#everyone is into pop until it mixes with hiphop like okay

[guangchuans]

my hot take: those complaining about rap lines in k-pop songs are the weakest link

[dreamin-of-somewhere-else]

No Brothers Here

Request: could you do a sisfic where the reader is a teenage girl (like between 14 and 17) and the boys do something that embarrasses her in front of her friends and she gets really upset and they get really confused because they don't know what they did wrong? Thanks and I really like your writing. - Anonymous.

Characters: Sam + Dean x sister!reader, OC friends.

Words: 1500

A/N: Might have twisted the request a bit, hehe.

I found the picture on google :)

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It’s the begging of the school year, your last year in high school. Since you and your brothers moved into the bunker, you’re able to go to the same high school instead of moving around, which was both a blessing and a curse. Yes, it was nice since it got you a bit of normalcy and a real shot at actually making friends. But on the other hand, it also took away the excuse to why you never made any friends. It was a bit stressful, and it made you very cautious of your friends. Who could blame you though?

There were things that your handful of new friends could never know about. One of them was hunting, that was, of course, a big no-no. And while there were a lot of things they couldn’t know about, there was a lot they actually just didn’t know about. Like your brothers for instance. You never talked about them, because that would you lead to a chain reaction of questions and a whole lot of lying to explain it all. You didn’t want that. But then again, you didn’t exactly know how you were going to pull it off, you sort of felt like it was inevitable that they would find out. You were going to try your best, even though it was stressing you out.

It’s the last year of high school, a lot is at stake. You want it to be great, unlike the others, and you were willing to work hard for that. It wasn’t about survival anymore, it was about making the best out of it.

You were currently walking across the grass over the schoolyard, your friends in sight. Emily, Morgan, Olivia, and Aaron were all standing by the parking lot. They were your actual friends. A little spark of excitement jolted in your chest as you got closer.

The sun was shining and it was a beautiful September day. Almost a bit too warm for the jacket you were wearing, even. The muffled beat of some hiphop music could be heard as cars started to pull in and out of the parking lot, engines being started and shut off. The school day was just over, and everyone was on the move, leaving the area. The lone hiphop music was mixed with other tunes from other cars, like pop and metal. Classic rock.

”Hi!” Morgan smiled, gaining the attention of the others, and they all turned to greet you.

”Hey,” you greeted in response, accompanied by a grin.

Before you could continue, you frowned as you heard familiar tunes getting louder and louder. You gazed in the direction the music was coming from and you spotted it — the Impala.

You feel the dread creeping over you — chills through your body and a sinking feeling in your stomach. No. They couldn’t be here.

Rolled down windows, and Dean’s tone singing along to Metallica. The car came to a stop, close, but at least not right next to you. Within hearing distance though.

”(Y/N)?” You heard Sam’s voice after the ignition was killed, and you forced your eyes shut.

This was exactly what couldn’t happen.

You heard Emily’s voice speak up right next to you, she must’ve leaned in. ”(Y/N), do you know these guys?” She asked in disbelief, a bit weirded out.

You understood her, why was two men in an old, black, car, blasting rock music, calling your name? Especially since you had never told your friends about them. They were confused. Understandable.

You opened your eyes to see your friends’ confused and wondering faces, all intently watching you, waiting for an explanation. Behind you, you could just tell your brothers were waiting too, expecting you to walk over to them.

Everyone was waiting for you.

”Well, uhm— They’re… my uncles.”

You were a good liar once working a case — why couldn’t you just spit out something believable when you wanted it the most.

You could hear them talking to each other behind you. And since you could hear, Emily, Morgan, Aaron and Olivia, most likely could too.

”I guess those are her friends?”

”Looks like she finally found some.”

”Shh, Dean—”

You could see how Aaron inspected your brothers — uncles — over your shoulder. ”Huh, I didn’t know—”

”I’m sorry.” You blurted out, as you turned around. ”I-I need to go.”

”(Y/N)?” Olivia called out after you, but you kept on walking, forcing yourself to pick up the tempo as you went. Meanwhile, you felt how their eyes burned your neck as they stared, confused.

Soon you were back at the bunker after a very quiet 10 minutes in the car. Once you entered your home, you instantly took off, trying to get away from Sam and Dean. Only that plan did not work out.

”(Y/N)?” You heard Sam’s voice behind you. You tried to ignore it. ”(Y/N)!”

Then you heard footsteps, it was Dean running towards you, to stop you. And then you just gave up and turned around. Dean slowed down and stopped. Sam joined him by his side. Both of them were looking at you.

”What?” You questioned.

”What’s wrong?” Dean asked, with his ’don’t you lie’ tone.

You let out a humorless laugh. ”What’s wrong?”

”Yeah, what’s wrong.” Dean pressed, slightly annoyedly.

”I told you not to come to my school.” You let out, feeling defeated, your voice almost trembling. It’s over.

Dean and Sam sheepishly looked at each other, thinking hard. ”Yeah… you might have done that, yes.”

You groaned and got this craving to just lie down on the floor and stay there, conquered.

But you didn’t.

”Yes, I did.” The anger had vanished from your voice and left behind a certain distress.

”I’m sorry, (Y/N), but I don’t see the problem. We were just picking you up…” Sam tried gently. He wore this guilty expression, but he also looked confused. Like he didn’t know why he felt bad, only that he had screwed up.

”Because at school… I wan’t feel normal.” You tried explaining it.

”And having big brothers isn’t?” Dean asked, confused.

”It is. But if you show up to my school, in front of my friends — my first ever friends, actually — there’s going to be questions. And then those answers will only raise more questions. And then after that, more follow-up questions. Why haven’t you told us about your brothers? Where are your parents? Why do you live with your brothers? Where do you live? Why can’t we ever visit your place? Why do you move around so much? Why won’t you tell us about yourself? Do you see what I mean?” 

After finishing your speech you felt tired, panting light for air as you had used every last bit of yours.

Dean slowly nodded.

”I get that. I do. I went to Stanford for god’s sake, because I wanted to be normal. It’s just that… Why didn’t you just tell us? That’s what we are for, to listen.” Sam looked slightly betrayed, like he was saddened that you hadn’t told him. And now it was your turn to feel guilty.

”I’m sorry. I guess I didn’t want to admit it… And maybe I thought you’d be disappointed, that I wanted to hide you from my friends and so on.” You told them, staring down at your shoes, as you couldn’t really meet their eyes.

”It’s fine.” Dean’s gruff voice spoke up. ”I’m sorry you don’t have a normal life…” He then added, a little quietly.

”No, no, no.” You instantly interrupted. ”That’s not your fault. I don’t blame you, promise. Don’t blame yourself. You never had a normal life either, and that wasn’t your fault. Neither is this.”

Silence fell over you free as your brothers contemplated your words. That is, until Sam broke it.

”Are we okay?” He asked, his hazel eyes looking at you in a begging manner. As if he wanted you to forgive him.

”Yeah.” You nodded. ”Just stay out of my school. You already graduated, face it.”

Dean snorted. ”I never did.”

”No, Dean, that does not mean that—”

Dean’s chuckle interrupted you. Oh, he was just joking.

Then Sam stepped forward, opening his arms. You stared at him for a couple of seconds, thinking about it, until you gave in.

”Fine.” You said, as you rolled your eyes. You closed the distance and wrapped your arms around his torso as he wrapped his around you.

It felt safe and the anger you felt was long gone.

You eventually stepped out of his hug, and Dean took the opportunity to ruffle your hair, which usually resulted in you glaring at him, but now you only smiled.

The argument was over so quickly that you almost felt silly, but you were kind of glad it was. There was enough drama in high school, you didn’t need anymore at home. Not with your brothers, who after all, were your best of friends. 

Always have been, always will.

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