the bunker and heard a rustling in the kitchen. It was most likely y/n but they drew their guns just in case. They turned the corner just to see her tearing the kitchen to pieces. She looked positively ridiculous in her unicorn pjs and red flannel but they weren’t stupid enough to point that out to her. Once a month they had to completely buy out the local grocery mart to get their little sister through her 7 day long mood swing. Right now she had a bag of potato chips tucked under her arm and was holding a gallon of chocolate milk in her hand. With her free arm she was digging through the freezer. She was so distracted by her task she didn't even hear the boys come in.

“Ummm hey y/n whatcha down there kiddo?” Dean asked, treading carefully.

She jumped around and glared at her eldest brother.

“You scared me jack ass. And I’m looking for my orange creamsicle bars. I know I had at least half a box left.”

Sam and Dean looked at each other knowing immediately who the culprit was. Cas. He had an unexplainable weakness for orange flavored things. 

“Uh sweetie I think Cas ate the rest of them.” Sam said. “But we can run to the store and get you some more.” He quickly added.

“I’m gonna kick his feathered ass!” y/n shouted. “CAS!!! GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!!!” 

Cas appeared in the kitchen.

“Is there a problem, y/n?” He asked totally oblivious. He didn't notice the terrified expression on the brothers’ face that tried to warn him of the storm to come.

y/n grabbed Cas by the collar and leaned in only inches from his face.

“You’re gonna take your feathered ass down to the supermarket and replace my creamsicles right now or so help me God I will pluck every hair out of your head one by one, got it?” She whispered menacingly.

Cas looked to the brothers but they just shook their heads. With that, he disappeared. He wasn't gonna waste any time getting y/n what she wanted.

After he left y/n seemingly went back to normal. She munched on her chips and drank her milk straight from the gallon. Just as the brothers were about to leave the kitchen, the radio in the background began to play some sad love song and that was all it took. They knew how sensitive y/n was to music during her time of the month. She burst into tears and the boys rushed to comfort her. Sam emptied her hands and she sat on the floor sobbing into her hands. Dean sat next to her and rubbed her back and Sam just stroked her hair and handed her tissues. The song was mercifully short and, as if on cue, Cas appeared with 5 boxes of orange creamsicles. y/n squealed and jumped to her feet. She ran to Cas and threw her arms around his neck.

“Thanks Cas you’re the best!” She said. 

She gave him a peck on the cheek and ran off to her room with all 5 boxes. 

The boys all shook their heads and started to clean the kitchen. This next week would be an adventure.

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[kaywinchester]

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anon request: Hi! I love your writing, thank you for your hard work and time you put into these fics! Anyways, I was wondering if I could request a demon!dean x sister scenario, where dean tries to hurt them, along with Sam. Maybe some protective/defending Sam? Scared y/n? The reader would likely be in their pre/early teen years. A lot of angst, please (hahaha), and maybe a comforting ending between reader and Sam? Sorry if that is a lot, thank you so much!!! :D

Warnings: physical violence, angst

Word Count: 1,498

A/N: wow look at me coming out with 2 new fics back to back (don’t expect anything lmao) but I’ve had a spark to write a little and some free time on my hands. Hope y’all enjoy this short fic! (not my gif)

Y/n fled down the the hallways of the bunker like she was flying. She never thought she’d be running from her own brother, Dean. 

Except, this wasn’t her brother. Dean was a full blown demon at the moment.

When Sam found out, he made sure to make Y/n aware of the situation, even though it was scary. The three of them hadn’t lived in the bunker for long, Y/n in a way was still adjusting. Now that they had this issue on their hands, Sam had tried to be extra careful when going out and leaving Y/n, most of the time having Cas stay to keep watch.

Cas wasn’t here this time, and neither was Sam.  And now, she was alone in the bunker with a demon, who was wearing her oldest brother as a costume. 

“Can’t run forever, Y/n/n!” Dean chuckled sarcastically, walking slowly in the direction Y/n ran. 

Turning another corner, Y/n slipped into the nearest room which was the dungeon of the bunker. She hid behind a few shelves in the corner, trying her best to keep her breathing quiet, terrified of what might happen if Sam didn’t come back in time. 

Dean’s footsteps echoed louder as they got closer to the dungeon door. He kicked the door open, making Y/n jump at the sound. 

“Lets make this easier for all of us, just c’mon out, we’ll talk.” Dean paced around the room, looking to either side.

Y/n clutched her knees to her chest, trying to remain as quiet and still as possible.  Dean was a demon though, and he already knew where to look. He pushed one of the shelves aside, Y/n jumped in fear and tried to run past Dean, but he was too fast and strong.

He grabbed Y/n by the arm, pulling her back with most of his force. She was dragged all the way to main room of the bunker. 

“Dean! Let go.” Y/n whimpered as she struggled against his grip.

“Now, why would I ever do that.” Dean said with such sarcasm. 

“This isn’t you!”

“You’re right, this isn’t Dean. I’m glad you realize that. I think he’s going to enjoy this a lot more than you think.” Dean’s voice announced as he pulled his fist back, striking a punch at Y/n.

Y/n groaned and sat up after getting knocked back, she led her hand up to the side of her cheek which felt warm from the sting that flowed through out. Looking up at Dean, she gasped and felt out of breath as it hit her that her brother had just been physically violent with her...

Although it wasn’t him, as immediately after she made eye contact, all that was seen was black staring right back at her. Y/n felt like she was now staring at a shell of who her brother used to be. It was her alone with a demon, and that was it, she thought. 

As he kneeled down to do more damage, she tried to block his hands. All she felt next was her wrist being practically crushed in his grip, letting out screams and hoping something or someone would come stop him.

“DEAN!”

A shout came from behind the two.

Demon Dean and Y/n turned to see Sam standing at the top of the stairs. Y/n let out a small breath, relieved to see her other brother who had a demon blade in his hand. 

“Get off of her... Now.” Sam growled as he walked towards Dean.

Dean stood up and turned to face Sam who was boiling with anger. Y/n took to the distraction and sat up, trying her best to scoot towards the wall, and away from Dean. Crawling over a corner in the library and sitting down, she grasped her pained wrist.

“Hiya Sammy.” Dean snarled before throwing Sam across the room with only a gesture. 

Sam fell against the wooded floor, realizing he dropped the blade. Looking around for it, he looked up to see Dean running at him, clutching what he was looking for.  Sam jumped and grabbed the wrist holding the blade with one hand, and pulled Dean to the ground with the other. The two men thudded on the ground in front of Y/n who was fearful of what was going to happen, as she knew there wasn’t much else she could do. At the time, she didn’t realize it but while in panic mode, she started silently calling for Cas. Dean dropped the blade in the process and resorted to his fists. Sam wasn’t getting much damage in, and was starting to feel his muscles get tired. 

“I’ve been waiting for this day to come, Winchesters.” The demon smiled.

Just before he could make his next move. A gust of wind came upon the room revealing the angel Castiel.

While Dean turned away for a moment to look at Cas, Y/n saw an opportunity, reaching out with her free hand and pushing the blade towards Sam. He reached out and gripped the blade behind Dean’s back.

“Not soon enough.” Sam said before plunging the blade into the demon’s vessel. 

Dean toppled over onto the floor, letting out retched screaming along with black smoke that eventually dissolved into thin air. Dean sat up, confused and trying to catch his breath in the process. 

Y/n erupted into tears, drawing everyones attention, especially Dean’s.  Sam raced over and bent down to his little sisters level, putting an arm around her like a shield from harm. 

Sam looked up at Cas and Dean, there was a lot to deal with now. Dean was back to normal, but what he did as a demon could not be erased. Sam knew it wasn’t his fault, but the damage was done and he couldn’t bear to see his little sister so hurt. 

“Cas, could you give us some space.” Sam said with urgency in his voice. He found it difficult to even look at his brother right now. Cas replied with placing a gentle hand on Dean’s shoulder, guiding him out of the room. It was going to be a lot for everyone to heal.

....................

Sam gave Y/n a chance to breath and calm down now that Dean wasn’t in the room. “Are you okay, did he hurt you?” Sam asked before looking over her and noticing the gash under her eye which was slightly swollen, making him frown with guilt. He wasn’t there to protect his sister.

“My arm” was all Y/n could accumulate before showing Sam the gigantic bruise that was forming around her wrist. 

“Oh, honey that doesn’t look good.” Sam said as he examined her wrist which felt abnormal. Y/n winced as he moved it around to look at it. 

“I wanna go lay down.” She said, feeling unsafe out in the open at the moment. 

Sam nodded and lifted her into his arms, he entered his bedroom and set Y/n down on the bed. “I’m gonna go get Cas so he can heal your wrist. I promise I’ll be right back.” 

Y/n felt her body shaking as she kept her eyes on the door, waiting for Sam to return with Cas, and hopefully not Dean. She knew he was himself again, but it was still traumatizing. She needed time to calm down.

Cas came into the room with a worried expression. “How are you feeling?”

“Where’s Sam?” She asked nervously.

“He’s in the kitchen, talking to Dean.” Cas let out a breath, changing the subject. “Can I see your arm...” 

As Y/n lifted it up as best she could, Cas reached out his hands and put them both over her arm. Light started to shine through the angels fingertips, casting a light over the injured area. Y/n felt a slight crack before she was able to wiggle her hand and fingers without any pain.

“Thank you, Cas.” Y/n said as enthusiastic as possible, but failing. “Is he going to be okay at least?” 

“Yes, he’ll be okay. I’ll make sure of it.” Cas promised. 

Sam popped in the doorway. “Hey, is everything good?”

“Yes, um... I’ll give you two some time.” Cas and Sam exchanged looks before switching places. Sitting down, Sam tried to read Y/n’s face.

“Y’know, he feels awful about what happened.” Sam broke the silence. “I know it might take time, but he wants to talk and apologize.”

Y/n nodded, not saying anything in response. She could help but let a few tears slip, replaying the images of what happened before Sam got there.

Sam scooted closer and embraced Y/n into a protective hug. It wasn’t long before she felt comfortable enough to fall asleep. He knew she needed a night to make her feel safe again. Sam didn’t want to leave, or bring her back to her room. So he ended up adjusting the blankets so that Y/n had some warmth covering her before shutting off the lights. 

“Love you sis.” Sam whispered, placing a kiss on her forehead and falling asleep.

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