#sister winchester oc

[mxltifxnd0m]

SHAMELESS PROMO TIME BC I HAVEN'T DONE IT YET

go check out my wattpad for oc x character stuff if you're into that kind of stuff

i have 2 books up and 1 planned and being written

they're all crossovers with SPN (shut up its my new hyperfixation and I can't control myself LMAO)

In Progress:

Free Falling - Teen Wolf x Supernatural, Stiles x Olympia (sister winchester oc!)

Young Blood - PJO x Supernatural, Percy x Mavis (sister winchester oc!)

Planned (soon to be posted):

Animal - Teen Wolf x Supernatural, Isaac x Cynna (sister winchester oc!)

i would appreciate if you guys checked them out!!

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Celestial Stars & Candy Apple Eyes (Castiel) (Dean)

Request: CanI request a Dean x Reader x Castiel (no Destiel) fic? Reader has been hunting with Sam and Dean for a long time (like since the events of early S1) and met Cas when Dean, Bobby and her went to the Barn (S4 E1). She had a Crush on Dean since the beginning and they kissed right before he died (end of S3) but they never talked about that again after he came back. And when she met Cas, she instantly felt a strong connection and also developed a Crush on him. So now she is conflicted, thinking both dont like her like that (Since Cas is an Angel and Dean doesn't talk about the kiss). The Fic could be right around S6, so Dean was with Lisa for a year which made Reader even more convinced that Dean didnt like her. And Cas hadn't contacted her in a while. But Dean, Sam and Reader started hunting again and called Cas a few times. During their interactions, the two boys realize how they feel and get jealous of the other for being close to Reader (or something like calling her petnames). Idk if all of that makes sense but thats the general Idea I had^^" @storytellers-randomshortstorys

A/N: you'd requested this back in April 2024, and I couldn't for the life of me think of what to do with it. SOrry for the lateness!

Summary: You're torn between man & angel, and cannot handle the jealousy anymore.

WC: 995

Warnings: jealousy, reader loves both dean & Castiel, pining

Read on ao3!

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The Impala’s engine hummed a low, steady rhythm as the three of you drove through the dark backroads of Ohio. You were wedged in the backseat, your head resting against the window. Dean was behind the wheel, Sam in the passenger seat flipping through a case file.

The silence wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t entirely comfortable either. You felt it keenly, especially every time you glanced at Dean. Things had been weird since he came back from Hell. Not outright bad, just... unspoken. That kiss before his deal ran out was a moment you couldn’t forget. But he never brought it up after he returned, especially not with Lisa in the picture for a whole year.

And Cas—well, Cas was another layer of confusion entirely. He wasn’t here often, but when he was, you couldn’t help but feel the pull toward him. The two of you had this... connection. Like you understood each other without needing to say much. He wasn’t human, but he made you feel seen in ways no one else did.

“You good back there?” Dean’s voice cut through your thoughts, rough but edged with concern.

“Yeah,” you lied, offering a small smile.

Sam looked back at you over his shoulder. “We should call Cas for this. If that witch really managed to pull off a binding spell like this, we’ll need more firepower.”

Dean grunted in reluctant agreement. “Fine, but he better not be off doing Heaven’s dirty work again.”

You rolled your eyes but stayed quiet. Dean always acted like he didn’t trust Cas, but you knew better. He was just too stubborn to admit he cared about the angel.

Later, at the motel, you all regrouped in the cramped room. Dean called Cas, who appeared with the usual flutter of wings.

“Hello,” Cas said, his gravelly voice sending an involuntary shiver down your spine. His eyes found yours immediately, lingering a beat longer than you expected. “Y/N.”

“Cas,” you replied, unable to stop the smile tugging at your lips.

Dean huffed. “Yeah, yeah, great reunion. You got anything for us, Feathers?”

Cas ignored the jab and got right to work explaining the spell you’d be facing. But as the conversation went on, you noticed something odd. Dean kept glaring at Cas every time the angel spoke directly to you, and Cas—well, he wasn’t much for subtlety. Every time Dean called you sweetheart or kiddo, Cas’s jaw tightened just slightly.

Sam noticed too, of course. He wasn’t oblivious. He shot you a look that said, You seeing this?

You were trying not to.

By the time you were setting up for the hunt that night, the tension was palpable. Dean was unusually snippy, barking orders with more edge than usual. Cas stayed unnervingly silent, only breaking it to answer your questions.

At one point, you felt Dean’s hand on your shoulder as he guided you to a safer position near the abandoned barn. His fingers lingered longer than they should have, and when you looked up at him, his green eyes softened. “Be careful, okay?” he murmured.

Your heart twisted. “I always am.”

From a few feet away, Cas’s eyes bore into the scene. He stepped closer as Dean walked away, his presence like a calm yet electric storm.

“Dean seems... protective of you,” Cas remarked, his voice low.

You shrugged, unsure how to respond. “It’s just Dean being Dean.”

Cas tilted his head, studying you in that way that always made you feel like he was looking straight through to your soul. “I don’t believe that’s all it is. He cares for you. Greatly.”

You froze. “What?”

He stepped closer, his gaze intense but not unkind. “And you care for him. But you also...” His voice faltered, rare for him. “You also care for me.”

Your throat felt dry. “Cas, I—”

Before you could finish, a loud crash from the barn interrupted, followed by Dean shouting for backup. You cursed under your breath and ran toward the noise, Cas right on your heels.

The fight with the witch was chaotic, but you managed to come out mostly unscathed. By the time it was over, the adrenaline had your heart racing.

Dean was pacing, muttering curses under his breath. When he saw you, he rushed over, his hands gripping your arms as he scanned for injuries. “You okay?”

“Yeah, Dean, I’m fine.”

“You sure? Because you scared the hell out of me back there.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but Cas’s voice cut in. “She handled herself well. She always does.”

Dean turned to glare at Cas, his grip on you tightening slightly. “Yeah, I know that, angel. But she’s not bulletproof, is she?”

“And you think I don’t know that?” Cas shot back, stepping closer.

You stepped between them, exasperated. “Guys, seriously? This is not the time.”

They both looked at you, their frustration melting into something softer. Something vulnerable.

Dean sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Look, Y/N. I—I care about you, okay? More than I should, probably. And I know I’ve been a dick about it, but—”

Cas interrupted, his voice calm but firm. “Dean, stop. She doesn’t need your guilt. She needs to know the truth.”

Dean glared at him, but Cas ignored it, turning his full attention to you. “Y/N, I’ve felt this connection with you since the moment we met. I don’t fully understand it, but I know it’s real. And I know you feel it too.”

Your breath hitched. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be happening.

“Y/N,” Dean said softly, stepping closer. “I don’t want to screw this up. I care about you. A lot.”

You stared at them, your heart pounding as you tried to process their words.

“I... I need time,” you finally said, your voice trembling. “I care about both of you, but I can’t just... choose like this.”

They both nodded, reluctantly stepping back. The hunt was over, but the battle in your heart had just begun.

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Remember that scenario about a kid with scarlet witch powers that is like a daughter to team free will

Imagine if she found a dog and bring the pet to the bunker. She tries to hid it using her powers, but eventually the boys found out, what would be their reactions?

I LOVE this idea!

Ok so, with her powers she was able to hide it for WEEKS, and she just kinda thinks that she’s gonna keep getting away with it, but then one day the guys come back early from a hunt…

“What is that?” Sam demands.

And she’s totally prepared for this moment—

“What do you mean? He’s been here for weeks.”

“He’s what?!”

And Sam goes completely nuts trying to figure out how she hid it from them…

“There’s no way he’s been here for weeks.” “I was in your room yesterday, he wasn’t there!” “Is it a powers thing?” “What else are you hiding in here?”

…but Dean honestly doesn’t even care.

“What’s his name?” “Tell him he can sleep in my room.” “Did you get him dog food?” “Does he have toys?”

And the girl starts to worry that Dean is totally gonna steal her dog.

Sam pretends to be stern about the dog—

“You gotta be careful with all the weapons around.” “Is he eating right?” “You should’ve told us.”

—but he’s also constantly playing with the dog.

After the guys find out, the girl realizes that she shouldn’t have been worried about the guys kicking the dog out…

…she should’ve been worried about them taking her dog.

The dog however LOVES all the extra attention

[fandom-lover2]

Wayward Adjacent

What if, when Sam and Dean met Adam, he wasn't the only child of John Winchester they found.

Chapter One - Who Are You

Word Count - 1163

Chapter Two - Why Are You Here

I slipped my key into the lock and twisted, and realized that the door was already unlocked.

Well fuck…

Maybe I could still recover from this. Before I had the chance to pull my key out the door, the front door swung open, and I came face to face with a pissed older brother.

“I dropped you off at school two hours ago.”

I shouldered past Adam and into the house, not bothering with my shoes. I wouldn’t be here long.

“Didn’t watch me go into the building.” I shot back, intent on ignoring him for the journey up to my room.

I stopped however when I unexpectantly found two men in our front room. One was freakishly tall, and had longish hair that ended below his ears. The other was tall, but not as tall and had clean cut hair. Both dressed like they came from a small town romance novel, boots, flannel, leather and Carhartt jackets.

“Who the hell are they?”

“Who the hell is she?” me and the shorter one spoke at the same time, and then blinked at one another.

Adam walked in behind me, for some reason holding the framed picture of him and John at his 14th birthday. “This is Andrea.” he introduced as he gestured to me. “Andrea, these are our brothers; Sam-”

 “And Dean.” I finished, John’s words resonating in my head.

The men, my brothers, looked at me with a mixture of surprise and horror. The shorter especially looked mortified at my existence.

“Wait, you knew about them?”

“John mentioned them in passing.” I answered distracted, eyeing them up and down closely.

So, these were the guys I was supposed to turn out like. Jonathan would get a kick out of meeting them

. Wait, but if they were here, then I was right. Kate’s disappearance wasn’t natural, the things in the dark had something to do with this.

“Andrea is only my half-sister.” Adam went on to explain. “When her mother died, John brought her here, and my mom took her in. She’s been living with us for a year and a half.”

The shorter one recovered from his shock and was now pissed. And that pissed off look was the one I knew all too well, because it’s the one I saw every time I looked in the mirror. “So, what did Dad do for your birthdays?” he ground out.

“John never came around for my birthday.” I fired back. “Didn’t even know when it was.”

His eyes softened, pity replacing the pissed off.

“How long has your mom been missing.” the taller spoke suddenly, bringing everyone back to the problem at hand.

“Three days.” Adam answered.

“You the last one to see her?” Shorter one addressed me, now studying me differently.

“No.”

“The neighbor saw her get home Tuesday night but she never made it to work Wednesday morning.”

“Where were you?” Taller one asked me.

“School camp. Got back last night.”

Smaller one froze, his eye catching something. I followed his gaze to the framed picture of Kate and John. He dropped his head, eyes clenched. Maybe my mom wasn’t the only cheating one in the relationship. Adam continued answering taller one’s questions about Kate and her disappearance.

“Should have been here.” Adam added to the end of his explanation, eyes tearing up.

I personally wasn’t as affected by this as I should have been. Sure, Kate was welcoming and nice, but we never really formed a bond. Besides, she was always at work so. And Adam was leaving for college as I moved in, so I only knew it from the few times he was home.

Mostly, I was still thanking God that John was dead. If he found out I’d let something happen to Kate, he’d fucking kill me.

“What the uh, what the cops say?” Shorter one saved us from all the emotion.

“Uhh, they searched the house. They didn’t find anything.” Adam answered. He was quiet for a moment, his eyes getting more tear filled as he bounced a little on his feet. “She wouldn’t leave without telling anybody.” his voice cracked.

I’d been like this, with my mom. A crying, emotional wreck the second anything was wrong with her. When you grow up with a single mom, they become more than a parent. They are a friend, a mother, a constant. Loosing the only parent you have leaves the inner child in you scrambling for something to hold onto.

I’d long since given up needing someone to kiss my boo boos, but Adam was still close with his mom.

The hair on the back of my neck stood on end again. Since I’d gotten back yesterday, I felt on edge. I couldn’t figure out why. Something wasn’t right, had my hackles up. It was beginning to piss me off.

“It looks like she just dropped off the face of the earth, you know?” Adam continued.

It was silent for a few seconds, as the two men, my eldest brothers, looked at one another. It was in that moment that I realized this was the first time all three of my brothers and I were in the same room. I knew of them, Adam didn’t. They didn’t know about Adam and me. In this room, I had the most knowledge. Which meant, I was going to be questioned soon enough.

“Well, I’m just here for my laptop so I’m gonna…” I made to move out the room and back towards the stairs.

“Wait, where are you going?” The tallest asked.

“Somewhere.” I replied, leaving the room and charging up the stairs.

Once at my room, I closed the door and locked it.

Oh my god! Sam and Dean were here! How did they get here? What had Adam done?

If Sam and Dean knew, if Adam had called them, did that mean John know? Would John come? If John knew I’d let something to Kate, if this was all something metaphysical, I had failed.

He was going to kill me. I needed to get out of here, before he got here. Clean my tracks long before he rolled into town. I didn’t have time to waste.

Darting around my room, I grabbed my backpack and began packing everything I thought I needed. Shirts, only 2, a change of pants, spare hoodie, a handful of underwear and three socks, hairbrush.

Why the hell would Adam phone them? Why the hell would Adam think of calling John? I didn’t even know Adam and John were still in contact. Of all the stupid things my older brother had done, this one took the cake.

All I needed was my toothbrush and I’d be set.

Switching out my jacket for a warmer, waterproof coat, I slung my backpack on my shoulder and pulled my door open. And almost collided into a chest.

Shorter one stood before the door, crossing his arms when he spotted my backpack. “Going somewhere?’

Well crap…

[kaya-world]

Supernatural with oc

Jack : Why isn’t the statue smirking at me?

Castiel : It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re all just imagining it.

Jack : Three of us saw it, dad! How do you explain that?

Castiel : *points at Dean* Sleep deprivation. *points at Sam* Paranoia. *points at Lex* She's just crazy.

[waywardbabysis]

Look out, here comes double trouble!!😏😎😎🖤

We had a buddy of ours ride over with his 68 Impala so I snapped some pictures of Tessa and his baby.

[retromotherfuckers]

If You Win Or Lose

Characters:

morgan winchester (OC), john winchester, sam and dean are only mentioned, will mciver (OC)

Summary:

after the death of the boy she loves, morgan runs away. but nothing lasts forever.

Warnings:

SPN typical alcohol abuse & violence, themes of mental illness, parental abuse, MAJOR gaslighting, character death. please let me know if i missed anything

Word Total:

2,425

A/N:

you don't need to read When The Sun Sets to understand this. this is a one shot within that universe, but it predates that series, and also the show itself

it is of my humble opinion that john was an abuser, even if the show refused to acknowledge that. this is essentially an insight into his and morgan's relationship

so yeah, this one ain't too happy. i don't think i'm capable of writing happy shit 💀

morgan may have fallen in love w a dude but our girl is not straight

italics are flashbacks or thoughts

dean: 19, morgan: 18, sam: 15

Four fingers of whiskey fill and drain over and over. In the shitty hotel bar, she sat up against the decaying oak wall in a flimsy chair. A hazy world surrounded her, everything moving in slow motion. The few other stragglers had no notion of what was brewing in her mind - the darkness that shrouded her eyes, making colors look muted in the small neighborhood. It seemed no one knew how much she depended on the amber liquid to keep things still.

Morgan had been around people all her life, but she'd never once felt a real kind of companionship with them. She knew her brothers cared because they had to; she knew they tried. She just wished that when they asked if life was okay, they'd somehow know her answer was bullshit. That they'd somehow cut off the lies spilling from her lips and just say that they know.

But Sammy was only fifteen. He wasn't old enough to really be able to tell, and if he could, she was the older sister. What she said was what he believed. And Dean was Dean. Not the best emotional support person.  

They never did catch it, and that was the point. As long as she said she was fine, they believe it because that's what they want to hear. They didn't want to know that she hadn't felt like her home was her home in years. Even if that home was the rumble of an engine and cassettes so loud, she couldn't hear herself think. 

They didn't know that she had done things only the lowest of the low would even think of just to keep moving. They don't want to know that the only reason she got out of bed was so she could ease the hangover from the night before. They didn't want to know how hard it was to ask when it was her turn for anything better than this and to keep getting ignored. They didn't want to know that her real reason for living was gone but that his dying wish was for her to keep going. 

"Just promise me you'll try."

They didn't want to know that sometimes she could hurt so bad that she stopped feeling anything at all. That she knew her heart was still beating, but her lungs had stopped pumping oxygen. That waiting for her eyes to stop feeling so heavy while she watched the world spin was worse than actually being a part of it. And even with all that frigid emptiness, there was a widening hole in her chest where a person used to be. And now that he was gone, the ceiling was about to cave in, and all she had left to hold it up was a little white bag and a bottle.

"Where the hell have you been?" The familiar voice broke her from her thoughts, the same that had been repeating for months, on and off, like a scratched record. She didn't have to look up to see who it was. She knew that voice. It's half of the voices that raised her, but not the one who deserved the credit.

She didn't acknowledge him, stuck staring at her drink. His voice made her shiver, and she was too much of a damn coward to face him. "Around."

"Really?" John said, his tone hardening with her one-word response. "'Cause to me, it looks like you ran away and went missing like a child. For. Two. Months."

She took a large gulp of her drink, almost downing the whole thing in one go. She had rehearsed this conversation countless times, waiting for the flash of civilian life to end and for him to find her. But now that it was happening, she felt like a fishing boat in a storm, tossed around by waves of fear and wrath.

Her father's gaze was oppressive, cold, and unyielding. Green eyes cut into her, making her feel like he was staring right through her. She always felt small around him. He had always known the right words to use to humiliate her.

"Let's go," He ordered, not even sitting down. It was like he knew this wasn't even a discussion to be had. She would obey, and that was the end of it. "The boys are waiting."

"Dad," Morgan began, her voice shaky and horse. "I'm not going back."

She could imagine John's lips curled into a sneer as his eyes bore into her. Daring her to defy him more. "You don't get a choice. You're coming. That's final."

Morgan felt a surge of anger. "Why can't you just let me be? I know what's good for me more than you do."

John stepped closer, his face inches from hers. "You belong with your family, not out here alone when we're not there to protect you. I taught you better than that."

It wasn’t praise. John Winchester wouldn’t know praise if it bit him in the ass. He did teach her better than that, and since she’s deliberately not following orders, she’s less than worthless.

She recoiled slightly, the familiar pang of anxiety twisting in her gut. "This isn't about family, dad, it's about-" She fumbled over her words, unsure if she could say it, but hoping for some surge of courage she hadn't had her whole life. "It's about how you can't stand that I'm walking around without you making my own decisions. You just wanna control me-"

John's hand lashed out, slapping the counter beside her, making her visibly flinch and effectively cutting her off. "After everything I've done for you, this is how you repay me? I don't need to control you; you need me to do it. To keep you alive," he sneered. "And the running away from your shit and pretending we don't exist just proves it."

Morgan's eyes welled with tears, but she refused to let them fall. "Everything you've done," Her voice shook as she spoke. "You've done for yourself and your twisted little fantasy of finding the thing that killed Mom."

He grabbed her wrist, his grip like a vise. "Oh, yeah? And what do you think you can do to stop me?" She yanked her arm free, the skin already bruising. His eyes narrowed, and for a moment, she thought she saw a flicker of doubt. But then his expression hardened, and he took a step closer, his shadow enveloping her. "You're making a big mistake, Morgan. You'll regret this."

She took a deep breath, her resolve wavering. The sooner she got away, the better. "The only mistake I made was not getting out earlier."

As she turned to leave, John's hand shot out, grabbing her shoulder and keeping her still. His voice was low and twisted with fury. The deep growl and the warmth of his breath in her ear made chills run up her spine.

"You think you can just walk away from me?"

Morgan's heart sank into her stomach. It wasn't a threat, but she could feel one coming. Her strength was slipping away, the familiar terror clawing at her mind. She'd never be able to hide from him for too long. Just look at her now, it had only been two months.

She was smart. But John was smarter.

"You're coming home, whether you like it or not." He took her stunned stillness as his queue to spin her around, forcing her chin up to look at him. She'd probably have marks on her jaw from how tight he was holding her. "You're really gonna leave us to fend for ourselves? You're so damn selfish-"

"I haven't been selfish a day in my fucking life-"

Her father scoffed as if that was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard. "Well, by your logic, you're picking the wrong time to start." He got closer if it was even possible, and he looked at her like she was the dirt he loved to walk over. "Will's dead, Mo, and it's your fault. I told you not to go on that hunt alone, but what did you fucking do? You ignored me, like always. When are you gonna learn that you need me? Boy-Toy's not coming back, you saw to that. Stop wasting everyone's time and get over it."

Boy-Toy. That's all John saw him as now. Even though he liked to call Will's parents the closest people he had to friends besides Uncle Bobby. 

Will had been with them for a year and a half when his parents died. They were helping him look for his aunt, the only family he had left. Only problem was they only knew her first name and that she was his mother's sister. So Will, Morgan and Sam searched for his aunt, while John and Dean searched for the demon.

For a while, things were okay. John was slightly more neutral when Will was around, starting fewer arguments and hitting them less. But when he walked in on them hooking up, Dean had to haul her father off of the boy. And then off of Morgan, too.

Two months ago, Morgan was desperate to prove herself to her father. Dean had already completed three solo hunts as a trial run. John wanted to see what he was capable of. Dean surpassed his expectations, as he always did. A rougarou, two vengeful spirits and a vampire taken care of in three weeks.

Will hadn't wanted to go on that hunt without help, but Morgan was frantic. She had to show her father what she was made of, but when Will discovered her plans, he was not going to let her do it alone. 

The air is thick with tension, each step bringing them closer to the lair of the wendigo they've been tracking for days. The forest is dense, moonlight barely piercing the thick canopy above. The silence of the night is broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl.

"Are you sure about this?" Will whispers, his voice barely audible.

Morgan turns to him, her blue eyes fierce and determined. "Yeah! We can do this, I swear."

They press on, the beam of their flashlights cutting through the darkness. Suddenly, a chilling growl echoes through the trees. Their hearts start racing as they tighten their grip on their chosen weapons. They're close.

The wendigo lunges out of the shadows, its eyes glowing with a malevolent type of starvation. Will fires his shotgun, but the creature is too fast. It knocks him to the ground, claws slashing through his shirt.

"Will!" Morgan screams, rushing to him. He struggles beneath the wendigo's weight, blood pooling from his wounds.

"Go!" He shouts, but his words are so garbled she hears her name, like a plea. "It's too strong!"

And Morgan can't leave him; he knows she would never. She swings her machete with all her strength, striking the creature's back. It howls in pain, momentarily distracted. Will uses the opportunity to push it off him, but the wendigo retaliates with a vicious swipe, its claws sinking deep into his chest.

"No!" Morgan drops to her knees beside Will as the wendigo retreats into the shadows. "No, no-"

Will's breathing is ragged, and he squeezes his eyes shut in distress. "Mo... I'm sorry..."

"Don't talk like that," she says, tears already streaming down her face. "You're gonna be okay, you'll be fine. We'll get you back to Dean. He'll know what to do."

Will reaches up, his hand trembling as he gently touches her cheek. His eyes are wet, too, but he quickly tries to hide the pain he's in. He graces her with a smile, but it's gone as fast as it appears. 

"Remember when Dean was giving me shit for how long my hair is?" He waits for her to nod. It doesn't take her so long to react because she doesn't remember. She takes a few extra seconds because she can't figure out why he's bringing that up right now. "You shut him up so fast," he says with a strained laugh. "You definitely liked me first."

Morgan chuckles through her tears, but the light memory doesn't last too long in her mind.

He's dying he's dying he's dying

"But I love you, Mo...please...remember that."

"Stop it. You don't get to say that as a goodbye," she demanded, but her voice didn't have the force to make it believable. "You're not allowed to tell me you love me and then die. It's not fair."

"I'll be okay," he rasps. "Just promise me you'll try. Promise me…" His voice fades from there. He has more he wants to say, Morgan can tell, but he used up all his strength.

"Will, please," She begs, her words cracking. "Don't-"

But Will's eyes flutter closed, his hand falls lifelessly to the ground, and Morgan screams.

She doesn't have it in her to set up a pyre. Will doesn't want that. He says it feels barbaric to him. He came from a hunting family and knew it was to prevent the possibility of becoming was a vengeful spirit, but he’s never wavered. He wants a real burial, like normal people have. He wants his family and friends there; they don't have to say anything, just be there.

"It just doesn't feel right, you know? We should be returned to the earth and all that crap. It's more…I don't know, peaceful."

Hours later, as dawn breaks, she buries him under an oak tree. She stands alone - yet another way she's letting him down. Her heart and mind are in tatters, her tears mingle with the soot. She can't face her family, not after what just happened. She can't bear her father’s inevitable punishment. Or her brothers’ pity. Or the possibility that they hate her for letting their friend die.

With one last look at the makeshift grave, Morgan turns and walks away, the shadows of the forest swallowing her whole. She doesn't know where she's going, only that she has to keep moving.

She looked into her father's eyes and saw the unyielding force of his will. In that moment, she knew she had lost.

Defeated, she lowered her gaze, closed her eyes and barely whispered, "Okay."

John's grip loosened slightly, a triumphant smile creeping across his face. Harder than necessary, he slapped her shoulder in appreciation. "Good girl. Now pack your shit. We're leaving in a half hour."

As Morgan turned towards the exit, she felt the weight of his victory settle over her like a cloak. The life she thought she might have wanted crumbled away, leaving only the cold, harsh reality of her father's world. She walked slowly, each step feeling like a surrender, her heart heavy with the knowledge that, for now, he had won.

[winniewritesstories]

Meg Winchester | Character Lore

This is just a collection of interesting info and miscellaneous head canons about Meg and her life that I am calling Character Lore (so get this...). Hopefully you can get to know her better! I will be adding to this and changing it as the series develops.

Dean's nickname for Meg is Goose, a Top Gun reference - she is the Goose to his Maverick, his sidekick & wingman.

Sam's nickname for Meg is Scout, as in Scout Finch from To Kill a Mockingbird. Sam read the book in high school when Meg was young (around 2), and Scout reminded him of his sister - funny, defiant, always following after an older brother in dungarees.

Meg often calls Dean "Dean-o", a nickname he'd hate from anyone else. He also gets called Maverick. Meanwhile, Sam is often referred to as Sasquatch or Atticus (another To Kill A Mockingbird reference), and later she adopts Crowley's nickname of Moose.

Meg was born on a meteor shower, in August 1997. Almost every year, the Winchester's spend her birthday at Bobby's, where they stay up late to watch the shooting stars and make wishes.

Meg is very book smart. She grew up on the road with not much to do besides read & learn. As she grows older she becomes a perfectionist, and her attitude to school & studying becomes almost toxic.

She doesn't want to be a hunter and go into the family business (much to her brothers relief). She has seen what is has cost her father & brothers, and indeed herself, and wants something more for herself.

Sam is very proud of how clever Meg is and how well she does at school. He is, however, a little jealous when her SAT scores are better than his.

Meg has complicated feelings around her father and his death. He was not very involved in her life - she was raised primarily by Dean - and was only 8 when he died. She doesn't feel like she's 'missing' much after he dies, as everything a father was/is supposed to do, Dean does.

Dean & Meg's relationship is similar to Jesse & Michelle from Full House.

Sam reads Meg a bed time story every night (before Stanford). When he returns, he reads her The Hobbit and the Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, etc., doing different voices for each character. Only Dean is allowed to do the voice of Smaug.

As a kid who spent her entire childhood with Dean, she is very similar to him in many ways and spends her formative years following him around and imitating him. As she grows up, she finds herself becoming a perfect mix of both her brothers, which she - and they - love.

When Meg was about 2 and her hair was getting longer, the boys decided they needed to be able to braid it. Sam practiced on Meg when she would sit still (which wasn't very often), and Dean practiced on Sam.

Although Dean would always follow John's orders, he did occasionally talk back to or even refuse John if it wasn't the best thing for Meg. When John suggested she learn to shoot at age 7, Dean flat out refused. John never brought it up again.

She rarely talks about or asks after her mother, who abandoned her on a motel doorstep when she was a baby. As far as Meg is concerned, her mother never wanted her, so why should she want her mother?

When Sam dies in All Hell Breaks Lose, Meg isn't there. But the sight of her dead brother, and the empty look in Dean's eyes cause her nightmares for weeks. When Sam is brought back, she becomes exceptionally clingy for a while.

Sam and Dean both cry at her high school graduation (and later her college graduation too).

Dean tries to give Meg the childhood he never had and could never give Sam. She's never hungry, she isn't trained like a soldier, he spoils her when he can with toys, books, etc. from thrift shops. One year he even hustled enough money to take her to Disney World (she cried with excitement, ate too much Mickey Mouse shaped food, and threw up. It was the best day ever.)

Meg is homeschooled for the most part, but sometimes enrols in Sioux Falls if they are with Bobby for extended periods. Sam doesn't want her to feel like an outsider or a freak as he often did growing up & changing schools frequently, so while she is young and the boys can still teach her, they do. As she gets older and hits middle/high school, they look at schools and getting her enrolled somewhere full time, which is easiest when they are settled (such as the time with Lisa/Amelia, when they find the Bunker, etc.)

In the car crash at the end of Season 1, Meg badly breaks her right leg. It eventually heals, but the knee causes her issues for the rest of her life.

She becomes very close with Ellen & Jo, Charlie, Jody, Donna, etc., as she didn't have many female figures in her life growing up. She isn't as close with/fond of Lisa and Amelia, as she felt that her brothers should have been looking for one another during their time with their respective girlfriends, rather than trying to live a normal, apple pie life.

When she was little and would play games with other kids (at school, playgrounds, etc.), other kids would suggest they play 'Mommies & Daddies', but Meg would always request to play 'Dean's and Daddies, or 'Dean's and Sammy's'.

As they get older, more and more people would mistake Dean & Meg for father and daughter. Neither minded, and they rarely corrected the assumption.

At first, Meg dislikes Ben, Claire, Krissy, etc., as she feels threatened by them & how much her brother's (especially Dean) care for them. Meg has always felt insecure in her place in the family, and seeing her brother's interact with and care for other kids makes her uneasy. This is most apparent with Ben in the year they live together. However, she usually warms up to them after some time and reassurance from her brothers.

Sam tries to get Meg into running. She (reluctantly) agrees to go once and doesn't hate it (but don't tell Sam that). She doesn't go all the time, but if she's stressed or worried, running with Sam helps her take her mind off it for a while.

When Mary is brought back, neither women know how to act with one another. Mary is uncomfortable with Meg's presence (existence) at first, and Meg is scared she will be replaced or kicked out. Meg tries to leave for a while to make things easier on Mary, but neither Sam nor Dean will let her. Eventually, they work things out, and Mary and Meg become friends.

Meg is similar to Dean on the dating front. She is bisexual, and her and Dean often argue over who gets to hit on waitresses.

When Bobby died, none of the Winchester's knew how to cope. Meg would lash out at her brothers, throwing teenage tantrums. Dean was confused at first, until Sam pointed out Dean responds in a similar way. Then they sat and tried to work through their feelings together (it got a bit messy).

During 1x12, when Dean was dying, Meg snuck Sam's phone away from him and called their Dad. He didn't pick up, but she left him a message, begging him to come help Dean. He never showed.

Bobby loved all the Winchesters, but he had a real soft spot for Meg. She had her own room in his house which he painted pink (and then yellow, when she decided she grew out of pink) and where she kept her toys. He taught her about fixing cars, lore, and began teaching her Latin and Greek at her request.

Sam and Meg going on library trips and reading 'dates' together. They sit and read, or talk about their books in their mini book club. It's a nice way for them both to unwind and spend some quality time together. As their circle expands, it grows to include Charlie, then Jack, Alex and Patience, but Sam and Meg always make sure they take time for just the two of them.

When the Winchesters moved into the Bunker, Meg - like Dean - loved having and decorating her own room. Dean took her to a hardware store for supplies so she could put up shelves, hang pictures, etc. Meg wanted to turn her closet into wall-to-wall bookshelves, but instead Dean cleared out one of the many bedrooms for Meg to turn into her own personal, mini library (no lore books allowed).

Meg is an emotional reader. Often the boys find her crying and immediately panic, but she just gestures at her book. Dean rolls his eyes and leaves, but Sam will sit with her and let her talk about the book, comforting her over the deaths of fictional characters.

Like Sam, Meg has a big heart and likes to believe the best of people. She often bumps heads with Dean because of this.

For her 16th birthday, Dean fixes one of the many cars in the Bunker's garage, a red 1950 Ford Mustang. Whereas Dean nicknamed his car 'Baby', Meg calls hers the 'Pussy Wagon'. It’s an accurate description.

On cases, when victims or witnesses ask Dean if he has kids, he always says yes.

Meg is the only other person (occasionally) who can play music in Dean's car (Sam finds this infuriating). While they generally have similar taste (Zeppelin rules), she often likes to play ABBA or Elton John, mostly just to mess with Dean. She likes modern music too, including Hozier, Florence & the Machine, and Taylor Swift. She's convinced Dean is a secret Swiftie.

Sam and Meg love watching Harry Potter, the Lord of the Rings/Hobbit, and other similar films together (Sam insists she reads all the books before watching the films). Every year around fall and Christmas they binge all the films.

The boys always want Meg to have a normal life (as normal as possible). Sam and Dean have to encourage Meg to go and socialise with people her own age, to the point where Dean straight up tells her to sneak out to a party. She does, but doesn't drink much, and instead hustles the other kids at beer pong & makes $150. Dean's never been prouder.

When it comes to college, Dean, and especially Sam, make the experience as different from Sam's as possible. Sam helps Meg with her applications, they all read the acceptance letter's together and celebrate when she gets accepted to her first choice. They help her pack her things, load them into Baby, and make a 25 hour drive to campus. Sam cries, both at leaving Meg, and for himself and the college experience he never had.

In one of the Bunker's many rooms, Meg finds a dusty old piano. By some miracle, it's still tuned, so she begins teaching herself. It becomes one of her school extracurriculars, and Sam & Dean attend every recital she performs in (Dean sheds a tear at the first one, but if you ever ask him about it, he'll deny it. Or punch you).

Meg and Jack become best friends, fast. She's never really had anyone she can talk to about everything. Even when Dean doesn't trust him, Meg does. They watch TV together, she shows him Vines and memes, and Meg teaches Jack everything there is to know about the world, about being human.

Growing up in a series of crap motels sometimes meant no working heaters and cracked windows. On cold nights, Sam and Dean would squish into bed either side of Meg, creating the 'Meg Sandwich'. She still convinces her brothers to do it on cold nights or when she's feeling sad.

All three Winchester's are quick to correct anyone who refers to Meg as the boys' 'half sister'. She's their sister, through and through - family ain't about blood, after all.

Meg struggles with depression, anxiety, and PTSD - as you'd expect from someone who grew up the way she did. She gets separation anxiety after her brothers come back from the dead (after Sam died in Season 2, Dean in Seasons 4 and 8) and hates being apart from them. She often gets panic attacks or gets stuck in her own head, and the boys (especially Dean) work hard to equip themselves with the knowledge and tools they need to help her. They develop the 'Code Black', which means Meg is in a bad place and they need to drop everything and go to her.

Meg meets one of her best friends when she is 16. It is a schoolmate of hers whose house is haunted. She convinces her friend, Lucy, to let her brother's investigate, and they get rid of the ghost. Having a friend who knows about the supernatural makes things easier.

To be continued..... (probably)

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Random photo gallery of pictures based on my Spn oc

¡Growing up with the Winchester brothers!

[anawinchester02]

March 27, 2000: "Bait"

March 27, 2000

The hunt in Missouri went really well. Dad says I "passed" my first big hunt. But I think I messed up. Sam and dad had a really big fight right afterwards. Dad made me walk away before they started yelling, but I think it was my fault.

We were loading the car after the hunt, when Sam spoke up. "Dad, you really pulled a risky move back there." he said, throwing something in the trunk. "Everything worked out fine, Sam. Why fight what works, son?" dad asked him. "You used her as BAIT, dad!" Sam raised his voice. "We're not having this conversation, Sam." dad shut him down. "Yes, dad. We are." Sam took a step towards dad. I stiffened, afraid for Sam. I couldn't imagine talking to dad like that. Everything he ever said to me was met with a quick "yes, sir.", and I didn't speak unless spoken to. "Ana." Dad yelled. I marched to him almost like a soldier. Head high, back straight. "Yes sir?" "Go back inside and help Dean move those bodies." he ordered. I began to walk back into the cabin. "Ana?" he said again. I turned around. He just raised a brow at me. "Oh!" I chimed. "Yes sir.", then he nodded and gave me permission to walk away. Like I said, EVERY thing that dad said to me, was met with a yes sir.

"De?" I called when I entered the bloodied cabin. "I'm in here, pipsqueak!" he answered from the back room. "Dad told me to help you." Dean was heaving one of the vamps out the a back door. "I got it, pip. You can go help them load the car." he huffed, still supporting the dead weight. "I can't." I told him. "Why not?" "Dad sent me away because they were fighting." I told him, walking over to him and helping him chuck the body out the back door. "I think I messed up." Dean took a deep breath after the vamp was out of his hands, and wiped his hands off on his pants. "Pipsqueak, how the Hell did you mess up? You aced this hunt. I'm definitely buying you an ice cream after this." he said, patting the top of my head with his dirty hands. "They're fighting about me, Dean." I told him, brushing off the top of my head. "Nonsense." he argued. We walked out the back door where Dean had piled the bodies to burn. "Sam said dad used me as bait." I said. Dean lit a matched, then stiffened. "Ana, listen." he started, as he threw the match on the pile, already soaked in lighter fluid. "Dad and Sam fight a lot lately. I know you've noticed. It has nothing to do with you. Sammy has just been moody lately. Probably on his period or something.". We watched the bodies burn. "What's his period?" I asked him. His eyes shot up in what seemed like panic. "Uh-... I'll tell you later." He disregarded. He didn't tell me later, but I looked it up on Sam's laptop when we got back from the hunt. Gross. Dad finally came to tell us it was time to go. He was clearly still mad, but didn't say anything else.

"Dad-..er-... Sir?" I corrected myself. "Yes, Ana?" he turned to look at me. The boys were already in the car. "I'm sorry." I told him. "For what, Ana?" he asked, cocking his head at me. "For making Sam mad at you. I'll try to do better next time. I'll be better bait.". He looked down at the ground and sighed. "That wasn't your fault, Ana. I promise. You did great, all things considered. Way better than your brothers at your age. Sam just wanted something to be mad about." I nodded. "Because he's on his period or something?" I asked. Dad's eyes went wide. "Get in the car, kid." he ordered. "Yes sir." I quipped.

When we were both in the car, dad leaned over and whacked Dean on the back of the head. "What'd I do?!" Dean exclaimed, grabbing the back of his head and rubbing it. Dad just glared at him and started the car.

~Anastasia Winchester.

[hahahahahangst]

ABOUT:

Lidia, she/her, 26, unfortunately straight, will code a website for you.

- I write mostly sisfics

- self-insert is not my jam tbh, but I will read it anyway

- I am insanely jack and dean coded, however I have always been, and will always be a Kevin girl

- my parasocial relationships are mostly platonic (I said mostly, don't @ me when you see me simp over kevin)

- fandoms: dghda, go, but will mostly post about spn

- been here for 12 years, don't scroll too far if you don't want the cringe

- sometimes I do gifsets

MASTERLIST

(none of my fics include i*cest of any kind)

(this is all supernatural)

💖= fluff (platonic)

👨🏻‍👨🏻‍👧🏻= sister fic

🕊️= dark themes (sh, sa, ed, suicide + always read tags peeps)

🔥 = smut

🌈= ship / pairing mentioned (read description)

✔️= complete

❓= requested

Series:

INKTOBER (but it's fanfic) (🌈) (ao3)

would you love me now? (👨🏻‍👨🏻‍👧🏻🕊️)

cw for: ed, sh, sa, s*icide

WORDS POSTED: 83k / 120k

Summary:

Emily was, by all accounts, perfectly normal. One day, her life goes in flames and all she's left with is a letter that says to call a certain John Winchester. So she does.

Description:

long sisfic with some canon divergence. If you ever asked yourself what would have happened if Dean and Sam had a sister, this is the fic for you.

Contains: bi dean winchester, musical theather (in large doses)

PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU TO READ THE TAGS FOR EACH SEASON (cw is different for each and everyone of them)

Season 1: idontwannabeyouanymore

Season 2: All too well (Winchester's version)

Season 3: Or maybe it's the thought of not being so alone

Season 4 (currently being posted): the grudge

Be The Young (👨🏻‍👨🏻‍👧🏻🕊️✔️)

WARNING: this is the 1.0 version of would you love me now on AO3.

While i recommend reading that version, I'm going to keep this link here for those who are reading on Tumblr.

MASTERPOST

Oneshots:

not a big deal (👨🏻‍👨🏻‍👧🏻💖) (ao3)

the cake (❓👨🏻‍👨🏻‍👧🏻💖) (tumblr)

the surprise (👨🏻‍👨🏻‍👧🏻) (ao3)

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5. Hospital Talks (Wincehsters x Younger Sibling)

hi, wors count is just under 3000. the tiblr webpage is so slow for me so these authors notes might be bad. but enjoy to the roughly six people who read. let me know what u think pls (also i couldnt find a good gif)

“How are you feeling June Bug?” Sam asked as he and his brother entered the room.

“Yeah, how is your neck?” Dean asked, placing a bag of takeout on the side table and pulling up a chair next to his sister. Sam took a seat on the edge of the bed on the other side.

“I’m okay. Just sore. It burns when I get too warm but I guess that’s what burns do.” She said with a sorry face.

“Good, Sammy and I are going to do some investigating while you are under observation.”

“I thought it was just overnight?” She asked looking back and forth between her brothers and they gave each other a look.

“Well, we talked to the doctors, they don’t think it’s safe to let you leave just yet. They are worried that the damage to your lungs will affect the oxygen going to your brain for a while, so they want to keep you for a few more nights.” Sam explained looking at his sister with a sad look. “We know you aren’t happy, but we have to make sure you are okay.”

Jamie sighed and laid back. “You guys are going to look for the thing that killed Jess while I’m here.” 

Dean looked at his brother and then back to his sister. “Yeah, Jess died the same way our Mom did…June Bug. We have to.” Dean explained. 

“I understand. I need a favor if I’m going to be in here for a week. You will need someone to help with research. Two and a half brains are better than one and a half.” Jamie joked. 

Sam scoffed and Dean chuckled. 

“Anything Jamie,” Sam said with a smile.

“In my bag in the trunk, there is a toy safe. Can you bring me that?” Jamie asked. She knew her brothers would laugh about her keeping a toy at her age but they didn’t know what it contained.

“Right, I’ll get it. Be right back.” Dean said. patting his knees and getting up.

“Thanks,” Jamie called as her brother left her line of sight. 

“Where are you guys going to start looking?” Jamie asked. 

“We are gonna start at the apartment and check any camera footage from after we left,” Sam answered with sorrow in his voice.

“Are you going to be okay Sammy?” 

“Yeah June Bug, I will be okay. Don’t worry about me.” He said, placing a hand on her blanketed foot. Dean returned a few moments later, shaking the box. It clanged as he did and sounded very full.

“What’s even in there Jamie?” Dean said, tossing it onto the bed. Jamie chuckled and entered the code she had set for it years ago. 

“Well, I’ve saved up some of it over the years but most of it was from this last two years worth of savings. From working, odd jobs, bussing streets, and pickpocketing the nice neighborhoods.” She shrugged as the safe popped open. Wads and rolls of cash flooded out.

“Damn. No more need for credit card scams!” Dean sighed. he sat down, grabbed the box, and started counting. “How much is even in here?” Dean asked.

“Uh as of my last check, it will be almost 31,000 dollars,” Jamie said. Reaching over and grabbing the box back. She grabbed one of the many rolls and counted out a couple of bills. “I want a laptop!” Sam was shocked. He had no idea his sister had amassed so much money in just four years. 

“How did you even have time to make all this?” Sam asked as he lifted some of the bills and let them fall. 

“Well, it started when we were kids. When I was alone while you guys were gone, I’d sit at the corner of the motels with some cardboard that said “need money for food.” or something with a cup and people would drop change or a couple of bucks in. As a kid of course I spent it but eventually, I learned how to pickpocket pretty easily and I’d get people after school, sneak it into Dad’s coat. then I started taking cleaning jobs or temp spots if we stayed long enough, and then I discovered I could play piano so if there was a public piano I’d play and sing, then I got old enough to get a job when you left for college so I did and saved every check I got. I worked at the grocery store, for a year, and did odd jobs and favors too. Mostly scamming failing underclassmen for their allowance. I contemplated a car but I realized I could just fix one up of Bobby’s, he’d give it to me for cheap.” 

Jamie explained as she organized the bills.

“I know you worked, but I didn’t know you were working for so long. Why didn’t you tell us?” Dean asked. Sam was still stunned but shared the same sentiments. 

“Yeah, I mean we were together almost 24/7, when did you even learn about begging on the streets?” Sam asked. The more he learned about his sister the less he liked. He knew that Dean did his best.

“Well, Dad was drinking all the time, Dean started drinking, Sam started hunting with you guys. I figured it would get spent before I could even save it so I hid it in this safe. Bought it myself in Omaha when I was nine.”

Sam and Dean shared a look. They didn’t know a lot about their little sister. They didn’t know she could play instruments.

“You play instruments? How, you-you touched a piano one day and you could play?” Sam asked, waving his hands around.

“Well, I read the books, it was only to test it out in theory but I got the hang of it after a couple hours, at the music store in…” She thought for a moment as if trying to bring the memory back to the forefront of her mind. “uh, the uh the vampire in Tennessee.” She snapped.

“Wow. We had no idea…” Dean said, putting some of the bills back. He thought back to all the times he had seen her messing with that Safe. He had tried to crack it open through the years but he could never figure out the code and he knew how mad Jamie would have been as a kid if she knew they had tried to tamper with it.

“I can’t even count how many times I tried to see what you had hidden in there. What code did you set?” Dean said with a small chuckle. 

“Take a wild guess.” Jamie chuckled. She knew her brothers would never get it. They overcomplicated things too much.

“Twenty-four, two, eight,” Sam said looking at the four-digit code entered on the lock.

“No fair, you cheated, Sammy.”

“Our birth dates?” Sam said. Looking up at his brother. 

She closed the safe and knocked on it twice. Her good lucky tradition to be able to add more money to it. She could feel the tension building up between her siblings.

“I know how much it would have helped growing up, but the only reason I started saving was so I could buy us all a house one day. Don’t be mad.” She said. 

Dean counted the money his sister had handed him. Remembering all the times they only had a couple cans of soup and crackers in the cabinets. He couldn’t blame her. She was smarter than he ever was at that age.

“Don’t feel bad, Jamie. You did what you thought was right. I’m proud of you for saving up so much money for so long. It’s not easy.” Sam interjected. Jamie nodded and sighed.

“Are you mad D?” She asked. She did her best to keep herself calm, she knew the heart monitor would betray her if she didn’t. Dean never liked secrets between them.

“No, I’m not. Just a little surprised. We’ll go get your laptop. Beers on you.” Dean said, rubbing his sister’s hair and smirking. 

“Wait, so all those times you randomly pulled out a twenty and said you found it?” Sam asked. Jamie nodded with a small smile. Sam scoffed and his confused expression shifted into a mixture of proud and slightly disturbed, mostly at the fact she was so young.

“Okay, be back soon. Make sure you get some headphones and a couple of USB sticks.” She said as her brothers left. Sam nodded and Dean threw back a thumbs up. She sighed and stared at her safe.

She felt bad. They were dirt poor growing up and more often than not, she knew Dean would go hungry for them. When she did try to give them some money, it never seemed to last long. So her next course of action was the save it. 

She was sitting on the curb, holding a cardboard sign. She had rubbed dirt onto her face and wore her dirty laundry. she put her hair up into a bun and brushed it to look messy. As a nine-year-old, these were extreme measures to take to make a little bit of cash but she knew she would need it. She would sit outside and say thank you anytime someone dropped something into her cup. When she heard the Impala coming easy enough to tell by her Dad’s music taste. She would run back in and hop in the shower after stashing her earnings.

The boys never suspected anything and her Dad was too drunk to care, they made it pretty easy to keep secrets. To stay under the radar. 

Jamie thought about her childhood as she waited for her brothers to return. One of the nurses brought her food, they checked her vitals. She questioned them on whether she had to stay or not and they could only give her the facts. 

She took a lot of damage. If she left now there was a chance her lungs could be permanently damaged. She took defeat and waited. It felt like forever. She couldn’t believe she was going to be stuck here for another three days. Jamie laid back and relaxed. Sitting up was starting to be more work than anything else. She ate her lunch of chicken soup and apple slices with an off-brand soda. It was okay, nothing to write home about. 

Sam and Dean returned with a laptop and some snacks. 

“How much was it?” Jamie asked as she opened the box. She handed Sam the cord and he plugged it in for her.

“899.” He answered as he huffed getting back up. Dean still looked a little sour but he did his best to hide it. 

“We also got you some chips, sodas, and that little USB thing you wanted,” he said, placing the bag on the bed. “Well, we need to get checked into another motel, we are burning daylight,” Dean said looking at his brother. 

“Oh, okay. I’ll see you guys later.” She said, not taking her eyes off the laptop. Sam and Dean looked at each other. They almost wanted to ask if they could stay, to make sure nothing happened but she was 18 soon, so it wouldn’t be a big deal.

“Do you want us to take anything for you?’ Dean asked. 

“uh, no, my stuff should be okay here,” Jamie responded, already typing away on the new laptop.

“Okay, we‘ll see you later Jamie,” Sam said, giving her a quick kiss on the head and walking out, his brother following. 

“Dude, just spit it out,” Sam said with an exasperated expression. He knew the fact Jamie kept all that money a secret was bothering him. Sam knew she worked and pickpocketed people, but he didn’t know the extent of her wealth. “You’re upset Jamie didn’t tell us about her stash?” Sam asked.

“What? No? Why would I be upset that she started doing well for herself as a kid? I mean, I’m more upset that she felt like she couldn’t tell me because I was drinking.” He said in a defeated tone. He always thought she knew that he could tell him anything. 

“I mean, it makes sense, growing up with Dad’s bad habits. Maybe once you started to act more like Dad, her little kid mind started distancing herself.” Sam shrugged. He wasn’t bothered by it. He knew how hard it was to get an inch as a kid, that fact she got a foot was a miracle.

“I mean yeah, but you know how much better off we could have been if she told us what she was doing?” Dean said as they left the hospital. 

“Well, yeah but it’s not like she had all that back then. She worked hard for it, don’t you think it would be kinda wrong to take a kid’s hard-earned money? Plus, you heard her. Any big bills she got she tried to give to Dad. What he did with it I have no idea but- she did her best Dean. She felt like she had to do something and she did and how could you even ask that of a nine-year-old?” 

The brothers got into the impala, taking a second to think about what they were going to say.

“We can’t blame her for it.” Sam finished as he watched his brother. “We both had our moments as kids. I just wish I knew she could play piano.” Sam defended. 

“Do you think she wanted out of this life like you?” Dean asked. 

“I wish she did, Dean. I do, more than anything.” Sam said somberly. “When we would talk on the phone, she would talk about all the lore she was reading and how much knew already knew. How she wanted us to go on a hunt together someday. Dean, hunting IS her life. Probably more than me, you, hell maybe even Dad. She has always been smart, even as a kid, she is emotionally intelligent, she can stand up for herself and handle her hunts. I mean look at her, she has always been a trooper.”

Dean turned the Impala. Taking another look back at the hospital 

“When she gets out she’s buying the beer.” He muttered and drove off. “Where is the nearest laptop store?” 

“Uh, we’d have to go to the mall.” Sam answered. “There is a store there. Head straight for two miles, take a left.” 

“Alright.” Dean said, putting the car in drive and heading off. he still couldn’t beilve there was such a big dent in his car and he would have to wait till they got back to Bobby’s to fix it. There were so many things happening now that he and his siblings we’re back together. 

He thought about what Sam said, about Jamie. He thought about what jamie said about well..Jamie and them. He wouldn’t even be able to describe what he was feeling. He did his best to bring them both up, maybe he did better with Sam than he did Jamie, maybe Jamie was the ‘better’ sibling. There was no way to tell. 

Dean knew why Jamie was smarter though. He thought Sam would acknowledge it as well, as much as he didn’t want to admit it. Jamie had inherited some part of Frida’s metnal abilities. Whatever it was, their brains were just bigger, faster. All throughout Jamie’s childhood she picked things up easily, she never needed help when she started school. She handled herself like a mini adult almost from the get go. 

Dean knew that was a terrible way to think of his little sister’s upbrining. He did his best to give her a normal childhood, but he wasn’t enough of a fool to ignore the obvious.

Frida was an incredibly powerful person. She could use her mind, to read intentions, and do cool party tricks, but after that night in the house, Dean didn’t beilive it was party tricks anymore. 

That night, in Texas, a long drive from Arizona. They had been staying in a motel in Yuma when their Dad had gotten a call. He rushed the boys out and into the car without explanation. When they got there it was eerily silent for an emergency. Dad had ordered Sam to stay with the baby while the two of them searched the house. They didn’t have to do much searching after they entered the upstairs. It was a blood bath, six men, were brutally killed. He couldn’t let that happen to Jamie.

[its-ur-mommie]

Hi!

I know that I don't have anyone out there that will read my works, but I have decided to start a Supernatural fanfic that came from one of my dream scenarios (don't call me weird please 😭). Anyway, I'm posting a short prequel first, and then starting on the fanfic. I will be following the show chronologically, I'm not sure if I want to follow every episode and add my own "creative writing" besides adding OC characters, or if I want to do a little spin on it and make it all my own. All I know is I want to make it long enough that it will leave people satisfied with the length.

Anyways, thank you to everyone that shows interest in my work!

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Sorry Guys!

Next chapter of WIMWIM✨️will be delayed one week. Please forgive me. I just need some extra time to figure out some plot details and perfect it.

Thank you for being so sweet and understanding loves!

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Wayward Adjacent

Chapter Three - What Do We Do Now

Word Count - 2021

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Chapter Two - And Why Are You Here

Adam jerked the steering wheel, slamming his foot on the breaks as he pulled into the open parking space.

I felt like I was going to be sick. Like, honestly throw up.

There was a body in the house. I had been sleeping in there last night, and there was a body in the vents. I had been breathing air, air from the vents that a body in it.

Pieces of it, at least, if what the police had said was accurate.

I mean, ok yeah it’s a little sad, the body is Kate’s, but still. Gross. So very very gross.

That at least explained the odd feeling I’d had since I got back.

Adam jumped from the car, slamming the door behind him.

After Dean’s less than informative talk, he and Sam had left, telling us where to find them but not to tell the cops they were here. Sounded very suspicious, but Adam and I had played along.

Until we found out Dean had found pieces of Kate’s body in the vents and that’s why the cops needed to be called back.

We’d played the innocent game, claiming to of smelled something coming from the vents and that’s when I’d crawled in and found the murder scene.

Adam went into a bit of shock, then a spiral and went to sit silently on the porch steps while the cops turned our house into a crime scene.

I was just wondering what the fuck had managed to fit in there and take her.

Getting out the truck, Adam locked behind me and then stormed to Sam and Dean’s room.

He knocked calmly, which was odd in contrast to the way he was super wound up. It took 3 seconds for the door to open, Adam not Sam much choice as he shouldered his way inside.

“Who the hell are you?” he demanded.

I slipped inside after him, Sam closing the door behind me.

“Adam, hey. Take it easy.” Sam tried to talk, but my brother, our brother, was wound up too tight.

“No! Don’t tell me to take it easy, ok.”

Dean sat with his back to the door, and I watched him cover something with a rag.

“My house is a crime scene, my mom is probably dead and you two, well you tell me to call the cops but you gotta bail before they show?”

Neither men answered, Dean with his glare and Sam with his sympathy. I unslung the backpack I’d brought with and set it on the table, moving to join the circle.

“So who are you really?”

I glanced between my two eldest brothers. They both looked at me knowingly, Dean obviously having filled Sam in that I was in the know. Then, Dean glanced over his shoulder to Sam.

“Cops didn’t know where to look for my mom,” Adam interrupted, impatient with their stalling, “but you did. And I heard you talkin’ earlier, something about grave robberies.”

Adam paused and looked down past Dean, his eyes finally catching the poorly concealed gun.

“You’re not mechanics.”

I couldn’t stop the snort, “Yeah no shit, genius.”

Dean shot me the classic ‘don’t be a smart ass’ look, while Sam seemed to buckle under the pressure, having to look away from his younger brother.

“I just want to know what’s going on.” Adam finally pleaded, adding a voice break in for added desperation. “Please.”

“We’re hunters.” Sam broke.

“Sammy!” Dean snapped, still keeping his back to us all.

“He deserves to know, Dean.” Sam defended.

“What do you mean ‘hunters’?” Adam interjected.

I looked to Dean, and we made brief eye contact before he shook his head. In this argument, I was claiming Switzerland.

“Take a seat.” Sam invited, gesturing to the bed Dean wasn’t on. Adam stood for a moment, hesitating, so I took the initiative and went to the empty bed, moving the pillows and resting my back against the headboard, folding my legs before me. Adam followed, sitting on the edge. Dean, in a huff, got up and stormed to sit at the table by the window while Sam got seated before Adam.

“Ya’ll got any food?” I knew we’d be here a while.

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“Ok, so basically you’re saying that every movie monster, every nightmare I’ve ever had, that’s all real?”

“Godzilla is just a movie.” Dean supplied from his perch at the window.

Sam seemed annoyed but not surprised by his interjection. “We hunt them.” he went on to add. “So did Dad.”

Adam was silent for a moment, Dean looked around annoyed.

“Ok.” Adam decided on.

“Ok? That’s it?”

“What’m I supposed to say?” Adam questioned, looking between our brothers.

“That we’re liars, that we’re crazy. Nobody just says ‘ok’”.

“You’re my brothers. You’re telling me the truth, right?” He asked Sam.

“Yeah.”

“I believe you.”

My head snapped up to Adam. Ok, maybe it was the Winchester genes but Adam wouldn’t normally be so accepting of something so abstract as that. It look me three months and two documentaries to convince him the earth wasn’t flat, and even then he still didn’t really believe me. Now he was going to believe this from two guys he met this morning that claimed to be our brothers, yet still hadn’t really shown any proof.

“And you?” Adam turned to me. “Do you believe them?”

There was something in the way he looked at me, something in the intensity of his stare, it sent alarm bells ringing in my head. He wasn’t just asking to make sure he wasn’t crazy, wasn’t looking for support. He didn’t need me to believe them either. This was more urgent, a desire for me to be on his side, to be with him. It didn’t feel right, didn’t feel like him.

I shrugged, pulling my legs to my chest. “My mom was mauled by a werewolf. John already gave me the talk.”

“Wait, you knew about all this too?” Adam’s eyes shifted, though I doubted Sam or Dean would be able to tell. They lost their… their light, the innocence he held before. I looked at my brother, and something else looked back. But as soon as I noticed it, it was gone, and Adam was back. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Rule number one; protect Kate and Adam at all costs.” I began to repeat. “Rule number 2; never let them know about the life of hunters.”

“Screw that, you knew all this time and didn’t say anything?” Adam demanded.

A small voice in my head told me to not do it, but if I was any good at listening to that voice, I wouldn’t have the scars to show.

I locked eyes with my youngest oldest brother and yanked my shirt sleeve down, exposing the scars that ran from my right shoulder blade over my collar bone and down my bicep. “That’s what happened last time I didn’t follow John’s rules.”

From the corner of my eye, I saw Dean stiffen and Sam balk. I readjusted my shirt.

“So what took Adam’s mom?” I tried to get us back on track. Thankfully, Sam took my bait.

“We don’t know yet. Somethin’s in town stealing bodies, living and dead, but we don’t know what.”

“There’s a long list of freaks that fit the bill.” Dean chimed in.

Adam looked between our brother’s hopefully. “Do you think maybe she’ll still be alive?”

He hadn’t seen the pieces of Kate the cops pulled from the vent. If she was, she’d be praying for death.

And, speaking of those pieces, Dean didn’t seem at all affected by finding scraps of a human. I guess it came with the territory.

Adam’s hopes were crushed when Sam and Dean refused to answer or make eye contact.

I looked to Dean, the oldest of us, and watched as he stared down Adam. Maybe he sensed it too, the something in Adam that was off. Or maybe he was also finding it hard to believe Adam was just so accepting of all this.

“How can I help?”

“You can’t!” Dean shot Adam down pretty solidly, his voice mean and authoritative.

“This thing killed my mom. If you’re hunting it, I want in.” Adam defended, challenging Dean, having the gall to look him in the eye as he did.

“No.”

It wasn’t loud, it wasn’t hard. But it was a final answer.

Dean was a lot like John, though something in me told me saying that would start a fight no one would walk away cleanly from.

“Dean, look maybe-” Sam tried, but big brother interrupted him, losing his cool.  

“Maybe what?”

“He lost his mother. Maybe we can understand what that feels like.”

My heart skipped a beat. I didn’t know Sam and Dean lost their mothers, John never mentioned that. In fact, he never mentioned why he got into hunting. All I knew were I had two brothers, Sam and Dean.

Every one of us in this room had lost their mothers. And we’d all lost them to the monsters in fairy tales. Perhaps this was the curse of being a Winchester.

Dean snapped, standing and making his way over to Sam, a book in hand. I pushed myself further back, eyes jumping to the guns on the other bed.

“Why do you think Dad never told us about this kid Sam, huh? Why do you think he ripped out the pages?” Dean held up a worn, brown leather book.

“Because…” Sam started, but it was obvious he knew he didn’t have an argument.

“Because he was protecting him.” Dean finished.

It was quiet for a moment. Adam didn’t have a reason, Sam was searching for one, I was the last person anyone was going to listen to.

“Dad is dead, Dean.” Sam felt the need to remind everyone.

“Doesn’t matter!” Dean barked back. “He didn’t want Adam to have our lives, ok? And we’re going to respect his wishes.” Dean threw the book down.

“Do I get a say in this?” Adam had the balls to try intervene.

“No!” Dean shouted.

“No.” Sam repeated, raising a hand in a ‘gimme a minute’ motion as he turned to continue his argument with Dean.

The argument, however was over and Sam realized that because he gave up with a sigh before Dean was storming to the door. “Babysit the kids.”

“Where are you going?” Sam demanded.

“Goin’ out!” Dean yelled, grabbing a jacket as he yanked the door open, slamming it shut behind him.

I forced myself to take a breath, to relax my body, to stop itching to grab my knife. Dean was gone, his anger not aimed at one of us in particular. He wasn’t going to attack any of us, even if we did piss him off. I was safe. I wasn’t back in the forest, I wasn’t with John.

“Is he always like that?” Adam asked after Sam took a breath to calm himself.

Sam let out a humorless laugh. “Welcome to the family.”

Well that wasn’t very warm, or inviting. Maybe I was better off not knowing these guys. Hell, maybe I was better off going off on my own.

Adam didn’t say anything, but I could tell he was deep in thought. Some happy family we were turning out to be.

“Here.” Sam reached back, and when his hands came forward he was holding a gun.

Adam and I both leaned back. Me because I didn’t want to blatantly go against Dean’s orders, Adam because this was the first time in his life he’d ever seen a gun.

“I’ll teach you a few things.” Sam explained, beginning to unload the gun.

“Uhh, Dean said-”

“I know what Dean said.” Sam cut him off, and held out the gun for Adam to take, challenging Adam to take it with a quick eyebrow raise.

Adam did.

“And I know what it’s like to want revenge.” Sam added.

I turned to look at him. At the darkness that had now come to cloud his eyes. So, soppy sympathy was hiding a cold demon beneath. Was anyone in this family normal?

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My OC Kate bringing Soap to the ranch for the first time. 😂😂😂

Kenneth: "Sergeant MacTavish?."

Soap: "Lieutenant Smith?."

Kate: "... Well shit."

Paige (teasingly): "So Kate, who's your friend?."

Kate: "Paige, this is Johnny. Johnny, this is my older sister Paige." *pulls Johnny towards the stairway* "We're gonna be upstairs."

Adrian: *plays Night Moves by Bob Seger on a speaker*

Kate: *gives him a Winchester bitch face*