#de-aged!sister

[dreamin-of-somewhere-else]

Little Sister [4]

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Characters: Sam Winchester, de-aged sister!reader, Jessica Moore, John Winchester (mentioned), Dean Winchester (mentioned).

Words: 1470

A/N: I probably should have said this earlier, but I don’t know or have any real experience with kids in the age of the reader, just so you know haha. So, if there something that doesn’t really add up/fit in the behavior or what not, I’m sorry, and at least you know why.

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Luckily, the fever had gone down by the time you woke up in the morning, and Sam could relax somewhat again when you were almost fully restored.

Right now, Sam was watching you draw. It was calming, to see you make strokes of color to form something out of your imagination, put the crayon down and then carefully, very carefully, choose the next color.

It was the second day of having you by his side, and right now you were sitting between Sam’s legs where he was sitting on the floor in front of the TV. You were concentrated, and a small crease was present on your otherwise smooth forehead. You also had your tongue sticking out in your close attention, but Sam doubted you knew that.

Sam almost felt like he suddenly had become a dad overnight. Or at least a much older brother with a whole lot of responsibility. It wasn’t that bad, mostly because he knew that it wasn’t for real. But having you here sure was cosy.

He liked this life. No, he loved this life. It was calm, safe, beautiful. It was his precious little bubble, a bubble where he could pretend that the things he had been fighting for most of his life, never existed. He had even learned to stop seeing the demons, vampires, werewolves, crocottas, or poltergeists hidden behind the printed words of the newspapers. To him nowadays, it was just another strange death, no more time spent analyzing it. And that just felt liberating.

You put down the blue crayon you held clutched in your small hand, studying your drawing. Your artwork consisted of a red little house placed on green grass with a blue sky and a sun above. It was a bit wonky and imprecise, but Sam thought it was adorable. You didn’t seem too content though, as you put the paper upside down and then shifted so you sat facing your brother instead.

”Sammy, where’s Daddy?” You asked with your soft, high-pitched voice.

Sam felt how dread washed over him. Up until this point, you hadn’t really asked a lot, and Sam never questioned it. However, he knew that it was naive of him to think that he would get away without giving any answers. Yet, he didn’t know what to respond now when the time had come.

He considered telling you that he didn’t know, which was the truth. But, he felt like that’s how he had been answering your questions, and figured you wouldn’t have it another time. So, the next best option was to tell a white lie, and then see what it leads.

”He’s… working.” Sam answered, and mentally cursed about how unsure he had sounded.

You thought about his statement for a little moment. By this time in your lives, you and Sam didn’t know your father’s real profession. You still thought he was a mechanic, and about three years would pass before you found out the truth. Although, Sam didn’t know if you knew about hunting in this state, maybe you remembered that part. He didn’t want to take any chances, anyhow.

”Then, where’s Dean-o?”

Another difficult question.

”He’s with Dad.” Sam didn’t meet your inquisitive eyes.

”But Dean’s only nine.” You stated, confused. Your dad never let his kids go with him to his ’work’, he always said you had to wait until you were older. ”And we’re only five, Sammy. Why is we alone?”

”Why are we alone.” Sam murmured as he corrected your grammar. He sighed, as he didn’t have an explanation for that. He tried to avoid the question. ”I’m not five, (Y/N).”

”But we are twins…” You spoke thoughtfully, that crease between your eyebrows reappearing.

Before he had time to answer, Sam heard some shuffling behind him. He felt his heart skip a beat, and his head whipped around, while he instantly tried to hide his shocked expression.

Leaning against the doorway to the room, he spotted his girlfriend, still dressed in her pajamas.

”Morning,” the blonde greeted, a brief smile on her lips.

Sam wearily studied her expression, freaked. Though, she was too far away for him to see if there were any traces that suggested that she had heard your last sentence.

”Morning,” Sam responded. You waved simultaneously.

”Already up?” Jess asked, still with that unreadable expression.

”Yeah, (Y/N) here woke up early.” He gently rubbed your back. ”She’s feeling better now. Don’t you kiddo?”

You nodded, happily. ”I does.”

Sam didn’t correct you this time, instead he was watching the tall, young woman.

”That’s great, (Y/N)!” Jessica smiled. ”I’ll be in the kitchen making breakfast.” She then announced, and left her spot.

Sam watched her retrieving back until he was sure she was too far away to hear them. Then, he turned around to face you again. He placed his hands on your narrow shoulders, and crooked his neck so that his eyes were at the same level as yours.

”(Y/N), you can’t call me twin, okay? It’s important.” His voice was gentle but serious. His orbs caught and held yours as he spoke.

You looked a bit startled, which made Sam feel a bit guilty. ”Okay.” You whispered.

But, of course, things couldn’t be too good.

Later that evening, Jess had confronted him, wanting to talk.

”Sam,” she sighed. ”I know that there is something going on. Something that you won’t tell me about. And I would like you to tell me, so can you please tell the truth this time?”

He couldn’t obey her. Not Jess. So, he quietly nodded, and followed her into their bedroom which was as far away as possible from your curious little ears.

Sam really had tried not to, he did. He never wanted Jessica to know about the supernatural. About hunting. But, things were just too off to come up with a rational excuse that explained it all. And Jess had noticed things, more than he had understood even though he always knew she was observant. So he had no choice. 

He sighed, and walked over to the bureau in the room. Pulling out the top drawer, that was filled with his clothes, his hands searched for something, Jess didn’t know what it was. Then he stopped, took a deep breath, and pulled out the thing. He handed it to Jess. It was a photo. Taken not long before you and Sam left for college, it imaged you two smiling into the camera. Sam had his arm wrapped around your shoulders and you had yours wrapped around his back. Before Sam even had the time to explain, Jess felt an uneasy feeling settle in her stomach. She had her suspicions who this girl in the photo was. She was in her late teens, and her features had matured, but her eye color corresponded, as well as the color of her hair. The smile was the same.

”This is (Y/N).” Sam murmured quietly, his eyes intently watching the picture, since he couldn’t bring himself to meet Jess’s ocean blue orbs.

He tried to only let her in on as little as possible, only enough to explain the situation a bit. But it was still enough.

Jess bolted out of the bedroom, a desperate Sam close behind; this was what he had feared. He had hoped that he could go through his life without ever bringing it up again. But of course, with his luck, that didn’t happen. Now he might have lost his true love, the girl he had bought a ring for. It was hidden in another drawer in that same bureau.

But both of the young adults stopped dead in their tracks when they saw you. You were standing by the front door and you were sobbing; your face was red and twisted into a grimace of despair, with your rosy cheeks drenched in tears. It was the first time you cried since your arrival, the breakdown Sam had awaited.

Both Sam and Jess felt their hearts ache because of the sight.

”My… fault.” You managed to get out between sobs, tears leaving glistening trails down your cheeks. ”I came and y-you fight!”

In fear, they saw how you reached for the handle of the front door, you were ready to leave.

”(Y/N), wait!” Sam called out, as he ran towards you, his kid twin, who had already began to open the door with your small hand, determined to get out of the way.

Sam caught up to you though, and closed the door before you. ”You’re not going anywhere,” he stated softly, though there was some stress in his voice.

Another sob rocked your body, your cheeks still wet. ”I-I’m sorry.”

Sam bent down and scooped you up in his arms in one swift movement. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck and hid your face in his shoulder. Your tears wetted his shirt.

”It’s not your fault.” Sam murmured, as he rocked your body. ”Shhh…. It’s okay, (Y/N), it’s okay.”