#samanddeanxsisterreader

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Sam and Dean sister reader// Twinsister.

Sam's POV:

Dean: Okay, before we start looking for dad, we need to pick up one more person.

Sam: Who?

Dean: Shame on you.

Have you completely forgotten that mom and dad didn't just get you and me.

But also your own twin sister Yn.

(Yes in this story you are Sam twin).

As soon as Dean said Yn name I started to feel ashamed how the hell could I forget my own twin.

The last time I saw her was after the fight between me and dad.

remember her words to me were "don't forget me ok"

Then she gave me a hug and then I left.

Don't forget me, what a good brother I am, absolutely not.

I kept in touch with her for a while.

Then I was so stupid and forgot about her.

Sam: How is she?

Dean: To be completely honest man, I have no idea where she is.

Yn and I haven't had any contact for a few months now.

A year after you went to collage, she and dad got into a big fight, it's obvious that you two are twins.

The two of them yelled at each other for hours and then she yelled that she hates him and stormed off.

I was out fixing food and when I came back she was gone.

I could see in his eyes that he had wished he was there in time.

Throughout our childhood, Dean has always been extra overprotective of her.

Sam: So you have absolutely no idea where she is!

Dean, she could be anywhere.

Dean: That's where you are wrong my dear Sammy Boy.

Before I went to pick you up, I took the time to call around Dad's old friends and asked if any of them knew where she is.

And got some answers, Yn it's in Arkansas for a hunt.

Apparently there is a pack of vampires thet she's been hunting for a couple of weeks.

What she stayed in the hunting business, when we were kids she always talked about her big plans for the future.

I hope that she is okay and that she's safe.

[bookloover35]

Sam and Dean little sister reader/ The sushi experiment.

Summary: Life as a hunter doesn't leave much room for simple pleasures. But when you, Sam and Dean's little sister and fellow hunter, manage to drag your brothers away from the life for a single evening, you set your sights on a new goal: convincing the two stubborn Winchesters to try sushi for the first time.

The Impala's engine roared to life as Dean sped down the highway, classic rock blaring through the speakers. You leaned back in the backseat, arms crossed, trying to hide your smirk. The mission was simple: drag your brothers away from hunting just for one night and get them to try sushi.

Dean didn't know it yet, but that part was going to be your toughest hunt of the week.

"Alright, Y/N," Dean called from the driver's seat, his eyes still fixed on the road. "You've been all hush-hush about this surprise dinner. Where are we going?"

"You'll see," you replied cryptically, shooting Sam a conspiratorial grin. He knew what was up and was already on your side — getting Dean on board was the challenge.

"You're not taking us to one of those kale salad joints again, are you?" Dean grumbled. "I'm not eating anything green unless it's covered in grease."

You rolled your eyes. "Relax, Dean. It's not kale. It's... better."

"Better how?" Sam chimed in, turning around to face you, a smile playing on his lips.

"Well," you began, "it's not exactly... cooked."

Dean's hands tightened on the steering wheel. "Whoa, hold up. Not cooked? What the hell kind of place are we going to?"

"You'll see," you sing-songed, refusing to give anything away.

You pulled up to a small, unassuming sushi restaurant tucked away in the corner of a strip mall. The neon "Open" sign flickered slightly, casting a dim light over the parking lot. The place looked cozy, with paper lanterns in the window and a handwritten sign in Japanese that you couldn't quite decipher.

Dean turned off the Impala and looked at you with a mixture of confusion and suspicion. "You've gotta be kidding me, Y/N. Sushi?"

"Yup," you said, hopping out of the car with a grin. "Trust me, it's good."

"Raw fish," Dean muttered under his breath as he followed you inside, Sam trailing behind with a smirk. "I've faced wendigos and vampires, but this? This is where I draw the line."

"Come on, Dean," Sam said, clapping his brother on the shoulder. "If we can handle cursed objects and hellhounds, we can handle a little sushi."

Dean shot him a look. "Cursed objects, I get. They don't usually taste like fish guts."

Inside, the three of you slid into a booth, the smell of soy sauce and fresh fish filling the air. You couldn't help but feel a little proud of yourself. After days of tracking down a rogue demon and narrowly avoiding a banshee attack, you'd finally convinced your brothers to take one night off.

A waitress came over, and you took charge, ordering a variety of rolls — some simple ones for the guys to ease into, and a few more adventurous options that you knew you'd like. As the waitress walked away, Dean leaned back in the booth with a scowl.

"Seriously, Y/N," he groaned. "You've been living with us for how long, and you thought this would be a good idea? Burgers and beer — that's how you get us to relax."

"Yeah, but I thought you guys could use something different for once," you shot back. "Besides, you've always got to be ready for the unexpected. Isn't that the first rule of hunting?"

Dean grumbled, but you could see the ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Sam just chuckled, shaking his head.

"Alright, alright," Sam said. "Let's see if you're right, Y/N."

The sushi arrived on a large wooden platter, the rolls arranged in a neat, colorful display. You reached for your chopsticks, demonstrating the technique. Sam, ever the quick learner, copied you and successfully picked up a California roll.

Dean, however, stared down at the platter like it was a nest of Leviathans. "Okay, what's this one?" he asked, jabbing a finger at a piece of sashimi.

"Salmon," you replied. "Just dip it in soy sauce, maybe a little wasabi."

He wrinkled his nose. "Yeah, that green stuff looks like something I scraped off Baby's undercarriage."

"It's spicy," you explained. "Like... really spicy."

Dean huffed. "Yeah, yeah, I've handled worse."

You watched with barely restrained laughter as Dean dunked the entire piece in soy sauce, slathered it with wasabi, and popped it into his mouth. The second the wasabi hit his tongue, his eyes widened. For a moment, you thought he was going to spit it out, but he chewed determinedly, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Oh my God, Dean," you burst out laughing. "You weren't supposed to use that much!"

He coughed, reaching for his water glass and downing it in one gulp. "Why didn't you warn me?" he gasped, voice hoarse.

"I literally did!" you giggled, slapping Sam's arm as he tried to hold back his own laughter. "You never listen."

Sam, now braver after watching Dean survive, tried a piece of tuna sashimi and nodded approvingly. "You know, it's not bad," he admitted, looking pleasantly surprised.

You gave him a victorious smile. "See? Told you it's good."

Dean reluctantly picked up another roll, this time a cucumber one. "If I get food poisoning from this, I'm blaming you, Y/N."

"Oh, please," you scoffed. "You've eaten gas station hot dogs that have been sitting under heat lamps for hours. You'll be fine."

As the night went on, you were pleasantly surprised to see Dean actually enjoying some of the simpler rolls. Sam, of course, was already branching out into more adventurous options. The laughter flowed easily as you traded stories of past hunts, the sushi acting as the perfect excuse to unwind.

By the end of the night, Dean leaned back in the booth, patting his stomach. "Alright, I'll admit it," he said with a reluctant grin. "It wasn't as bad as I thought. But next time, kiddo, we're sticking with burgers."

You smiled, savoring the rare moment of normalcy with your brothers. "Deal. But now that I know you like sushi, you can't escape it."

Dean rolled his eyes, but the corners of his mouth twitched upwards. "Yeah, yeah. But if you try to get me to eat anything with tentacles, all bets are off."

"Fair enough," you agreed, raising your glass of water for a toast.

Sam and Dean clinked their glasses against yours, and for once, the weight of the world seemed far away. Tonight, it was just you and your brothers, sharing a meal and a few laughs — a rare moment of peace in a life full of monsters and mayhem.

And honestly, you wouldn't trade it for anything.