#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!!

[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

[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.

[kaya-fandom]

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.

[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.

[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.

[scornedserendipity]

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.

[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)

[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!

[roxy-bat-wolf-pack]

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!

[ms-rampage]

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*

[wrenwinchester]

Millie gives people knives as a form of affection. Sometimes she’ll spend days choosing the best knife (style, design, etc.) that best fits the person.

She’s also the type of person who you need something done, she’s got a knife for that. Need a letter opened, “oh I’ve got a knife for that.” And it’s like specifically a small knife that’s probably better labeled a letter opener. Need a machete to kill a vampire. “I’ve got 10, pick your favorite…. But there’s a high likelihood I want it back” *death stare of seriousness* Need a blade forged in dragons breath to kill a dragon? “Oh I got this one when I was like 15, from some old lady, cause I thought it was cool.” Need a knife made out of a specific bone to kill some creature or another? “Oh I picked one of those up last week at such in such. Didn’t know it would come in handy so soon.” “We need an obsidian knife for *insert spell to do something*” “oh well, here you go. I’ve had this one since I was like 17.” *cue confused looks from everyone* “how does a seventeen year old get a— you know what. Never mind.”

Just. More shit like that.

Also she has like three of these displays around the bunker by season 9, and very quickly adds to her already large collection of knives.

Wren also keeps a collection of small switch blades and other small knives to give to the kids she meets on hunts. She teaches these kids how to take care of the knives, being specific to the knife she gives the kids (often giving her own knife sharpener to said kid) and gives the kids clear instructions on knife storage and safety.

She spends hours making sure her knives are clean and sharp, always ready to use. It’s nice having something so routine. After she and Dean meet up, and get Sam from college, the three of them quickly fall into the routine of Dean cleaning the guns, Sam doing the research, and Millie cleaning and sharpening the knives. It’s just the way it’s always been, it felt safe, normal. As normal as it gets for a Winchester anyway.

[rustys-lodge]

Anybody got requests for an SPN fic ?

Or maybe maybe one with Jesse Pinkman. BETTER YET, any breaking bad character

Open requeeests !

[sisterhoodofthetravelingimpala]

Lost Supernatural Fanfiction!!!!!

Literally have not been in here in ages but your girl is DESPERATE!! A Supernatural fic about Sam and Dean having a younger sister that I read AGES ago popped into my head and I cannot stop thinking about it so I thought maybe someone on here could help!

The Details:

The main character is Sam and Deans younger sister. One of the first things that happens in the fic is the OC almost getting assaulted in a gas station but then all the windows blow out and everything is ok! Later in the fic she gets kidnapped and held in this guys basement. Im not positive on these details but I feel like her name was Ellie? And I believe I read it in Wattpad?

Thank you for the help!

[kaya-fandom]

Supernatural with oc

Bobby : yesterday, i overheard Sam saying "are you sure this is a good idea?" and Lex replying "trust me" and Dean saying "Yes Sam trust her!" and i have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life

[retromotherfuckers]

When The Sun Sets - Part 5

What To Say

Characters:

morgan winchester (OC), dean winchester (his POV), sam winchester, john winchester, will mciver (OC) & bobby singer (mentioned)

Summary:

There was no part of Dean that could excuse his failure to act, his inability to keep them safe. They were all he had, and he'd fucked up so bad that one was gone. 

Warnings (for entire story):

SPN typical violence, so so much suppressing of emotions, vague mention of SA, depiction of torture, a very pro-torture main character, murder, vague mention of not eating for a while, parental abuse, slight suicidal ideation, SPN typical alcohol abuse, spoiler warning up to the end of season 10, following canon stops after the end of season 2 but things are sure to be mentioned

Word Count:

3.1k ~ roughly

A/N:

so this came to me in the shower lol. i literally sat down and wrote it right then and there. i ended up being in there for hours so don't ask about the water bill. 

this being part 5 kinda doesn't sit right with me but it also doesn't fit as a standalone either

i'm not really sure where to take this story after this so lmk if there's more you want to see, also if the pov is confusing. and i kinda wanna write a sam pov but i just relate more to dean so it's way easier for me to write him

this is basically a character study/relationship dynamic of dean and morgan

dean: 36, morgan: 35 (her body is 27), sam: 32

Dean Winchester wasn't proud of a lot of the things he'd done. But he took immense pride in his family and what they did. His father raised them as soldiers, and with the way of the world, it was necessary. He taught them how to shoot with such a pristine accuracy they could probably best a lifelong sharpshooter. He taught them to punch, how to aim, and get the most force out of it.

When he was six, he learned about the creatures that lurked in the dark. And how his dad was someone who fought them. About how his dad was a hero, which was why they had to stay with their uncle most of the time.

By the time he was eight, Dean slept with a silver knife under his pillow and a shotgun between him and his siblings. By ten, his dad gave him a .45. By thirteen, they stopped staying with Uncle Bobby, and Dean was officially in charge at all times.

And by nineteen, he had successfully taken out several monsters by himself.

"You know you're good at the job when you can take 'em out on your own," his dad would say afterward. It was his real introduction to the family business. He held his father's words like a Purple Heart, nearly floating on the praise for weeks. 

Even with the accomplishment, he couldn't stop feeling like his siblings were the shining lights of the family. This world ruined him and his father, but they were still young enough to enjoy it.

Sam had only been fifteen, but he was one of the smartest people Dean had ever met. He never really understood why Sam loved fantastical stories and books so much, even if it paid off in the end. That kid was a genius researcher who could find just about anything if you gave him the right materials. And if he needed to find the right materials, he did.

He wasn't just book smart, though. He was probably the most intelligent member of his family when it came to emotions and all that crap. Sam was always the first one to try to resolve a fight with words instead of fists, even though Dean and his father were apes who didn't seem to care.

And his little sister was one of the kindest. She was only a year younger than he, but she walked the earth like a being sent from above. Sure, they had their fights - and, fuck, there were a lot of them, now that he thought about it - but she always found some way to forgive him. Especially when he didn't deserve it.

Morgan took care of them. In every way, shape and form. Somehow, she anticipated what they needed before they knew it themselves. Whether that be a bowl of hot soup, a fight, or a bottle of jack, she always knew. Sam and their father would never stop fighting, and while Dean would nearly freeze, unsure which side to take, she would stay neutral and diffuse the situation. Or, if that didn't work, she'd take that hit for Sam.

Dean would panic when they fought. He always saw both sides. Sam: the kid, pissed off about his overly strict father that never let him have any freedom. John: the dad, pissed off that his son didn't understand how easy it was to get killed.

He knew why their father treated them the way he did. They needed to be taught how to handle themselves against anything, no matter the circumstances.

"The day you trust another hunter is the day you get killed." 

He trusted his siblings with his life. Even if they hadn't gone on hunts alone yet, he knew they'd protect his life with their own if it came down to it. But that would never happen. Dean wouldn't let it if it killed him.

When he was twenty-six, John died to save him. And part of him was numb to it, the death and all. Death was just a Tuesday to him. But this was his father, and another part of him was devastated. His father taught him almost everything he knew, cleaned up every single mess, and made sure Dean knew what he did. 

The last part - an ugly fucking part - was glad. His father was a great man, but he was so damn obsessed with the demon that killed their mother. Any chance Dean had at a childhood was stripped away from him at four years old. He was the oldest, so John made sure he stepped up. Sam and Morgan would die if he didn't.

The night his mother died was the night his father became his drill sergeant, and his siblings became his to protect.

He remembered a lot of that night. The fire, the smoke, baby Sammy completely unaware of what was going on around him, and Morgan screaming in terror because she didn't understand what was going on. Dean was little, too, and he didn't completely understand either, but he knew he had to keep them safe.

"That's your job, Dean." His father told him when he was seven. "You're the only one who can do it when I'm not here." 

Then, when Dean was twenty-eight, his sister would die for their younger brother. There had never been a day in which he didn't hate himself for it. It should've been him, but Morgan was faster. And he would never forgive himself for it.

Hunters died young. He'd known that all his life, but he never thought he'd outlive his siblings. There was no part of him that could excuse his failure to act, his inability to keep them safe. They were all he had, and he'd fucked up so bad that one was gone. 

Even if they'd been pitted against each other their whole lives. Who was a better shot, who threw the more damaging punch, who drew the knife faster. He might've been the one that won in their father's eyes, and at the time, it had meant everything. But now, it all seemed so useless. He wanted to go back and knock some damn sense into himself.

He went over more of the memories. When he gave Morgan his old knife for her birthday, and when he ripped it away from her because he was angry about something he didn't even remember. When she beat him at one of John's exercises and he swung at her. When she didn't fight back. When she started going out with Will and their father beat the shit out of the two of them. When he beat Will up for putting his hand on his little sister's ass and she did fight back.

He remembered when their father died and how Morgan didn't say a word to him. She had just sat and waited for him to go to her because she knew pushing him wasn't the way to get him to talk. He didn't say much at first, but she's the only one he told about that ugly part of him.

"Dad was a fucking dick," she had said, her eyes watering and voice cracking. Her words had given him the freedom to actually take a breath. He was the first to say something awful about their father after he died, but Morgan wouldn't let him think he was the only one thinking it. "And we deserved better than him."

That night, he was able to sleep for the first time in days.

He also remembered when Sam and their father had the worst fight of their lives. Their father went to hit Sam, something he rarely did. And this time, instead of taking it, Sam dodged it and sent one flying back.

Dean had been stuck watching. He agreed with his father that Sam would be safer with them than alone at college. But he also didn't want Sam to hate his life. And if school would make him happy, he wasn't really against it. Morgan was the one who stepped up, physically pulling Sam back and taking the inevitable swing their father had meant for the youngest.

"Enough!" She had yelled at both of them, wiping away the blood dripping down her cheek from their father's ring. It had snapped Dean out of his reverie, and all three of the men in the room stared at her with wide eyes. "Dad, go for a drive or something-"

"This is none of your-"

"I. Don't. Care." Morgan had been seething, and Dean had never heard such a tone used with their father. Every word was a sentence so dark and menacing chills crept up his spine. "Get. Out." 

Something in their father's face had changed as she told him to go. Like he had finally realized she wasn't the girl who used to cling to his leg when she wanted him to hold her. He could see the hunter he burned into her, an unwavering and unforgiving warrior who would bleed something dry if it meant saving a few lives.

So, with a final snarl, John left, and she immediately turned to Sam. She softened her voice a little, but her glare hadn't changed. He hadn't seen his sister that angry since the incident with Will. "Take a shower. And chill the fuck out." 

"But-"

"Sam." She didn't have to say anything else. "I'm not kidding."

It was an order, and Morgan never gave them orders. Dean did sometimes if he was following their father's command, but Morgan had taken charge, as she usually had done during times like these. 

When everything started to break.

Sam didn't argue with her after that.

It was then that Dean realized he was heaving. He just couldn't catch his breath. It was all falling apart, but so was he. His younger brother wanted to leave them, and even if he said it wasn't personal, Dean could only take it that way. And Sam would be in so much danger if he went to school. By himself, in one place, who knows what could have happened? The school could've been haunted, or there could be werewolves or vampires or-

"Dean," Morgan had said, shocking him away from his train of thought. Her voice was way more delicate. It was almost like she was talking to a frightened animal rather than her older brother. "Count to ten."

His breath was shaky and his head was moving from the left to the right in quick, jerky movements. He tried to get the word out, one. It was easy. He knew how to count to ten, for fuck's sake. But it was stuck on his tongue, and his tongue was stuck to the bottom of his jaw.

"Hey, it's okay," she soothed him, holding up her hands to display her fingers. How she had noticed his panic in the midst of everything going on around them, he had no idea. But she always saw those things. "I'll do it first, then we'll do it together."

That was just Morgan.

Dean's brother was half of his reason for living, but his sister was the other.

And now, at thirty-six, he had Morgan back. She looked the same as she did the last time he saw her alive. Her skin was smooth and a little bit tan. Her hair was that same dirty blonde he remembered so well. Her chin was sharp like their father's, but her nose was small like their mother's.

Dean had always been jealous of Morgan's eyes. He looked at himself and saw his father; he looked at his sister and saw his mother. Almond-shaped and blue with a green ring around the pupil. The earth and the sky had collided to give their mother her eyes. And Morgan was blessed with them, too.

And when he wanted nothing more than to talk to Mary, Morgan was the hardest person to look at. He wished it wasn't true, but he let himself resent her for it.

But now, they were so different. 

Morgan was, by no means, unscathed by the life. He had seen it, the way her eyes dimmed throughout her life. And he was sure she saw his do the same. Dean knew he looked his age, but his sister's body was still twenty-seven, so why did she look older than him? Why did she look like she had fought in two wars?

It was a stupid question to think, and he knew that. And he knew the answer to it, but it was still jarring.

They were gray and brown, not blue and green. Maybe it was the dim lighting, but Dean knew better. He was in the pit for six months or sixty years - whatever time measurement he wanted to go by at the moment - and he had it on good authority that he wasn't the same when he came back.

Dean watched Morgan watch Sam as he undid the iron shackles binding her to the chair. He stepped back after freeing her, presumably giving her a moment to get control of her bearings. She closed and opened her fist like she was regaining guardianship of her motor functions. She was clearly confused as she gazed around the room, her brow furrowing at the unfamiliar walls. Then her eyes traveled back to Sam, and she seemed even more perplexed.

"How old are you?"

Dean wasn't too shocked at the question; Sam had become a man since the last time Morgan had seen him. He hadn't gotten taller, but as his hair got longer, his features sharpened, and he grew into himself. He looked nothing like the him Morgan remembered. He looked more like himself as a kid back then.

"Thirty-two," Sam said. His voice was quiet, but it wasn't his usual tone. It was the voice he used when hunting, and he had to rescue someone. Temperate and resonant, like he wasn't a monster hunter.

"Sammy grew up. We both did," Dean quipped, making his voice way lighter than he felt. He took a few steps closer to her until he was just behind the youngest. He nodded to their brother conspiratorally. "Him more than me."

She didn't know what to say; Dean knew that, and he wouldn't force her. Her pale, anxious face turned to him at his words, and she stared at her older brother. He heard her mumble, but he didn't know what she said. He saw his sister doing the calculation in her head, realizing how long it had truly been for them. He knew how long it had been for him, and six months was nearly sixty years in Hell time.

He had no desire to do that math.

"Eight years?" She rasped out, her voice hoarse like she hadn't used it that whole time. "That's it?"

Apparently, not knowing the right thing to say was a family trait.

The eldest Winchester was stuck staring at her. Her blonde hair he had almost forgotten, her rough and slightly metallic voice, his mother's eyes. He had never thought he'd hear or see any of them ever again. She was practically skin and bone - something that concerned him. It seemed her demon alter-ego had forgotten that humans needed to eat and wasn't feeding her. It probably wasn't letting her sleep either. Her face was the same one he had remembered so well, but this version was so gaunt and exhausted.

He was tempted to carry her into a room and put her to bed like she was little again. She needed rest; there was no doubt about that. And he'd let her sleep for days if she didn't look like she'd starve.

When Morgan tried to get up, she stumbled. Dean shot a hand out to catch her by the waist out of reflex, and she breathed out in relief. It looked like she could barely stand.

"Hey, kid," Dean greeted, his words gentle and affectionate. She used to hate it when he called her a kid. She was only a year younger than him, after all, and when they were teenagers, it pissed her off to no end. He kept doing it as they became adults, partially to patronize her, partially to mess with her in good fun. But he had never said it like that. This time, he was calling her the most endearing version of her name. "Good to see you."

Even so, he knew that he hadn't reached it. There were no words he could say to express what he was truly feeling: relief, regret, sadness, happiness, anger. None of it was right. He had just missed his little sister.

She didn't push him when he ignored her question. His non-answer answered enough. He looked at Sam, and saw his little brother's wet eyes with an apologetic smile on his lips. He realized their expressions were probably identical. Morgan's eyes moved back and forth between her brothers. This time, Dean noticed the unshed tears in them.

So he did the only thing he could think of: he pulled her in.

He drew her in so fast she almost lost her footing, but Dean would keep her upright without a second thought. His arms completely enveloped the whole of her, fierce and protective, like she'd slip away if he let go. She didn't have a lot of strength, but he knew she was putting all of her muscle into squeezing him right back. He could feel his shirt getting damp from her tears, and he buried his face in her hair to breathe in her scent.

It was so familiar, yet so different. Morgan used to smell like her favorite shampoo and conditioner, lavender and bergamot. But now she had a hue of citrus to her, with the remains of sulfur. It unsettled him.

Dean let go when she drew back, but it was the last thing he wanted to do. Then he acknowledged Sam, who was waiting to hold his big sister again. He delicately let the support of his sister pass to his youngest brother, and their embrace was just as intense. Sam didn't look like he was ready to let this moment end, but he had to when she pulled away.

She looked like she wanted to say something, but Morgan's mouth kept opening and closing repeatedly like she couldn't find the words. Join the club, he thought. 

But it was still Morgan.

And Dean would never let anything happen to her again, even if he didn't know how to say it.