#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 ᴛᴇʟ��ᴋɪɴᴇᴛɪᴄ 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

[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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[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 ❤️❤️❤️🥀🥀🥀

[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

[superlunar-eclipse]

🌑 ੈ✩‧₊˚ ━━━━━ 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.

[sorry-sucker]

[aspenmissing]

𝙿𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚝 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

Lawrence, Kansas - 22 years ago

It was a night much like any other night. Crickets chirped. A large deciduous tree with no leaves stood outside one of several suburban homes. A young woman by the name of Mary Winchester, carrying her 4-year-old daughter, Y/N , and her 4-year-old son, Dean, walking beside her into the darkroom, which had their younger brother, Sam, in.

"Come on, let's say good night to your brother," She said while turning the light on. Sam, who is lying in his crib, looked over at Mary, Y/N, and Dean. Mary sets Y/N down, and Dean leans over the crib and kisses Sam on the forehead.

"Night, Sam," He said then Y/N comes over and kisses Sam on the forehead. "Sleep Tight," she says. Mary then leans over the crib and brushes Sam's hair back and kisses his forehead.

"Good night, love" She whispers.

"Hey, Dean, Y/N" At the sound of their names, they turn their heads to look at the man in the doorway who is their father, John Winchester. They both rush over to him.

"Daddy!" They both said.

"Hey, buddies" John scoops them both up. "So, what do you think? You think Sammy's ready to toss around a football yet?" Dean shakes his head, laughing, while Y/N does the same.

"No, Daddy," Y/N says, making John Laugh. Mary walks over to John and takes Y/N from his hold.

"You got him?" She says, adjusting Y/N into a more comfortable position.

"I've got him" John replies, hugging Dean closer. Mary is the first to walk out of the room with Y/N in her arms, who is resting her head on her mother's shoulder.

"Sweet dreams, Sam" John carries Dean out of the room, flipping the lights off. Sam watches them go, gurgling, then tries to reach his toes. The baseball-themed mobile above Sam's crib begins to spin on its own while Sam watches. The transportation-themed clock on the wall ticks, ticks, stops. The moon-shaped nightlight flickers.

==

In John and Mary's room, the lights flicker on the baby monitor, which was sitting on a nightstand next to a photo of Mary and John. Strange noises come through the monitor. Mary, asleep in bed, stirs. She turns on the light on the nightstand.

"John?" She turns to find that she's alone. She gets up and slowly walks down the hallway to Sam's nursery. John, seen only in silhouette, stands over Sam's crib. "John? Is he hungry?" John turns his head.

"Shhh"

"All right" Mary heads back down the hallway. The lights by the stairs are flickering. Mary frowns and goes to tap at it till the light steadies. "Hm" More flickering lights are coming from downstairs, and she goes to investigate. A war movie is on the TV, and John had fallen asleep watching it. If John is here..., she then realizes, then the Man upstairs cannot be John and must be a danger. She runs back upstairs. "Sammy! Sammy!" Mary enters Sam's nursery and stops short. Upstairs, Mary screams. John wakes up.

"Mary?" John scrambles out of his chair. "Mary!" John runs upstairs and burst through the closed door of the Nursery.

"Mary" The room is quiet and appears empty except for Sam, who is now awake, and John. John glances around and pushes down the side of Sam's crib.

"Hey, Sammy. You, okay?" Something dark drips next to Sam. John touches it. Two more drops land on the back of John's hand. It looks like...blood. John looks up only to see Mary, sprawled across the

ceiling, the stomach of her nightgown red with blood, staring at John and struggling to breathe. John collapses onto the floor, staring at Mary.

"No! Mary!" Mary then bursts into flames. The fire spreads over the ceiling. John starts, frozen. Sam wails. John reminded he's not alone, gets up, and scoops Sam out of his crib and rushes out of the room. Y/N and Dean, who are now awake due to the commotion, walk into the hallway to investigate.

"Daddy!" John shoves Sam into Dean's arms.

"Take your brother outside as fast as you can and don't look back! Now, Dean, Y/N, go!" Dean turns and runs, Sam in his arms, and Y/N holding onto his shirt. John turns back to the nursery. "Mary!" The entire room is on fire. "No!"

Dean and Y/N run outside, Dean holding Sam, and Y/N clinging onto Dean's shirt. "It's okay, Sammy," Y/N says. Both Dean and Y/N turn to look up at Sam's window, which is lit with gold. John runs outside, scoops up Dean, Y/N, and Sam, and carries them away. "I gotcha" Fire explodes out of Sam's nursery window.

==

The Lawrence fire department has arrived. A Firefighter gets out of a fire truck and takes over at the gauge for another firefighter.

"I got it. You go hold the line up" The second firefighter goes to the back of the truck and takes a hose from a third firefighter. That firefighter takes the hose towards the house where a fourth firefighter is spraying through Sam's nursery window. A paramedic opens the back of an ambulance. A police officer waves some neighbors back.

"Stand back. You have to stay back" Across the street from the house, John, Dean, and Y/N sit on the hood of John's Impala. John is holding Sam, and Y/N is laying her head on Dean's shoulder, who is leaning his head on hers. John looks up at the remnants of the fire, another fire brewing in him.

Stanford University - Present Day

"Sam!" A young woman by the name of Jess comes around a corner; she is wearing a sexy nurse costume and adjusting her hat. The photo of Mary and John from earlier is on the dresser. "Get a move on, would you? We were supposed to be there like fifteen minutes ago" Jess walks off "Sam! You coming or what?"

A young man by the name of Sam Winchester pokes his head around the corner. He's wearing jeans and three shirts, not a costume. "Do I have to?"

"Yes! It'll be fun" Sam comes into the room "And where's your costume?" Sam laughs. "You know how I feel about Halloween."

==

The bar is decorated for Halloween. Someone pours someone else a shot. Everyone is in costume. Jess raises a glass, as a young man in a ghoul costume, Luis, comes up to the table where Sam and Jess are. Sam is still not in costume.

"So, here's to Sam and his awesome LSAT victory" Jess smiles at her boyfriend, and Sam looks down embarrassed.

"All right, all right, it's not that big a deal" Jess, Sam, and Luis clink glasses.

"Yes, he acts all humble, but he scored one seventy-four" Luis drinks his shot, and so does Sam.

"Is that good!" Luis wonders.

"Scary good" Jess drinks.

"So, there you go. You are a first-round draft pick. You can go to any law school you want!" Luis sits next to Sam.

"I got an interview here. Monday. If it goes okay, I think I got a shot at a full ride next year."

"Hey. It's going to go great" Jess says and takes Sam's hands into hers.

"It better."

"How does it feel to be the golden boy of your family?" Luis says.

"Ah, they don't know".

"Oh, no. I would be gloating! Why not?"

"Because we're not exactly the Brady's"

"And I'm not exactly the Huxtables. More shots?"

"No" Both Jess and Sam speak at the same time.

"No" Sam adds, shaking his head. Luis goes up to the bar anyway.

"No, seriously. I'm proud of you. And you're gonna knock 'em dead on Monday, and you're gonna get that full ride. I know it." Jess smiles.

"What would I do without you?" Sam asks.

"Crash and burn." Jess smiles and pulls Sam in for a kiss.

==

Sam and Jess are asleep back-to-back. Jess shifts position. A sound outside the room, like a window opening, made Sam open his eyes at the sudden sound. Sam leaves the bedroom and looks around the apartment. A window is open. A man walks past the string of beads at the far end of the hall. Sam moves to another part of the apartment and waits. The Man enters the room, and Sam lunges forward and grabs the Man at the shoulders. The Man knocks Sam's arm away and aims a strike at Sam, who ducks. The Man grabs Sam's arm, swings him around, and shoves him back. Sam kicks and is blocked, then pushed back into another room. Sam's face is illuminated, giving the man a clear view of his face, and Sam gets his first glimpse of the Man. The Man elbows Sam in the face; Sam kicks at his head. The Man ducks and swings, and Sam blocks. The Man knocks Sam down and pins him to the floor, one hand on Sam's neck and the other holding Sam's wrist.

"Whoa, easy, tiger" Sam breathes hard.

"Dean?" Dean laughs.

"You scared the crap out of me!"

"That's cause you're out of practice" Sam grabs Dean's hand and yanks, slamming his heel into Dean's back to the floor.

"Sam, get off your brother," Another voice said from the shadows. The person walks out, the light of the moon illuminating their face showing that the person is none other than Y/N Winchester. 

"Get off of me" Sam rolls to his feet and pulls Dean up.

"What the hell are you two doing here?"

"Well, I was looking for beer" Y/N shakes her head and sighs while Dean puts his hands on Sam's shoulders, shakes once, and lets go.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Okay. All right. We gotta talk".

"Uh, the phone?"

"I broke I-" Y/N slaps Dean's head and squints at him. "Fine, I'd 'a called, would you have picked up?" Jess then turns the light on, showing that she's wearing very short shorts and a cropped Smurfs shirt.

"Sam?" The three turn their heads in unison.

"Jess. Hey. Dean, Y/N, this is my girlfriend, Jessica" Dean looks at her appreciatively, while Y/N just smiles proudly.

"Wait, your brother Dean and your sister Y/N" Jess smiles, and Sam nods. Y/N smiles.

"Nice to meet you." Y/N nods to the woman while Dean grins at Jess and moves closer.

"Oh, I love the Smurfs. You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league".

"Dean!" His twin shouts, but Dean didn't listen. He's too busy making googly eyes at Jess.

"Just let me put something on." Jess turns to go, but Dean's voice stops her.

No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously" Dean goes back over to Sam and Y/N, not taking his eyes off Jess. Sam watches him, his expression stony, and Y/N just shakes her head disapprovingly. "Anyway, we gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business. But, uh, nice meeting you.

"No" Sam goes over to Jess and puts an arm around her".

"Okay," Dean looks back at Y/N, who just shrugs, then turns to look at Sam and Jess straight on. "Um. Dad hasn't been home in a few days."

"So, he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later" Dean ducks his head and looks back up and is about to say something only to be cut off by Y/N, who puts her hand on his shoulder.

"Dad's on a hunting trip. And he hasn't been home in a few days" Sam's expression doesn't change while he takes this in. Jess glances up at him.

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

==

Sam, Dean, and Y/N head downstairs. Sam now having on Jeans and his hoodie.

"I mean, come on. You can't just break in, middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you".

"You're not hearing us, Sammy. Dad's missing. We need you to help us find him".

"You remember the poltergeist in Amherst? or at the Devil's Gates in Clifton? He went missing then, too. He's always missing, and he's always fine" Dean stops and turns around, making Y/N and Sam stop too.

"Not for this long. Now, are you gonna come with us or not?"

"I'm not"

"Why not?" Y/N asks, Sam looking at her.

"I swore I was done hunting. For good"

"Come on. It wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad" Dean starts downstairs again. Sam and Y/N trailing behind him.

"Yeah? When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45. Y/N was the only one who gave a damn about me" Dean stops at the door to the outside.

"Well, what was he supposed to do?"

"I was nine years old! He was supposed to say, don't be afraid of the dark".

"Don't be afraid of the dark? Are you kidding me? Of course, you should be afraid of the dark. You know what's out there".

"Yeah, I know, but still. The way we grew up, after Mom was killed, and Dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her" Dean glances outside.

"But we still haven't found the damn thing. So, we kill everything we can find".

"We save a lot of people doing it, too," Y/N says. Then a pause

"You think Mom would have wanted this for us?" Dean rolls his eyes and slams the door open. They followed, and Sam trailed behind. There's a short flight of stairs from the door to the parking lot. The three climb it.

"The weapon training, and melting the silver into bullets? Man, Dean, we were raised like warriors" They cross the parking lot to the Impala.

"So, what are you gonna do? You're just gonna live some normal, apple pie life? Is that it?"

"No. Not normal. Safe"

"And that's why you ran away" Dean looks away. Y/N looks between the two, realizing how broken their family is.

"I was just going to college. It was Dad who said if I was gonna go, I should stay gone. And that's what I'm doing".

"Yeah, well, Dad's in real trouble right now. If he's not dead already. I can feel it" Sam stays silent.

"We can't do this alone," Y/N says.

"Yes, you can" Dean looks down, and Y/N looks away.

"Yeah, well, we don't want to" Sam sighs and looks down, thinking, then up.

"What was he hunting?" Dean opens the trunk of the Impala, then the spare-tire compartment. It's an arsenal. He props the compartment open with a shotgun and digs through the clutter.

"All right, let's see, where the hell did, I put that thing?"

"Move out the way Dean" Y/N looks through the clutter "If you sorted everything out then I would be easier to look for".

"So, when Dad left, why didn't you two go with him?"

"We were working our gigs. I had this, uh, voodoo thing, down in New Orleans."

"Yeah, and I had this angry spirit down in Wisconsin," Y/N says, "Hell of a bastard."

"Dad let you two go on a hunting trip by yourself?" Dean looks over at Sam.

"We're twenty-six, dude" Y/N pulls some papers out of a folder. "All right, here we go. So, Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, this guy." Y/N hands one of the papers to Sam.

"They found his car, but he vanished. Completely MIA"

The paper is a printout of an article from the Jericho Herald, headlined "Centennial Highway Disappearance" and dated Sept. 19th, 2005; it has a man's picture, captioned "Andrew Carey MISSING". Sam reads it and glances up.

"So maybe he was kidnapped."

"Yeah. Well, here's another one in April" Dean tosses down another Jericho Herald article for each date he mentions.

"Another one in December 'oh-four, 'oh-three, 'ninety-eight, 'ninety-two, ten of them over the past twenty years." Dean takes the article back from Sam and picks up the rest of the stack, putting them back in the folder.

"All men, all the same, five-mile stretch of road" Y/N pulls a bag out of another part of the arsenal.

"It started happening more and more, so Dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. We hadn't heard from him since, which is bad enough" Dean grabs a handheld tape recorder.

"Then we get this voicemail yesterday" He presses play. The recording is staticky, and the signal was breaking up.

"Dean, Y/N... something big is starting to happen...I need to try and figure out what's going on. It may... Be very careful, Dean, Y/N. We're all in danger." Dean presses stop.

"You know there's EVP on that."

"Not bad, Sammy. Kinda like riding a bike, isn't it?" Sam shakes his head.

"All right, I slowed the message down. I ran it through a gold wave, took out the hiss, and this is what I got" He presses play again.

"I can never go home..." Dean drops the recorder, puts down the shotgun, stands straight, and shuts the trunk, then leans on it. Y/N sitting on the trunk of the car.

"You know, in almost two years we've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing" Sam looks away and sighs, then looks back.

"All right. I'll go. I'll help you find him" Dean nods, and Y/N smiles.

"But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here. Sam turns to go back to the apartment. He turns back when Y/N speaks.

"What's first thing Monday?"

"I have this...I have an interview."

"What, a job interview? Skip it."

"It's a law school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate."

"Law school?" Dean smirks, and Y/N smiles proudly.

"So, we got a deal or not?" Dean says nothing.

"Yes Sammy, we have a deal," Y/N says, getting off the trunk of the Impala.

[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.

[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.

[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

[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