#Sam Winchester x Sibling reader

[sauntered-vaguely-downward]

Out of Reach. Sam Winchester x Reader (Sibling relationship) a tiny bit of Dean but mostly Sam

“Will you quit being a jerk!” She all but screamed from the kitchen. Neither Sam nor Dean could contain their laughter as they heard angry footsteps coming down the hall. 

“Whatever could be wrong, dearest sister?” Sam smirked, a laugh escaping his lips as Y/N appeared in the doorway, looking incredibly angry. 

“Quit putting all the food on the top shelves you dick!” She growled, coming to stand in front of Sam, poking him with her finger as she continued. “I know it was you because Dean would not dare to move the food because it would be more effort for him to get it later… YOU, on the other hand, are a first-class jerk and I know you put my goddamn cereal so high that I can't reach it!” 

“Not my fault you’re too tiny to reach the top shelf, me and Dean can reach just fine,” Sam smirked, trying to contain his laughter. 

“Yeah come on Y/N even Cas can reach the top shelf,” Dean chimed in, an equally annoying shit-eating grin on his face. 

“Guys this was funny when we were kids but it's not anymore! I’m hungry can you please stop moving the fucking food so I can’t reach!” She pouted, giving them both the best death glare she could muster. 

Both the Winchester boys were known for their height, Sam in particular. They got it from their parents, both of which were relatively tall people, certainly well above average. It made sense for them to be giants because that was just the Winchester way. 

Y/N, however, clearly missed that memo. At barely 5ft, Y/N was by a long shot the smallest member of the family. She may have been Sam’s twin but unless you knew them it was not particularly evident. She shared the same stunning looks like the rest of her family, as well as their courage and stubbornness, but when it came to height, well, she was a little behind in that sense. Often they joked that her fraternal twin had stollen all her height in the womb. 

“Will you please for the love of god get my cereal down before I kill you,” she groaned. Sam only laughed, not moving to assist her. 

“I don’t think I will you know,” he chuckled. Sam enjoyed mocking you for your height in any way he possibly could. He had done this since the day he started to outgrow her, and since then it became very much a part of their usual life. 

“You know what fine, fuck you, I’ll just go fucking mountain climbing to get my cereals!” And with that, she stormed off, her angry little stomps getting quieter as she marched away from her brothers. 

‘I can do this’ she thought to herself as she looked at the challenge in front of her. How hard could it be? All she needed to do was climb onto the worktop using one of the stools, and then pull herself up to the cupboards so she could reach the top. A little tiring yes, but it seemed relatively simple really. 

Lining up the stool she carefully climbed onto the worktop. Standing upright she used the shelves in the cupboard as a way of pulling herself up just long enough so she could reach out and grab her cereal. Sam, of course, had thought about the fact that she might have just climbed so had pushed it right to the back of the cupboard, just out of reach from Y/N’s grasp as she pulled herself up. 

“Come on…” standing on the very tips of her toes she reached out further, stretching as much as possible towards the cereal. “You can do it.” 

Just as her fingers brushed the side of the box, finally in reach, her toes slipped from under her, causing her body to hurtle towards the ground. Her legs twisted awkwardly as she fell, her head hitting not only the side of the worktop but the stool below. When her body hit the floor, the stool not far behind, it made a loud hud, one that the boys could hear from the other room. 

Rushing in they found Y/N on the floor, unconscious, a small cut on her head bleeding from where it had come in contact with the stool. 

“Shit Y/N!” Sam shouted, rushing to get her up off the floor. “Dean call Cas now!” Sam rushed off, carrying his sister on his arm. She was breathing which was good, but from the cut, he could only assume she had hit her head, something that needed to be looked at. 

The brothers didn’t have to wait long before Cas turned up. 

“What happened?” Cas asked, running his hand above her to sense for any broken bones. 

“I put the cereal too high, as a joke, she went up to get it and must have slipped off something,” Sam half-whispered, ashamed that his joke had caused her injury. 

“She’s just knocked herself unconscious, no concussion, she’ll be okay but she will have a headache when she wakes up and probably be a little dizzy too,” Cas sighed, “she’s also fractured her wrist but I’ll fix that now so she’s not in pain when she wakes up.” 

Sam sat by her side waiting for her to wake up, feeling awful because of what happened because of him. 

“Y/N I’m so sorry, I promise, I’ll never do that again, you could have been seriously hurt, and it would have all been my fault,” he said sadly, “from now on I will never mock you for your height, or do anything like that again.”

“I’ll hold you too that Sam,” she groaned as her eyes began to flutter open. 

“Y/n!” Sam pulled her into a hug happily. “I was so worried! I’m so sorry.”

“Sammy it's okay, you didn’t mean any harm by it,” she smiled, pulling away from her brothers embrace to sit up a little more. “I shouldn’t have been climbing either, to be honest, I should have just annoyed you enough into getting it down.” Both of them laughed, knowing she was very capable of annoying her brothers into doing things for her. 

“I promise I won’t do it ever again, I was being childish and it got you hurt, I will never mock you for being little again I promise.”

“I don’t mind the jokes,” she smiled at her brother. “But just don’t put things where I can’t reach them, particularly food.” They both laughed, Sam, pulling her in for another hug. 

“That's a deal then.”