#older sister winchester

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ᴘɪʟᴏᴛ - ᴇꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ꜱɪʙʟɪɴɢꜱ ꜱᴀ​🇲​, ​🇾​/​🇳​ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀɴ ʀᴇᴜɴɪᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴠᴇꜱᴛɪɢᴀᴛᴇ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴛʜ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴍɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴊᴏʜɴ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3

ᴡᴇɴᴅɪɢᴏ - ᴅᴇᴀɴ, ​🇾​/​🇳​ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴀᴍ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴊᴏʜɴ'ꜱ ᴄᴏᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀᴛᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ʜᴜɴᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀꜱ ɪɴ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀᴀᴅᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ - ꜱᴀᴍ, ᴅᴇᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ​🇾​/​🇳​ ɪɴᴠᴇꜱᴛɪɢᴀᴛᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴜɴɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴɪɴɢꜱ ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀ ᴠᴇɴɢᴇꜰᴜʟ ꜱᴘɪʀɪᴛ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

ᴘʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟʟᴇʀ - ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍʏꜱᴛᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴄʀᴀꜱʜ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇʀᴄɪᴀʟ ᴀɪʀʟɪɴᴇʀ, ꜱᴀᴍ, ​🇾​/​🇳​ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀɴ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʙʏ ᴀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴠᴇꜱᴛɪɢᴀᴛᴇ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴅɪꜱᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ-ᴄᴀᴜꜱɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴏᴀʀᴅ ᴀ ᴅᴏᴏᴍᴇᴅ ꜰʟɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴏʀᴄɪꜱᴇ ɪᴛ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ ᴍᴀʀʏ - ꜱᴀᴍ, ​🇾​/​🇳​ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀɴ ɪɴᴠᴇꜱᴛɪɢᴀᴛᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴇᴇᴍꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅ ᴏꜰ "ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ ᴍᴀʀʏ" ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

ꜱᴋɪɴ - ꜱᴀᴍ, ​🇾​/​🇳​ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀɴ ʜᴜɴᴛ ᴀ ꜱʜᴀᴘᴇꜱʜɪꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀꜱ ꜰʀᴀᴍᴇᴅ ꜱᴀᴍ'ꜱ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇɢᴇ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

ʜᴏᴏᴋ ᴍᴀɴ - ꜱᴀᴍ, ​🇾​/​🇳​ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀɴ ɪɴᴠᴇꜱᴛɪɢᴀᴛᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟʟʏ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

ʙᴜɢꜱ - ꜱᴀᴍ, ​🇾​/​🇳​ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀɴ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴋʟᴀʜᴏᴍᴀ ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴠᴇꜱᴛɪɢᴀᴛᴇ ᴀ ʀᴇᴄᴇɴᴛ ꜱᴘᴀᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ɪɴꜱᴇᴄᴛ-ʀᴇʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜꜱ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ʜᴏᴜꜱɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴠᴇʟᴏᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

ʜᴏᴍᴇ - ꜱᴀᴍ, ​🇾​/​🇳​ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀɴ ɢᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʟᴀᴡʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴠɪꜱɪᴏɴ ꜱᴀᴍ ʜᴀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏʟᴅ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

ᴀꜱʏʟᴜᴍ - ꜱᴀᴍ,​ 🇾​/​🇳​ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀɴ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ᴀʙᴀɴᴅᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴀꜱʏʟᴜᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇꜱ ᴇxᴛʀᴇᴍᴇ ʀᴀɢᴇ ɪɴ ɪᴛꜱ ᴠɪᴄᴛɪᴍꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴄʀᴏᴡ - ꜱᴀᴍ, ​🇾​/​🇳​ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀɴ ᴀʀɢᴜᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴡᴀʏꜱ; ᴅᴇᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ​🇾​/​🇳​ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ʜᴜɴᴛ ɪɴ ɪɴᴅɪᴀɴᴀ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴀᴍ ꜱᴇᴇᴋɪɴɢ ᴊᴏʜɴ ɪɴ ᴄᴀʟɪꜰᴏʀɴɪᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

ꜰᴀɪᴛʜ - ᴡʜᴇɴ ​🇾​/​🇳​ ɪꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ, ꜱᴀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ꜰᴀɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀʟᴇʀ ɪɴ ɴᴇʙʀᴀꜱᴋᴀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴜɴᴛ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

ʀᴏᴜᴛᴇ 666 - ᴅᴇᴀɴ'ꜱ ᴏʟᴅ ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇ, ᴄᴀꜱꜱɪᴇ, ᴄᴀʟʟꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇꜱᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʜᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʀᴜᴄᴋ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏꜰꜰ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏᴡɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ -ꜱᴀᴍ'ꜱ ᴠɪꜱɪᴏɴꜱ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ꜱᴀᴍ,​ 🇾​/​🇳​ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ ᴛᴇʟᴇᴋɪɴᴇᴛɪᴄ ʙᴏʏ ᴡʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴍᴀʀʏ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɴᴅᴇʀꜱ - ꜱᴀᴍ ɪꜱ ᴀʙᴅᴜᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴀɴɴɪʙᴀʟɪꜱᴛɪᴄ ʜɪʟʟʙɪʟʟɪᴇꜱ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴇ, ​🇾​/​🇳​ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀɴ ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴᴠᴇꜱᴛɪɢᴀᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴇᴠᴇʀᴀʟ ᴅᴇᴄᴀᴅᴇꜱ' ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ᴍɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ - ᴍᴇɢ ʟᴜʀᴇꜱ ꜱᴀᴍ, ​🇾​/​🇳​ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜɪᴄᴀɢᴏ ɪɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴀ ᴛʀᴀᴘ ꜰᴏʀ ᴊᴏʜɴ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

ʜᴇʟʟ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ - ꜱᴀᴍ, ​🇾​/​🇳​ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀɴ ꜱᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱʜᴜᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴛᴇʀɴᴇᴛ ᴀᴜᴅɪᴇɴᴄᴇ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ - ᴅᴇᴀɴ, ​🇾​/​🇳​ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴀᴍ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴠᴀɴQᴜɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ꜰᴏᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ -- ᴀ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴜᴄᴋꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪꜰᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇɴᴀɴᴄᴇ - ᴀ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀꜱ ɪᴛꜱ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀꜱ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3

ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴀɴ’ꜱ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ - ꜱᴀᴍ, ​🇾​/​🇳​ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀɴ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴊᴏʜɴ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜɴᴛ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɪɴᴠᴇꜱᴛɪɢᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ꜰᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

ꜱᴀʟᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ - ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇꜱᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴍᴀʀʏ ᴅɪᴇᴅ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ’ꜱ ᴛʀᴀᴘ - ꜱᴀᴍ, ​🇾​/​🇳​ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀɴ ʀᴇꜱᴄᴜᴇ ᴊᴏʜɴ, ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3

[m3ntally-unstable]

Why is it that everytime I search for a certain thing I GET THE OPPOSITE. I SEARCHED FOR ANGST NOT SMUT, I WANT ANGST. I AKSED FOR SMUT NOT FUCKING FLUFF AND SHIT 😡😡😡😡 please update your system tumblr I beg of you

[fandomoniumflurry]

I need to get back to this series. Anyone be interested?

Reckless Abandon Masterlist

Prologue

Dec 25th, 1983-Drabble

Best Little Brother- New Year’s Drabble

Chapter 1: Pilot

Millie’s 30th Birthday- Post season 3 drabble

Chapter 2

600 Followers Celebratory Drabble

Halloween Drabble

In My Time of Dying

Millie and Chestervelle -5x10

Grey Hairs -Drabble

Swan Song

NINE Tribute masterlist

[older-sister-death-match]

QUARTERFINALS - MATCH 2

Propaganda Under The Cut:

GERARD WAY:

prettiest girl in the whole wide world

DEAN WINCHESTER:

i dont even have to explain this one do i

LILITH CLAWTHORNE:

ok she and eda are literally the most precious ever and yeah they are enemies for most of season one but they make up and lilith stops trying to capture her baby sister and instead takes on part of her curse and becomes the most aroace cool aunt historian bad girl of all time

[crocodilenjoyer]

he's our little brother. take care of him.

anne carson - antigone / alec benjamin - if we have each other / dan pearce - single dad laughing: the best of year one / kodaline - brother

[ellieslittleburrow]

What's that you're wearing?

Summary : Sam and Dean aren't too happy with your short little skirt.

Warnings : Just the face-shrinking idea of an older person telling you to wear something longer.

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Sporting an outfit you've been working on for hours, you walked into the main space of the bunker, collecting your belongings you left earlier on the table before a scoff stops you in your tracks. You look up to find your two brothers, Dean eyeing you up and down and Sam averting his gaze in a remorseful manner.

"What are you wearing?" Dean asks bluntly and you look down at your off shoulder white top and pirate-esque skirt-uh-short short skirt and shoes. "Where do you think you're going with that?"

"What do you mean what am i wearing?" Fake confusion contorts your features before you continue. "I told Sam already about the pirate inspired party i'm going to-"

"Is the ass showing part of the party requirements? Because that's all there is to see, y/n." Dean bitterly sips his beer, ignoring your gaping mouth. He did not just say that to you-

"Um...Dean, that was the cringiest thing anybody's ever said to me in my life." You hold your hand out in front of you, gesturing a "stop" before you roll your eyes over to Sam, who drops his gaze down again.

"Im sorry, honey..." Sam starts, his voice much softer and apologetic than Dean's. "but he's right..." Sam gestures at your skirt. "It's too short, honey. You.'ll be going alone i don't think it-it's the b-"

"He means to say go get changed, kid." Dean sternly adds, leaving no room for argument.

You ignore him, still focusing on Sam.

"But Sammyy-come on, it's nothing-I'm going out partying not to a convent-Plus it took me an hour to put it all together."

As if that last bit of info is going to save your ass.

"Well, the good news is-you're wearing so little it'll only take you a few seconds to remove."

See? You'd chuckle at Dean's remark if it weren't meant only meant to shame you at the moment. So you just huff and head back to your room when Dean nods towards the hall, gesturing for you to go, one last time.

A longer skirt is waiting on your bed, anyway, mocking your efforts. Well, maybe next time.

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Hello peeps, I hope you guys liked this one! I just wrote it in like-an hour. I'm having such writers anxiety i hope i get the motivation back soon. Peace ❤️❤️❤️🥀🥀🥀

[jasmines-library]

Hi!! I LOVE UR WRITING SM!! im literally obsessed with ur batfam and supernatural fanfictions!!

So, could u PLS write an older winchester sibling one where they take care of their younger brothers when they were children and how much more difficult john made it fore them and then maybe throw in a scene when theyre all older (like during the show) where the brothers maybe express their appreciation for them??

Thanks in advance!! ❤️

Family First

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Warnings: sort of abuse mentioned, death mentioned.

Word Count: 1.3k

⛧ BATFAM MASTERLIST ⛧

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Protect your brothers at all costs. That was what your father always told you. As the eldest, it was your duty to look after them, to teach them and to protect them from the world whilst your father was away. Three years older than Dean and seven years older than Sam, you have a lot of responsibility to look after them. 

Most of your time was spent in some dead-beat motel, where the taps dripped constantly and the wallpaper was either shrouded with mould or peeling off. Sometimes both at the same time. With the loss of your mother and the often absence of your father, you played more of a parental role to your little brothers than anyone else. You were there for birthdays to see the gleam on their faces when they unwrapped the presents you had managed to steal or scrounge together with what little money you had. You were there on christmassed when John, too obsessed with work to care, wasn't. No matter how many times you had to lie to them about where he was, it never got easier. You never got used to seeing the disappointment on their small faces; their eyebrows knitting together and their eyes drooping with sadness. And it never got easier seeing them slowly begin to lose hope in their father. To see them slowly realise that he wasn’t coming home most nights. Slowly, as they grew, they began to see through your excuses for John, becoming wise to his actions. To his neglect. But the worst part was the worry. Worry for John, but also for your brothers. Even as they slept, sprawled out on the motel bed, you would stay on the couch, eyes wide awake as you nursed a mug of lukewarm coffee, eyes flicking between whatever shitty cartoon you had playing on mute, and your sleeping brothers just waiting for something. For one of them to wake up from a nightmare. For something to somehow slip through the doors and windows you had locked firmly shut, and double checked at least three times. The fear of something happening to your brothers gripped you tight like a vice, consuming you completely. A lot of it stemmed from the ‘maternal’ role you played for them. But a lot if it was fear driven into you by your father. 

He was hard on you. That was very clear. John had always been very clear with his discipline. Especially since your mom died. There was one time that something did happen to your brothers whilst on your watch. And the memory scarred you to this day. You had left the motel room for a minute. You had wanted to slip across the hall to the vending machine, and selfishly wanted some peace and quiet away from your brothers for once. But….when you returned your heart practically dropped through your feet. Sam, barely 10 years old, was lying on the bed, Dean not far away and in the two minutes that you had taken your gaze off of your brothers, the Shtriga that your father was out hunting had managed to slip through the window to feed on your youngest brother. Luckily, your father had returned in time to kill the striga and both Sam and Dean were completely fine. But you had hell to pay from your father. To say he scolded you would be putting it lightly. You never took your eyes off of your brothers after that. 

As you all grew older, and your father had deemed Dean old enough to look after Sammy, you began to hunt with your father. The training was rough, and often you came home battered and bruised. But that was just the life of a hunter. Hesitation would be punished. Hesitation could get you or someone killed; shoot first ask questions later. Always. Hunting with your dad gave you a rush. The two of you began to grow a little closer as you spent more time with him. Sure, he was hard on you. But you knew he just wanted you to be safe….. You began to enjoy hunting once you pushed past the initial fear and the butterflies that stirred in your stomach until they made you feel sick. It gave you something to do. It gave you a purpose. It made you feel like you were helping. Saving people. Though the nervousness still lingered when you were away from your brothers. The longer you were away the more the thoughts of something bad happening to them consumed your mind even though you knew they were old enough to handle themselves. You hated to admit it…but it sort of hurt that they didn’t need you anymore. 

Overtime, things changed. Dean began to hunt too. Sam drifted apart. Until that fateful night that he left. You still remember the argument. The slamming of doors as he left for Stanford with no plan of when or if he would even return. Dean needed you for the first time in a long time that night. John had stormed off, heading to the local bar to drown his problems with drink. You were sure that if you hadn’t been there, then dean would have been following shortly behind like a dog in tow. A lost puppy following its owner. The two of you sat in silence that night, clinging on to every shred of the comfort you could give each other. To every shattered fragment of your broken family. 

Things fell apart further when your Dad went missing. With Sam gone, Dean and you would often go on hunts together. Sometimes with your father. Often not. And sure, sometimes you would go a little while without seeing each other if the jobs didn’t line up, but this time it had been too long. So you hauled yourself into Baby, who John had gifted to you, and took the long drive to visit Sammy at Stanford. You couldn’t believe how much he had grown since you last saw him. He was taller. That was the first thing you noticed. He even dwarfed Dean who already towered over you himself. And he had changed his hair too. It framed his face more. He was so grown up so different, but even with the time apart the love between you still remained. It was that reason that Sam decided to join you. Broken and grieving his girlfriend, once again Sammy needed you. And you were ready to be there for him. It felt like being a child again; having your brothers relying on you once more. But even with years away from them, the feeling still came naturally. 

The three of you became thick as thieves again after that. Sam stayed. Sam died. Sam came back. Dean died. Dean came back. Over and over again the three of you would be separated. And each time you found your way back to each other. Every time you were there. 

It was a hot day in California when it happened. Dean had been driving Baby, the windows rolled down as your and Sam's voices melded with the music blasting from the stereo. It was one of those days in between hunts where life was just so worth living. Where the Winchesters could just be. You had stopped at a small cafe in the mountains. It was a pretty thing; small and on the roadside by a lake in the mountains. It had a small picnic space that you and Sam resided in as Dean brought over your order. He had insisted in going in himself, even though you had offered countless times to go in for him. 

The glass clinked against the class as he placed the tray down on the table.

“Thank you, Deano.” you smiled softly, taking your order from the tray and savouring the ice cold of your drink as you took a sip. 

Dean sat beside you. “It’s no problem. You’re always doing things for us, you know? Let us do something for you. Even if it is just driving and buying you lunch.”

“Seriously,” Sam added, “You’re always helping us out. Patching us up. Keeping us safe. You’re always there.”

You shrugged. “I don’t mind.”

“We know.” Sam hummed. “But I guess we’ve never really said thank you.”

“You don’t have to, Sammy. It’s just my job. Someone’s gotta keep you two in line.”

They both chuckle lightly. “Seriously though. Thank you.”

Your heart warmed, a soft, loved smile creeping onto your lips. “Anytime, you call and I’m there. Always.”

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🌑 ੈ✩‧₊˚ ━━━━━ ACROSS THE COUNTRY

SUMMARY ➤ Dean and Sam, concerned about their missing father, approach their estranged elder sister Y/N, an FBI agent, for help. Despite initial resistance due to past grievances and her current job, Y/N eventually agrees to join them in their search, setting the stage for a journey filled with potential challenges and dangers.

WARNINGS ➤ injury’s, injured Y/N, stabbed wound (to the shoulder), small shard of glass on Y/N’s face and the back of their head, and slight arguing.

CHARACTERS ➤ Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Y/N Winchester, mentions of John Winchester, and Adam William (added character)

WORD COUNT ➤ 1,180 words

OTHER ➤ Y/N is a FBI agent, small mention of Y/N being 32 years old, set in season 1, episode 1.

AUTHOR’S NOTE ➤ first fanfic! hopefully dean and sam don’t act too OOC, but lmk if they do!

"Dad hasn't been home in a few days."

Sam took a deep breath before responding, "So, he's working one of his usual overtime shifts on a 'Miller Time'. It's nothing to worry about. He's bound to stumble back in sooner or later."

Dean glanced down at the cold, hard ground, allowing his eyes to linger there for a moment before looking back up at Sam. His voice was full of concern as he said, "Dad’s on a hunting trip, and he hasn’t been home in a few days."

Sam’s expression remained stoic, giving away nothing of the worry that was slowly starting to creep in. Jess, who had been quietly observing the exchange, glanced up at him.

"Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside."

"I mean, come on. You can't just break into my place in the middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you," Sam said, his voice echoing in the silence of the night as he followed Dean down the stairs.

"You're not hearing me, Sammy. Dad's missing. I'm not just asking you to hit the road with me. I need you to help me find him." He looked back at Sam, his eyes pleading for understanding.

"I- I don’t understand, why couldn’t you have called Y/N? Isn’t she an FBI agent or something like that?" Sam questioned, his hand reaching out to grab Dean’s shoulder in an attempt to halt his progress.

Dean sighed loudly, a sound that echoed throughout the quiet night. He bounced on the balls of his feet, a nervous habit he had whenever he was troubled. "Well I… kinda don’t know where she is…" he admitted shamefully.

Sam’s eyebrows furrowed, a clear sign of his confusion. "What do you mean you ‘don’t know where she is’?"

Dean pursed his lips and rubbed his hands together, his gaze dropping to the ground. "Well I don’t know her exact location but I know she’s somewhere in Washington DC or something like that!"

Sam scoffed in disbelief and shook his head. "That’s all the way across the country."

"Well did you want this to go quicker?" Dean shot back defensively.

Sam simply rolled his eyes at Dean.

"Look, are you coming with me or not?" Dean asked, his patience clearly running thin.

"I’m not." Sam said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Why not?" Dean questioned, his frustration clear.

"I swore I was done hunting. For good."

"Come on. It wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t all bad."

Dean starts heading down the stairs once again, with Sam quickly on his trail.

"You know, in almost three years I've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing," Dean tried to reason, his voice softening.

Sam looks away and sighs, then looks back.

"All right. I'll go. I'll help you find the both of them."

Y/N, a 32 year old FBI agent, sat in the back of the ambulance as the woman cleaned up her many cuts. Her shoulder had been stabbed by the unsub and her head was smashed into a sheet of glass.

"Alright, you're done." The woman finished cleaning her cuts, placing a bandage on her forehead and applying gauze tape to her wound.

Y/N smiled at the woman and hopped off the ambulance truck.

"Y/N!" someone shouted from the distance. She turned to see her great friend Adam, who was the first one to welcome her to the FBI.

She smiled softly as he gave her a comforting hug, "Ow, my shoulder." Her nose scrunched up in pain.

"Sorry," the corners of his mouth turned up as he let go of her.

Other agents of the FBI walked up to her, thanking her for her bravery. "Thank you for saving that girl's life."

"No problem." She gave them a comforting smile.

The agents walked away to discuss matters with other departments.

Y/N and Adam talked about the case for a little while, before Adam turned his attention to something behind her.

"Hey, do you know those people over there?" He asked.

She turned around to look at the people Adam was pointing at. She tilted her head to the side, squinting slightly as she tried to recognize them.

Why did they look so familiar?

Her face paled when she realized who they were.

"Uhm, yea- yeah I do, I’ll be right back," she stuttered, patting his shoulder reassuringly before she walked away.

"What are you guys doing here and how in the hell did you guys find me?" Y/N whispered-yelled at the two boys, her eyes wide with surprise.

"We need your help," Dean replied simply.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and put her hands in the back pockets of her jeans, "Oh, so all of a sudden you both need me after what, three years of not talking to me?"

Dean, with a dramatic flair that was all too typical of him, let out an exaggerated sigh. "Listen-" he began, a note of desperation creeping into his voice.

But she cut him off, her frustration palpable. "Dean, please, I really don’t have time for this," she said, waving a hand dismissively.

Sam, practically silent until now, took a step forward. His eyes critically scanned over her face and body, noting the signs of recent distress. "What happened to your shoulder?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

In response, she lifted a brow and shot him a sarcastic look. "Take a guess, Sam. I’m in the FBI," she said dryly.

He rolled his eyes at her retort. Typical Y/N, he thought, not for the first time.

Dean, who had been silent during their exchange, finally spoke. "Dad’s been missing for a few days, and we… we need you," he stated, his eyes narrowed and serious.

Her reaction was almost immediate. Her jaw tightened, her eyes darkened, her whole demeanor turned defensive. "And why would I want to find him?" she shot back, her voice icy.

He faltered, at a loss for words. He turned away, his gaze landing aimlessly on the nearby crime site.

Now it was Sam’s turn to speak up. He stepped forward, his eyes pleading. "Y/N, please, we really need you right now," he implored, giving her a puppy-dog look. It was a tactic he used to use all the time when he was younger to get what he wanted.

She looked away from him, her lips pursed, her face screwed up in thought. After a long pause, she finally voiced her question. "How- how long is this going to take?"

Dean was the one to answer. "Four days."

She sighed out loud, a wearied sound that echoed in the silence. "You do realize I have a real job, right?" she asked, a note of exasperation in her voice.

Dean rolled his eyes, a retort already forming on his lips. But before he could speak, Y/N interrupted him.

"Fine, I’ll go with you two," she said, her voice resigned.

Dean smiled lightly, relief flooding his features. "Thank you, Y/N."

And so, they walked together to Dean's car, unaware of the challenges and dangers that lay ahead of them.

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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

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Later that day, the Impala pulls up to the abandoned lumber mill. Y/N slowly comes to a stop as she looks up at the building apprehensively. The three get out, and she looks between her brothers.

"You must think I'm insane if you think I'm going in there," she says.

"We need backup, and you're all we got. You're going in, Y/N," Sam says.

"But you are two full-grown men. Why do you need me coming in?" she asks. The brothers shake their heads, not answering. She breathes out and bends down to grab her bottle of whiskey, taking a big sip. She shakes her head at the burning sensation of the whiskey. "Alright. Let's do this." She stuffs the whiskey back into her jacket pocket and walks around to open the trunk. She looks up at the building before back to her brothers, smiling nervously. "It is a little spooky, isn't it?" Sam and Dean give her a look as she opens it. The brothers pick up guns, Dean handing her one. She holds her hands up. "Oh, I'm not carrying that."

"Why?" Dean asks. Y/N looks between them.

"It could go off," she replies. She picks up a flashlight, holding it with both hands and close to her chest, smiling. "I'll man the flashlight." Dean and Sam share a look, huffing laughs.

"You do that," Sam replies. Y/N smiles and turns around to face the mill. They enter the lumber mill, and the EMF meter starts going off straight away. Y/N looks down at it.

"EMF's not gonna work with me around, is it?" she asks.

"You don't say," Sam answers, sarcastically. "Come on." They begin to walk again, only for something to catch his eye. "Wait..." He startles Y/N. Sam bends down to the floor, Dean and Y/N following, and picks up a ring. "To Frank. Love, Jessie." Frank O'Brien's ring."

"What the hell was Frank doing here?" Dean asks.

"No idea," Sam answers. They continue to walk through the mill until they come to a room full of lockers, where they hear rustling. Sam puts a hand on the locker with the rustling and whispers a count of three before opening the locker. A cat meows and jumps out, causing Y/N to let out a high-pitched scream of terror.

"That was scary!" she says, trying to laugh it off. Sam and Dean look at her before walking off. She stares after them, scared. "Wait." The three walk into an office-looking room, the brothers holding their shotguns up high while Y/N walks in the back with her flashlight tightly held. Something catches her eye, and she walks over while Sam picks up an ID card.

"Luther Garland," he says, showing Dean, who is stood beside him. Y/N curiously walks over to a table to see a drawing of a woman.

"Hey, this is uh..." She trails off while opening up a missing poster of a similar looking woman. "This is Frank's wife."

"Plot thickens," Dean says as he and Sam walk over to her.

"Yeah, but into what?" she asks. Y/N tears off the drawing, and instantly the machines in the mill turn on. She jumps back, gasping. Y/N scans her flashlight over the room to where she does a double-take after seeing something in the corner. Her face drops when she sees the man standing facing the corner, still. Sam and Dean see her expression and turn around to follow her gaze, to which they also get startled at the uninvited guest and raise their shotguns high. The two walk forwards while Y/N stays back, frightened.

"Hey!" Sam calls out to the man. He turns around to face Y/N, only to see her running out of the mill. Dean looks back and scoffs.

"You've gotta be kidding me," Dean says. They turn back around to see the man in the corner turn around. He begins to move towards them but is quickly shot by Dean.

Y/N sits outside at the boot of the Impala, gulping down her whiskey quickly and hastily. Dean and Sam come running up to her, panting. Sam holds up the card of Luther Garland.

"Guess we got the right place," he says.

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The three made their way back to the sheriff's station, dressed back up in their agent disguises. Sam and Dean stand at the desk of the deputy, who walks over to them carrying a folder. Y/N stands back away from them.

"This is the Garland file," Linus says, handing Sam and Dean the file-who opens it. He looks over their shoulders to see Y/N swaying. She looks over at the elder lady in the waiting room. "Is she...drunk?" Sam and Dean turn to face her, and she turns to face them. She winks and gives them a thumbs up weakly. The brothers turn to face the deputy.

"No," Dean replies shaking his head.

"Deputy, according to this, Luther Garland's cause of death was physical trauma," Sam says, pointing at the folder. "What does that mean?"

"The guy died 20 years ago, before my time. Sorry."

"Then can we talk to the sheriff?" Sam asks, gesturing his head to the sheriff's office.

"Um, he's out sick today."

"Well, if you see him, will you have him call us?" Dean asks. Behind the two, Y/N holds up her hand, looking at it intently. "We're staying at the Bluebird. Mind if I take this?" The deputy shakes his head, and the brothers walk off. Y/N smiles and points at the deputy.

"Know what?" Y/N asks. "You're awesome."

"Thanks. Um, y-you too, I guess," the deputy replies, smiling awkwardly. Y/N chuckles, and Dean comes back, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her along.

==

The three arrive at the Peaceful Pines Assisted Living at night and walk inside. They turn a corner, only for Y/N to be startled by an elderly resident that they bump into in the hallway.

"This isn't gonna work. Come on, these badges are fake. What if we get busted?" Y/N panics. The three stop as Dean holds her shoulder.

"Y/N, shh! Calm down." Dean hisses. Y/N shakes her head.

"How can I, we could go to jail."

"You have to calm down, Y/N." Sam says. "Deep breath, okay?" Sam takes a deep breath, to which Y/N imitates. "There. You feel better?" She shakes her head no. "Just come on." Sam pulls her along back down the hallway, with Dean on her other side. "Don't scratch." They walk into a cafeteria to where they see someone sat at a table, leaning on his hand. Sam clears his throat.

"Mr. Garland. Hi uh, I'm Agent Tyler. This is Agent Perry, and Agent Kramer," Sam says, gesturing to the twins. "FBI. We'd like to ask you a few questions about your brother Luther." Mr. Garland clasps his hands together, looking up at the three.

"Let me see some I.D.," he asks. Y/N quickly looks at her brothers with fear.

"Certainly," Dean says, staring at Y/N. They pull out their I.D.'s and show them to Mr. Garland. The man takes them to inspect them closer. He looks up at Y/N, and she smiles nervously.

"Those are real, obviously," she says as Sam clears his throat in warning. She looks at him before back at Mr. Garland. "I mean, who would pretend to be an FBI agent, huh? That's just nutty." Dean kicks her in the leg, making her hold back a groan of pain. Y/N quietly looks to her brothers, seeing them flash Mr. Garland a small smile.

"Don't mind her," Dean says. "Just nervous that she'll miss her date." Mr. Garland sighs and hands their badges back.

"What do you want to know?" he asks. Sam opens the folder and sits down at the table.

"Uh, well...according to this, your brother Luther died of physical trauma." Mr. Garland scoffs. "You don't agree?"

"No, I don't," he says.

"Well, then, what would you call it?" Dean asks as he and Y/N sit down too.

"Don't matter what an old man thinks."

"Mr. Garland. We're just trying to get the truth on your brother. Please," Sam says. Mr. Garland sighs, picking up his brother's I.D. card.

"Everybody was scared of Luther. They called him a monster," he explained. "He was too big, too mean-looking. Just too different. Didn't matter he was the kindest man I ever knew. Didn't matter he'd never hurt no one." The elder man's eyes tear up slightly. "A lot of people failed Luther. I was one of them. I was a widower with three young 'uns. And I told myself there was nothing I could do."

"Mr. Garland, um...do you recognize this woman?" Sam asks, showing him the drawing of a woman that they have found in the mill.

"It's Jessie O'Brien. Her man, Frank, killed Luther," he replies, nodding. Y/N, Dean, and Sam share a look before back at the man.

"How do you know that?" Dean asks.

"Everybody knows. They just don't talk about it. Jessie was a receptionist at the mill. She was always real nice to Luther, and he had a crush on her. But Frank didn't like it. And when Jessie went missing, Frank was sure that Luther had done something to her. Turns out the old gal killed herself, but Frank didn't know that. They found Luther with a chain wrapped around his neck. He was dragged up and down the stretch outside that plant till he was past dead."

"And O'Brien was never arrested?" Y/N asks, slight anger in her face.

"I screamed to every cop in town," he answers. "They didn't want to look into Frank. He was a pillar of the community. My brother was just the town freak."

"You must have hated Frank O'Brien," Sam notes.

"I did for a long time, but life's too short for hate, son. And Frank wasn't thinking straight. His wife had vanished, he was terrified. A damn shame he had to put Luther through the same, but...that's fear. It spreads and spreads."

==

They leave the Assisted Living Centre and Y/N gestures to her arm while walking down the stairs.

"Now we know what these are, road rash. And I'm guessing Luther swallowed some wood chips when he was being dragged down that road," she says, walking around to the driver's side of the Impala.

"Makes sense. You're experiencing his death in slow motion," Sam says.

"Yeah, well, not slow enough, huh? Say we burn some bones and get me healthy," Sam shakes his head.

"Y/N, it won't be that easy," he says.

"No, no, it'll be that easy. Why wouldn't it be that easy?"

"Luther was road-hauled," Dean says. "His body was ripped to pieces. He was probably scattered all over that road. There's no way we're gonna find all the remains."

"You're kidding me," Y/N says with defeat across her face.

"Look, we'll just have to figure something else out," Sam says.

"You know what? Screw this," she says, pacing forwards. Sam and Dean follow her, the two on the opposite side of the Impala to her.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Y/N," Sam frowns.

"Come on. No, I mean, come on, guys. What are we doing?!" she says.

"We're hunting a ghost."

"A ghost, exactly! Who does that?"

"Us."

"Us? Right. And those boys, that is exactly why our lives suck. I mean, come on, we hunt monsters! What the hell?! I mean, normal people, they see a monster, and they run. But not us, no, no, no, we -- we search out things that want to kill us. Yeah? Huh? Or eat us!" she shouts. "You know who does that? Crazy people! We...are insane! You know, and then there's the bad diner food and then the skeevy motel rooms and then the truck-stop waitress with the bizarre rash. I mean, who wants this life, Sam? Dean? Huh? Seriously? Do you actually like being stuck in a car with me eight hours a day, every single day?" she asks. "I don't think so! I mean, I drive too fast. A-And I always shout at you if you two try to drive my car. I'm annoying, I know that." She points at Sam. "And you --you're gassy! You eat half a burrito, and you get toxic!" She then points to Dean. "And you! You listen to the same five albums over and over again, and you sing along!" I mean, you know what?" Y/N tosses the keys to Dean, who shares a confused look with Sam before they look back at her. "You can forget it." She walks away.

"Whoa, Y/N. where are you going?" Dean asks. She turns back around and points at the two.

"You two stay away from me, okay? Cause I am done with it. I'm done with the monsters and -- and -- and the hellhounds and the ghost sickness and the damn apocalypse. Hell, I'm done with babysitting you two! I'm out. I'm done. Quit." She says, walking away. Sam and Dean look at each other, groaning.

"Is she serious?" He asks.

"I have no idea." Y/N walks down the street at night, unbuttoning her tie and top button. She stops in her steps when she hears growling and slowly turns around to see a pink-ribboned Yorkie. She stares down at it with terror.

"H-Hey there," she says, laughing nervously. "Aren't you a little c-cutie." The dog begins to get closer to her, and Y/N begins running down the road with the dog chasing her. She turns a corner and runs into a shopping cart, falling to the ground. She sees a homeless man rummaging through a garbage bin, who turns to face her with the sudden entrance. "Run! It'll kill you!" She points, and the homeless man follows her finger to see the small dog. Y/N quickly turns and begins running again while shouting at the same time.

==

Y/N arrives back at the motel, breathing heavily. The door opens, and Sam and Dean enter. Y/N jumps slightly but sighs in relief when she sees it's her brothers.

"We looked everywhere for you, Y/N. How the hell did you get here?" Dean asks as he and Sam walk towards her.

"Ran," she answers, looking up at them. Sam walks over to the other bed and sits down, while Dean stands with his arms crossed in front of them. "What do we do now? I got less than four hours on the clock. I'm gonna die, guys."

"Yeah, you are," Sam says. Y/N has a puzzled look. "You're going back."

"Back?" Y/N questions.

"Downstairs, Y/N, hell. It's about damn time, too." Y/N's vision goes hazy, and she begins shaking. "Truth is," Sam turns to Y/N with yellow eyes. "You've been a real pain in my ass." He throws Y/N against the wall with a hand gesture.

"No! You get out of my brothers, you evil sons of bitches!" She shouts, looking between her younger brother with yellow eyes and her twin brother, who flashes black eyes, the two laughing as they stand up.

"No one's possessing us, Y/N," Dean says, smirking.

"This is what I'm going to become. This is what I want to become. There's nothing you can do about it," Sam says, walking slowly over to Y/N and placing his hand on her shoulder before he grabs her neck and begins choking her.

"Hey, hey, hey, Y/N. Hey, Y/N. Y/N!" Dean says, making Y/N snap out of her hallucination. She looks between her brothers to see their normal eyes and their worried expressions. She takes a deep breath.

==

The next day, Y/N is sitting in the motel alone while Dean and Sam have gone out to talk with Bobby. She sits down watching TV, all the while scratching her arm. She watches as a horse character on the TV is lassoed and dragged out.

"Oh, this isn't helping," she says, shivering as it reminds her of the case she was...was working. Her cell phone later rings, and she answers it. "Hey."

"Hey! So, uh, just ride out the trip, okay? You're -- you're gonna be fine. We got a plan."

"What is it?" Y/N asks, turning off the TV.

"Uh, just a good plan, all right? Hang in there." Sam hangs up, and Y/N sighs. She begins rubbing her head and eyes. Suddenly, dog howling, barking, and snarling surround her. She looks around, terrified. The door rattles and bangs violently, causing her to hide behind the chair she was just in. She watches as the door breaks off its hinges, and in walks a familiar man.

"Sheriff?" she questions. "What are you doing?" She looks down and sees a gun in Britton's hand.

"Why are you looking into Luther Garland's death?" he asks.

"Hey, hey, you're -- you're sick," Y/N says, seeing blood on Britton's right arm. "You're sick. You're sick, all right? Just -- just like me, okay? You got to relax." She's then punched by the Sheriff.

"Frank O'Brien was my friend," he says. "So, he made a mistake. So, I didn't bust him. So what? And you're gonna bring me down over that?! No, ma'am." He raises his gun and points it at Y/N, only for it to be swatted away. Britton pushes Y/N against the wall, putting his arm on her neck. She puts her hand over his mouth and tries to push him away, only to then be punched in the stomach twice. The sheriff moves his arm, and Y/N takes this time to get a few punches in on his stomach, but she's suddenly restrained again. She looks into his eyes and sees that they are black, and she quickly pushes him back against the coffee table, smashing it. Britton starts to hyperventilate as Y/N slowly walks towards him. "Get away from me!"

"Al, you got to calm down!" she says.

"Step back!" he shouts as he begins having a heart attack. He clutches his chest with one hand while the other is pointing at Y/N. She watches as he begins choking before going limp. She looks around, panicked. She sits on the edge of her bed and begins to scratch her arm violently, leaving behind deep scratches. She begins hearing what Sam said during her hallucination.

"You're going back. It's about damn time too. Hahahaha."

Y/N keeps looking down at her watch as she begins hearing barking again. Her breathing increases faster, and she covers her watch, still hearing the ticking. She looks on the floor and leans down, picking up a Bible. She holds it close to her face, closing her eyes and hoping to find comfort.

"Hi, Y/N," a cheery voice says from beside her. Y/N opens her eyes and turns her head to see a young girl. She shakes her head.

"Huh, no! No!" She goes back to holding the Bible to her face, closing her eyes.

"Yes! It's me, Lilith." Lilith says. She embraces Y/N's left arm, squishing her cheek to her arm. The action causes Y/N to shoot her head up. "Oh, I missed you so much. It's time to go back now." Y/N shakes and moves away from Lilith, causing her to frown. She stands up, not looking at the girl and points the Bible at her.

"You - you are not real!"

"What's the matter, Y/N?" Lilith asks. "I used to be so scared of you, but then when we started playing together and you were so much fun. Don't you remember all the fun you had down there?" She stands up and begins slowly walking toward Y/N, who glares at her. "You do remember. 4 months is like 40 years in hell. Like doggy years. And you remember every second." Y/N groans and clutches her chest, falling to the ground in front of Lilith.

"You are not real," Y/N says. Lilith grabs Y/N's face with both her hands, bringing the woman's face to look into hers. Lilith's eyes are now white.

"It doesn't matter. You're still gonna die. You're still gonna burn." Lilith's eyes go back to normal as she smiles down at Y/N.

"Why me? Why'd I get infected?" Y/N asks.

"Silly goose. You know why, Y/N. Listen to your heart."

"Whu...?"

"Baboom, baboom, baboom, baboom." Lilith imitates Y/N's heartbeat, making every imitation hurt Theo more. She falls back onto the floor, clutching her chest tightly with wide eyes. This goes on for what seems like forever, until it stops. Y/N opens her eyes and pants heavy- feeling the release of the pressure on her chest. She looks around the room before to her arm, seeing no scratches. She leans back against the bags, breathing in relief.

==

Bobby, Dean, and Sam go back to the motel where they pick up Y/N before driving out to the middle of nowhere. Y/N pulls out three bottles from the Impala and hands one to Dean, Sam, and Bobby - who declines the offer.

"So, you guys road-hauled a ghost with a chain?" She asks, opening her beer bottle.

"Iron chain etched with spell work," Dean says, taking a sip of beer.

"Hmm, that's a new one," she says, drinking.

"It was what he was most afraid of. It was pretty brutal, though," Sam says.

"On the upside, I'm still alive, so uh, go team!"

"Yeah. How you feeling, Y/N?" Dean asks, looking at her.

"Fine."

"You sure, Y/N?" Bobby asks. "'Cause this line of work can get awful scary," he says jokingly.

"I'm fine," she says, rolling her eyes. "You want to go hunting? I'll hunt. I'll kill anything."

"Awwww, he's adorable," Bobby says, causing Dean and Sam to laugh while Y/N looks away with the bottle in her mouth. "I got to get out of here. You boys drive safe."

"You too, Bobby," Sam says. Bobby gets in his car. "Hey, thanks." He drives away, leaving the siblings behind.

"So, uh...so, what did you see?" Dean asks. "Near the end, I mean."

"Oh, besides a cop beating my ass?" Y/N asks sarcastically.

"Seriously," Dean says. Y/N looks at Sam and Dean and sees their eyes flash yellow and black. Y/N sucks her teeth, sighing.

"Howler monkeys. Whole roomful of them. Those things creep the hell out of me."

"Right."

"No, just the usual stuff, boys. Nothing I can't handle," Y/N says, taking a sip of her beer and looking out into the distance.

[kryptid-of-the-krows]

new WIP?

I have begun a new fic idea surrounding the adopted daughter of the Winchesters when they retire (Winchesters includes the entire main core people in a post canon fix-it fic because I want Bobby and Crowley to be alive and others too. Winchesters does not mean wincest, fuck off degenerates)

This fic was inspired by the headcanon that Jack would be a great big brother to a little sister, and that they would also be like Dean as a big brother because that is his main example of one.

On a case, the group ends up adopting a baby girl. Sam and Eileen have a daughter a year later. They retire and the group raises their daughters without any involvement of the Supernatural, telling the girls nothing about their past life. The story follows the two daughters as they are high schoolers trying to figure out why certain aspects of their childhood were so...weird. At first, they think it's something to do with a secret government agency, like X-files or S.H.E.I.L.D., but they discover the truth is way more bizarre, terrifying, and supernatural than they ever could have guessed.

[older-sister-death-match]

ROUND 3A MATCH 4

Propaganda Under The Cut:

DEAN WINCHESTER:

i dont even have to explain this one do i

LILITH CLAWTHORNE:

ok she and eda are literally the most precious ever and yeah they are enemies for most of season one but they make up and lilith stops trying to capture her baby sister and instead takes on part of her curse and becomes the most aroace cool aunt historian bad girl of all time

[cupidswurld]

siblings that are like… i love the way you hate me (i hate the way that i love you). i never realised how empty silence was without you (i see you in everything when you’re not around). i trust you to put me 6 ft under, but i know you’ll be raising me from the dirt. let me wipe the tears from your eyes that i put there myself. there is no life after you, there is no death. without you, i cease to exist. i’m sorry i mistook violence for love, but it will happen again.

[cevans-is-classic]

I need a destiel fic with a good brother bond between Sam and Dean too.

[positivewlwvibes]

no nuance take of the day: dean winchester is a butch lesbian older sister who uses he/him pronouns