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Taking After Them | Winchester!Reader

Some headcanons on what it would be like if you were just like your big brothers!!

Taking after Dean:

Having the same taste in music, rocking out in Baby to Led Zeppelin, AC/DC, Bob Seger, etc.

Driving Sam crazy because there's basically two of Dean

On movie nights, you and Dean basically act out the scenes for Rocky, every Clint Eastwood film, Die Hard, so on, there's really no need to even play the movie (Sam is dying inside)

Arguing over the last slice of pie

Stealing his clothes, especially band t shirts

Always begging Dean to let you drive Baby

Loving slasher films & Halloween, always planning costumes with him (but rarely getting to actually dress up as hunting gets in the way)

Making pop culture references with Dean

Being obsessed with bacon

Calling each other Batman & Robin

Being pretty flirty as you get older, Dean giving you pick up lines & tips

Him teaching you to fight & defend yourself, being proud of how strong you are but also scared for you

Taking after Sam:

Always down for a library trip with Sam

Dean rolling his eyes at his "nerdy little siblings"

Arguing over the best fantasy books and films

Swapping & sharing books, talking about how you liked the book or what you didn't like

Eating your fair share of salads BUT you love pie almost as much as Dean does

Going through a break up and Sam playing Celine Dion at full volume while you cry

Talking about college when the time comes, Sam helping you with your admissions essays

Him helping you study by quizzing you, marking practice tests, etc.

Dean always complaining about how long you both take to wash your hair

Dragging Dean around museums, you & Sam having a great time & Dean losing his mind (he likes the gift shop though)

Sam teaching you Latin & lore, you helping him organise the Bunker's files & archives

Going for runs with him but complaining like 90% of the time

BUT overall I think you'd be a little bit like both of them while still being your own person. Growing up with little influence other than those two, it would impossible for you not to be like them.

graphics from @saradika-graphics <3

[redbird-tf]

Im not afraid of you now

Dean winchester x sister reader

Summary: After a failed hunt, a conflict between john and dean reveals y/ns repressed fear of dean and its strain on their bond.

(Summaries suck, i promise the stories better)

Note: inspired by and lyrics used from forward beckoned rebound

Word count: 920

Warnings: john being a bad parent,profanity, aggression, alcohol/drinking

“Fucking disaster” John grumbled stepping into the house followed by all 3 of his kids. It wasn’t often that there was a family hunt, but on the occasion that there was it meant something big was going down. They had tracked a demon through multiple big cities until they could catch up to it in Mississippi. The demon got away, thanks to various mistakes from all parties, though John would never admit to his faults. “Now we’ve got to wait for it to show its face god knows where and when!” John exclaimed throwing his duffle bag to the ground.

Sam clicked his tongue in disbelief before turning to his father. “You think this is all our fault don't you?” Sam furrowed his brows stepping up to John. “Guys, come on..” Dean groaned pinching the bridge of his nose. He was too tired to deal with another catfight. “You were the one who refused to tell us anything about this demon!” Sam yelled pointing his finger at John “i told you what i needed to!” John shouted shoving Sam back. “And you-“John had grabbed your arm as you tried walking past him. “I told you not to move until i called for you” John stated in a stern tone “but Sam needed-“You tried to explain, he didn't care, “i told you not to move!” He inched closer to your face. “Alright enough” Neither of you had seen Dean approaching until he was right in front of you. Dean gripped your upper arm, slightly gentler than John, and pushed you back a few feet behind him.

“I know we screwed up, but don't do this now.” Dean pleaded, he was too exhausted to fight but he wouldn't stand to see his younger siblings be attacked. “What are you doing Dean,” John asked cocking his head to the side “We can talk about this later” Dean explained with heavy eyes. “You trying to play daddy Dean?” He questioned dean. “No sir” he replied blankly “i leave you to take care and train them, not bring them back to me weaker!” John got closer and closer to him with every word. “I said enough!” Dean retaliated. Dean clenched his jaw, there was a moment of silence before John spoke up again “you think you can do it better, but shes just as afraid of you as she is of me” John muttered pointing behind Dean.

Dean turned his head to look at you. He watched your eyes dart from John to him, like a deer caught in headlights. You inhaled sharply, swallowing the lump in your throat along with the shame building inside of you. Dean lowered his head, bumping shoulders with John on his way out the door. You locked eyes with John before muttering out through gritted teeth “You're an asshole” you quickly turned your back making a beeline for your room. Sam tried to hold you, but you pulled away and he didn’t attempt to follow you.

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Your back rested against the backboard of your bed, book in hand while you tried to distract yourself from the guilt pledging your mind, but it was no use. You couldn’t stop seeing the pure hurt on Dean's face. What John said was true, to an extent. You knew dean loved you, but you’ve never been able to cuddle up to him or talk to him like you could with Sam. Not to mention the whole macho man act he constantly put up, you had never thought about it until now. You hadn’t realized that it was all to keep you safe, so you could be emotional and make mistakes. The realization of your brother's sacrifice made you feel so much worse.

Your eyes shoot up to the door hearing it creek open. “Dad?” You called out. “No, just me,” Dean said walking into the room. You watched in silence as he sat at the edge of your bed. he eyed the sheets before his gaze met yours and he breathed out, his breath lined with the scent of whisky as it usually was at this hour. “I'm sorry i scared you earlier” he stated, you stayed silent “i don't ever mean to scare you” his tone was stern yet comforting. “I understand” you whispered so low you don't know if he heard, but he went on with his half-drunken apology “you know, i get it… when you were born, you were an infant, and innocent and i was already this villain and violent guy” he perused his lips together, too far into his mind. “Dean” you placed your hand over his clutched one “I'm not afraid of you now,not anymore” he gave you a small smile.

“May i?” He asked pulling back the sheets. you nodded watching him kick off his shoes and climb in next to you. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close as He secured the embrace by clasping his wrist with his other hand. Both arms cradled you now. “Dean…” you mumbled, and you felt his sleepy “mhm” vibrate his chest “thank you…for everything” you whispered as your thumb smoothed his forearm. “Always baby” he pressed his lips to your temple, drifting off while holding you tight.

[marunene]

AU where OlderSister!Winchester dies young in a hunt (14 years old) and Sam and Dean only could bring her back after YEARS (bunker seasons) when they find out the reason she actually died, so they are pratically “raising” their “older” sister now just like she did when they were kids

And she still tries to boss around even tho they are like, in their 30/40s and she's 14

But I also imagine her being quite childish since she lost practically all of her childhood. The first time they take her shopping for clothes (since she just came back from the dead, lol) she asks for something like a dress because she never really had the opportunity to wear one because of the hunting life, etc.

I was crying just now because of this and it's 1:51 AM

[unknowntoyou2205]

Ain't the life for me

Info: y/n Winchester lived a life away from supernatural life, but one day turns that tale around.

Relationship: Winchester brothers x sister reader

Y/n Winchester yawned as she looked the door behind her. It was late at night and she had just finished her shift at the local diner. For the past 4 years she lived a life away from her brothers, contact was limited, bar the odd call the only way y/n communicated with her brothers was by text. They didn’t see each other but they kept tabs on her. Being the youngest of three, Dean and Sam had always been protective of their little sister.

Growing up with a father who had his vision set on catching a yellow eyes demon, y/n had been the after thought until her brothers found out about her. She was the offspring of an affair, and with her mother having no means to take care of herself, let alone a baby, y/n’s father had found the young babe being sprung into his care. He had Sprung the child onto Dean and Sam, and between the two y/n had become someone who knew she could become whatever she wanted to be. They made sure that she knew the basic self-defense skills to defend herself if needed, but they never forced her to learn how to use a gun or weapons. She told them she didn’t want to be involved in hunting, and they respected that, hiding their relief. She was their baby, and nothing could harm her with them around. Or so they thought.

With her headphones in her ears, y/n couldn’t hear the sounds around her. She kept her vision down, with her hood up to protect herself from the harsh winds that was starting to build up. It was unnaturally cold, but y/n took no notice, instead opting to pull her jacket closer to her body. She only looked up when she bumped into someone. Confusion came over her when she seen the figure of her oldest brother in front of her.

“Dean?” Y/n asked, furrowing her eyebrows gently as she took out an earbud. “Hey kid.” Dean smiled at her, throwing a glance over her shoulder. “What are you doing here?” y/n asked, not used to seeing her brother in person. “Had a case close by, decided to come see you before we left.” Sam’s voice came for behind her, and y/n turned to face her two brothers. “Okay?” Y/n spoke slowly before walking down the road again, hearing two sets of footsteps behind her. “Why don’t we drop you home. Save you walking the streets in the dark.” Dean offered, and y/n smiled slightly. “I am quite capable of walking in the dark, been doing it for years at this stage.” Y/n rolled her eyes at her brothers protectiveness. “Come on, don’t you want to spend time with your big brothers.” Dean smirked, and y/n eyed him slightly. “Okay, if you insist.” Y/n shrugged, liking the idea of some extra time with her brothers.

Dean smiled at her and linked his arm with hers, and y/n couldn’t help but look at him weirdly. He was acting out of character. Dean would never link arms with her, in fact if either of them were to make contact with her, it would be Sam. Dean was the type to kiss her head and wouldn’t make much contact with her unless she needed it. So having him this close, wasn’t something y/n was used to. But than again, maybe 4 years meant he wanted to be close to her while he could. She glanced at Sam as they came to a stop, but took a double take when she seen the car.

“That’s not baby.” Y/n spoke. “We’re not your brothers either.” ‘Sam’ spoke, and y/n gasped as she turned around. “Surprise kid.” ‘Dean’ smirked, grabbing her arms as ‘Sam’ opened the boot of the car. “No please.” Y/n begged, throwing her arms out only for ‘Dean’ to be much stronger. “Too easy.” ‘Dean’ chuckled as he forced her into the boot, ‘Sam’ slamming it before y/n had the chance to get up.

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Dean groaned as y/n’s answer machine came through for the 6th time. He had been trying to call her for the last half hour, checking up on her to see how she was getting on. Not answering her phone wasn’t unusual, but not answering after the third time was. Y/n had a habit of answering calls eventually, and made it her mission to answer it after multiple calls. So having to attempt to get through to her 6 times, was worrying. Seeing his brothers frustration, Sam sighed.

“How many times have you tried?” Sam asked. “6. I’m worried Sammy, she never goes this long when seeing calls.”

Sam went to reply only for his phone to light up. Seeing y/n’s face pop up, he showed Dean before answering it.

“Hey y/n, you okay? Dean’s been trying to get through to you for awhile now.” Sam asked, and Dean moved closer, indicating for the phone. “Sam.” Y/n cried out, and Sam froze. “Y/n, what’s wrong?” He asked, and Dean whipped his head to face him as he heard his brothers worry. “Sam, Sammy, please help me.” A mock replica voice of his was heard over the phone. “Who is this?” Sam asked, and Dean rushed over, leaning closer to hear. “Why I’m you Sam. At least to y/n I am. Good old big brother Dean is here too, ain’t ya Dean.” “Sure am.” Deans voice was heard over the phone and Dean took a deep breath as he realized. “Shape shifters.” Dean groaned, and Sam nodded in agreement. “I have to say, it was a lot easier to catch the girl than we thought. She went right along until the last minute. You know may be four years since you last seen her but good old baby ain’t hard to forget.” ‘Dean’ spoke into the phone and Dean grabbed the phone from Sam with a hard grip. “I swear to God if you harm her in any way…” “Careful Dean, you’re a long way away from getting here on time should we do anything to sweet old y/n.” ‘Dean’ Spoke back to his double before a cry was heard. “Let her go.” Dean stated harshly, his hand going white around the phone he held tightly. “I don’t think so, I think we’ll play with her for a bit. What you think Sammy.” “Great idea.” ‘Sam’ agreed with his ‘brother’, throwing a smirk at y/n who squirmed under his vision. “I swear to God.” Dean spoke through gritted teeth. “Say hello y/n, it may be the last chance to talk to them.” “Dean, Sam, please, don’t let them hurt me, please.” Y/n cried as ‘Sam’ grabbed her arm tightly while ‘Dean held the phone to her. “Y/n kid just hold on.” Dean stated, looking at Sam as his brother closed his eyes. “Sorry, signal cutting off. Gotta go.” ‘Dean’ replied into the phone before a scream was heard as the phone cut dead.

“Shit.” Dean cursed, throwing a hand through his hair. “We gotta go.” Sam stated, moving to grab baby’s keys.

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Y/n’s eyes struggled to stay open while she sat in an old wooden chair that felt like it would break at any moment. The shapeshifters of her brothers had long since gone, having gave her a few bruises before leaving her alone. Movement could be heard outside the door every now and then, so y/n knew they weren’t gone far. She was tired and hungry, with her mouth gone dry long ago from lack of water. The taste of blood was evident, and she could feel pain in her shoulders from taking the strain of her tied arms behind her back. She longed for her actual brothers, but she had no idea if she would see them, or their real selves.

Her vision clouded slightly as she fought tiredness, before jumping when the door opened with a bang against the door. Two figures came into view, and y/n could see the Winchester brothers walking in. Noticing the change of clothes, her heart beat increased at the thought of possibly being saved. ‘Dean’ walked over to her and crouched down in front of her.

“Dean?” She asked, hope evident in her voice. “Hey kid.” ‘Dean’ spoke, placing a hand on her cheek before laughing when she leaned into his touch. “Too easy.” He laughed at her as he pushed her face to the side as he got back up, ‘Sam’ smirking as he walked over to them. “poor y/n, can’t tell if her brothers are here or not.” ‘Sam mocked her, and y/n couldn’t help the tear that fell down her cheek as she looked down. “I mean technically they are.” ‘Dean explained, throwing an arm out in her direction. “Just not the nice ones.” He winked at y/n, and y/n grimaced slightly.

The boys heads turned away from her as the sound of footsteps were heard. Y/n looked at the door with hope as a shine of light was seen coming closer to where the trio were. Her breath caught in her throat as she heard the sound of Sam and Dean muttering to themselves, and she let out a shout to gain their attention. Seeing what she was doing ‘Sam’ stalked towards her and grabbed her neck, taking a knife out from his pocket. She could only watch as two figured came in the door, and she smiled slightly as she seen the two faces that appeared.

“Well, look who it is.” ‘Dean’ spoke out, sharing a smirk with the ‘Sam’ over his shoulder before walking towards the two brothers. “Glad you could make it.” “Y/n, you ok?” Sam called out to her, and y/n winched as the hand on her neck tightened slightly. “Oh she’s fine, a little beat up but that does no one any harm.” ‘Sam’ replied to his doubleganger before raising the knife into everyone’s vision. “No.” Dean called out as the knife was brought down, but nothing was felt on y/n’s end. “No, please don’t hurt her, no.” ‘Dean’ mocked the brothers as he turned to face y/n as she was pulled off the chair by ‘Sam’. “Let’s play a game. Hide and Seek. We seek, y/n here hides.” ‘Sam’ smirked, pulling y/n close to him in a side hug. “Winner get’s y/n.” ‘Dean’ winked at her, and y/n squirmed slightly. “To hell with that.” Dean’s gruff voice shouted out, and y/n looked at him. “I just wanna go home.” y/n pleaded, shaking her head as tears welled in her eyes, eyes boring into her oldest brothers. "I just wanna go home." 'Sam' mocked her, pulling her head back.

Dean kept his eyes on y/n’s, his heart clenching to see his little sister so scared. They kept their distance to protect her, but all it did was lead danger to her. The Winchesters had their enemies, he should of known they’d of found their way to their sister somehow. He took a breath in as he nodded at her gently, before moving his gun up and shooting it. Y/n gasped at the loud bang, and felt herself being thrown to the ground suddenly.

“Y/n, move out of the way.” Dean shouted at her, and y/n didn’t need to be told twice.

She made a run out of the room, not turning back as she heard a fight start. Loud breathing was heard repeatedly as bodies were heard colliding. Leaning against the wall, y/n put her hands over her head to cover herself, trying to ignore the loud sounds. When it grew quiet she slowly began to look up, and she gasped as she seen what looked like Sam appear in front of her.

“Y/n.” Sam breathed, moving towards her. “No.” Y/n shouted, not trusting what was real or not. “Hey, hey kid, it’s us. It’s us bunny.” Deans voice was heard as he crouched in front of her, and y/n looked up. “Only one person calls me that name.” Y/n mumbled, recalling her childhood name. “Yeah, only one person would know that.” Dean chuckled lightly, remembering how she got that name. “Oh my God. You’re here, your really here.” Y/n cried, going to reach for Dean, but hesitating slightly. “Didn’t think we’d let them have you did you.” Dean asked, “I mean sure they look like us but are they really as good as the real deal.” Dean joked, causing y/n to chuckle lightly. “Thank you.” Y/n smiled, looking Dean in the eyes. “Hey come here, your old brother needs a hug after four years of purely texts.” Dean smiled, indicating for y/n to come give him a hug.

Y/n giggled lightly before moving to pull Dean into a hug. Dean brought his hand up to cup the back of y/n’s head, kissing her head as she snuggled into his chest. She hadn’t long pulled away from him when Sam moved to pull her to him. Y/n sighed in content, loving being in the arms she used to lay in as a little girl when she couldn’t sleep and needed comfort. The boys laughed happily as y/n moved back to look between the two of them.

“Why don’t we get you home.” Sam stated, cupping y/n’s cheek slightly. “Baby?” Y/n asked, looking at Dean. “Baby’s a keeper y/n, you know that.” Dean told her, and y/n smiled happily.

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The ride home was quiet, the two boys relieved to have their sister safe, and y/n happy to be in the company of her brothers. No one spoke, but they didn’t need to, their company allowed them to know that each of them were safe. Which is why no one moved when Dean pulled up to y/n’s apartment building.

“Want to stay at mine tonight? I have an extra room and a camp bed I can make up.” Y/n offered, hoping her brothers would say yes. “Sure beats a motel.” Sam looked at Dean after a moment considering. “I get the bed.” Dean hit Sam’s chest before getting out of the car, opening the back door for y/n.

Y/n laughed at the brothers antics as they wrestled to the front door. There live might not be for her, but having her brothers with her was the life she wanted, both real and fake.

[kwinsispn3]

Charms

summary: through the years — the Winchester’s little sister’s good luck charm, ends up being a bit of a tradition.

Word Count: 4,214

Winchester boys x sister!reader

Warnings: blood, death, angst, sorry about the italics, idk what I'm doing??

The youngest Winchester, y/n, was welcomed into the family a little bit later than expected. Y/n was 3 when her mom died, and had no one else to go to but her father and two brothers. It was a few years after John had died too, when Dean got a call from one of John’s old phones in the glove compartment. And there she’s was on the other line.

It had been a few months after y/n had been living with the boys. It was tricky for everyone to adjust. Sam and Dean would do anything for her at the drop of a hat, but they all found it difficult to connect at first. Y/n was struggling to feel like a part of the family. She had lost the only adults she knew about in her short life, her trust had been taken away from everything it felt like. Sam and Dean had treated her nothing but kind since the day they found her, and deep down she knew they wouldn’t hurt her, but time would tell.

It was late at night, Dean couldn’t sleep. Going to reach for his headphones, they weren’t in the side table drawer where he normally puts them. He arose, flipping on the desk lamp across the room, starting to look for them quietly, when he came across a box. The box where he always kept special things he couldn’t lose. Photographs of him and Sammy as kids, their mother, different trinkets that held a memory. Dean flipped through a few photos, admiring them sadly under the light of his lamp. Looking down into the box he saw a glaring piece of silver at the bottom. Picking it up, he gazed at the charm bracelet that belonged to his mother. The charms shined in the light as they swayed side to side.

Sam approached the desk in the motel, about to speak as he sees him, but stops. “Hey, uhh. You busy?” He asked stepping closer.

“No, just couldn’t really sleep” Dean says as he packs the things back in the box.

“What’s this, is this mom’s?” Sam asked, sliding the bracelet over to his grasp.

“Yup.”

~

It was y/n’s 10th birthday and it had been a rough year. Another new school, y/n wasn’t staying with Bobby as much anymore since she was older and could stand the long car rides with Sam & Dean. Girls were starting to be mean at school, y/n felt alone most of the time, because she was left alone. In school, and back at the motels they stayed at. The boys felt for her, being so young, constantly exposed to the childhood they had. They didn’t expect that they would ever being doing what they were doing, but they wouldn’t give up on trying to give their little sister the life she needed.

The brothers made it home from finishing up a hunt just in time for y/n’s birthday. They had brought home her favorite food, and desserts. It wasn’t much, but they wanted to show her some appreciation for all of her patience. After finishing up dinner, Sam started to clean up the table. “Alright, looks like it is almost your bedtime.”

“Really? Even on my birthday?” Y/n playfully pouted.

“Your beauty sleep is more important!” Sam smiled back. “Especially being a weeknight. But we will pick up the festivities this weekend, because we’re leaving town!” Sam blurted out without thinking about how that sounded.

Dean looked at him and back at y/n, knowing her reaction wouldn’t be excited. Sam realized he had messed up by saying it so soon, they had meant to break it to her the next day, after her birthday.

“You mean, I have to leave this school, and go to another one?!” She sighed in disappointment.

“Well, yeah. But… we can go wherever you’d like to, on the way to—“

“No, you both said we’d be here for a while.”

“Y/n—“

“Just stop!" The room fell silent. "I know this is what you guys do, but I hate having to move again and again."

"Look, I know you do. It isn't fun for us either, but that's how we.."

"Get our job done, I know Sam." y/n finished his sentence, looking down at her hands.

"What's wrong, y/n/n?" Sam asked, studying her face.

"I just told you." her voice got more quiet. "You sure? You just... look like somethings on your mind." Sam stated. There was a long pause, y/n shuffled around and then looked up at her brothers. They both had that look on their face like they were waiting for her to let out whatever she was thinking.

"How do you guys always know!!?" She threw her arms down in frustration. Trying to stay mad but also wanting to break down from all of the inner turmoil. The boys both half smiled, Sam sat down in one of the kitchen chairs, motioning for y/n to sit down.

"It just gets scary sometimes..... not knowing when you're gonna come back. Boring too. I just don't want you to forget about me." y/n let out a deep breath.

"Sweetheart, you know we'd never forget about you. We look forward to coming back to you after every job." Sam reassured. Y/n let out a half smile, hearing the same line before. "I know."

It was times like these where Dean would always think of his mother. Even though y/n wasn't his mothers daughter, he knew if she were still around, she'd know exactly what to say in moments like these. The two boys were almost left with a loss of words until Dean thought of the perfect thing. He stood up and went outside to the car, rummaging through the trunk. He came back inside with a box in his hands. Going through it, he picked up Mary's bracelet and sat down next to y/n.

"This was... our mom's. I think she would have wanted you to have it." Dean hooked the charm bracelet around y/n's wrist. It felt a little odd to her, knowing Mary was not her real mom.

"Are you sure? I mean, she..." y/n tried not to come off sounding rude, but Dean knew what she was trying to say.

"I know, but trust me. We hung onto it for a reason. All of these charms mean something special, and as long as you have this with you... you will always be protected. And you will always, be apart of this family." Dean held her wrist, emphasizing it's importance. Y/n rotated her wrist, admiring all of the charms.

She smiled bigger, looking up at them. "Thank you."

Dean said nothing, instead bringing his sister in for a hug. Sam raised his eyebrows, blinking away his watery eyes from the moment he just witnessed. Running his hands over his face, he sat down, and embrace his siblings into one.

~

It was y/n's first official hunt. She had just turned 14, and had proven to her brothers that she could take care of herself... as long as she stayed right by their sides. Y/n had been studying, not just in school. Every chance she got, she was prying information from Sam or Dean about hunting. Practicing how to use different forms of defense, and being on the look out for anything. She now had finally gotten herself into the real deal.

The three of them walked through an abandoned farm property, looking for any hidden rooms, since the rest of the house was suspiciously clear. "We should go check the barn out back." Y/n whispered. "Okay, but for now, you stay here." Dean whispered back.

"Why? there's nothing here. We've looked everywhere and there is no nest." y/n stated.

"Well, that's what they want you to think, but it wasn't at the last house so it's gotta be here."

"Shhh!" Sam spat. Hearing a crash from somewhere in the house.

Everyone froze, being as still and quiet as they could, trying to listen for any noises. It was silent, until a floorboard creaked from behind Dean. He jumped around, but before he could strike, everyone was knocked unconscious. None of them got a chance to see what hit them as it was too dark.

Y/n woke up in a cold and dark room. The floor was cement, and the walls were stone, it was likely a basement room. Shortly after coming to, she heard the ceiling above her creak and the walls too. Footsteps thudded on the floor outside of the room she was in, and she heard the ceiling creak once more. Y/n panicked, and resumed her position on the floor where she woke up, pretending to still be knocked out.

The door flung open, she squinted her eyes the most she could while trying to look asleep. A dark figure walked over to her, she could see another figure behind him, holding the door open. She was suddenly lifted off the floor, her body limp and hanging in the grip of whoever was holding her.

"Nope, still out. Let's give it another hour." A deep voice spoke. They let go of y/n's body, letting it thud back to the floor. The two figures left. Y/n sat up slowly, feeling the ache from being thrown onto cement. 'A ladder?' She thought, seeing one against the wall outside the door. One set of footsteps walked away, another set sounded like they were climbing the ladder, as the wall creaked again.

Y/n listened closely to the creaks and heard the ceiling again, 'a trapdoor!' It had to be. It sounded like it was just above the door to the room she was in. After listening for a while, it grew quiet again. Y/n got up and tried opening the door, no luck. It was locked. Y/n knew she had to alert her brothers somehow, wherever they were. For all she knew, they could be in another locked room themselves.

Sam and Dean both woke up in the barn that was behind the house. Dean sat up abruptly in the hay, looking around for y/n once he spotted Sam. "Y/N!!"

"She's gotta be somewhere in that house. C'mon!" Sam hurried.

The two men walked through out the house again, pacing every room back and forth, looking for anything they could have missed. "Dude, I can't find any levers, or buttons... no hidden doors. Fuckin squat!" Dean was starting to get worried and pissed, not knowing how long they were out and how long y/n had been separated.

Sam, stepped on something uneven. Raising his foot, he looked at the dark floor and saw a bit of silver shining in the moonlight. He picked up the object, which happened to be y/n's charm bracelet.

Dean looked at Sam holding up the charms, stunned to say the least. "That ain't good, we need to find her, quick." Dean started, rushing past Sam, ready to look wherever he had to.

"Wait! Dean look...." Sam kneeled down, taking in the details of the floor they had completely missed. They had been walking all over it this whole time. "Dean, it's a trap door!"

They both kneeled down and found a flat switched embedded in one of the floorboards. Sam pressed the switch, a square in the floor creaked open, revealing a hidden basement. "Let's go."

Sam and Dean came across a long hallway, that went in two directions. Both sides of the walls had doors to other rooms. "She's gotta be down here." Sam whispered.

"That probably means the nest is also down here." Dean huffed with worry.

The two split up to start checking the rooms. Dean started with the door next to the ladder that led them down there. He busted it open to find y/n sitting on the floor. "Y/N! Thank god, are you okay?" Dean sighed in relief.

"I'm fine.... did you find my clue?" she asked hopefully.

"Your clue??"

"Yeah, I slid my charm bracelet through the floor."

"You did that? How... what..... I'd love to hear how you came up with that later, because I think you led us right to the vamp nest." Dean smiled proudly.

~

It had been 5 long days since y/n went missing. Of course, Sam and Dean hadn't stopped for anything until they found her. They had not slept, barely ate, there was no breaks, no stopping. They had grown tired after searching almost every lead they had.

The two sat at the table in their motel room in silence, too irritated and exhausted to say anything unless it was important. "I'll be back." Dean stood up, grabbing his jacket.

"Where ya going?" Sam asked.

"To look for y/n".

Sam sighed. Dean always blamed himself if Sam or y/n were in trouble. No matter the situation.

Dean pulled up to the school where the first kid went missing. Putting the car in park, he got out and walked around the campus, trying his best not to look suspicious. School was still in session despite the mysterious disappearances, which made it hard to investigate. Y/n was a big help in the case, being able to blend in as a student, until she went missing too. Sam and Dean had checked all the surrounding places that had a connection, yet, nothing.

Dean circled the courtyard, eyeing the buildings, trying to think of literally anything, when he remembered... The old building behind the school. The one that wasn't in use anymore, they were planning to knock it down soon. It made so much sense now, they were hiding in plain sight. He picked up his phone to dial Sam, letting him know to meet him over there as he picked up the pace on his way over to the building.

Dean scanned the area around him, making sure no one was looking before approaching the front steps. The front doors were boarded shut, he tried to make them give but had no luck. He circled the building to the back door when he noticed a shine catching his eye.

Y/n's charm bracelet sat in the dirt and gravel near the back door. He picked it up with care, and put it in his pocket. Dean was able to get in the building, it was full of mold and broken down old school supplies. He walked down endless hallways, looking through every door until he found y/n. Handcuffed to an old radiator on the ground. Rushing over, he shook her gently, trying to wake her up.

"Dean!" Sam called out from a distance. He stood up and poked his head around the hallway. "Hey! Did you find her?" Sam asked frantically.

"Yeah, I got her. Help me find some of the other kids." He said as he rushed back to y/n. Her head and arms had dried up blood all over them, and looked as if she was dragged through dirt.

"Y/n, c'mon sweetheart, wake up." she slowly nodded, with fluttering eyes, becoming more alert once she saw Dean.

"oh my god, Dean!" She spoke softly, reaching out for him but was stopped by the cuffs. "One sec, I got it." He assured.

Once she was free, she gently wrapped her arms around him. "You found me.... I was worried you wouldn't." Her eyes welled with tears.

Dean held her shoulders and reached into his pocket. "Baby, I will always find you." He said as he hooked her bracelet back onto her wrist. She sniffled a heartwarming smile back at him.

~

Sam and Dean stood in front of y/n, and also y/n. The 3 of them were hunting a shifter, and it had taken y/n's form. Now it was down to which y/n was the real y/n.

"Guys. c'mon it's me! Trust me." y/n whined.

"Stop! No, I'm me. I know it's hard to tell right now but it's really me!" y/n also whined.

"Here...." y/n slowly kneeled down and placed her gun on the ground. The other y/n still clutched her gun tightly. A determined look set in her eyes.

"I wouldn't hurt you guys. You know that." she stood up slowly without the weapon.

Sam and Dean gazed between the two versions of their sister. "I'm not sure you can keep that promise." Sam spat. Y/n lunged at Sam as he pulled the trigger. She fell to the ground, all 3 of them stood frozen for a second before seeing the body start to melt. They all let out a heavy breath.

"Thank you, for not shooting me." y/n snickered, lowering her gun. "How'd you know?"

Sam reached for her wrist. "Guess it wasn't able to replicate your good luck charm." He smiled at the charms on her bracelet.

~

It happened so fast. None of them saw the last one that hid behind the corner. A shot rang out, the bullet snuck past Sam who held his gun up. He fired his weapon, taking out the last guy. He let out a greedy breath, looking over at Dean who gave him the same relieved look.

"Nice one, brother." He patted his shoulder. "You too y/n." Dean and Sam looked behind them, only to jump when they saw y/n clutching her stomach hunched over.

"Y/n!? You okay? Lemme see...... umm, okay c'mon. We gotta go." Dean said frantically after seeing all the blood soaking through her shirt. He lifted her up, carrying her to the car and placing her in the backseat.

"Hang on, y/n." Dean kept calling out from the drivers seat, while Sam reached back, holding onto what ever grip she had on him.

"Sammy..... I can't...." Y/n sounded breathy. Holding her palm over her wound.

"Yes you can, just hold on a little longer for me, okay?" Sam hoped his words would help motivate his sister to find strength. They couldn't lose her, not like this.

Dean peeled into the emergency room lot, barely parking the car. The two men jumped out of the car, rushing to the backseat. When they opened the door, y/n was slumped over on her side, unresponsive.

"Y/n, c'mon wake up, look at me." Dean patted her face, holding her in his arms. Nothing.

As they carried her through the doors, it felt like a blank blur of people bombarding them, saying words. Dean froze as Sam called out for help, telling the nurses what happened. Then he felt people tugging y/n away from him. As they started to wheel her back, Dean grasped her hand.

"Sir, please let go, we need to get her medical attention."

Normally, he would've fought to stay with her, but he froze again. Letting go of her hand which then flopped to the side of her.

Sam and Dean waited an excruciatingly long 3 hours before someone came asking for them. A doctor came out and ushered them through the doors.

"Is she okay? What's the deal?" Dean asked impatiently. All the doctor said was 'come with me' so they assumed he was taking them to her. He remained quiet and led them down the hall, motioning them to step into a room. Once they both saw it was an office, they expected the worst.

"Please, have a seat."

"Doc, not trying to be rude, but I've been sitting for 3 hours. I'd rather not wait any longer. How's our sister?" Dean said straight to the point.

The doctor took a deep breath, folding his hands. "Y/n suffered some really bad hemorrhaging from the bullet wound. Once we removed the bullet, we couldn't stop the bleeding...... she stopped breathing a little while before that."

"I'm sorry, but she didn't make it."

Neither of the boys took it well, especially Dean. He refused to believe anything after that, he kept saying 'no' to everything the doctor said.

"Um... is there any way we could still see her? y'know, say our goodbyes." Sam hesitantly glanced at Dean.

"Yes, of course. Give us some time to prepare her. In the meantime, I would start discussing arrangements for-"

As soon as Dean heard that, he turned around and walked out.

Sam stayed and waited until he was able to see y/n. The nurse left to give him his privacy. As soon as he saw her, he broke. Slowly walking over to the bed with tears blurring his vision, he kneeled down and picked up her frail hand. He cringed at the fact that it was still warm, but that warmth was fading. Sam eyed her charm bracelet that was still on. He pinched the charms between his fingers, rotating it around.

"I'm sorry..... I'm sorry we couldn't...." Sam trailed off. Wiping away his tears, he looked at his sister for a while. Taking in her features, trying to permanently memorize what she looked like when she smiled, laughed, looked at her brothers with her big y/e/c eyes.

"I love you."

~

Dean had stormed out of the hospital. He felt like raging against all evil that had ever existed, so upset he could flip a car. He had always imagined he'd go like this, but not his little sister. Only 20 years old, and it was all taken away from her, from him, from them. Dean didn't know what to do or where to go, so much was going through his mind. He opened baby's driver door and sat inside, letting the silence consume the vehicle for a few moments before speaking up.

"Cas..... we could really use you right now."

.....

"Y/n is dead. And... she shouldn't be. I know it's a lot to ask, but this is y/n we're talking about."

.....

"Cas...?" Dean sat a while longer, waiting, waiting for Cas, or a sign. Anything.

"Please, Cas. I'll do whatever I have to, I'll sell my soul, I'll make a trade. I don't know, anything."

Still, nothing. No response. Nothing.

Sam walked outside to the car since Dean wasn't answering the phone. He saw him sitting in the car and slowly opened the passenger door, getting in next to him.

Neither of them said anything at first.

"Uh, she's in there, whenever you're ready." Sam tried to hide his sniffles. Dean stayed quiet.

"This isn't the end." He finally spoke up.

"What?"

"She's not dead for good."

"Dean, we can't make another deal like that, if that's what you're thinking. It just leads us into more problems."

"Sam, this is y/n! I don't give shit what I have to do."

Sam stopped there, he knew it wasn't a good time to reason with Dean. He needed to give it time.

"Here." Sam held out his hand. He placed the object in Dean's hand. Dean opened his palm, now holding y/n's charm bracelet.

"What are you doing?!" Dean raised his tone, agitated.

"What do you mean? I-"

"Why did you take this off of her!?" Dean growled.

Before Sam could say anything else, Dean opened the door and stormed back into the hospital. Sam followed, delaying himself a little bit to give Dean some space. He was hoping this would give him some time for closure.

Dean's anger led him into y/n's room a little fast. He slowed his vigorous pace when he saw her. He slowly approach the bedside and sat next to her, gently hooking the charms around her wrist once more. A tear escaped his waterline when he looked up at her, not receiving the smile she always gave him. He squeezed her hand in his, lowering his head with the gesture. Dean sat there for a while in thought, when her hand started to feel different. Almost as if it was less limp. He squeezed it some more subconsciously, but this time felt her hand clench underneath his. He shot up, looking at y/n confused.

"y/n?" Her chest rose up and fell heavily as her body took a breath. "Y/n!?"

Sam overheard and peeked in. "Dean, wha-."

"Get the doctor, now!" He flipped his head around. Sam nodded and ran out confused.

Y/n's chest was now rising and falling in a rhythm, Dean kept saying her name and sweet things. Then her eyes slowly opened.

"y/n!" Dean let out an overjoyed cry. "Oh! sweetheart...."

"help... owh." y/n managed to wheeze out, trying to catch her breath.

"Dean.." she caught a gaze of him. He smiled and fixed her stray hairs on her forehead. "It hurts t-t much." she breathed out, then doctors flooded into the room with Sam close behind.

"Y/n!!?" Sam breathed out as he caught sight of her.... alive.

The doctors started giving her oxygen, medicine and checked her vitals. Dean backed up to give them space to work. "Dean! no.." y/n mumbled.

"It's okay, I'm right here! I'm not going anywhere."

Sam pulled him aside. "Dean! What did you do?"

"Nothing! I swear! She... she was gone when I came in, and then..."

"Cas."

"So, Cas did this?"

Dean nodded, looking back at y/n.

All the commotion died down, y/n was stable. The doctors were confused as hell, but ruled it out as a medical miracle, and were pleased to inform Sam and Dean that she'd be alright.

"So, who do I thank?" y/n asked.

"Cas." Dean smiled.

"Glad to have you back, kid." Sam grinned.

"Me too.... gotta love my good luck charm!" she smiled, jingling her bracelet around.

[holylulusworld]

Secret Love (1) - Hello, Darling

Square 12 filled for @heavenandhellbingo: Temporary Allies

Pairing: Crowley x Sister!Winchester

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester

Rating: Teen

Warnings: angst, mentions of demon deals, cocky Crowley, flirty Crowley, pining

A/N: Please consider, I do not follow the exact timeline, or plot this time.

A/N2: In the flashback, the reader is around 17. We are in Season 4. Later we are in Season 12 and she’s 25.

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The first time you met Crowley was when you lived in a nightmare that didn’t want to end.

That was shortly after you found out about the things that bump in the night. One night, a monster with glowing red eyes tried to eat you alive. Literally.

His teeth were about to sink into your flesh when a man in black appeared out of nowhere. He smirked, looked down at your trembling form, and patted your head.

“Hello darling,” he said. “How about you tell me why you came here?” He looked at the monster chasing you. “Oh, what do we have here?” The man cocked his head and said something to the monster you didn’t even understand.

The monster dipped his head, growled, and ran for the hills.

“What?” You whimpered as the man looked down at you.

He shrugged and looked at you with red eyes. You screamed and scrambled away. Even though he saved you from the monster, he wasn’t to be trusted either.

 “You called. I came.”

“I-I didn’t call you,” you said and tried to get back up on your feet. “Please just leave me alone.”

“Darling,” he huffed, "you put the box into the ground and called for me. “So, what can I do for you?”

Your eyes grew wide. “She was right? The woman was right?” You stammered. “I didn’t mean to…I…”

“Hmm…your mommy, huh?” He nodded thoughtfully. “I can bring her back, darling. You only have to say yes.” The man smirked and held out his hand. “Say yes, and I fulfill your wish.”

“Mom is gone, and they want me to live at an orphanage,” you sniffled. “They stole all of my stuff.” You pressed your duffle bag to your chest. “That’s all I got left. The woman in the cemetery told me what to do to get Mom back.”

“A deal is all I can offer to you,” he patted your head again. “All you have to give me in return is your soul.”

You gaped at the man. Back then, you were barely a teen but you knew, your soul was something you didn’t want to hand over to a guy with red eyes.

“You want my soul?” You wiped your eyes. “What happens to me if I give you my soul?”

The man dipped his head and looked at you for a brief moment. His eyes turned back to normal, and he wanted to say something but then...all hell broke loose.

“Girl, down,” you screamed when two men started to fire bullets at the man in the black suit. You dropped to the ground and covered your ears. Screaming and crying.

Who would’ve thought the nightmare could get even worse?

“Are you alright?” You felt two strong hands grasp for you. You opened your eyes and looked up at a man. He smirked, grabbed you by your waist, and threw you over his shoulder.

“Sammy, get her bag. We gotta get out of here.”

“HELP! HELP!” You screamed at the top of your lungs. “I’m getting abducted!”

“Sweetheart, you gotta be silent or the others will find us. This one left, but we don’t know about the others.”

“Others?” It was all too much, and you passed out.

When you woke, two tall guys were staring down at you. One of them threw water in your face, murmuring words in Latin you didn’t understand.

“Christo,” he said and stepped away to get a knife. You screamed again when he pressed the dull side of the knife to your cheek. “I think she’s herself, Dean.”

“Alright, kiddo,” the other man said and clapped his hands. “I know you have a lot of questions, but before we talk you need to put this around your neck.” He handed you a talisman. You put it around your neck without questioning him. “Good.”

“This isn’t easy to explain, Y/N. I’m Sam,” the taller guy splashing water in your face said and pointed at his chest. “This is my brother Dean.”

“Winchester,” Dean said. You furrowed your brows. Winchester. That name rang a bell. “I see you remember the name.”

“Uh-mom,” you choked out, “had a friend called John Winchester. He came around for a few years. Now and then. Sometimes he brought me gifts.” You shrugged. “He disappeared and one day, she cried and told me that he died. That was around…”

“Four years ago?” Sam ended your line. You nodded and looked at the man with shaggy hair. “John Winchester was our father.”

“Which means, that you are our baby sister,” Dean said, earning a bitchface from his brother. “What? We have Lucifer on our asses, demons want our sister to say yes to the very same bastard and, we don’t want to talk about the crossroad demon she summoned.”

“He kinda appeared out of nowhere,” you grumbled. “The woman said they can bring back mommy.”

“For the small price of your soul. You’d have ended up in hell, sweetheart,” Dean muttered. “I can tell, it’s no fun and rainbows down there.”

“I didn’t sell that dude anything. He appeared and chased the monster chasing me around town away. He offered a deal and then, you tried to shoot me.”

“Shoot you?” Dean scoffed. “I tried to save your ungrateful ass!”

“Bitch!” You threw in his face, earning a chuckle from Sam.

“Jerk!” Dean replied.

“Guys, we should focus on getting to know each other and not get killed. Or, to say yes to Lucifer…”

That’s exactly how you ended up here, staring at the map table at the bunker.

“That’s a stupid idea,” you huff. “Why do we have to defeat Lucifer again, and again? He’s not our responsibility!”

“Well, Castiel freed him so,” Dean shrugs. “It’s kind of our problem. We got to find a way to send him back to his cage.”

“Or kill him,” you mutter. “I’m just done running in circles. It’s been too many years, guys! We defeat him. He comes back. We send him to his cage. He gets freed. I’m just fed up. And we don’t want to talk about the shitty dreams I’m having since he’s free.”

“Y/N,” Sam sniffs. “I’m so sorry he tries to get into your head now. Lucifer knows that I’d never say yes again. He tries to find a suitable replacement.”

“Why can’t I at least get an angel,” you grumble. “If I was Michael’s sword, I’d say yes only to kick Lucifer’s ass.”

“No, you won’t say yes to anyone!” Dean raises his voice. “None of these angel dicks will get a yes from a Winchester ever again. It’s worse enough that Sammy and Adam said yes once. Look where it got us.”

“Do you think Adam is still in hell?” You wonder while your brothers try to not think about Adam. They never had the chance to get to know their half-brother. Maybe that’s why they can push the memories of him away most of the time.

“Sweetheart let’s not think about this now,” Dean gently pats your head. “We have enough on our plate.”

“Hmm…” You nod thoughtfully. “What if he doesn’t find a new meat suit? How many people can carry him for longer than a few days?”

“He’ll always find a way to sneak his way into a weak person’s mind…”

All of you are silent for a moment. Castiel is out there, looking for Lucifer while you and your brothers try to find a way to finally bring the devil down.

You stare at the map table, sighing deeply. How shall you find the devil?

“Hello boys,”  your cheeks heat up and you giggle when Crowley appears out of nowhere. Just like all those years ago, he managed to sneak behind your back to poke your side. “Hello, darling.”

“What are you doing here, Crowley?” Dean huffs. He glares at Crowley and curls his upper lip. The king of hell still reminds him of his time as a demon, and Dean hates remembering this time.

“Wings is out there looking for Lucifer,” the king of hell slides his fingertips over the map table, eyes glued to you. You sigh happily because he’s finally back. “I thought you could need help.”

“Dean?” Sam furrows his brows.

“How do you want to help us? Stab us in the back?” Dean spats at the demon.

“Hey, if you work with a demon, you get burned,” Crowley shrugs. His eyes still glued to you he circles the map table. “Maybe I know where Lucifer is hiding. I could need backup, though.”

“You mean you need a pawn to sacrifice,” Dean snaps at Crowley. You sigh deeply. Yes, Crowley is a demon. The king of hell. Still, you cannot deny that he helped you and your brothers more than once. He even saved you from that monster years back.

Sometimes you wonder if things were differently if you weren’t the little Winchester.

Would the king of hell pay more attention to you? Would he look at you differently?

You bite your index finger while watching him. He’s wearing a new suit. It’s all black as always, but you can see the difference.

“Nice new suit,” you suddenly say, snapping your mouth shut seconds later. “Uh…”

“Thank you, pipsqueak,” Crowley flashes you a smile, making you feel warm. He’s a natural flirt. All the pretty women, humans, or creatures are not all over him for nothing. “At least one of you has a good taste. I like your shirt too.” He points at the plain Zepplin shirt Dean got for you last month. It’s secondhand and washed out, but your heart flutters because Crowley complimented you.

Things would be so much easier for you if you didn’t have a crush on the king of hell for years. It only got worse when Sam tried to cure Crowley years ago.

“I don’t trust you,” Dean huffs.

“I came here to help, Squirrel,” Crowley flashes you a smile, “Moose, Pipsqueak. Your choice.”

“Why not join forces, Dean? He’s the king of hell and knows more about Lucifer than anyone else. We have been Temporary Allies with demons and even Lucifer in the past. Why not trust Crowley?”

“Aw, my sweet darling,” Crowley chirps. He leans against the map table next to you to pat your head. You’d be happy he touched you, but this feels wrong. He should hug and kiss you, not pat you like a dog. “The only reasonable Winchester like always. Such a sweet girl.”

“Hey, hands off my sister,” Dean warns. He doesn’t like the way Crowley looks at you. The hunter doesn’t have the time to worry about the king of hell’s attention too while hunting Lucifer.

“Jealous, Squirrel?” Crowley flashes Dean a smile. “Do you want a pat too? You know, your sister is much cuter and nicer. Right, darling.”

You stare at Crowley, feeling a little light-headed. In all the years you have known him, he never paid much attention to you…

Part 2

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Supernatural Meets Stranger Things

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Summary: The reader, as the younger sister of the Winchesters, moves to Hawkins to investigate a hunt after losing contact with their father, John. Unbeknownst to them, Hawkins harbors dark secrets, particularly when a certain boy rescues them from the monsters.

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Dude I think she's gay( Winchester siblings x sister reader)

Dean and Sam had been watching their sister talk to Charlie for the past hour "I'm starting to think she's flirting" Dean said while watching them talk "obviously she's flirting" Sam said and crossed his arms. They had just introduced their the youngest Winchester sibling to their cute gay friend "dude is she gay?" Dean asked and Sam looked over to his brother is shock "Dean she has always been gay" Sam said and Dean looked at him "nooo" he said and Dean realized Sam wasn't joking "she's gay?!" He asked "dude she's 35 how did you not know?" Sam asked looking at their sister "she just didn't seem like it I guess" Dean shrugged and Sam looked at his brother "didn't seem like it? What seems like it then Dean" Sam asked offended for his sister "I don't know like short hair and stuff" Dean said "so because our sister doesn't look or act like a stereotype you didn't know?" He asked in disbelief that this was happening " yeah I guess. listen man maybe it's a twin thing" he said and Sam looked at him "no it's not I just listen to her when she talks and I know when something is up, sorry I'm not as self centered as you are" Sam said and scoffed

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[anawinchester02]

March 27, 2000: "Bait"

March 27, 2000

The hunt in Missouri went really well. Dad says I "passed" my first big hunt. But I think I messed up. Sam and dad had a really big fight right afterwards. Dad made me walk away before they started yelling, but I think it was my fault.

We were loading the car after the hunt, when Sam spoke up. "Dad, you really pulled a risky move back there." he said, throwing something in the trunk. "Everything worked out fine, Sam. Why fight what works, son?" dad asked him. "You used her as BAIT, dad!" Sam raised his voice. "We're not having this conversation, Sam." dad shut him down. "Yes, dad. We are." Sam took a step towards dad. I stiffened, afraid for Sam. I couldn't imagine talking to dad like that. Everything he ever said to me was met with a quick "yes, sir.", and I didn't speak unless spoken to. "Ana." Dad yelled. I marched to him almost like a soldier. Head high, back straight. "Yes sir?" "Go back inside and help Dean move those bodies." he ordered. I began to walk back into the cabin. "Ana?" he said again. I turned around. He just raised a brow at me. "Oh!" I chimed. "Yes sir.", then he nodded and gave me permission to walk away. Like I said, EVERY thing that dad said to me, was met with a yes sir.

"De?" I called when I entered the bloodied cabin. "I'm in here, pipsqueak!" he answered from the back room. "Dad told me to help you." Dean was heaving one of the vamps out the a back door. "I got it, pip. You can go help them load the car." he huffed, still supporting the dead weight. "I can't." I told him. "Why not?" "Dad sent me away because they were fighting." I told him, walking over to him and helping him chuck the body out the back door. "I think I messed up." Dean took a deep breath after the vamp was out of his hands, and wiped his hands off on his pants. "Pipsqueak, how the Hell did you mess up? You aced this hunt. I'm definitely buying you an ice cream after this." he said, patting the top of my head with his dirty hands. "They're fighting about me, Dean." I told him, brushing off the top of my head. "Nonsense." he argued. We walked out the back door where Dean had piled the bodies to burn. "Sam said dad used me as bait." I said. Dean lit a matched, then stiffened. "Ana, listen." he started, as he threw the match on the pile, already soaked in lighter fluid. "Dad and Sam fight a lot lately. I know you've noticed. It has nothing to do with you. Sammy has just been moody lately. Probably on his period or something.". We watched the bodies burn. "What's his period?" I asked him. His eyes shot up in what seemed like panic. "Uh-... I'll tell you later." He disregarded. He didn't tell me later, but I looked it up on Sam's laptop when we got back from the hunt. Gross. Dad finally came to tell us it was time to go. He was clearly still mad, but didn't say anything else.

"Dad-..er-... Sir?" I corrected myself. "Yes, Ana?" he turned to look at me. The boys were already in the car. "I'm sorry." I told him. "For what, Ana?" he asked, cocking his head at me. "For making Sam mad at you. I'll try to do better next time. I'll be better bait.". He looked down at the ground and sighed. "That wasn't your fault, Ana. I promise. You did great, all things considered. Way better than your brothers at your age. Sam just wanted something to be mad about." I nodded. "Because he's on his period or something?" I asked. Dad's eyes went wide. "Get in the car, kid." he ordered. "Yes sir." I quipped.

When we were both in the car, dad leaned over and whacked Dean on the back of the head. "What'd I do?!" Dean exclaimed, grabbing the back of his head and rubbing it. Dad just glared at him and started the car.

~Anastasia Winchester.

[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.

[roxy-bat-wolf-pack]

Sorry Guys!

Next chapter of WIMWIM✨️will be delayed one week. Please forgive me. I just need some extra time to figure out some plot details and perfect it.

Thank you for being so sweet and understanding loves!

[marunene]

Older sister Winchester: “Dean, stop it! look at me! Hey!”

Dean, blinded by rage as he punched a man: “WHAT?!”

*Sister casually gives him a uppercut and yells at him*

*the man laughs, sister yells at him too and threatens him*

Sam on the corner of the room: 😦

I just imagined this and I'm giggling HAUHAUAHAU

It's the best way to intervene in a fight

[unknowntoyou2205]

Stocking Filler

Info: Living on the road means no Christmas tree, but Dean makes sure his little sister has some of the Christmas magic.

Relationship: Winchester brothers x sister

Living on the road with an 8 year old was hard, but during the Christmas period it was harder for the brothers to keep their little sister lively. Seeing all the Christmas trees at each motel they went to, y/n always frowned when she seen the boxes that were underneath the tree. When they went to victims houses and see the piles of presents underneath the tree for the kids, Dean felt disheartened, knowing his sister couldn’t have that. But he wanted her to have some form of a normal childhood, so tried to do something special for her each year.

Y/n always stood admiring the Christmas lights that dotted the shops ceilings during Christmas time. She loved to press the buttons of each teddy bear or decoration she seen, much to the annoyance of her brothers. For an 8 year old she was very understanding when it came to their lives being very different to that of a normal family, but December she was always disappointed, knowing she couldn’t have the Christmas joy regular kids her age had.

“Sam, what is Christmas?” Y/n asked, looking up at her older brother innocently. Sam’s heart broke a little, knowing she wouldn’t get to experience the magic. “Well, Christmas is different for everyone. But for most of the world it’s a time for family and presents.” Sam spoke as he crouched down to his sister. “Why do they have a tree indoors?” Y/n asked, confused. “Well they place presents under the tree and then open them on Christmas day.” “Why don’t we have that?” “A tree in baby, no way.” Dean remarked, shaking his head rapidly at the thought. “No silly, presents.” Y/n giggled, and Dean and Sam looked at each other with sadness. “Our gift is each other, that we survived another year of hunting.” Dean smiled, crouching down beside Sam. “I like our present.” Y/n smiled widely, throwing her arms around her brothers necks. “Me too.” Sam sighed, patting his sisters back slightly.

Y/n pulled apart from the two older Winchesters before running down the aisle to where a large bear was dressed up as Santa and dancing. Sam watched her as she began wiggling with it with a laugh before looking to Dean who was moving away from him.

“Where are you going?” Sam asked his brother, frowning at him. “Getting her a selection box.” Dean stated, moving towards the chocolate section. “Your gonna make her hyper.” Sam called out. “No, I’m gonna give her Christmas memories.” “With a box of chocolates?” “Every kid loves them Sam.” Dean remarked, throwing his arms out before flipping him off.

True to Deans word, he got y/n a selection box, and she was over the moon to see the box cut out like a stocking . And true to Sams word, she became hyper on the chocolate, refusing to leave even one bar left. She winded up causing herself a sugar crash with all the giddiness she had, and Sam glared at Dean who avoided his sight.

“Told you she’d get hyper.” Sam snapped at his older brother. “Oh one day of her being hyper, the tragedy.” Dean spoke, acting scared, “let her live like a normal child for once Sammy, she doesn’t get that often.” “There are other things that could give her a normal childhood for a while.” Sam shot back. “Like the playground or something.” “It’s Christmas Sammy, you see her watching the presents under the trees and lights hung around. She doesn’t get that normal Christmas that every other child does, let her have this”  Dean spoke harshly, glancing in the rearview mirror to watch as y/n moved around in her seat to an uncomfortable position. “Who’s fault is that?” Sam snapped. “Don’t go there Sammy.” Dean shouted, only for Sam to look back when they heard whining, “Look I know you don’t agree with the way dad has her life, but we can make it a little better by giving her some aspects of a normal childhood alright.” Dean spoke softly, not wanting to wake their sister. “Right.” Sam sighed, leaning his head against the window.

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Case after case the Winchester’s rolled through each town, barely stopping for more than a few days, and soon it was Christmas eve. Dean had parked the impala at the top of the hill, and before Sam could remark about his choices the oldest brother leaned back to shake y/n who was covered in Sam’s jacket as she slept.

“What?” Y/n asked tiredly, not opening her eyes. “Come on, I want to show you something.” Dean spoke, moving to get out of the car. “What?” Y/n asked again, this time opening her eyes. “Yea what?” Sam asked, also moving to get out of the car. “I heard town folks talking about their annual firework display Christmas eve.” Dean explained to his brother before opening the back door and lifting y/n out of the car. “This is your way of giving her some form of Christmas.” Sam asked, confused as he grabbed his jacket. “Think positive Sammy.” Dean remarked, placing y/n on the hood of Baby before jumping on himself, Sam wrapping y/n in his coat once again.

The sibling trio remained silent as they overlooked the town below. Y/n leaned against Dean tiredly, and he wrapped an arm around her to keep her from falling. Seeing the crowds of people begin to gather down below, Dean nudged y/n to wake her up once again.

“Watch this y/n.” Dean spoke, leaning down to tuck some of the girls hair behind her ear. “Huh?” Y/n mumbled, confused on what was going on. Look.” Dean pointed to the sky as the display began.

Hearing the first bang, y/n quickly woke up and looked ahead with wide eyes. Sammy couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his face, grabbing one of y/n’s little hands to squeeze them reassuringly. Dean jumped down from the impala to lean against it, keeping his arm around y/n’s waist. He looked at the young girl to see her watching amazement, and he smirked at himself. Y/n quickly grew accustomed to the bangs, and began to giggle as the colourful sparks lit up the sky. Sam shared a look with Dean, nodding in confirmation.

“They’re pretty.” Y/n remarked, reaching a hand out in front of her. “Yea they are.” Dean smiled, looking at his sister who’s eyes never left the sky. “Can we watch them again?” Y/n asked as the display finished, a light trace of smoke filling the air. “Maybe another time. It’s getting late.” Sam spoke, and y/n awed in disappointment. “Hey now, no sad face for tonight of all nights.” Dean spoke, placing a finger under y/n’s chin to lift it up. “We’ll see them again soon.” Sam pointed out, and y/n smiled at that. “Why don’t you go to sleep, we’ll be at our next spot soon.” Dean leaned down to kiss y/n’s head before picking her up. “Will you stay with me?” She asked, snuggling into Dean’s chest. “No way is Sam driving.” Dean spoke quickly, causing y/n to lean away from him. “I’ll stay with you y/n, don’t mind him.” Sam spoke, sliding into the back where y/n happily crawled in to snuggle with her brother. “Yea your gonna be so stiff.” Dean remarked, sniggering at the thought of Sam’s long legs going numb from the back. “I don’t care if it gets her to sleep.” Sam remarked back, rubbing y/n’s arm gently as she closed her eyes. “Don’t complain to me when your legs go numb.” Dean spoke before starting the engine. “You know for someone who went out of his way to give y/n some form of Christmas, your very sour when it comes to getting her to sleep in the car.”  Sam remarked. “I can’t hear you over the music.” Dean spoke, even though they both knew he could since it wasn’t that loud.

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 Christmas morning, Dean and Sam sat at the table while y/n slept in. They were researching for their new case in town, and with libraries close for the holidays they only had their old laptops to work on. Dean looked over Sam’s shoulder when they heard movement, and soon a little face popped up from the pillows.

“Rise and shine sleepyhead.” Dean remarked, and y/n only groaned, turning away from them.

Sam didn’t turn around, waiting for the little one to come up to them. When he heard movement, he braced himself for impact, only to hear a gasp instead causing him to whip his head around in confusion, missing the smirk on Dean’s face.

“What’s up y/n?” Sam asked. “A socks one the floor.” Y/n replied, jumping off the bed. “That is where you threw them last night?” Sam spoke, confused. “Not my sock, a big sock, bigger than yours.” Y/n remarked, lifting up the sock with excitement. “What?” Sam asked, whipping his head to look at Dean who sat there with a smirk. “What you get y/n?” Dean called out, and y/n came running to them. “There’s something in it.” Y/n spoke excitedly, throwing the sock onto the table as she climbed onto Dean’s lap. “Damn right there is, it is Christmas after all.” Dean commented, and Sam chuckled in disbelief. “What you get y/n?” Sam asked, closing the laptops and moving them away to make room.

The brothers watched as y/n excitedly tipped over the sock, allowing the contents to fall out of it. Small toys, a bouncy ball and some coins landed on the table, and Dean moved y/n’s hair out of her face as she looked through the contents excitedly. Sam looked over y/n’s head at Dean, who just shrugged at him. Seeing a Christmas card at the bottom, Sam reached out to get it, before reading it and laughing.

“What?” Y/n asked innocently, reaching for the card. “I think this is for me and Dean y/n.” Sam spoke, moving his hand away from y/n. “It was in my stocking.” Y/n spoke sassily. “It isn’t exactly for your age.” Sam remarked, looking at Dean with a raised eye brow. “It was in the girls stocking Sam.” Dean spoke, smiling as he knew what was in it. “Merry Christmas you filthy animal. Out of all the cards you choose that.” Sam remarked, and Dean just smiled. “Well she is an animal.” Dean joked, tickling y/n’s sides causing her to squirm. “Merry Christmas y/n.” Sam spoke, deciding to ignore Dean’s antics. “IS this Christmas?” y/n asked, squinting her eyes. “This is our Christmas.” Dean spoke, leaning down to lean his head on y/n’s shoulder. “Merry Christmas Dean.” Y/n moved to wrap her arms around her oldest brother, “Merry Christmas Sammy.” She jumped over to Sam, who caught her before she fell. “Merry Christmas y/n.” Dean smiled, bouncing her new ball on the table.

[kwinsispn3]

in your arms

@coffeeandbatboys requested: I love your writing! Could you do a Winchester Sis fic where reader gets shot and dies in Dean's arms but comes back later and reunites with her brothers? Maybe set early on in the show? Thanks!

Pairings: Winchester brothers x little sis reader

Disclaimers: blood, open wounds, character death, angst

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: thank you sm!!! this was fun to write :)

Three weeks of work, and the hunt was nearing the end. Sam and Dean were hunting down an incredibly vicious skinwalker. Y/n, however was left out of the hunt of course. She was still too young to be involved, only 16, which she believed was old enough. No matter what, she couldn't convince her brothers to join the team yet, they wanted her to wait until she was older, and stronger. There was still a lot of time, training, and work to do before they'd feel safe bringing her along.

Of course, they would never feel safe bringing their little sister along on any hunt, no matter how simple. But, they had accepted long ago that this was the pattern of their life. Y/n would be involved in it one way or another, as unfortunate as it was. They had tried a few times letting her stay with friends of the family, but it always ended in something or someone tracking her down aside from Sam and Dean. It was always something. They felt safer anyways keeping her close.

Normally y/n would be hanging out at the motels while the brothers were out dealing with a hunt. But sometimes if they were in the middle of something on the go, like tonight, she'd have to wait in the car. Dean had hightailed it to the location where they had last sighted the skinwalker, everyone was very on edge since they knew it had multiplied by now.

Dean parked the impala far away from the abandoned property that was now a police crime scene. Y/n rested her arms across the shelf of the backseat, while she watched her brothers gather their weapons from the trunk. She let out a big sigh, she reveled in the moment of peace and quiet before the storm of the hunt began. Even though she was going to wait in the car, it was still agonizing not knowing if her brothers would return alive.

Dean walked around the car and opened the back door where y/n was sitting. She looked up at him stunned as he held out a gun for her to take. "Here. There's 6 silver rounds in there, just in case."

"In case of what?" She tried to hide the fear in her voice.

"Don't worry. You shouldn't have to use it, but these things are nasty. If there's a chance one finds you, don't hesitate... You remember how to turn the safety off?"

"Yeah." She looked down at the gun crowding her grasp. "Hey." Dean nudged her. "It's gonna be okay. We'll be outta here before you know it."

She only nodded in response. Dean leaned in and placed a kiss on her forehead, something he normally didn't do before hunts like this. Y/n picked up on both Sam and Dean's tense energy as they prepared to go into this hunt. She watched attentively as they walked towards the house, hoping and praying everything would go as planned.

It had been around 15 minutes of silence in the car. Y/n listened, not knowing what she was listening for, but hoping she wouldn't hear anything. She didn't want to hear anything. Any sounds of distress would not be good. She did another 360 check of her surroundings, making sure she didn't have anything sneaking up on her. Out of nowhere, a blunt force shattered the backseat window causing y/n to jump out of her seat, screaming. A coyote appeared in the window, jumping through the window into the backseat. Y/n knew it wasn't safe to leave the car, but was cornered and had no choice.

Y/n left the other back door open and started running with her gun clutched tightly. She pumped her legs with every ounce of force she had, knowing an animal on four legs was gaining on her quickly.

"Sammy!! Dean!" She called out as she got closer to the house, hoping one of them would hear her cries for help. She wasn't close enough, the coyote caught up and jumped on her, knocking her down to the ground. She hit the hard ground with a thud, turning herself over so she could fight back. The coyote pinned her small frame, she struggled underneath it, putting her arms up to stop it from doing any damage.

Sam came running out the back door of the house. "HEY!" He shouted to distract the animal. A shot rang out from his gun, nearly missing the coyote. The coyote stumbled back and started to shift, Sam saw it starting to change its form and helped y/n up. "C'mon, we gotta get inside." His voice urgent as he practically dragged y/n with him.

The two of them reunited with Dean once inside. Dean looked shocked to see y/n with Sam, looking between the two of them. "Dean, there's two of them now. There could be more for all we know." Sam said over y/n's heavy breathing.

"What happened!" He said in a stern voice.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It broke through the window and I didn't have anywhere to go... and... oh my god." y/n stuttered frantically, pausing in fear when she realized she dropped her gun and how mad Dean would be.

"Ok, ok, slow down. Did you try to shoot it at all? Where's your gun?" He demanded.

Y/n dropped her head in defeat, not wanting to look up at the disappointment she could feel all over his face. "I'm sorry, Dean. I dropped it..." she sniffled.

"The dog jumped her, came real close." Sam chimed in, taking some of the heat off y/n. Dean sighed heavily. "Alright, you stay behind us, you hear?" Y/n nodded in response, trying to keep her composure.

All were waiting in silence, knowing the skin walkers had gotten them cornered, right where they wanted them to be. Sam and Dean were fuming with anger, mostly at themselves for not seeing this coming. Now they had another objective besides taking down the enemy, protecting y/n. This was the last situation they wanted to be in.

One of the dogs came blasting through one of the rooms in the house, tackling Dean to the ground. Sam was split between making sure y/n was okay, and helping Dean. Sam saw y/n's scared expression looking at her brother being trampled by the wild beast, so he rushed over to kick it off of him. The two were distracted fighting off the first skinwalker, they didn't notice the second one creeping in behind them.

Three gunshots echoed through out the house suddenly, startling everyone. Sam and Dean covered their heads, not being able to see where it was coming from. Sam finally brought up his gun, aiming it at the first one with a clear shot. "Dean, look out!" with that, Dean rolled over as Sam took out the dog with a silver bullet. Both brothers stood up, standing their ground as they eyed carefully for the other predator. They finally spotted its form behind a broken wall, holding y/n's gun, pointed right at them. Dean didn't hesitate and fired every round he had at the creature before it had a chance to make a move.

It spasmed as it hit the ground, earning a relieving sigh from them. Then they remembered y/n... and the three random gun shots they didn't see.

"y/n?!!" both men turned around swiftly to find y/n lying still on the floor, huffing for air.

"y/n/n??! Hey...." Dean threw his knees down to the floor as he gently scooped up his sister into his lap. Both of their faces dropped when their eyes caught the blood that saturated her hands. Dean followed the trail of blood to her torso, seeing one bullet in her chest, one in her stomach. Y/n let out a whimper as his hand brushed past her wounds. "Ok, ok, ok, it's not that bad. Okay? You're gonna be okay." Dean's voice broke.

Sam looked at his brother and sister in disbelief, knowing Dean was wrong. She wasn't going to be okay. There was too much blood, there was no way she'd make it to a hospital in time. He crouched down next to his sister.

"Dean? Am I gonna die?" y/n let out with tears flooding her eyes.

Dean didn't know whether to lie or not. He did know that nothing could make the situation any better, so his best approach was to give comfort. "You're gonna be just fine, okay?" Dean's eyes welled with tears, seeing his sister so scared.

"I'm scared... it hurts too much." y/n let her cries go, gasping as she felt the life leaving her body. She wanted to hold onto her brother so desperately, but she felt weaker by the second and it was the most terrifying feeling. Everything felt out of her control.

"I know, I know... Listen, this isn't the end. We're gonna get you back y/n/n, we're gonna find you." Sam reassured her. Y/n's breathing grew more and more shallow, the color started to drain from her face. She looked up at both her brothers through glassy eyes. Their words turned into muffled noise, her throat fell dry, and everything became blurry. That was when she knew.

"I love you." she let out, barely a whisper as her lips mouthed her last words.

Dean looked down at his sister with doubt as the tension left her body and her eyes drew shut. He patted her face ever so slightly, knowing he wouldn't get a response but trying anyways.

'Y/n."

"y/n..."

"C'mon... Dammit, NO!!" Dean was in hysterics.

Y/n's arm fell to the side, catching Sam out of the zone he was in. Sam gingerly reached for her hand, looking up at the horror in front of him. Their baby girl. If anyone should ever have to feel that pain and be so scared, it didn't deserve to be her.

He casted his attention away from the messy scene and focused up at her face. "We're gonna get you back, bug... We'll find you. I promise."

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2 years had come and gone. The days were long, the nights were longer. Sam and Dean were strangers to life without their little sis, she was their light. After she had passed, they realized just how dour the world was without her presence.

The aftermath of that hunt was the hardest. Dean carried y/n back to the impala, laid her body along the backseat. They buried her the next day. The brothers went mute for the next few days, neither saying a word to each other. Not knowing what to say, not in the mood to say anything.

Dean was the first to eventually speak up. "We gotta find a way." He said while nursing a beer at the motel kitchen table.

Sam was laying across one of the motel beds, he perked his head up, knowing exactly what Dean meant.

"Yeah. And how do you propose we do that?"

Dean returned with a bitch face, not needing any of the attitude Sam was throwing his way. He then lowered his head, wishing he had an answer that made sense.

"What're you thinking... Crossroads demon?" Sam thought.

"No! We're not pawning off anyone else." Dean slammed his bottle down. The two argued for what felt like hours, discussing any possible way they could get y/n back. Eventually, they both threw in the towel, reaching a dead end in their ideas.

Come 2 years later, they were still chasing a trail, one they continued to chase to different dead ends. After talking to every source, reading every book, forum, looking into all sorts of lore... it all lead to nothing.

Everyday felt like the same agonizing pattern, over and over. Sam and Dean's bond was growing strained. No one ever realized it, but y/n was the glue that subconsciously held everything together. No matter what, y/n was their constant beacon of hope in the dark. It didn't feel whole without her. Both brothers wanted to keep holding onto the hope that they'd find away, but it kept growing more and more difficult. The thought of giving up and moving on was something they avoided with every ounce of strength they had. It scared them to even think about moving on.

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Y/n's view of her brothers hovering above her grew blurry, until her eyes shut against her will, leaving her with darkness. Moments later, she shot up, eyes open. It was dark, she couldn't tell where she was, and then she spotted the moon. It illuminated the night, glowing in the fog that surrounded the cemetery she stood in. Y/n looked around in confusion, not remember what happened or how she ended up there. She slowly stalked around the stones, shooting her head in all directions.

"Dean?"

Where was Sam and Dean? What happened... a cemetery? Maybe a salt n burn? "Dean, Sam? Hello?" She called out into the nothing. Her heart started to race with slight panic, feeling a rush of fear coursing through her veins.

"Hello y/n." A voice called out from behind, a soft voice. Y/n spun around on her heels, her gaze met with that of a young woman. Confusion fell upon her.

"How do you know who I am?" y/n was wary.

"Oh, I know everything about you."

y/n took a shaky step back. "It's okay, don't be afraid. My name's Tessa. I'm a reaper." She slowed with a light voice.

Y/n frowned. "A reaper? Wha- am I dead?"

"Yes."

"No. No, I can't. Not yet." Her mind raced a mile a minute, trying to remember what happened.

"It's going to be alright, y/n." Tessa tried.

"No, it's not!" "I want Dean." She then whispered to herself.

Tessa slowly came closer. "Listen, I know how you feel. But I'm afraid there's not much I can do."

"Please, not now.... I'll make a deal." y/n begged.

She shook her head, coming close to y/n. "Little Winchester, though I can help with that, I suggest otherwise. Though, I can already see the hurt the world is going through."

Y/n look up at Tessa. "What do you mean?"

"Without you, the- well.... I wish I could say more, but, you'll see soon enough." Tessa stopped.

"What? No! I want to know what is going on!" y/n demanded answers.

Tessa huffed with a small smile. "Let's just say, you're still needed in this world. So, just this one time, you got very lucky little one."

"I don't understand, reapers don't just... 'do a girl a favor' just like that? What's your game?" Y/n whined.

"Don't worry, one of you will see me again someday." Tessa breathed out. She started to reach out for y/n.

"One of us? No... what, you can't! No, stop!" y/n suddenly full of fear towards the reapers words, and the fact that she was trying to get to her. Y/n fell backwards trying to get away, falling into a pile of dirt. It felt like it sucked her into the ground, before feeling a hand grasp hers tight. It pulled her up through the dark ground, then suddenly feeling like she was suffocated by dirt. Her body jolted out of the trench, landing harshly on the ground. She coughed up dirt remnants and took some greedy deep breaths, blinking her eyes open to look at her surroundings.

Y/n looked around, seeing she was on the cold ground of a cemetery in the middle of the night. She looked up at the sky as the sun started to rise, allowing her to see the atmosphere more clearly. Her gaze fell to the ground next to her, seeing a deep half-filled hole in the ground with no marker.

'An unmarked grave?' she thought to herself. The events of the moments leading up to her death quickly flooded back. The memories of the reaper were erased. Y/n's hand went to cover her mouth in shock and fear, feeling confused and lost.

"Dean? Sam? Where are you?!"

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

Sam and Dean had finished another hunt. They were reluctant to take this hunt, seeing as it was in the same area y/n had died in. They hadn't been back since they buried her. With each hunt they found, they put all their energy into killing every monster they could amidst finding a way to get y/n back.

The motel was in their rearview mirror as Dean drove through the town. Sam looked up and out the window as he felt the car stop. He looked over at Dean, confused to see the car stopped in front of a cemetery. "What are you doing?"

"It's been 2 years... I thought, y'know." Dean left his words unfinished.

The realization came to Sam's face, watching his brother's anguished expression as he left the car. He followed behind Dean up the path to the resting site where they laid y/n, underneath the willow tree in the cemetery. Dean stood above the glowing green grass that hid behind the sun's partial shadows. Sam shuffled behind in silence, flooded with the unbearable memories from that day.

"What're we gonna do Dean?" Sam asked.

"Not now, Sam."

"I-I'm serious. Our leads keep getting colder, I can't make sense of anything else."

"Hey! Can we do this later? Seriously." Dean gritted his teeth, longing for a silent moment.

"Look, Dean. I know you're scared we're not gonna get her back, but we-"

"We are gonna get her back. No one said anything about-"

"Hey wait, what-" Sam interrupted.

"Sam, enough. Okay!" Dean grew agitated.

"Listen, I wasn't gonna say we weren't gonna find a way...." Sam stopped. He kneeled down, looking intently at the ground.

"What?!" Dean looked over his shoulder.

"Why is there... dirt, everywhere?" Sam looked up, turning around when he heard the familiar sound.

"Sam! Dean!"

Dean perked up as he recognized the sound of y/n's voice, sounding through out the air. "y/n!?"

"Dean!"

"y/n!"

The voices bounded back among the grounds before y/n's figure appeared from around the trees. Tears gushed from Sam and Dean's eyes as they caught sight of their sister in the distance, running at them.

The weight on y/n's chest disappeared as she was able to discern her two brothers. Tears shed from her lids as she got closer, opening her arms and practically falling into Dean. He engulfed her grasp with strong arms, lifting her up and bringing her close.

"Oh my god!" Dean breathed out heavily, letting out a thankful sob. "I was so worried."

"Me too. I was so scared..." y/n whispered into Dean's shoulder.

"I'm sorry, y/n/n. I'm sorry I wasn't able to protect you. That never should've happened." Dean apologized, all the guilt and sorrow built up over two years came flooding out.

"It's okay." Y/n could care less. She didn't see it as her big brothers fault. This job was dangerous, and she unfortunately saw first hand. "That doesn't matter now, I'm here." She caught sight of Sam's glossy eyes approaching her.

"Sammy!" She loosened her grip on Dean, leaning over to Sam who was there, ready to embrace her. His large frame overtook her and held on tight.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this." Sam mumbled in her ear. Y/n waited until Sam lowered her from his hug. "Wait, how long was I gone?"

Sam and Dean looked back at her in shock, finally coming to their senses and wondering how she got back.

"Two years."

Y/n stood in bewilderment. It didn't feel like she was gone for two years, what had happened during that time. How were Sam and Dean?

"I-I don't understand..." she breathed out with eyes welling up.

"It's okay, it's okay. We're here. We're all here now." Sam placed a comforting hand along her shoulder, reassuring all three of them.

"It didn't feel like two years... how did I get back?" y/n asked confused.

"You don't know how you got back?" Dean asked just as lost.

Y/n shook her head. "Can you remember anything about what happened." Sam asked.

"I remember- the pain. And, and Dean... Then, it's all nothing." y/n tried to focus.

Sam and Dean shared a look, knowing something must have happened on the other side for y/n to just come back like that. Another thing they would have to figure out. For now, the relief that filled them to have their sister back was enough.

"It's okay, we'll figure it out." Dean said rather quickly. "I'm just glad you're back, kiddo." y/n was pulled into another needy hug.

"I love you." y/n quietly spoke into Dean's shoulder.

"Yeah, me too kid."