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Harmony
Sam winchester x younger sister x dean winchester
(More sam focused)
Summary: the brothers still had lots to learn about their sister, like the weight of her favorite harmony
Word count: 1.2k
Notes: the harmony i think of for reference
Warnings: angst, mention of death, violence
To say it had been a tough day would be an understatement it had been a tough few months. You were having a hard time adjusting to finding out you had two brothers, Sam was struggling to step into the big brother role, and Dean seemed to be doing the best out of the three. Of course, Dean was shocked, but he had been a big brother for years. The only thing Dean struggled with was the guilt and anger that you had been in this life alone for years.Hunting together was also proving to be a challenge. Dean and Sam had teamed up for years, but your independent nature often clashed with their established rhythm, making hunts more difficult. It would take time before you could truly function as a team.
If the boys had learned anything about you it was that harmony you were always humming. It wasnât from any song the boys recognized, but it was the same every time you hummed it. Sometimes theyâd hear it even when you werenât around, because of how ingrained it was in their mind. Right now it was serving as the source of Samâs annoyance. âY/n i can't focus with your hummingâ Sam snapped from the passenger seat. You were lying in the back half asleep and hadn't even noticed you were humming. You let out a huff, abruptly grumbling out a half-hearted âsorryâ which seemed to irritate Sam more as he slammed his book shut. âYou know what? I've had it up to here with you.â He exclaimed turning to face you. âWhat did i do!?â You shouted back sitting straight up. âUH, the bruise on my face!â He mocked pointing at his black eye. âThats not my fault!â You rebuttal, furrowing your brows âIt wouldnât have happened if you had just followed the planâ he countered âYour plan didn't work!â
âAlright, enough!â Deanâs booming voice made you both fall silent. âWe all messed up, alright? Now knock it off.â He stated firmly. The car stayed silent, but he could see you two exchanging glares from the corner of his eye âStop looking at each otherâ Dean commanded, and in sync, you both slouched back ďżźwith your arms crossed. âWhy do I always gotta be the frickân momâ dean mumbled under his breath.
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âThis it, Sammy?â Dean questioned pulling over. Sam looked down at his map âRoute 46, the last spotting of a vampire was hereâ Sam stated stepping out of the car. âGot the dead man's blood?â Dean asked watching Sam sling the bag over his shoulder. Sam nodded leading the way into the woods. âI've never seen a vampire beforeâ you whispered to Dean to prevent Sam from hearing you. âWell their not easyâŚâ Dean paused seeing the flicker of worry in your eyes âDead man's blood is about the only thing that will kill them, and they come in packsâŚbut so do weâ he explained trying to ease your obvious concern of messing up.
âOver hereâ Sam gestured for you to catch up. âThats it?â You asked quietly, eyeing the old barn âThere's only three in thereâ Sam said lowering his binoculars. You watched as they prepared their knives by dowsing them in blood, âbe careful with that,â Dean stated handing you a dagger. You all crept to the back of the barn and snuck in through a cracked window. You dropped in a bit louder than intended, prompting Sam to shush you, annoyance flashing across your face. Tiptoeing over to the sleeping vampires. You loomed over them, waiting for Deanâs signal and when you got it, you pushed your danger hard into the vamp. He scratched hard into your arm but you held firm, only pulling away when you were sure he was down for good. You turned to your brothers âThat was easier than expectedâ
You quickly realized you had spoken too soon as your body slammed violently intk the ground and your vision became a red blur. A burning sensation spread across your face and loud noises overwhelmed you, causing you to scream out for your brothers âi can't see! I can't see anything!â You cried in pure terror. The last thing you heard was sams voice drawing near before everything went black.
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âIt's been over three hours Deanâ Sam's voice wavered while he paced back and forth. âSheâll be fineâ Dean reassured him, adjusting the bandage covering your eyes before leaning back in the chair at your bedside. âWhat if she hit her head too hard?â Sam stuttered out. âShe's fine,â Dean said sternly, though part of him was trying to convince himself. âWe should take her to the hospital,â Sam insisted, balling his fist. âAnd say what, Sam? My sister got scratched across the face by a vampâ Dean explained the harsh truth. Sam sighed looking down at you, his lip quivering. âI'm gonna grab a beer,â Dean said, rising from the chair knowing he held it together much longer.
Once Dean had left, Sam knelt by your side and took your hand in his. Guilt gnawed him, knowing the last thing he did was yell at you for something as simple as humming. What's worse is that he knew you hummed to comfort yourself. A detail he had picked up on over the months. Heâd watched you hum yourself to sleep, after hunts, or when the world felt overwhelming. Sam bit his lip feeling his eyes begin to gloss over. How could he have been so cruel? How could he call himself a big brother?
He closed his eyes and began to hum the familiar harmony, seeking his own solace within it. âMom?â Your voice rang, barely louder than a whisper. Sams's head shot up âY/nâ he breathed out. His body flooded with Relief. âSam?â You became confused as you abruptly sat up. âWoah, easy there,â Sam said placing his hands on your shoulder to steady you. âI-I can't seeâ stammered, panic creeping back in. âI know. You got hurt and we had to stitch you up. I can remove the bandage if you wantâ he explained gently in an attempt to soothe you. You nodded and Sam began to slowly unravel the bandages. You looked around and saw the bunker walls surrounding you, your eyes beginning to uncontrollably water. As the fabric fell away, you took in the bunker walls surrounding you.
Your figures brushed over the stitches on your face, tears beginning to well in your eyes. Your reaction was making Sam nervous âWe did the best we could, it shouldnât scar too badâ he tried to reassure you, but You stayed silent, your gaze dropping to your lap. âI thought i died, i thought..â you paused, âi thought you were my momâ you muttered. Despite the circumstances, a small laugh escaped Sam's lips âWhy would you think that?â He asked with a slight smirk. âYou were humming her melodyâ you stated blankly. Sams's smile dropped, and the guilt he didnât know could grow any larger, grew ây/n, I'm sorryâŚi didn't knowâ he apologized, moving to sit next to you. You could hear the sincerity in his voice, but you couldnât muster the strength to look him in the eye.
âShe's awake?â A voice shattered the tension as Dean rushed to your side, unintentionally pushing Sam aside. He embraced you tightly âyou gave us a scare there, kidâ he breathed out with a chuckle. You mumbled a sorry into his shoulder before pulling away to meet sams gaze. The eye contact took him by surprise and it took him a moment to gather his words ây/n, I'm sorry for snapping at you, you didn't deserve that.â He watched as your gaze softened, but continued to press onďżźâAndâŚi won't hum that again, i didn't knowâ he explained lowering his head. You shook your head âNo Sam, it's ok. You do it perfectly andâŚâ he gazed up at you again, seeing a smile tug at your lips âIt's comfortingâ Your tender tone washed away the heaviness in his chest. Sam mouthed a thank you, taking your hand in his as his thumb glided over your knuckles.
âDid i miss something?â Dean questioned glancing between you and sam, a hint of frustration that made you both laugh. âNo noâŚi justâ Sam stopped, taking a moment to appreciate the happy version of you that had replaced the distressed one heâd seen just moments before. âI'm just learning what it means to be a big brotherâ Sam expressed with a wide smile. Dean rolled his eyes. âOh yeah, then you can watch her while i get some shut-eyeâ he said, giving Samâs shoulder a light pat. Sam tried to rebuttal, but Dean cut him off âyou wanted to be the big brother, welcome to the job,â Dean teased. He shook his head until he felt you lean into him. He glanced over seeing how you relaxed against him. This is the brother he wanted to be.
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You matter too
Pairing: Sam Winchester x sister!reader, Dean Winchester x sister!reader
Summary: Your heart breaks a little more when you run into Sam and dean (your brothers) after being casted out by your father years before his death.
Warnings: angst, being disowned, familial heart ache.
When you got home from work you immediately kicked off your heels, ridding yourself of the strain they had put on your feet all day. You looked around your apartment noting how dark it was âAaron must not be homeâ you thought to yourself, making your way through the darkness to your bedroom and into the closet, hastily changing into more comfortable clothes you tried to give yourself some relaxation and comfort after your hard day at work dealing with that asshole mark who couldnât mind his business to save his damn life. You wished Arron was home so you could curl up to him and rant about how much you wanted to strangle that CEO asshole with his tie.
Exiting your closet you sighed, making your way to the kitchen to find something to eat before you heard what sounded like your glass potted plant fall over. Immediately you tensed, stopping all movements, pausing your breath as you strained to hear anything else. When you heard hushed voices it sent you into full throttle. You quickly but quietly made your way to your bed and pulled out the coffin-sized box filled with guns and ammunition and grabbed your shotgun mentally thanking god that you kept it loaded, not wasting any time you slowly tiptoed out of your bedroom looking around the corner and your heart dropped when you spotted to decently sized men seemingly in a disagreement.
âAre you sure this is it?â The shorter one asked, âyes this is the address he gave usâ the taller one said, and again your heart dropped. This could be anybody coming to make you pay your dues. After youâd been practically disowned by your father youâve been on your own since 15, and of course, youâve made some very stupid choices and gotten in with the wrong people. Now 20 with a full-time job and career you figured your past had finally caught up with you. With your heart racing you stepped out from your hiding place and quickly jumped on the one closest to you, harshly pressing the pressure point in his neck rendering him unconscious, you let him fall and put all of your attention on the taller one, you cocked your gun and pointed it at his forehead and he did the same to you. âYouâve got .3 seconds to tell me what you want before I put a bullet in your brainâ you threatened.
You couldnât see the man's face in the darkness especially since his back was facing the window, his tall frame cast a shadow over you. Your heart raced in your ears â3â you began counting, and quickly the man dropped his hand holding the gun. â2â you continued in confusion, as you started with the last number the man in front of you said your name. You paused in shock, nobody you dealt with in the past knew your real name, you werenât that stupid. Nobody outside of your family and your boyfriend knew your real name. âWho are youâ you questioned, moving your finger to the trigger. âY/n it's meâ the man spoke quickly. And for what you doubt would be the last time that night. Your heart stopped. But not in fear, this time it was in shock. You backed up making your way towards the light switch, keeping your gun pointed at his head. When you flicked on the light and it filled the room your tense frame immediately softened. âSam,â you said, in shock.
He awkwardly smiled and sent you a wave âHeyâ he said, you stared at him, taking him in. The last you saw him, right before he went to college he was skinnier and a little shorter. He seemed to be doing the same thing with you. âYouâre so grown upâ You nodded awkwardly. Just then it dawned on you that he hadnât come alone, you circled the couch blocking your view of the man you knocked unconscious. Immediately when your eyes set on him your heart tightened in guilt, âoh god Deanâ you said dropping your gun and falling to your knees assessing his head, which had been bleeding. He probably hit his head on the coffee table on his way down. Just as you sat down Dean began to groan, you sat back as his eyes opened, seemingly adjusting to the light before setting his eyes on you. His face immediately changed, and you couldnât tell what the expression meant. After spending a little over five years away from him you were practically strangers.
âHey kid,â he said, groaning as she sat up. You winced ânot much of a kid anymore if you havenât noticedâ you said. You stood up, looking back and forth between your two older brothers. âWhatâre you doing here?â You asked folding your arms. Dean stood up joining Sam, awkwardly standing in the middle of your living room. They both looked at each other, silently debating who would be the one to talk, unfortunately, the torch fell into Dean's hands âWe wanted to see youâ he said with an idiotic smile. You tilted your head not believing him for one second âThen why didnât you use the door like a normal personâ you asked. Dean awkwardly laughed quickly glancing at Sam who rolled his eyes âWe need your help finding Dadâ he said. You smiled bitterly âAh, there it is,â you said. You moved over to your kitchen, resuming your task of finding something to eat.
âC'mon y/n donât be like-âDean started but you cut him off. âLike what?!â You turned around and shouted at him. âDonât act like you donât care, our father is missing-âDean said, but was cut off by Sam this time âDean-â he started but was cut off by you walking toward him. âNo, that's where youâre wrong, that is not my father. Maybe a small part of the reason Iâm here but he.Is.not.my.fatherâ you seethed. âSo what were not your brothers now?â Dean said raising his voice a little bit. âI donât know, are you dean? Because I donât recall you reaching out in the past five years. I donât recall you fighting for me to come home. You wanna know what I recall?â You asked stepping closer to him. Sam watched from behind Dean, he wasnât there when you were kicked out but he wished he was. âI recall being hated by that man. The unwanted bastard child of John Winchester, that's what I was. And that day he left me at that motel I begged you to stay with me. Not to leave me and you did. I watched you drive away into the sunset while I sat alone in this big world full of monsters wondering how I'd survive alone at fifteen.â Tears began to flood your eyes, as you relived the heartbreak you tried to bury for five years.
âFive years. No calls, no visits, nothing. I was alone and I had to learn how to survive alone Dean and you werenât there, so I tried to go visit Samâ you said, teary eyes cutting over to Sam, âbut he didnât want anything to do with me, wouldnât even hear me out as I begged and pleaded for him too. But nope he sent me away, just like john, just like you,â you said trying your best not to sob in front of your brothers. âMy big brothers, who promised to protect me, who swore to me that no harm would ever come my way as long as you were alive.â
Sam and Dean stood in front of you, both of their eyes were teary and you didnât feel the least bit bad, you were happy they were feeling even a fraction of what you felt all those years ago. âJohn never wanted another kid let alone a daughter, he took me in because he had to. And it took me a while to realize that the same applies to you tooâ you said, your voice cracked as tears poured freely from your eyes. The silence that followed your statement was deafening. Neither of your brothers could even start to fathom what youâd been through in the time you were alone. The silence was cut when your front door opened, you quickly turned around and rushed to meet your boyfriend at the door. âHey honey how- why are you crying?â He asked worriedly cupping your cheeks and whipping your tears. Instead of saying anything, you dragged him to the opening of the apartment so he could see for himself. âFamily reunionâ you whispered so only he could hear. His face immediately changed into pity.
Aaron knew your past having come from a slightly similar background. You turned to Sam and Dean, who hadnât moved from their spot âYou have a-â âboyfriend yeahâ you cut Sam off wiping your tears. Glancing from them to Arron who was just shocked. Dean stepped forward, seemingly to play protective older brother, and for some reason, you didnât stop him. Because even after the hurt theyâd caused you, some part of you, maybe that small 15-year-old you, still wanted your big brothers in your life.
Surprisingly to you, Dean didnât say anything to you, Aaron, he came to embrace you. Sam followed quickly after and joined the hug. Right there and then, you felt all of your hatred and anger towards them melt away. Neither of them was in the clear, but you didnât want to go the rest of your life hating your brothers because they were too afraid to stand up to your dad. You knew they had their reasons, and even some things couldnât be placed on John but you were willing to give it a shot at rekindling the relationship you had with them.
Your boyfriend stood behind you watching happily as you embraced your brothers, it was the most relaxed heâd ever seen you and he wanted to keep seeing you in said state. Sam pulled away first, then Dean did and you all stared at each other. âIâm sorry kid, every day after we left you I tried to find you but you were too good, I resented Dad for years after that, and even started hunting on my own because I couldnât look him in the face and stand the fact that he left you and I didnât say a damn thing about it,â dean said, the sincerity was shown on his face, and you knew dean was never one to show hid emotions ore even apologize at that, but you could see that he meant every word that spilled out of his mouth.
Sam apologized next âI i wish id known that's why you were there, I thought Dad had talked you into talking me into coming home, and I knew if you did that I would have come without second thought.â He said. You couldnât find anything to say. You brought them in for another hug, squeezing them as tight as you could before pulling away. you looked at Aaron who stood behind you with a smile on his face âSam, Dean, this is Aaron, my boyfriendâ you said introducing them. Sam was the first to step forward to shake Aaronâs hand âNice to meet you manâ he said with a smile. âYou tooâ Aaron replied. Dean shook his hand next, as much as he wanted to play that overprotective role, he hadnât earned that right so he played fair and shook his hand giving Aaron a tight-lipped smile.
The three of you knew you had a long way to go, but you were happy to begin the journey.
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Secretsđď¸
Summary: Youâre Sam and Deans sister and have been seeing Castiel behind their back, but what happens when you need to come clean when you find out yours and Castiels time together creates a little surprise
Pairing: Castiel x f!reader Winchester
â˘Masterlistâ˘
Holding the pregnancy test in my hand felt surreal, if someone told me a few years ago that Iâd be back to hunting monsters with my family and pregnant with an angels child Iâd think they were crazy, but here I am in another motel bathroom, my brothers in the other room working on a case as Iâm having a whirl wind of thoughts over take me
After some time I take a deep breath and put the test in my back pocket coming to terms that this secret Cas and I have kept under wraps needs to come to light, sneaking around always made things between us more fun but we also wanted to be able to just be together without the stress of Dean trying to kill Cas or their disapproval, plus with how many enemies were after Castiel it just felt safer to keep it a secret, a year long secret
I walk out of the bathroom fiddling with my hands sitting on one of the two beds
âHey you okay kiddo?â Dean always called me that, he always sees me as that little sister who looked up to him when dad was away, which makes me feel even more guilty
âCan I talk to you guys for a momentâ they instantly got up from the small motel table in the corner and sat on the bed across from me giving me their full attention
I never thought Iâd be scared to tell my brothers something, Sammy was always the sweetest little brother and Dean always tried to protect me like it was his only mission in life
âWhatâs wrong? Are you okay?â Sam asked, worry written all over his face
âIâve been keeping a secret from you guys just please promise me you wonât be disappointed in meâ my chest was heavy and my stomach is bubbles of anxiety
âWhat did you doâ Dean groaned but I know heâs just worried
I pulled out the pregnancy test and handed it over they immediately went wide eyed
âIs this real?â
âHow the hell did this happen I donât even ever see you flirt with anyone at bars, you donât even look to the side of anyoneâ Dean sighed
âI donât just go around hooking upâ
âThen what? Is this the new Jesus?â
âYeah about thatâŚâŚ.â
âYou canât be seriousâ Sam said shocked
âWhat no itâs not immaculate conception, we wanted to wait and ease you both into this, we wanted it to just be the two of us for a bit but now with the pregnancy I canât not tell you both any longerâ
âWe? Youâve been seeing someone?â Dean asked confused
âItâs CâŚ.â Before I could confess Castiel himself popped into the room making a bee line right to me, not even acknowledging Sam and deans questions as to why he was there, and kneeled infront of me holding my hands that were in my lap
âY/n you havenât answer my calls for almost 2 days do you know how worried Iâve beenâ he stated with those puppy eyes I feel in love with
âIâm sorry Iâve had a lot on my mind, thereâs something I need to tell you tooâ whenever I was with cas it felt like we were in our own little bubble of love, completely forgetting why I was sitting on this bed in the first place
âYou canât be serious, you and Castiel? How long has this been a thing?â Dean said standing up now
âItâs been a year Dean, she is the love of my life, it was meant to beâ Cas said matter o factly as he stood
âA year? Youâve been sneaking around for a year? How the hell did we not notice this Sam?â Sam just shrugged his shoulders
âAnd now youâre pregnant with an angel how is this going to end?â
Of course Dean had to be the one to blurt it out, Castiel turned to me wide eyed looking at my still flat belly no sign of a bump
âYouâre with child? With my child?â He asked bewildered as he held my hips
âAre you mad?â
âOf course not, I love you and Iâll love this baby, youâre all my family nowâ I laid my head against his chest letting his warmth calm me down as he held me
âItâs going to be crazy to get use to but congrats guysâ Sam said patting my back
âYou better watch over them Cas or I swear to godâ Dean groaned as he took a sip of his beer
After 8 and a half months it was time to pop, laying in a hospital bed with Sam and Dean sitting on the couch by my bed anxiously, of all the monsters weâve fought this seemed to trump them all
âDEAN WHERES CAS?â I scream as another painful contraction courses through me
âI donât know honey, Iâve been calling and prayingâ he says panicked as he gets up and dabs a cool cloth against my face
âIâm scared, what if the baby is an angel and it rips me apart, what if Cas canât save me and I donât get to say goodbyeâ
âHey donât talk like that youâre going to get through this, youâre a Winchesterâ Sam said trying to be supportive
A wosh of wings sounds through the room and Castiel is there by my side
âIâm sorry some demons had me I got here as fast as I couldâ
âIt hurts so much, make it stopâ I whimper as he presses two of his fingers to my forehead immediately easing my pain
âThe child is already stronger than I had hopedâ
âWhat does that mean? Will she be okay?â Dean asked his eye brows pinching together
âI will have to dull its powers until she has given birthâ he worked his magic and the pressure lessened before I felt the urge to push
Everything happened so fast, the doctor came rushing in helping guide me as cas kept dulling my senses to get rid of the pain when a cry brought me back to reality
âCongratulations on a beautiful baby girlâ the doctor said laying her in my chest before giving us space
Sam Dean and Castiel surrounded my bed all looking at this little bundle of bright life, she opened her eyes and all that emitted was bright white and blue light, like when cas would go supernova
âSheâs beautiful, she looks just like youâ
âExcept for the glowing orbsâ Dean stated
âYes well that will fade over time as she grows but she will still have powersâ
âWhatâs should we name her cas?â
âShe looks like a Pamâ I couldnât help but laugh at such a name for a baby
âHow about Samantha, and maybe the next one could be after Deanâ I smile up at my two brothers who had tears in their eyes
âI think itâs perfect, youâre perfectâ
âYou did good sis, weâre proud of youâ
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Hi! Could you do an imagine where dean and sam have a younger sister and she has a nightmare and ends up sleeping between her brothers?
omg, sorry for the delay, I really was lacking creativity!!
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"The Monster Is Gone"
Pairing(s): Dean/Sam Winchester x Sister Reader
Gender: Angst, fluffy
Warnings: Nightmares, monsters, lots of blood and disturbing writing for more sensitive readers
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My childhood memories were never clear, only blurry images and meaningless phrases wandered through my mind when I tried hard to remember.
A part of me thanks my brain for not allowing me to remember, since I knew the images would be too disturbing for a budding teenager, but when Dad went hunting, disappeared and I had to be under the care of my older brothers during the hunts, everything changed.
I still remember when I had the first memory, it was after a hunt where a student came back from the dead seeking revenge. We were in the car, Dean was driving, and Sam was by his side, in silence while I was in the back seat, still processing the information of the case when the memory came. A blonde woman in pajamas ran through the hallways of a house with a child in her arms, who I soon realized was me.
Over the next few days, I began to dream about it, and as the dreams went on, the images became clearer. One day I realized it was nighttime, and the girl carrying me was wearing red pajamas. Two days later, I realized that the pajamas weren't red, they were white, but they were stained with blood. It was on that day that I started to avoid sleeping as much as possible, afraid of finding out whose blood was on her clothes.
That was 4 months ago, and during that time, each day that passed I saw a little more of that night, and now I knew that the woman was my mother, and the blood on her clothes was my father's, but the worst part was knowing that there was something following me and my mother.
I never told my brothers about this, I know they would be worried, and we have too many things to worry about, like ghosts and demons, and I didn't want to take their minds off work.
We were coming back from a hunt, Dean was driving, Sam was in the passenger seat sleeping, and I was in the back seat, trying my best to avoid falling asleep, but the book I had in my hands to keep me awake wasn't working, and little by little, I rested my head against the window, and fell asleep.
And there I was, crying in my mother's lap while she held me against her chest, with her body against the door, the thing that was chasing us walked calmly through the hallways, and slowly reached behind the door where we were. He knocked once. My mother put her hand over her mouth to keep from making noise. He knocked a second time. I could feel my mother's hands shaking. The third knock was so loud that my mother was pushed from the door, detaching me from her body. When we looked back, he was there.
He was tall, had no face, just a blood-stained mouth and sharp teeth. His fingers were long, and his nails were also stained with blood, just like the black suit he was wearing.
My mother, in an attempt to protect me, pushed me against the wall and covered me with her body, making a human shield. I could feel her tears wetting my pink pajamas as I heard her scream.
"NOT MY DAUGHTER, PLEASE! SHE'S JUST A CHILD"
In response, he let out a frightening laugh. In a few seconds, he pulled my mother and threw her to the floor, while she tried to fight, but the thing was strong and held her without effort. The next scene was the worst.
He opened his mouth, showing his huge teeth and then immediately struck her neck, making blood gush all over the room.
I watched that scene, cowering and scared in the corner of the room while I screamed, begging him to let my mother go, but that must have made him feel even hungrier for her, since he raised his long arm and struck her belly, cutting her skin with his sharp nails.
At that moment, I looked at my mother, who was staring at me with her lifeless eyes, wet with tears of pain.
"Y/N! Y/N, wake up!" I heard a voice call out
"Wake up! You need to wake up!" Again, and this time, louder.
At that moment I woke up. Sweaty, with irregular breathing and a dry throat. I looked ahead and saw Dean and Sam looking at me. We were stopped on a dark road.
"Is everything okay?" Dean asks, meanwhile, Sam opens the car door and gets out, opening the back one and getting in, sitting next to me.
"Okay, sure." I answer nervously, trying to compose myself.
"It didn't seem okay while you were screaming," Sam says, handing me a bottle of water, which I gladly accept.
"It was just a dream, I'm fine." I try to convince them, but by their faces, it hadn't worked.
"If it was just a dream, I'm even afraid to know your nightmares," Dean says and starts driving again.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Sam whispers in my ear, and I try to hold back the tears, while I just nod my head in agreement.
"There's a motel a few minutes from here, we'll spend the night there," Dean says and continues down the road.
It doesn't take long until we arrive at the motel. It was a classic roadside motel, but it was enough.
Dean and Sam get a single room for the two of them, and one for me.
I didn't plan on sleeping that night, so when the boys went to their rooms, I grabbed some snacks from a vending machine and went to my room, turning on the TV to a channel that was showing a series, with the intention of distracting myself from the memories.
I manage not to think about my dreams for 2 or 3 hours, but at one point, sleep begins to set in, and little by little my eyes close, but I always realize that I am about to fall asleep, and I wake up with a jolt. I turn off the television and go to the bathroom.
I take off the clothes I was wearing and get in the shower. The hot water hits the tense muscles in my shoulders and relaxes them in a few seconds. I close my eyes and throw my head back, wetting my hair and face. I massage my scalp with the intention of relaxing, but I quickly tense up when I feel a sudden cold, despite the hot water.
I step out of the shower and dry my eyes with my hands, and when I look at the curtain, I can see the shadow of something behind it. Something very similar to the Being from my memories.
With my heart racing and my breathing irregular, I open the curtain in a quick movement, but relax when I find nothing on the other side.
I turn off the shower, still confused and scared by what happened before, and put on some warm pajamas.
I think about lying back down on the bed and watching the series again, but I look at the bedside table and see the spare key to my brothers' room that Sam gave me in case of an emergency.
Without thinking much, I grab the key and go to the next room, unlocking it slowly, not wanting to alarm the boys.
I open the door and close it behind me, when I turn around, I see Sam, still awake, sitting on the couch that was in the room with a book in his hand.
"Hi, did something happen?" He says quietly and puts the book aside, coming to me.
"I'm scared." My eyes fill with tears and I hug him. I feel his big arms holding me tightly, bringing me closer to his chest.
"It's okay, little one. I'm here." He kisses the top of my head as I sob against his soft shirt.
"Come, lie down with us." He pulls away and goes to the bed.
"Dean, go over there." He pokes Dean's shoulder, making him wake up half-dazed and ready to curse his brother, but stops when he sees me crying next to the bed.
Dean pulls away and I lay down next to him, Sam laying down next to me, making me be between the two of them.
"You're safe with us," Dean whispers, going back to sleep.
"You don't have to tell me what you're afraid of, but know that I'm here for you when you're ready to tell me," Sam whispers behind me.
"I'm having dreams. Actually, they're not dreams, they're memories from my childhood, before Dad adopted me. In these memories, a monster or whatever it was killed my father and mother, right in front of me."
"You don't have to be afraid. Dad told us about this story. He came when the monster was on top of your mother and killed it before it had a chance to hurt you. Sleep, and don't worry about your dreams, the monster is gone, it's dead, and your brothers are here to protect you from anything."
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The hum of the motel room heater was the only sound that filled the space, a steady white noise that almost drowned out the faint patter of rain against the windows. Y/n sat cross-legged on the worn, flower-patterned bedspread, flipping through a dog-eared comic book Dean had snagged for her at a gas station a few days back. Across the room, Sam lay on his stomach, half-asleep.
Dean glanced over from his post near the window, his expression softening as he watched his younger siblings. Despite the dingy, cramped room, there was something about moments like this that made the place feelâŚnormal. As normal as it got for Winchesters, anyway. Their Dad was out on a hunt, promising heâd be back by midnight, but they all knew it would be a day or two. Maybe longer.
Dean stifled a yawn, catching Y/nâs eye as she looked up from her comic. âYou doing okay, munchkin?â
Y/n rolled her eyes. âIâm not a twelve, Dean. Practically a teenagerâ
âCouldâve fooled me,â he teased, tossing a pack of M&Ms her way. She caught it with a triumphant grin, immediately ripping it open.
âDean, Iâm serious,â she huffed, though her smile didnât fade. âYou are just two years older than me, you canât keep threating me like a kid, besides Iâm better at killing monsters than you.â
 âNo, youâre not.â
âAm too,â Y/n shot back, sticking her tongue out as she threw a pillow at him. It landed square on his head, causing him to let out an exaggerated grunt of protest.
âSee? Only kids throw pillows,â Dean smirked, crossing his arms. Y/n rolled her eyes, but the familiar banter felt good, filling the room with a warmth that even the old heater couldnât match. It made them almost seem normal, Moments like this didnât come often; most of their time was spent waitingâwaiting for Dad, waiting for the next town, the next hunt. But tonight, they could just be themselves, even if only for a little while
Sam finally sat up, rubbing his eyes. âYou guys are so loud,â he grumbled  as he glared at his older brother and sister
âsorry Sammyâ both Dean and Y/n said at the same time
âThink Dadâs okay?â Y/n asked quietly after a pause, her fingers tracing the edge of her comic book. she didn't like to admit it but she often worries that he won't come back. The question hung in the air
Deanâs face softened, and he walked over, ruffling her hair. âHeâs fine. You know himâprobably giving the monsters a run for their money. Besides, he promised heâd be back, didnât he?â
âYeahâŚâ she murmured, the comfort of Deanâs hand on her shoulder making her feel safer. They all knew better than to ask questions about where Dad went or what he was doing. But tonight, for some reason, that worry felt closer, nagging at her.
Dean moved back to his post by the window, as if would somehow speed up his return. Sam shifted over, tucking himself under Y/nâs arm and leaning his head against her shoulder. For all his insistence on being independent, Sam still found comfort in being with his siblings.
âWant me to read to you?â Y/n offered, holding up her comic book. She shot Dean a glance, knowing heâd make fun of her, but he just gave her a small, approving nod.
Sam grumbled. âOnly if itâs Batman.â
Y/n smiled, flipping through the pages. âLucky for you, it is.â
As she read, Dean relaxed in his chair, letting the sound of her voice and the rise and fall of Samâs breathing fill the quiet. It was almost midnight, and for now, this was enough. They were together. time passed slowly, and soon enough, Samâs head grew heavy on Y/nâs shoulder, his soft snores filling the air. She tucked him under the thin motel blanket, giving him a gentle pat before settling back down herself.
Dean, still half-awake, watched her with a fond smile. âYouâre a good sister, you know that?â
"you are a good sister" she playfully mocked Dean sticking her tongue out to him.
They didnât know when their Dad would be back, but for now, that didnât matter. Tonight, they had each other, they would worry about their Dad tomorrow.
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A Part Of The Family - Dean Winchester
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Summary : You go on your first hunt with your father John and your half-brother Dean, hoping you'll finally be able to prove you're a true Winchester to your father.
Warnings : half-sister!reader, Y/N is 15, John is a shitty father, angst, feeling like you don't belong in the family, killing vampires, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language so tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.
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Prompt : PL n°1, n°10 "We could have prevented this"
âWhat are the rules ?â John asks you with a harsh voice.
âAlways be on alert and ready to attack, kill first and ask questions later.â you answer, determined.
âGood, donât forget you have to cut their head or theyâll still be able to attack. As itâs your first time on the field, you stay close to me or Dean, right ?â
âYes, sir.â
John hands you a machete before closing the trunk of the Impala. You feel a knot in your stomach as you realise youâre only a few minutes away from the most dangerous moment of your life. Your hands start shaking, you tighten your grip on your weapon, hoping itâll give you more courage. Rapidly, you look up and see Deanâs eyes on you. He puts a hand on your shoulder to reassure you. You give him a quick smile but the fear can still be read on your face. When youâre finally ready, you start entering the vampire nest.
Youâve been on their trails for a few days now and thanks to your personal researches, you found where theyâre hiding. Now, you hope youâll be able to kill these monsters without making a mistake, you want to show John he did a good thing by taking you out of the foster system after Sam left for University. Indeed, when the younger Winchester decided to leave the family business, John didnât like being one hunter short so he came to get you, knowing heâll have your custody easily because your mom died at your birth. Until heâd come to your foster family, you didnât know your fatherâs identity, let alone that you had two big brothers. When you met them, an immense amount of joy had filed you, you thought youâd finally belong to a real family. John had said to your foster parents he came to have your custody because he just discovered your existence. He made a beautiful speech to them on the importance of having his daughter in his life. When he had pronounced those words, your heart had burst with love, but reality caught you up quickly when he immediately put an emotional distance between you before starting your hunter training. You knew it wouldnât be easy but you want to prove to him he can count on you during hunts so you make sure to always give your best. However, John is demanding, you feel like youâll never meet his expectations and because of the pressure you can make some mistakes. Fortunately, Dean knows to be patient with you, he protects you from John's reprimands.
When youâre in the old building, youâre faced with a heavy silence. It doesnât feel like thereâs any threat on the horizon while youâre getting deeper into the nest. You keep walking discreetly and glancing in every corner until you find some kind of cage with a prisoner inside. With a glance, you recognise Jake, a teenager your age whoâs been helping you to find the vampires. He had started searching for them before you arrived ; his sister was one of their victims. Together, you had put your skill to good use, you with your supernatural knowledge and him with his knowledge of the city and its residents. When you see him, you lower your machete and run toward the cage.
âJake ! My God, youâre okay ? Did they do anything to you ?â you question, examining his body quickly with your eyes.
âYou know him, Y/N ?â John interrogates.
âHe helped me to find the nest.â you inform before turning back to your friend. âYouâre okay, Jake ?â
âIâm fine.â
âWeâre getting you out of here, donât worry.â Dean states while starting to force the lock.
âKid, do you know where the vampires are ?â John questions with a dry tone.
âNo, I just regained consciousness, actually. Thanks.â Jake says when Dean finally frees him.
Jake gets out of his small prison stumbling. You catch him when heâs losing his balance. Youâre about to ask him if everything is fine when you see pointy teeth coming out of his gum. Surprised, you donât have the reflex to lift your machete up. Dean and John are about to intervene when other vampires leave their hiding place. You finally push back Jake, scared but he comes back to you again. You try to fight him with your weapon but Jake breaks your arm, forcing you to drop it. Dean hears your cry of pain and turns his head to you. He sees Jake about to bite you in the neck when Dean runs to you and cuts Jakeâs head without a second thought. Youâre too stunned from whatâs just happened to move.
âEverything okay ?â Dean questions, preoccupied.
âYes, donât worry.â
John growls angrily, making yours and Deanâs head turn to him. Dean leaves you to help John. You pick your machete up from the ground and try to at least hurt some vampires. Not able to use your dominant hand, you have even less strength to cut heads. By some miracles, probably due to adrenaline, you cut the head of one blood-drinker. In spite of yourself, you stare at the body and their head, not believing youâre the cause of it. Snapping out of it, you look up and see that most of the vampires are dead. John is handling the Alpha vampire while Dean seems to lose his fight with another monster as heâs struggling to get their fangs away from his neck. You run to him and cut the vampireâs head with all the strength you have. When Dean understands heâs not in danger anymore, he sets his gaze on you, proud to see you were able to save him. You canât help but smile lightly as you realise that, for a first hunt, you did pretty well. With your valid hand, you help him to stand up while John finally kills the Alpha vampire. You look at John, hoping to see heâs happy or at least relieved to know you and Dean are alive and almost not hurt, beside your broken arm, but itâs an angry John who comes your way.
âWhat the hell was that ? We got ourselves in an ambush because of your stupidity ! How could you not understand Jake was a vampire when he was helping you ? Donât tell me you didnât even think about checking him before telling him everything !â
âHe⌠IâŚâ you stutter, making John even more mad.
âAnswer !â
âHe told me he was looking for the vampires, too but he didnât know how to attack them.â you explain, feeling ashamed.
âAnd you didnât think it was weird he knew that much ?â
âHe said heâd been researching for two months so it seemed normal to me.â you defend yourself and John sighs to contain his anger.
âDamn it, Y/N, thatâs unbelievable ! We could have prevented this if you had some common sense !â
âDad, sheâs still learning. Itâs okay.â Dean intervenes with a calm voice.
âNot when she puts us in danger ! We could have died and she has a broken arm. She should have done better !â
While listening to Johnâs reproach, you lower down your head. On second thought, the hunt went worse than you thought. You put your loved ones in danger and you disappointed John. itâs going to be even harder for you to find your place in your little family and you hate yourself for that. John is right, you should have done better.
âWeâre all alive and they are all dead. Itâs a win.â your brother insists.
âI donât care if we did well ! She should have thought like a hunter.â, John retorts before taking you by your shoulder with strength, forcing you to look at him with a wince, âYou better not do that again, next time, use your head.â
âYes, sir.â
John sighs, letting go of your shoulder. Dean has a quick peek at you to make sure youâre okay, you give him a quick nod to reassure him, but your glistening eyes donât convince him.
âCome on,â John starts, âwe have to go to the hospital for your arm, we canât fix it. Another waste of time because of your stupidity.â
âIâm sorry.â you breathe, ready to cry in any second.
ââSorryâ doesnât change anything. And get those tears out of your eyes, half Winchester or not, Winchesters donât cry.â
âYes, sir.â
Your shoulders drop when you follow John while Dean looks at you with compassion. He knows what itâs like to fight for Johnâs approval, itâs very rare to gain it, even for him itâs complicated while he does everything John tells him.
In the Impala, John doesnât say a word, too angry he doesnât even take a quick glance at you, as for Dean, he wishes he could reassure you, but he doesnât want to get John more mad. You hold your arm to minimise the pain on the way while you think back to Johnâs words. Among every thing he reproached you about, his last sentence hurt you the most. Since he came to get you, you know John treats you differently than Dean, he doesnât see you as a part of the family. Yet, it doesnât stop you from feeling your heart burst out in pain every time he reminds you of it when he specifies your only Deanâs half-sister or when he refuses you calling him âdadâ, that one hurts the most.
When you arrive at the hospital, there aren't a lot of people, surprisingly so you just have to wait an hour and a half to be taken in charge of. When your cast is on your arm, you go back to the motel still in silence. You bite your lips, stressed while youâre searching for something to say to rectify your mistakes but you donât really know John, you ignore what you should say. When you walk through the door of your motelâs bedroom, John points the small kitchen table to you. Reluctant, you walk toward it without a word and sit. Dean starts following you but John orders him to get cleaned up. Knowing itâs not the time to challenge him, Dean obeys. John stays on his feet in front of you, towering you with his height. Instinctively, you look down on your fingers, fidgeting with them until John starts talking.
âI hope you realise what you did was dangerous.â
âYes, I wonât do it again, promise.â
âYou better ! You could have died and so could have your half-brother. At least, you did kill some vampires but apart from that, you ruined this whole hunt ! If you donât want to go back to your foster family, you better be more useful next time. I donât need a deadweight but a hunter.â he rumbles.
âIâll do better next time.â you assure him, determined.
âWeâll see in a few months because with your bullshit, you got yourself a broken arm. Youâll be in charge of the research and when youâll be able to train again, weâll get back to it and this time, Iâll be more strict. You need to learn correctly, I canât have a kid who doesnât know what sheâs doing.â John spats, emphasising on the word âkidâ, hurting you once more. âDonât make me regret my decision to get you. And get that sad look out of your face, I canât waste my time with weak people either.â, he orders and you try to get a grip on yourself, âIâm going to the bar.â he finishes, walking away from you.Â
Without a glance, John leaves the room. When you hear the door slam shut, you jump. Tears filling your eyes in an instant. You try to hold them back but the more you blink, the harder it is to prevent them from falling. In spite of yourself, a tear rolls down your cheek. You wipe it away quickly, hoping Dean didnât see anything because he just got out of the bathroom. You take deep breaths, trying to cool down your emotions. Dean delicately puts a hand on your shoulder and kneels down in front of you.Â
âHey, kid, youâre okay ?â
Contrary to John, the word âkidâ in Deanâs mouth seems affectionate. You see in his eyes heâs genuine, but you refuse to show youâre weak for another second. You clear your throat before looking him in the eyes.
âYeah, just tired of the day. John went to a bar.â
âJust you and me, then ? What do you say about going to the Burger in front of the motel ?â he proposes with a smile.
âIâm not really hungry and I wouldnât like John to get even more mad because he wonât find us when heâll get back.â
âHeâll be in that bar for some time, donât worry, besides, you need to recharge your battery, you did your first hunt !â he states, hoping itâll cheer you up.
âWhat a victory it was !â you scoff, rolling your eyes.
âYou got through it with only a broken arm and it was a vampire nest, I call that a victory. Câmon.â
Dean helps you to stand up from your chair. He puts back on his jacket and takes his wallet before inviting you to leave the motel.
At the Burger place, you almost donât eat anything. You swallow only some French fries but donât touch your hamburger while Dean devours everything in a heartbeat. Dean doesnât start a conversation, guessing you need some silence after everything John told you. Dean knows he wasnât kind with you the second time he reprimanded you with the small part he was able to hear through the bathroom walls. Furthermore, Dean and you have been knowing each other only for a few months now, he ignores if in this kind of situation, youâd rather talk or stay on your own. Just to be safe, he prefers to stay close to you without being oppressive so that's what heâs currently doing. When heâs finally done with his meal, he asks for a doggy bag for yours and goes to pay. On the way back, you donât see the Impala, which reassures you because you know you still have some time off before Johnâs return. Entering the room, you take your stuff and close yourself in the bathroom. When youâre ready to go to sleep, you lay on your bed, your back facing Dean whoâs on his own bed watching TV. You try to sleep but Johnâs words keep haunting your mind. The more you think back about the hunt, the more you realise how naive you were. Mentally, youâre calling yourself names, telling yourself that because of your mistakes you lost what little esteem John had for you. Feeling your tears again, you try to breathe slowly. You canât cry, especially with Dean next to you. He canât see how weak you are or you'll go down in his estimation as well and itâs the last thing you want. Despite your tries to be discreet, you sniff, drawing Deanâs attention to you. At first, he doesnât think too much about it, but when he hears your heavy breath and your sniffing several times, he gets up from his bed and comes to you. He sits down next to you and puts a comforting hand on your shoulder. Feeling his presence, you donât dare to move, waiting for him to scold you.
âWanna talk about it ?â he questions softly.
âThereâs nothing to say.â you state.
âY/N, I know how his words can affect someone.â
âHeâs right, Iâve been stupid, I should have been a better hunter.â
âYouâre fifteen and youâre still learning.â Dean retorts, âYou were naive, itâs true, but a few months ago, you still thought vampires were some kind of legend from Transylvania, not the reality. You canât be perfect from the start. You were bound to make mistakes on your first hunt, you canât be mad at yourself for that. Believe me, I made worse mistakes on my first huntsâ, he tries to reassure you but youâre still silent, âY/N, could you look at me ?â
âNo, I donât want you to think Iâm weak.â you refuse, ashamed.
âWhy would I think that ?â
âWinchesters donât cry. Even if Iâm not a real one.â you say, repeating John's words.
Dean sighs, trying to find something to say. He hates the way Johnâs words already got into your head. He wishes he could reassure you like a big brother should but heâs still facing your back, not wanting to confront him. He knows he shouldn't take it personally but knowing you think he could act like John tightens his heart.
âI know Iâm not well placed to say this,â he starts, hesitating, âbut you can cry. Before being hunters, weâre humans.â
âI donât want to disappoint you like I disappointed John.â you whisper, sniffing.
âYouâre not gonna disappoint me and as for John, heâll get over it, you can trust me. When youâll be fully trained, heâll see how excellent of a hunter you are.â Dean affirms.
âIf he didnât send me back to my foster family by then.â you add.
âI wonât let that happen.â, your big brother states, determined, âNow that I know I have a little sister, I can assure you youâre stuck with me as long as you decide otherwise.â
âHalf-sister.â you correct, Johnâs voice still echoing in your head.
âIn other words, my sister. Youâre a part of the family.â Dean insists and you feel a new tear rolling down your cheek.
âWhy are you so nice to me ? You didnât even know I existed six months ago, you have every right to ignore me.â you question with a trembling voice.
âI just told you, weâre family, I care about you.â
Without responding, you turn around before throwing yourself in his arms. All the tears youâve been holding back for the past few months finally roll down your cheeks. Feeling your shoulders shaking, Dean holds you closer against him. He strokes your back, inviting you to let all your emotion leave your body. His heart breaks a bit more when he realises how much youâve been holding back to at least satisfy John a bit. He knows the pain all too well so that night, he makes sure you know heâll always be there to support you. Your head still hiding in the crook of his neck, you stay in his arms, accepting for the first time the comfort of your big brother.
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Home alone
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Winchester Brothers x Little sister! Reader
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Request : Heyy, how are you doing? I was wondering if I could request for supernatural:3Maybe something where reader is Sam and Dean's little sister (13/14) and it's set on the first episode maybe.So, basically Sam leaves her home alone because he's going hunting with Dean, she finds out just in the morning because he hasn't left a note or anything and she starts to panic, but then she calls them and they calm her down?It's ok if you can't or don't take requests, I Hope you have a wonderful day! Remember to take care of yourself:3
A/N: Sorry it took a long time. I really do hope you'll like it. Maybe it won't be exactly how you expected it.
My eyes slowly opened as the birds sang softly near my window. I began to wipe the fatigue from my eyes as I sat up in bed. I had the weirdest dream last night. One where Dean entered the flat by a window and took Sam with him to find dad. It surely meant that I missed my dad and my brother after four years without seeing them. And Sam barely mentioning them nowadays didnât help. As the drowsiness of sleep faded, I became aware of my surroundings and noticed that the apartment was eerily quiet this morning. This silence could only indicate two things: either it was very early, or I slept in. By the window, I could see that the sun was already up. I then decided to check my alarm to finally know what time it was. It was 8 AM. At least, I didnât oversleep. Stretching my legs, I got up and made my way to the kitchen. Passing by the living room, I noticed that everything has been left untouched since yesterday. The coffee table was still covered in books and notebooks as well as various uncorked markers left haphazardly here and there. It was curious, since Sam was pretty much the tidy type, unlike Dean and I. I definitely wonât miss the opportunity to remind him that for once I was not the one leaving a mess behind.
But weirder, when I arrived in the kitchen I saw various cups and plates left on the table and the sink. Sam and Jess would never leave such a mess behind them. But they were probably still drunk from last night. âSam? Jess?â I finally called. The silence was deafening. I thought for a second that maybe one of them was in the bathroom. So I came to the bathroom door and knocked softly. âSam? Jess? Are you in there?â But again, complete silence was the only answer I got. There wasnât even a water noise or the sound of someone brushing their teeth. There was only one room left, Sam and Jessâs. Maybe they were the ones oversleeping? I finally came to their roomâs door. As I approached, I immediately noticed the absence of snoring noise. I then knocked on the door. I was once again met with utter silence. Frustration was slowly building in me. So I slowly opened the door and said âIâm coming inside! If I catch you doing something unsuitable for my innocent eyes, I won't be the most embarrassed!â. But, once the door was opened, I only saw a neatly made bed and an empty room.
I let out a rather loud sigh as I closed the door behind me. Maybe they went to the grocery store, or the library? I refuse to think about anything worse. But they would never leave me without at least a little note somewhere. So, I made my way back to the kitchen to check the fridge to see if they left me a note. But there wasnât anything in the fridge door or anywhere else. My heartbeat increased with each passing second. Panic was overtaking me and the worst case scenarios ran in my mind. What if something happened to them? What if our old âlifestyleâ finally caught up to us? Anxiety was slowly overwhelming me. But I tried to reassure myself and immediately thought about the table next to the door. I practically ran like a maniac toward it, in hope of finding something. But my hopes were crushed when I didnât find a single note on the little notepad.
My last option was the phone. Thankfully, the little red light was flickering, indicating that someone had left a message. I pushed the button and silently prayed. But when I played the voicemail, I noticed that there wasnât any message coming from Sam or Jess. I tried to call Jess and Sam right away. But I managed to get voicemail for both of them. âSam, please! At least tell me youâre okay. Iâm anxious. Please call me back soon!â I was really having trouble breathing. I let myself slide down the wall behind me and ended up sitting on the cold wooden floor. The flood of scary thoughts came back to torment me.
I always knew what lurked in the dark. Dad had made sure of it since I was little. Hell, he practically handed me a dagger when I told him I was afraid of monsters under my bed. Thankfully, Dean and Sam always made me feel safe. Even if I was only their half-sister, Dean and Sam were always there with me and never ostracized me for not having the same mother. If anything happened to them, I didnât know what I would do. When Sam left for Stanford, he took me with him, leaving Dean and dad behind. They were always on my mind and I missed them everyday, especially Dean. He raised me more than dad ever did. I often had nightmares where something bad happened to them. What if it already happened and Sam was the next to die? What ifâŚ? My fear overwhelmed me and clouded my mind with the most horrific visions of my familyâs corpses.
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the phone ringing. Without even thinking, I jumped and threw myself on the phone. âY/N?â His voice made my heart jump. âSam?! Where are you? Are you okay? Whereâs Jess?â I blurted out in haste, almost out of breath. âEasy, Y/N. Everythingâs okay. Jess is at the library. She probably forgot to tell you, sorry. Sheâll come back soon. IâmâŚâ There was another male voice interrupting him. I recognized it right away. âDean?! Oh my god, Dean! Iâm so glad to hear your voice. I missed you so much.â I practically screamed on the phone. I heard a bit of bickering when Dean took the phone.âHappy to hear your voice too, sis. I miss you too.â I could hear the smile in his voice. I never felt more relieved in my life. But suddenly, I realized that if these two were together, it meant that something bad happened. âWhat happened?â, I asked anxiously. There was a bit of silence before Dean replied âWell, dad didnât come back from one of his hunts. So I came to your apartment last night to get Samâs ass in the car and try to find dad.â So, I heard them last night. I thought that it was a dream.
âBut, why didnât you take me with you?â I asked and I knew that hurt was evident in my voice when I heard him sigh. âListen Y/N, we didnât want you involved in this. You finally have a normal life and we couldn't take it away from you just like that. Itâs just another hunt involving what we think is a kind of ghost. Itâs basically milk run for us. Soon, Iâll drive Sam back and youâll keep living your life as if nothing happened.â âA normal life?! Are you kidding? I still sleep with a dagger under my pillow, just in case.â I heard Dean taking a deep breath. He was probably looking for a witty comeback , as always. But before he could answer, I heard Sam. âY/N, weâre really sorry. But we didnât know whether it was dangerous or not. We canât risk losing our baby sis. Dean and I are going to be careful and I promise weâll be back soon.â âWe? Dean will join us?â I asked, hopeful. There was a bit of silence before I heard Dean reply âWell, weâll see kiddo. Itâs up to Sammy.â I heard Sam protesting at the nickname. âI just want to have my brothers with me.â I said, my voice cracking a bit. âI know, sweetheart.â, said Dean in a breath. âItâs a matter of days, I promise. Weâll find that bitchâs corpse, salt and burn it. Weâll be with you in no time.â He said in a reassuring tone. I smiled a little, but it didnât reach my eyes. âWhat about dad?â I finally asked. âHe canât be that far. Donât worry.â, said Sam. âAlso, Iâm sorry I didnât leave a note. I didn't have the time.â, he added. âItâs okay, donât worry about it. Just promise me youâll both be careful and come back safe.â âWe promise.â, they said in unison. âAnd please, update me whenever you can. I love you, goofs.â I heard them laugh. âOkay. We love you too, sis. See you soon.â, said Dean. And they hung up the phone.
I fell back on the floor, half relieved and half anxious. Trouble was definitely on the way, but at least, they were okay. I just had to wait for their next call. A sudden noise made me jump. To my relief, it was Jess. âHey, Y/N! Sorry I didnât tell you I was going to the library. But I figured that you would forgive me if I came back with your favorite pie.â, she said while shaking a bag. I got up and hugged her. She hugged me back while laughing a little âWow. I know you love pie but not at this point.â She didn't know how happy I was to see her.Â
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Fire, fire everywhere. Jess was on the ceiling, burning and bleeding. I couldnât do anything to help her. Dean had to grab both Sam and I before fire could attain us. Her face, her cries for help, it was replaying in my mind endlessly. I would never be able to forget it.Â
Dean sat me on the curb, in the midst of the chaos around us. âY/N, are you okay?â, he asked with a concerned voice. I vaguely nodded my head, still in shock. I couldn't even cry. I threw a glance at Sam. He was devastated. He was crying hard while clinging to me as if he was afraid I would disappear. They finally both took me in their arms. I missed that. But it was sad to have to wait for such a tragedy to finally have my brothers with me. After a moment, Dean sighed and said â I guess youâll have to come with us, now.â And in no time, I was on the backseat of the Impala while Dean was driving to our next destination.Â
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Unexpected Love
Pairing: Ash x Sister!Winchester!Reader
Summary: Ash is your mullet knight in flannel armor
Original Prompt: Requested by anonymous | Hiii, I saw you write for spn and I throught about making a request. Idk if you even remember Ash, he's seen in season 2 but for like, just 5 minutes in total so I'm not gonna be mad if you don't remember him, but I throught about asking you if you could write something for him with Reader that's Dean and Sam's little sister? You can write what you want, even something bite sized, I just feel like he's not appreciated enough 𼺠It's ok if you don't want to write it, and take your time if you do. Have a good day đ
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: Cursing (1x), Fluff, Sam & Dean just being protective/supportive older brothers
Authors Note: Of course I remember Ash my anon friend! How could I not remember Doctor Badass? | Since you told me to write whatever I wanted, I decided to do a cute little romance between him and reader cause hey, he needs some love too! | Heâs honestly one of my favs | I hope you liked how this came out! I never wrote Ash before, so I hope I was able to do his character justice! | Takes place in Season 2 obviously | Flashbacks are in italics | If you want to request something, just send me a message! | If you liked this, donât forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome âĄ
Dating was something that was always particularly hard for you as youâve been consistently on the road with your father and brothers since you were six months old. The four of you never staying in the same place long enough for you to ever form any kind of connection with anyone. In a way, you thought that it was a good thing considering this line of work, but at the same time, human connection was something that you craved, yearned for. Yes, you had a strong bond with your brothers (Sam more than Dean â twin power you know?), and kind of had a strong bond with your father, but the bonds that you had with the three of them werenât particularly fulfilling for you. You always felt like there was something missing.
At one point when you were seven or eight, long before you had learned of the supernatural, you had asked your father once when the four of you were in the car if you could stay at Uncle Bobbyâs for a while.
âIâm tired of moving around so much daddy. Can I stay at Uncle Bobbyâs for a while?â You had told him, asked him; silence filled the impala, despite the music being so loud.
Sam turned to face you before turning to look at your father â you knew that Sam had felt the same way. Dean turned to look at you, craning his neck as he was in the front seat along with your father who was currently driving to the next motel. It would have been the third motel in less than two weeks. Your father looked into the rearview mirror, looking at you as you started playing with your thumbs. âIâm sorryâŚâ You whispered.
When the four of you had gotten to the motel, Dean had practically pulled you to the side while your father and Sam had started bringing things into the motel room. âWhy do you want to get away from dad so bad?â He asked, almost as if he was offended.
âI want to stay in one place longer than two days.â You said. âMotels smell funny.â
Dean scoffed. âSo does Uncle Bobbyâs house.â
That was the last time you had ever asked.
Even if you had found yourself lucky to pull a date, something or someone would always get in the way. Either a hunt would take precedence, or one of your brothers (usually Dean) would âaccidentallyâ interrupt the date. With either scenario, the guy you had landed the date with would either never call you make again â despite your efforts of trying to make something work or, they would outright tell you to never call them again.
As the years went by, you had simply come to the conclusion that you were destined to never find love, destined to spend the life on the road with your brothers as hunters.
âCome with me.â Sam said to you, a few weeks before he had told you, Dean, and your father that he was going to be leaving to go to Stanford.
âI canât Sammy. I donât have a full ride like you do.â You said. âBesides, heâd be too fucking worried if I went.â
âBut weâd be together Y/N. Itâs not like weâd be by ourselves.â He said. He wanted you to come with him, despite not really interested in the whole college thing; but he knew hunting was something that you had never wanted to do. You wanted that white picket fence life like he wanted.
âI canâtâŚleave Dean with dad.â You told him. As much as you had wanted to go with him, you couldnât leave Dean and dad alone, as you were usually the buffer between them. Yes, they rarely got into fights but when they didâŚit got bad.
You were fully prepared to do the whole one night stand thing for the rest of your life. At least you would have some kind of human connection, even if it was just for a little while. Hell, itâs been working out just fine for Dean, why wouldnât it work for you? But that was until you met Ash.
Ash was an interesting person; someone that you thought you wouldnât have ended up with. Despite knowing him less than a year, he was someone that you could actually imagine spending your life with (no matter how long that life span may be). You had first met him about a few months after the death of your father when your brother Sam was listening to your fatherâs voicemails.
âHeâs always been so secretive.â You told them, upon hearing the sound of a womanâs voice in one of the voicemails â a woman that called herself Ellen.
âThink dad ever had a thing with her and it ended badly? Maybe thatâs why he never told us about her.â Sam theorized.
His theory caused your other brother to give a disgusted look. âGross, now Iâm thinking of dad having sex.â Dean said, his voice sounding just as disgusted.
âYou are far too pretty to be with these two.â Was one of the first sentences that Ash had ever uttered to you. A sentence that had made you laugh, but a sentence that offended your eldest brother Dean the most.
The relationship between you and Ash was something that you honestly didnât expect to happen. Not because he wasnât your type, but because you had thought that there would be no possible way to maintain a relationship given the fact that you were always on the road.
âYou know this isnât going to work out right?â You had told Ash, the day you and your brothers had gotten back to the Roadhouse after completing the Rakshasa case.
Ash looked at you, trying his best to play it cool as your brothers were only standing within earshot. âThatâs the beauty of technology. Youâd only be a phone call away.â He said. Him saying this was something that you had never really thought about previously; but it was something that had made perfect sense to you.
âIf someone wants to be with you kid, theyâll make the effort.â Bobby told you numerous times growing up. For years, it was a line you thought that he just said in order to make you feel better. But for the first time in your life, you realized that Ash was the only guy in your life (besides your brothers and your father) that had actually wanted to make the effort.
âYou and Ash still going strong uh?â Dean asked, leaning up against Baby.
âUh, yeah.â You replied. âStill trying to get used to the whole long distance thing.â
âThatâs fair.â He said. âAt least you guys text and call right?â
âYeah.â You nodded.
Dean raised an eyebrow. âDo you not want to talk about this? Thought this would be something youâd be all over.â
âDean, you and Sammy have never been people Iâve spoken to about guys before. Nor have either of you really asked. Why the sudden interest in Ash and me?â Whenever you had crushes on people in the past, you had never once found yourself gunning to tell one of your brothers or your dad. You knew that it would only end badly; especially if you told your father or Dean.
He shrugged. âCanât your brother just be interested in your relationship for once?â
âNot without ulterior motives he canât.â You gave him a look, your brother automatically looking offended.
âMe? Have an ulterior motive? Honestly sis, Iâm offended.â He scoffed.
âItâs kind of your MO brother.â You said. Dean opened up his mouth as if to say something; to try and get himself out of whatever hole he had dug himself into. But there was nothing that he could possibly say to get out of it. He instead just closed his mouth.
âLook, Iâm just happy for you. Truly I am.â He actually sounded sincere. âYou know me and Sammy just worry.â
âAnd you know just as well as I do that I can kick either of your asses.â You said. âI can take care of myself just fine. And AshâŚneither of you have anything to worry about honestly.â
âYou know, Iâve been thinking Ash.â You said, sitting on the trunk of Baby while your brothers were inside of the motel room. Being outside was the only source of privacy that you could possibly have when being on the phone.
âWhatâs up Missus Badass?â He asked, hearing the smile in his voice.
âI was thinking, after we finally kill Yellow EyesâŚIâm going to quit hunting.â You said. âHow would Ellen and Jo feel about me working at the Roadhouse?â Your tone half joking and half serious. Ash was silent for a moment, more quiet than he normally was whenever he was on the phone. âAsh? I didnât lose you did I?â
âNoâŚNoâŚâ He began. âTheyâd love to have you.â
âYeah?â You asked. âYou know, I am very familiar with the workings of a bar.â
âIf I didnât know you so well, I would be concerned by that statement. But, since you are a Winchester, I ainât the least bit surprised.â He said.
âYeah. Iâve been hustling pool, and playing poker before I reached puberty.â You laughed a little. âAs Sammy would say, the way we were raised was jacked.â You paused. âBut hey, at least I met you.â
âYour mullet knight in flannel armor.â He said serious.
âOh, I like the sound of that.â You smiled. The motel door opened, your brothers coming out. âI gotta go butâŚI love you.â You whispered the I love you. Hoping that it was just loud enough for Ash to hear, but low enough for your brothers not to.
Your I love you had caught him slightly off guard, but it was something that he enjoyed hearing you say. âI love you too.â He responded back. You were happy that he said it back, afraid that you might of said it too soon. For the first time in a long time, you had felt like you might actually get that happy ending you have always wanted: a life away from hunting.
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I have a 12 chapters of a fanfic written on my phone and I keep adding to it every night- but do I post it? NOO BECAUSE I AM SCARED??? someone send help Iâm gonna lose my shit
Ps: I also have a bajillion one shots just thereâŚ..
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Crush
Sam Winchester x Reader
Summary: The sorority girl that Sam has had a crush on for ages approaches him at a party one night.
Word Count: 3.5k
Warnings: 18+ Sorority Girl!Reader. Drinking. Smoking. It's a party. Smut. Fingering (f!receiving). Unprotected sex (bad idea, don't try this at home).
A/N: MINORS DNI also, thank you to @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles for beta reading and helping with some of this for me!
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The music was blasting throughout the house. Everyone had already drank too much. Well, almost everyone. She had been drinking soda all night. Being the designated driver was something she didn't mind doing. It was difficult though. Sorority girls were a fucking nightmare after a couple of shots.
Most of her Saturday nights were spent like this. The only difference was that by now she had usually gone upstairs with a guy. She leaned against the doorframe in the kitchen, watching the party. She took a sip of her soda. It was late, she was starting to get bored.
Parties weren't near as much fun sober. Probably because they had no real appeal. Without the liquor coursing through her veins all she saw was a bunch of idiots getting shit faced. She didn't think much of it. Next week, whenever one of her sorority sisters would be on designated driver duty, she would have a blast. Get shit faced, hookup. Anything she wanted. Anyone she wanted.
Being a sorority girl had benefits.
She threw her empty solo cup into the kitchen trash can before venturing back out to the party. She weaved her way through all of the drunk college kids. Knowing that she looked just like them on any other weekend made her feel a bit stupid. She ignored those thoughts. They wouldn't prevent her from partying next weekend. She needed to have something to look forward to after a week of hell.
She made her way to an area with less people; right beside the staircase. She noticed a man with shaggy brown hair and smiled. She could tell that he wasn't from one of fraternity's around here, or on the football team. That didn't seem to bother her for some reason.
She gave him a smile, her glossed lips shimmering in the lights of the party. "What's your name?" She asked him, eyes taking him in. He made her stomach do a back flip. The feeling was. . . oddly unusual. It almost made her do a double take.
The mans cheeks turned a soft shade of pink before he replied. It wasn't that hard for her to notice how flustered he was. She found it adorable. Again, something oddly unusual. She usually chose guys with a lot more confidence.
"Uh, Sam." His words were nearly drowned out by the music of the party. He realized how quiet his words had came out and repeated them a bit louder. His eyes drank her in. He couldn't believe that she was talking to him. The girl he'd had a crush on for most of his time at Stanford.
"It's nice to meet you, Sam." She replied before giving him her name. She fixed a piece of hair that had fallen into her face, pushing it behind her ear so that it wouldn't bother her any longer. "Did you come here alone?" She asked, her curiosity getting the best of her.
"N-no. My friend made me come," He replied. He ran a hand through his shaggy brown hair to fix his messy bangs. Her eyes lingered as she watched him. He noticed her gaze and his blush deepened.
His words made her smile brighten, "I take it that means you're available?" She asked. She wanted to confirm that he was single. She might get called a slut but that doesn't mean that she goes after guys in a relationship. It's not her fault that most lie.
Sam's eyes went wide. His heart hammered in his chest. He stuffed his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. Was she seriously asking him that question? He had known who she was before she'd introduced herself. Who didn't? She was pretty and popular. Sam had always hidden a tiny crush on her. Well, him and half of the other guys at this school.
"I-I am."
"Good," she said with a smile. She fixed her dress, pulling the hem down from where it had ridden up on her thighs. She loved the dress she was wearing. It was gorgeous and fit her body like a glove. The only issue was how much of a pain it was to keep pulling it down all night. It was worth it though.
"You look nice," Sam said, having built up an ounce of courage (which has already vanished). He was nervous as hell. Confidence wasn't his strong suit.
She leaned in a bit closer. "Thanks. You look great yourself," She replied. She couldn't take her eyes off of him. He looked like a god damn dream. She wondered how she hadn't noticed him before tonight.
Sam's eyes lingered on the way her sparkly eyeshadow gleamed in the light. He couldn't help but admire her. She was fucking gorgeous tonight, and any other night. He thought she looked incredible no matter where he saw her, or what she wore. She was perfect in his eyes.
"I'm gonna kiss you now, okay?" She said, making sure that he was okay with it. It wasn't often that she was the one to make the first move. She enjoyed it. Usually guys were pawing at her body with their tongues down her throat before even asking her name. Sam was different.
When Sam stayed silent she pressed her lips against his. She guided one of his hands to rest on her hip. She deepened the kiss, her tongue slowly sliding into his mouth. His lips tasted like cheap beer and Carmex.
He let out a soft groan as she kissed him harder. He let her have most of the control, going along with her movements. He let his hand gently squeeze her hip. She didn't seem to mind.
She pulled away after a minute, wanting to see the look on his face. The look on his face made her want to drag him upstairs that very second. His cheeks were a perfect shade of pink, his mouth hung open slightly, and his eyes were wide. She noticed the way his hazel eyes stared at her lips.
She noticed a smudge of pink gloss on his upper lip and wiped it away with her thumb. It made his blush deepen even more. Every touch from her had his body on fire. He has a chance with a girl he'd had a crush on for a while, he couldn't screw this up.
"That was-" she began to say but was cut off whenever Sam kissed her. She let out a small gasp against his lips. She hadn't expected him to do something like that. Not that she minded, not one bit.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and threaded her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. He moaned into the kiss as she gently tugged on the hair she had been playing with. She walked a few steps backwards, all while still kissing Sam.
Whenever her back hit the wall, she leaned her head back to catch her breath. Sam pressed a cautious kiss to her collarbone. Her body arches into his touch and a smile spread over his lips. He kissed his way up to her jaw line, not yet brave enough to leave an actual hickey. Soft kisses would have to do for now.
"Let's take this upstairs," She said with a smile. Her lip gloss was smudged. She knew it, and didn't give a fuck. She would fix it later. Sam took a step back from her so that she could lead the way. He wasn't sure if she had a specific room in mind.
She walked past him, grabbing his hand as she walked. They walked last a couple drunkenly making out on the stair case, she rolled her eyes. At least she had the decency to get a room. Well, whenever she was sober. Tonight was making her rethink how often she drank. And how wasted she got. Maybe Sam would be a better influence on her.
She walked to the end of the hallway, finding a door that didn't have any noises coming from behind it. She gave sams hand a soft squeeze before opening the door and walking inside. She wasn't used to guys treating her this way. Sam made her feel special, even if she's barely even met him.
The door was shut and locked as soon as they had both stepped inside. She looked up at Sam, admiring every feature of his face. She couldn't help herself. He looked at her in a way that made her feel special. She didn't feel like some cheap hookup. She felt like he wouldn't leave her the second he got his fill.
Her hands went to the top button off his shirt. She paused though. Her eyes met his. "I'm going to take this off now, okay?" She said to him.
"Y-yeah. Okay" Sam's breath caught in his throat as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt. She wasn't ripping his clothes off. No, she was taking her sweet time. She wanted to enjoy every second of this. And she would.
As she was unbuttoning his shirt, she leaned up to kiss him again. His hand rested on her hip for a moment before resting on her ass. The two made their way to the bed, their lips never separating. It seemed as though breaking the kiss for even a second would be the end of the world right now.
She laid back on the bed. Sam's shirt had fallen to the floor sometime during the short walk over to the bed. He looked down at her with a smile. She was beautiful. He would never get tired of this view. He could only hope that he'd get the chance to see her again.
She sat up before adjusting the pillows behind her. She leaned back, half sitting up. Sam moved towards her and his hand gently cupped her jaw before kissing her again. She grabbed his wrist and guided his hand to her thigh.
She let her hands drift to the waistband of his jeans. She palmed his growing erection through the thick material. He broke the kiss, whimpering against her lips. The beautiful sound made her chuckle softly.
"You like that, huh?" She asked with lustful eyes. Every sound that Sam made had her going crazy.
Sam's cheeks turned red and he didn't reply, his gaze drifting down to the cleavage visible with how low cut her dress was. His eyes widened slightly. He didn't like how easily she was able to fluster him.
"Have you done this before?" She asked. She wanted to make sure that he wasn't about to lose his virginity at a shitty party.
"I-I have," Sam replied a bit quieter. It has been his first year at Stanford with some girl in his old English class. It hadn't been at a party like this though. No, the girl had been over at his apartment to study.
"Can I touch you?" Sam asked as his gaze went even lower. "Please?" He added. His eyes couldn't budge from her thighs. Her dress had ridden up whenever she had sat up against the pillows.
She smiled and pushed her dress up over her hips before spreading her legs for him. Sam grazed his fingers over her black underwear. He looked up at her to see her reaction.
Her breathe caught in her throat. Her core was throbbing. She was desperate for his touch. She noticed his hesitancy. She lifted her hips up a bit and he retracted his hand. She slid her underwear off.
"It's okay, you can touch me." Her words were gentle as she guided his hand to in between her thighs.
Sam slid a finger through her wetness and she gasped. She let her head fall back on the pillows, her hair sprawling out around her. Sam's touch was cautious. She grabbed his wrist and made his fingers prod at her entrance.
"U-use your ring finger first."
Sam followed her instructions, gently pushing his ring finger inside of her. He heard her gasp and looked up. He pushed his finger in all of the way and she groaned.
"Now c-curl it."
She moaned as he followed her instructions. The noise made Sam freeze for a moment. The second she bucked her hips against his hand he went back to curling his finger inside of her tight cunt. The noises coming out of her had his cock straining against his jeans. He attempted to ignore it as he curled his finger a little faster.
She gently wrapped her fingers around his wrist and he froze. She guided his hand so that his ring finger was now curling while thrusting in and out of her wet cunt. She moaned again, he was a fast learner even if his previous experience was more limited than hers.
"Ah-Add another," She gasped as she felt heat build up in her core. She felt Sam slip his middle finger inside of her. She rocked her hips in time with the thrusting of his fingers. Moans escaped her throat as he worked her open. "Fuck! Just like that."
"D-do you like this?" Sam asked. "I-i mean it sounds like you do but. . . I want to make sure I'm doing. . . this. . .right," He stuttered, not stopping his movements. Her cunt squeezed around his fingers.
"Y-yes!" She moaned. "J-just like that. You're doing such a good job for me," She gasped. She grabbed his other hand and moved it to her clit. He seemed to understand what she wanted and began rubbing sloppy circles on her puffy clit.
Her thighs had a slight tremble as her cunt squeezed his fingers even more. His fingers rubbing her clit sent jolts of pleasure throughout her body. She could feel her orgasm creeping up on her.
"I'm close!" She moaned as she clamped down around his fingers. Her head fell back as her orgasm washed over her. Sam felt her walls tighten around his fingers as her moans increased in volume. He kept thrusting his fingers, riding her through her orgasm as her moans grew more strained. She grabbed his wrist as a signal for him to stop. The overstimulation left her cheeks flushed.
His fingers slipped from her sopping hole, and his eyes flicked to her face, wide with awe. She took his wrist in her hand, guiding it to her mouth, and sucked on his fingers, letting her eyes flutter closed, she swirled her tongue around his fingers. A low moan escaped her throat at the taste of herself. Her eyes fluttered open and she giggled at the sight of Sam. She couldn't help herself. His mouth was hanging down for God's sake.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair, as she pulled him down to her level. Her lips pressed against his. Sam was still frozen in a combination of shock and awe. He thought all of the noises that he had pulled out of her. As they kissed, her tongue invaded his mouth. Sam let out a small, needy whimper as she kissed him.
She sat up, pushing him down onto the bed before straddling his waist. Her hands went to the zipper of his jeans. She looked up at him. Sam's face and chest were flushed, his lips were red and slightly puffy, he already looked so fucked out and she had barely even touched him. She didn't waste any time in unzipping his pants. Sam lifted his hips and helped her get rid of the constricting material.
She teased him over his boxers. A strangled moan escapes Sam's throat as she ran her fingers over his clothed erection. His head dropped down onto the pillows, she gazed at his exposed throat. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the smooth expanse of delicate skin. Sam's breath hitched in his throat at the feeling of her lips.
"P-please. . . Please," Sam practically whimpered.
She let out a soft chuckle. "Please. . . what?" She continued her movements, gently running her fingers over his clothes erection. "I need you to use your words for me, sweetheart."
Sam's hips buck up, desperate for more. "P-please," He moans out. His chest heaves as he fights to keep his breathing even. "I need you to f-fuck me."
She tugged on the waistband of his boxers. Sam quickly lifted his hips so that she could rid him of the pesky material. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and gave it a light squeeze. She admired the pretty pink tip, leaking precum.
She lifted her hips before lining up her entrance with the tip of his cock. She had to admit, he was definitely larger than most guys she'd slept with. She wasn't going to tell Sam that though. She studied his expression with a small smile on her face. Sam watched her every move with his jaw slack, quiet moans leaving his throat.
She sinks down on him and his hands fly to her hips. She places one of her hands on his chest for support. She moans as she slowly sinks down. The stretch is a burn that quickly fades into an ache for more.
"F-fuck," She moaned out, adjusting to his size.
Sam was a beautiful mess beneath her. His hands squeezed her hips, just for something to hold onto. His body quivered ever so slightly. She felt so fucking tight around his cock. She'd barely even started and he could already feel heat forming in his stomach.
He moaned out her name as she rocked her hips. "P-please," He gasped as she lifted her hips up before dropping back down. Every thrust of her hips had him begging for more. The feeling of her tight cunt wrapped around him was almost too much.
He let one hand fall from her hip and slide in-between her legs. As his fumbling fingers found her clit, she let out a small gasp. Her eyes met his. It was the most gorgeous sight Sam had ever seen. Her tits bounced with every thrust of her hips, her lips were parted as she let out another moan, every piece and part of her was perfect.
How had he gotten this lucky? He never would have thought that she ever find out he even existed. Let alone wind up in bed with him. The view in front of him was like something from one of his wildest fantasies.
"Y-you look. . . s-so perfect," Sam half moaned, half whimpered as his fingers rubbed tight circles on her clit. He experimented with the speed. Whenever he hears her breath hitch in her throat he knew that he was doing it right.
She struggled to keep up her current pace with the way that Sam's cock hit that place inside of her cunt that practically made her see stars. Her lower abdomen was on fire. If Sam didn't slow down she might come quicker than she had been expecting.
"F-fuck! Just like that," She cried out.
Sam might not be the most experienced guy ever, but he was definitely a quick learner. The hand that wasn't on her clit went to her chest. He gently massaged one of her breasts. The soft skin felt like heaven beneath his hand. He squeezed her nipple and she moaned even louder. He was carefully watching every reaction she had, making sure that he was doing all of this right.
"Y-you feel so good," He whimpered.
His back arched up from the bed as he felt her walls tighten around him. He could feel his orgasm creeping up on him. His hips bucked up, meeting her thrusts. The action made her cry out.
"I-I'm. . . I'm about to come," Sam whimpered, his chest heaving.
His fingers had found a steady pace on her clit. Every circle of his fingers sent white hot pleasure coursing throughout her body. The way his hands carefully gripped at her chest. He soon moved the hand that had been on her chest, to her hips. He attempted to help guide her thrusts. She seemed to be tiring out.
"M-me too," She replied with a moan. She could feel his cock twitch inside of her. His eyes rolled back as his grip on her hips tightened. It only made her work harder. She was so fucking close. Sam wouldn't be able to last any longer.
He cried out from the overstimulation as her tight walls clenched around his cock, her own orgasm making her thrusts shaky. She felt pleasure overtake her body as Sam kept circling her clit with his no longer ungraceful fingers.
She guided his hand away as she slowly rocked her hips, basking in the subtle feeling of overstimulation. She slowly sat up before she stops. Her legs had a slight quiver as she walked into the bathroom. The loud music of the party was muted through the door. Though, it was obvious that the party was not even close to being finished for the night.
"Do you want to hop on the shower with me?" She asked with a smile. Sam's eyes went wide (for the hundredth time that night) before he climbed off the bed. He was standing at her side in seconds.
"T-that sounds nice."
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Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader, Demon Dean & little sister!reader
Requested by @abiball027
Synopsis: Dean does some things as a demon that everyone regrets.
Warnings: demon blood addiction, demon Dean gets the reader addicted to demon blood, kidnapping, this oneâs kinda dark guys, angst with a happy ending.
Your body was on autopilot as it led you through the bunker. You didnât even realize you were headed to Deanâs room until you stopped in front of his door, unable to go further. Your hand twitched towards the knob, but you stopped yourself from reaching out to grab it.
There was nothing in there you wanted to see. You didnât want to look at Deanâs body again; you couldnât.
You staggered in surprise when the door flung open. Deanâs frame filled the doorway, and it was all you could do to stay upright.
âDeâŚwhatâŚâ you caught sight of Crowley in the room behind him, and you directed your next words at the king of hell. âYouâdid you bring him back?â
You didnât want to wait for an answer; in fact, you were a split second away from throwing yourself at your big brother when Crowley stepped between you.
âI wouldnât do that; heâs still adjusting.â
âAdjusting? Crowley, what did you do?â You demanded, before shaking your head. âYou know what, it doesnât matter. Iâve gotta tell Sam.â You turned to go, but Deanâs hand shot out at an inhuman speed, and he held your arm in a vice grip.
âWhatâDean?â You looked up in surprise at your big brother.
âNo Sam,â he demanded, but his eyes seemed unfocused. That is, until he blinked and they flashed black. You wrestled your arm from him and stepped back, your hand going to the demon knife at your belt. You pulled it out, directing it at Crowley.
âYouâŚâ your voice shook with anger, and you nearly choked on it. âYou let one of your filthy demons possess my brother?â
âNot exactly.â Crowley shrugged.
âWhatââ
Dean interrupted you.
âItâs all me, sweetheart.â
âThatâs not possible.â You shook your head. âIt canât be.â
âOh itâs Dean alright,â Crowley said. âBecause of the Mark of Cain, he canât be killed. I merely brought his soul out of its littleâŚhibernation. Or, chrysalis, I suppose is a better analogy. And now heâs evolved intoâŚwell, this.â
Dean and Crowleyâs matching grins turned your stomach.
âW-weâŚâ you swallowed, trying to let your mind catch up with your racing heart. âWe can fix this. We know how-how to cure demons. I can get Sam and weââ
âNo!â Deanâs sudden tone change made you flinch. âI donât want to be cured, and youâre not going to get Sam.â
âI-I donât understand.â you shivered.
âNo. You wouldnât.â Dean chuckled darkly. âYou wouldnât understand power.â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âDonât play dumb, sweetheart. Youâve always been the weak one, so you wouldnât understand what having power feels like.â Deanâs eyes flashed black again, and you flinched. âWell Iâve got power now, and I like how it feels.â
âStop it.â You shook your head, turning to Crowley. âDean wouldnât say this stuff. What did you do to him?â You yelped in surprise when Deanâs hands once again grabbed your arms.
âItâs all me, N/N. The new me. The better me.â
You tried to break free from Deanâs grip, but he wouldnât let go. Crowley stepped forwards, putting a hand on Deanâs shoulder.
âWe should get out of here while Moose is still gone.â
âYouâre right.â Dean didnât release his grip on your arm. âBut Iâm bringing her with.â
âWhat?â You and Crowley asked in horrified unison.
âDean, you agreed to leave it all behind. You said you didnât wantââ
âI said I didnât want Sam stopping me,â Dean interrupted Crowley. âSheâs not strong enough to do anything to me.â Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as Dean continued. âBut, with a little help, she could be useful.â
âHelp?â Crowley frowned. âHow could she do anything for us?â
âShe canâŚâ Deanâs eyes flashed blackâit seemed to be his new favorite trick. âIf I give her a taste of power.â Dean shoved you towards Crowley. âHold her still.â
Crowley took hold of your arms without question, although he was clearly hesitant.
Dean took the demon knife out of your hands easily, and he sliced a small cut on the heel of his hand.
âWhat are youââ
Dean took advantage of your mouth being open by pressing the heel of his hand to your lips. You froze up as Deanâs other hand came up to plug your nose.
Heâd completely cut off your air, and you struggled as the metallic taste of Deanâs blood invaded your mouth. He and Crowley easily held you still, and Dean kept his hand there for several seconds before moving it so that his palm was covering your mouth. No more blood was going in, but you still couldnât breathe.
âSwallow and Iâll let you go,â Dean said. You continued to struggle, but it was useless. âCâmon little sister, just swallow.â
You struggled until you felt dizzy and your lungs were screaming. You swallowed almost without meaning to, the bitter taste of Deanâs blood invading your senses. Dean and Crowley released you simultaneously.
You backed away from both men, stumbling against the wall as you gasped for breath. You didnât even know what to say; you were too confused, too hurt, too scared.
âWhat was that?â Crowley asked, sounding as confused as you felt.
âLike I told you,â Dean growled. âWith a little power, this little rugrat might be useful. And since Iâm the one controlling the powerâŚâ Dean waved a hand over his cut wrist, and it healed itself. âIâm the one who she has to listen to. The perfect little sidekick.â
You didnât need to hear anything more. You turned on your heel and tried to run, but Dean grabbed onto your arms and flung you against the wall. The back of your head hit the wall, and suddenly you couldnât see or feel anything.
âŚ
You awoke to the gentle purr of the Impala, and for a long moment you couldnât tell what was going on. Were you on a hunt? You couldnât remember. Then you tried to move your hands to rub your face, and they stopped, impeded by something metal. Your eyes fluttered open, and the first thing you saw was your hands cuffed to the back of Deanâs seat. Crowley was in the passenger seat, and the memories came back almost instantly.
âSheâs awake,â Crowley said.
âAhh, good morning sweetheart,â Dean grinned, a sickeningly sinister smirk that looked nothing like your big brother.
âWhere are we? Where are we going?â You looked out the windows, but the road sides were no help to your poor sense of direction.
Dean just chuckled.
âWherever we want.â
âŚ
The three of you drove all day, and once the sun lowered behind the horizon line, Dean pulled into a seedy motel. He opened his door and came around to your door. He didnât unlock your cuffs; instead, he pulled a flask from his back pocket and unscrewed it, bringing it up to your mouth. You knew it was his blood before the liquid touched your lips, but again your struggles were futile as Dean held his hands over your mouth and nose until you swallowed.
âSee, thatâs not so bad,â Dean cooed even as you shuddered. âA few more of these and youâll be so hooked, youâll be begging me for another hit.â
Crowley watched with an unreadable expression as Dean freed your wrists from the handcuffs and led you inside the motel. Within minutes, Dean had you cuffed to the air conditioner in his room, and he and Crowley were off to party at the nearest bar. You tried to wiggle around to reach into your pocket, only to discover that Dean mustâve taken your phone and lock picking kit while you were knocked out. With nothing to focus on, you became acutely aware of the hunger pangs that were becoming more frequent: you hadnât eaten since youâd been in the bunker. But soon, a different hunger took hold of you. It was unfamiliar, and it hurt worse than normal hunger. Fear began to nag at you, but you shook it off. You couldnât be hooked on demon blood already, could you?
You couldnât be sure, and that only flamed your panic. This whole situation was crazy, and you didnât know how to adjust; Dean, a demon; you, kidnapped; and demon blood being fed to you no matter how much you tried to resist. Your mind played around with the idea that it wasnât really Deanâthat Crowley had lied and it really was some random demon inside your brotherâs corpseâbut you knew that Crowley, as devious as he was, had no reason to lie.
And that meant that it really was your big brother, trying to turn you into a demon blood addict just so that he could use you.
âWeâre back!â Dean crowed triumphantly, snapping you out of your thoughts as he entered the motel with Crowley at his heels. A fast food bag was tossed into your lap, and Dean reached over your head and released you from the handcuffs. You chowed down on the burger without hesitationâyou were too hungry to be orneryânoting in the back of your mind that Dean had remembered exactly how you liked your food; maybe he was still in there somewhere.
To your dismay, the food could only satisfy so much, and that unfamiliar pain lingered. You felt your eyes unintentionally slipping towards Deanâs flask, and unfortunately Dean noticed too. A wide grin split his face as he looked from you to his flask.
âKnew it wouldnât take much to have you hooked,â he said, and when you started to shake your head in a panic his gaze softenedâif only slightly. âHey now,â he soothed, coming to sit by you and pulling out his flask. âIt hurts, right?â At your hesitant nod, he continued. âI know it does. Now let your big brother take the pain away, ok?â
His tone was so familiar, and yet so unfamiliar at the same time. Soothing words that Dean might say to you before stitching up a woundâbut that was not what was happening now. Deanâs voice was gentle, but his eyes held a dead indifference that had never been directed at you, not from Dean. Everything felt so wrong, and you were so overwhelmed and hurting that you could do nothing but cry softly as Dean lifted the flask to your lips and forced the liquid down your throat. He didnât even bother to plug your nose, as you were too tired to fight himâyou swallowed with no protest other than the tears tracking down your cheeks.
White hot shame filled you along with the demon blood. You had more fight in you than this, you knew you did. But this was different.
Youâd never expected to be fighting against your brother, and that thought alone drained all of the fight in you.
âThere it is.â Deanâs smirk turned your stomach, and you were already starting to regret eating that burger. âSee? Feels good, doesnât it?â
You tried to turn away from him, but he grabbed onto your shoulder.
âCâmon, Iâm gonna cuff you near the couch so you can get some sleep.â
Dean cuffed your hands to the nightstand next to the couch. You could lay on the couch with your arms stretched over your head; it was uncomfortable, but better than the floor you supposed.
To your surprise, you fell asleep quickly, drained from the long day on edge. But it was a fitful sleep, and some time in the middle of the night you awoke panting. It took you a moment to realize what was different; you werenât handcuffed anymore. You looked down in your lap to see the cuffs in three pieces. You stared down at your hands; had you done that?
A groan from one of the beds had you flinching as Dean sat up. His eyes found you in the dark, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw the black abyss that used to be your brothers bright green eyes. Then he blinked, and the green was there, but it wasnât the same.
âGo back to sleep,â he demanded, and you were laying back down when he suddenly got up. You felt your body shaking as Dean approached you; youâd never been more scared of anyone than you were of Dean right now.
âSeems the demon blood is working,â Dean chuckled as he held up the broken cuffs. His eyes flickered to you. âHow does power feel, little sister?â
You didnât know how to answer that question. You didnât feel powerful. Sure, you could break steel without even meaning to, but you had no power over your situation; if anything you felt more helpless than you ever had.
UnlessâŚ
Remembering Samâs powers when heâd been drinking demon blood, you pushed your hand out in front of you. Before you even made contact with Dean, he staggered back and fellâyou had telekinesis!
You jumped up from the couch and ran for the door. It had the door-block on it, but it tore loose when you yanked the door open. You took one stride out into the night air before strong arms wrapped around your midsection and flung you backwards, back into the motel room.
âYour powerful, little sister,â Dean chuckled darkly. âBut not more powerful than me.â
You backed away, not even looking where you were going as you tried to escape your approaching brother. Your foot caught on the desk, and you went down hard, but you kept backing away, using your hands to scoot back. It didnât do much, and when Dean reached you he gripped your shoulder and dragged you to your feet. He shoved you back down onto the couch, and turned and walked out the door without another word. You sat there in confusion until Dean returnedâpresumably from the Impalaâwith thick chains in his hands.
âThis should hold you for a bit longer.â He smirked. âAt least until I can get you so addicted to blood that you wonât leave.â
âThatâs not going to happen,â you insisted.
Dean just laughed.
âŚ
The pain was all consuming; you could think of nothing else. You were hungry, too, and thirsty, and your back ached from sleeping on the couch; but none of that mattered. All you could think about was blood.
You found yourself suddenly much more sympathetic towards Sam; sure, youâd felt bad for himâyou knew his addiction had hurt like crazyâbut youâd never felt it before. It was a new kind of pain in a world where you thought youâd experienced every kind.
What made it hurt worse was knowing that it was your big brother inflicting this pain, and not to get you un-hooked on demon blood; he was doing it to teach you some kind of sick lesson. Or maybe he thought it would get you even more addicted; if so, it was working.
After your little stunt trying to run away, Dean had chained you up to the wall, gagged you, and left with Crowley. That was yesterday; he hadnât returned, even when night came and went. He knew the withdrawal pains would hit you like a truck; you figured that was the point.
What if it wasnât a lesson? What if he was just sick of dragging you around, and he left you there? His words wouldnât stop echoing in your headâŚ
âYouâve always been the weak oneâŚâ
Youâd always felt that way, but to hear Deanâeven a black-eyed Deanâsay it out loud hurt more than you wanted to admit.
And the fact that, even with demon blood in you, you couldnât break out of the chains Dean put on you seemed to aid his description of you.
Were you really so pathetic that you were only useful when pumped full of demon blood?
âHiya sweetheart, did you miss me?â
Youâd been so lost that you didnât even notice Dean enter the hotel room until he was right in front of you, unlocking your cuffs and pulling the gag down. When he was done, you felt your hands grip onto his arm of their own accord, and your eyes found his pleadingly. You wanted to pretend you didnât know what you were pleading forâfood, maybe? Water? But you and Dean knew all too well.
âYou did miss me,â Dean said with a grin. âIs this what you want?â Dean held up a fast food bag. You hadnât eaten in a day, you should have wanted it.
But you didnât even look at it.
âNo?â Dean put the bag down and picked up a water bottle. âHow about this? Not this either?â
âDeanâŚâ you mumbled, your eyes slipping down to your hands. âItâŚit hurts, Dean.â
âAww.â Dean chuckled. You knew he was patronizing you, but you didnât care. You just wanted him to make the pain go away.
âWhat about this?â Your eyes lifted to see Dean pulling out his flask. You saw a hand reach out for it, surprised when you realized it was your own. Dean wouldnât let you touch it, though. He pulled it out of reach, shaking his head. âDonât touch, sweetheart. Thatâs my job.â
You didnât move as Dean opened the flask and lifted it to your face. You wished you could pretend that he was forcing you to drink the blood, but it wasnât true anymore. He really had gotten you hooked.
The only question now was what would Sammy do when he found you?
âŚ
The next few weeks fell into a regime. You tagged along while Dean and Crowley dragged you to town after town, bar after bar, motel after motel. After the first week, Dean stopped using the chains; he didnât need them anymore. The resourceful, smart Winchester in the back of your mind knew that he was training you like a dogâwhen you listened, he let you drink from his flask; when you disobeyed, he let you sufferâbut there was nothing you could do. You couldnât resist the demon blood anymore, it hurt too much. And a part of youâthe part desperate to please your big brotherâdidnât want to. Dean thought you were useless without powers, and you didnât have it in you to disagree anymore. The only reason Dean even wanted you around was that you had powers. Without thatâŚ
You were snapped out of your thoughts when Crowley approached you and Dean.
âWe need to talk,â he said to Dean.
âSo talk,â Dean said with a shrug. âShe wonât bother us.â Dean waved offhandedly at you.
Thatâs all you were now; the sidekick, the tool, meant to stand aside and keep quiet.
âI donât think you want her to hear this.â When Dean didnât respond, Crowley sighed and continued. âMoose called.â
You stiffened, and Dean noticed.
âGo take a walk, N/N,â Dean said. You didnât argueâyouâd given up on thatâbut you did hesitate. Dean blinked, his eyes flashing black, and you flinched. âI said take a walk.â
You left without another word, but your brain was going a million miles a minute.
Sam called? Was he coming? Would he fix DeanâŚand you?
âŚ
You returned to Dean when he waved you over.
Like an obedient little puppy, you thought disgustedly. You thought youâd given up on your pride and your dignity weeks ago, but the thought of Sam returning to see you like this brought it all rushing back.
âHere.â Dean pulled out his flask when you approached him. You stiffened and you had to force your head to turn away from your big brother. Dean scoffed, âOne mention of Sammy and now youâre all high and mighty?â Deanâs fingers clenched around your jaw, and he turned your chin to face him. âLet me make this clear; drink now, or I wonât let you for the next two days.â
Your breath caught in your throat; the most heâd ever cut you off was for about a day, and that had been one of the most painful days of your life. You couldnât do it, you knew you couldnât.
Dean let go of your face, and you tilted your head up slightly, your lips parting just a little. It was all the assent that Dean needed.
âThatâs what I thought,â he huffed, uncapping his flask.
What had you gotten yourself into?
âŚ
Youâd been getting better and better with your powers. Dean had had you practicing, mostly on random demons that Crowley let get too close to him.
The better you got, the more you began to think that Dean was right; you had been useless before, never able to help your brothers. Now you could helpânow you had power.
Every time you got better with your powers, Dean would flash you a wide grinâit was cocky, not at all like his old proud smileâbut it was good to see nonetheless. It felt good to do something for your big brother. It felt like you were finally repaying him for everything he had done for you.
âPick a side!â
You were snapped out of your thoughts by Crowleyâs outburst. You had followed Dean into Crowleyâs demon meeting after Dean murdered one of Crowleyâs clients. After weeks around Crowley, you tended to tune him out, but now he seemed heated, and Dean was tense beside you.
âOr what?â Dean asked before shoving a Crowley across the floor. Crowley got up in a huff, glancing around as if to see if his demons had noticedâof course they had.
âThisââ Crowley gestured between himself and Dean ââis over. Youâre too unpredictable.â
âOk,â Dean said, a nonchalant smile gracing his lips. âHowâs this for unpredictable?â And suddenly he was looking at you, eyes boring into you as if you could read his mind. To your surprise, you could; or at least, you knew what he wanted. He wanted to piss Crowley offâhe wanted you to exorcise all of Crowleyâs goons. Youâd only ever exorcised one at a time, which was a far cry from the five that surrounded you now.
Still, your big brother wanted something from you, and you were going to do your best.
You closed your eyes in concentration, holding your hand out as almost an anchor. You could feel the power pulsing through your blood, as if the demon blood was intertwining with your own. You heard screams of pain from the demons, but you blocked them out, hyper-focused. When the screaming stopped, you opened your eyes to see five empty vessels strewn across the floor. Your attention turned to Crowley, your hand still outstretched.
He staggered back a half step, but Dean reached out and pushed your hand down.
âHey, easyânot him sweetheart.â
Your attention turned to Dean at his words, and there it was; that proud grin. Your lips twitched up even as you thought that you missed the way the old Dean would let you know he was proud of you. The way that heâd smile a real smile, and ruffle your hair, and say, âGood job, kid.â
Instead, this Dean smirked and pulled his flask out of his back pocket, holding it for you to drink from even as he turned his attention back to Crowley.
âYou want unpredictable? You want this to be over? Good; I donât need you, I never did.â Dean capped his flask and turned to go.
He didnât even look back to see if you would follow; he knew you would.
âŚ
You sat on a stool beside a piano in an empty bar, watching Dean play around with the keys. It had been hours since heâd let you have a drink, but every time you tapped his arm he just snapped at you to leave him be. You were doing just thatâsitting quietly and watching your big brotherâwhen the door to the bar opened.
âSam!â You jumped up before youâd even fully registered that it was Sam whoâd walked in the door. When you started towards him, Deanâs voice stopped you.
âNo.â
It was just the one word, but it was enough. Your body acted almost if its own accord, stopping the instant the word was out of Deanâs mouth. Youâd gotten used to obeying him without question lately, and it was a habit you werenât so sure you could break.
âCommere,â Dean said, and again you listened, going to stand beside him as he stood from the piano bench.
Your eyes drifted to Sam, who was looking from Dean to you in utter confusion.
âGood.â Deanâs voice brought your attention back to him, and you saw him reaching into his back pocket for his flask. Your stomach dropped to your toes; that was why he wouldnât let you drink earlier. He suspected that Sam was coming, and he wanted you to be desperate enough to drink in front of him. Your heart caught in your throat as you stared up at Dean, as if he could somehow undo what heâd already done. He just smirked at you as he uncapped the flask and held it up.
Your body was screaming for itâyouâd been achy, pain stiffening your muscles for at least an hourâyou needed it. Keeping your eyes downcast so that you didnât have to see Samâs face, you took a half step closer to Dean and let him tilt the contents of the flask into your mouth.
âWhat are you doing?â Sam lurched forward, recognizing the substance immediately. âDean, you canât! Y/N, stop!â
âAww, itâs not her fault, Sammy,â Dean chuckled as he pulled the flask away and capped it. âShe was never gonna be strong enough to stop me.â
You ducked your head in shame even as your nerves were screaming for more blood. You couldnât bear to even look in Samâs direction.
âDean, what did you do?â Sam demanded, panic lacing his tone.
âMade her useful!â Dean insisted, still grinning like this was all a great joke. âYou should see her now, Sammy. She exorcised five demons all at once today, I bet sheâs pretty tired out.â
Despite yourself, your lips twitched up in a small smile at Deanâs words. He was bragging on you to Samâit was nice to hear.
âUseful?â Samâs scoff brought the shame back. âDean, sheâs not an object! Sheâs not some kind of tool for you to use! Sheâs our sister!â
âSo what? She was useless before, a weak and pathetic tag-along. I finally brought some purpose to her life.â
You bit down hard on your lip to keep it from quivering. You kept your gaze down so you didnât have to see either of your brothers.
âDean, stop it!â Sam yelled.
âFine.â Dean shrugged. âYou want me to stop? Try and bring her back. She wonât go, Iâve got her hooked more than you ever were.â
Dean stepped back, watching from the other side of the piano while Sam approached you. You kept your eyes on your shoes even as you heard Sam approaching.
âHoney, hey, look at me.â Sam came to a stop mere inches from you. Your breaths picked up as tears blurred your vision, but you forced yourself to blink them back and look up at your brother. The hate that you were expecting wasnât there, neither was the disgust or the anger. Instead, Samâs eyes were gentle; understanding. âI can help you. You donât have to keep doing this.â
âButâŚâ Deanâs words swam around in your head, and they were all you could think of. âBut without this Iâm useless. I wanna be useful. Iâm useful, Sammy, Iâm powerful!â
Samâs gaze never wavered.
âBut are you happy?â
You stopped. Youâd been so worried about being useful to Dean, that you hadnât even thought aboutâŚ
Your head shook slowly from side to side, the tears returning. Samâs gaze softened even more.
âOh, sweetheartâŚâ
âIâmâŚIâm sorry, Sam,â you whimpered, finally letting the tears fall. âI-I didnât mean toâbut I canât st-stop.â You covered your face with your hands as you sobbed, and you flinched when you felt Samâs hand on your shoulder.
âShh, heyâŚâ Sam pulled you into his embrace, and you felt him press a kiss to the top of your head as he rubbed your back. âHoney itâs ok. We can fix this, I just gotta take you home.â
âSheâs not gonna leave me, Sammy,â Dean mocked. âIâve got her hooked.â
âYouâre coming too,â Sam directed at him. âI didnât just come for her. We can cure demons, Dean.â
âDid you even stop to think that if I wanted to be cured, I wouldnât have left? And I certainly wouldnât have gotten our little sister addicted to demon blood just to cut off her supply.â Dean jeered, laughing. âI mean, what kind of brother would do that?â
âEnough, Dean! Iâm bringing you back whether you want to come or not.â Sam reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pair of demon cuffs.
âDo you really think those will hold me?â Dean scoffed.
âWeâre about to find out,â Sam sighed.
A hiss filled the air, followed by smoke that separated both of your brothers from your sight.
âSam! Dean!â Your cries were followed by a fit of coughing when you breathed in the gas. A hand on your shoulder turned your attention to Dean, who was trying to drag you towards the door.
âSammy,â you protested, searching through the gas for your brother.
âHeâs fine,â Dean growled, pulling harder. âNow come on.â
âNo!â You yanked your arm from Deanâs grasp. He didnât try to grab you again; he didnât think he had to.
âY/N, come. Thatâs an order.â
You gritted your teeth, shoving down the pain in your body that begged you to listen to Dean.
âScrew your orders.â
Deanâs eyes flashed black as he advanced on you.
âYou littleââ
You didnât hesitateâyou lifted your hands and used the telekinesis that Dean had given you to fling him across the room. You turned your back, not even bothering to see where he landed.
âŚ
You found Sam easily, and the two of you made it out of the building after Dean. The minute Sam stepped foot out the door, a man came out of nowhere and knocked him out.
âSam!â You knelt next to your big brother, glancing in fear at the man whoâd hit him. He hesitated when he saw you were just a kid.
âStay out of my way, or youâre next,â he warned before turning to face Dean. You remembered Dean mentioning that a man was after him; you had no doubt that Dean would win this fight, so you turned your attention to waking Sam upâhe was your only chance at bringing Dean home.
âSammy, come on,â you urged. He only stirred once Dean and the other man were finished their fightâDean won, but he didnât kill the other man, to your surprise.
âJust stay here,â Sam instructed, shaking off his headache as he stood, demon cuffs held with his injured armâyou wondered suddenly how heâd been hurtâand holy water in the other hand.
You stayed back as Sam approached Dean from behind. It was over in mere secondsâDean, distracted by the holy water, was unable to fight off the cuffs that Sam slapped on him.
âDean, stop! Itâs over.â
âŚ
You got into the passengerâs seat after Sam ushered Dean into the back. Sam was outside, passing off the First Blade to Crowley.
âYou picked the wrong side,â Dean said, and the sound of his voice made you flinch.
âSays the one in the handcuffs,â you shot back, but your voice was much too shaky for Dean to take seriously.
âOh, this wonât last,â Dean said, lifting his hands. âAnd once these come off, youâre going to regret using those powers on me.â
âŚ
You breathed easier when Sam returned to the Impala, and the three of you were off. Sam and Dean were arguing about Deanâs fight with that man, Cole. Sam was convinced that because Dean let him live, there was still some good in him.
âLetting him live was the worst thing I couldâve done to him,â Dean chuckled. âAnd thatâs nothing compared to what Iâm going to you.â Sam swallowed nervously, but Dean continued. âOr to our little sister.â You nearly jumped out of your seat when Dean kicked it.
âStop it,â Sam demanded. âSheâŚshe didnât do anything.â
âOh, she picked her side,â Dean insisted. âAnd she picked wrong.â
âŚ
You were shaking by the time the Impala reached the bunker. Sam kept glancing at you out of the corner of his eye, recognizing the symptoms; you needed more blood.
âStay here,â he instructed as he stepped out to get Dean. âIâm gonna get him settled downstairs and Iâll come back for you.â
Sure enough, a few minutes later Sam returned and led you to your room.
âYou know what I have to do, right?â He asked gently. You nodded.
âTie me down and lock me up, right?â
âIâm sorry,â Sam said. âI donât want to, butââ
âBut thereâs a demon in the bunker, and Iâm about to go through extreme withdrawals,â you finished. âI-I know Sam. Itâs not your fault.â Your gaze was glued to your fidgeting hands.
âHey, look at me.â When you met his gaze, Sam continued. âItâs not your fault either. I know you didnât want it.â
âI started to.â You swallowed the lump in your throat. âAf-after a while, I started to want it. The powerâŚall of it.â
âItâs ok.â Sam pulled you close, and his embrace made you feel more at home than you had in weeks. âI know how that feels, but weâre gonna fix it. Iâm gonna be right here.â
When he pulled away, you took a deep breath.
âIâm ready.â
âŚ
You were wrong. Dead wrong, and so was Sam. Sam was killing you, you were sure of it.
Of course, that was the withdrawal talking, but you were too far deep in your pain to know that. All you knew was that youâd never hurt this much in your life, and the way to make the pain go away was right downstairs, but Sam wouldnât let you near it.
âI need Dean,â you cried for the thousandth time. âSammy, please!â You were in too much pain to even notice that Sam wasnât there, and he hadnât been in to check on you in a while. In fact, you were so distracted that you didnât even notice the door opening, and the very person you were begging for walking in.
âI told you you picked the wrong side,â Dean chuckled, his voice grabbing your attention.
âDean,â you whimpered, in too much pain to be scared or curious that heâd gotten out. âDean, please.â
âYou knowââ Dean sighed as he began to undo the straps holding your legs. âYou talk too much.â Once both your legs were free, Dean made his way near your head. You swallowed hard as Dean picked up a knife that youâd left on your dresser. âSo I think Iâve found the perfect punishment for you. I mean, you did use your powers on me. Did you think I was just going to forget that?â
âP-punishment?â You asked nervously.
âYeah,â Dean glared down at you, his eyes flashing black. âFirst, Iâm gonna cut off your tongue. Then, Iâm gonna give you so much blood, that you wonât be able to think straight. Then youâre gonna help me kill Sammy, then Crowley. And if you ever disobey me again, Iâll slit your throat.â Dean grinned. âHowâs that for a little brotherly love?â
Deanâs knife was inching closer to your mouth, his other hand gripping your face to keep you still, when the lights went out. Dean released you, and a tense silence filled the bunker for a moment or two before the emergency lights clicked on, red light casting an eery glow throughout your room.
âLooks like itâs your lucky day,â Dean said to you. âNow that I know where Sammy is, you can wait; after all, youâre not going anywhere.â
All you could do was watch as Dean turned and walked out, intent on killing your brother.
âŚ
You were struggling against the restraints to no avail when Sam came bursting into the room.
âDid he hurt you?â Sam demanded, alarmed when you suddenly burst into tears.
âI-I thought he was gonna kill you,â you cried.
âItâs ok, Iâm ok,â Sam assured you as he started to undo you restraints.
âDonât!â You insisted. âIâmâŚI donât think Iâm clean yet.â
Sam halted his movements, his eyes trained on your face.
âHe didnât hurt you?â Sam asked.
âHe didnât get the chance.â You sniffled. âWâŚwhere is he?â
âChained up again,â Sam sighed. âCas is watching him. I thinkâŚI think maybe heâs almost human now.â
âGo to him,â you insisted. âIâll be ok here until Iâm clean, really.â Somehow, Deanâs threats had strengthened your resolve to stay away from demon blood. âGo bring our Dean back.â
âŚ
âI want to see her.â
Sam was adamant. âYou canât, not yet.â
Dean sighed, rubbing his newly-freed hands over his face.
âWhy not?â
Before Sam could answer, a cry of pain could be heard from your room. Sam cringed.
âSheâŚsheâs still in detox. She could go nuts if she sees you, even though youâre not a demon anymore. We canât take that chance.â
Dean didnât argue; he knew Sam was right. Still, the next two days were complete torture as he was forced to stay away from you, listening to your pleas for him. Every time you called out his name was a reminder that it was Deanâs fault that you were hurting.
âIâm sorry,â he found himself whispering over and over under his breath every time you cried out; he was desperate to tell you in person.
After those awful two days, the screaming stopped. Dean was already halfway to your room when he was stopped by Sam.
âSheâs ok,â Sam insisted. âI think sheâs clean. I just took her restraints off.â
âOk,â Dean said simply, trying to move past Sam and toward your door. Sam moved in front of him.
âSheâs sleeping. She needs it.â
Dean deflated, discouraged.
âWhat is this, Sam? Are you really trying to help her, or do you just not trust me?â He knew he was being unfair, but he had to know.
âItâs not about you,â Sam assured him, clearly pushing away his hurt at Deanâs implication. âShe needs rest. Besides, IâŚI donât know how sheâll react to seeing you again, and I donât want to push her faster than I need to.â
Dean was silent for a long moment, before finally asking the question that had been nagging at him for days.
âDo you think she hates me?â
Sam looked pained, as if he had expected the question.
âRight now IâŚI almost wish she did,â Sam said. âBecause I think she hates herself more than anything.â
âŚ
Youâd been awake for about twenty minutes, but you hadnât moved. At least, your body hadnât moved; your mind was going at a breakneck speed. You remembered briefly that Sam had said Dean was cured, but you couldnât be sure if youâd imagined it in your withdrawal fog. You were pretty sure that most of yesterday had been a hallucination. Sam had insisted that he wouldnât let Dean in, yet there he had been, jeering at you, saying again and again that the second you were clean, youâd be useless again.
You knew it wasnât real, it couldnât be. But the hallucination had been right anyway.
The sound of the door opening had your head turning, but your mind still hadnât left its dark corner.
âHey,â Sam greeted, and even though the door was only open a little, you could see Dean standing behind him. That only lasted for a moment before Sam squeezed himself into your room and shut the door behind him. âHow are you?â
âHe doesnât want to see me?â Your eyes remained glued to the door where Dean had been standing, even as you sat up.
âWhat?â Sam frowned. âOf course he does, I justâŚI wanted to check with you first. Are you gonna be ok to see him?â
You nodded. âIfâŚâ you were suddenly nervous at the thought of seeing Dean after everything. âIf he wants to.â
âOf course he does. Why wouldnât he?â
Shame bubbled up in you as you thought about the past few weeks, and you ducked your head, unwilling to answer Samâs question. He didnât push it; instead, he turned to go, leaving the door open so that Dean could take his place.
âHey sweetheart,â Dean greeted gently, and you heard rather than felt your breath pick up at the sound of his voice. You kept your eyes downcast.
What did Dean think of you? You remembered how disappointed and angry he had been with Sam when Sam had gotten hooked on demon blood. Would Dean hate you now? Would he finally see you as the burden youâd always been, now that you didnât have powers anymore?
âSweetheart, would you look at me?â When your eyes met his, you saw not anger or disappointment, but sadness. That was too much for you. The tears came suddenly and soundlessly. âOh, kiddoâŚâ Dean sighed, reaching his hands out to comfort you. However, youâd spent too much time with the rough, angry demon Dean to see comfort in his hands. When you flinched back, Dean stopped immediately, returning his hands to his sides. âIâm sorry, IâŚâ Deanâs voice cracked. âI didnât come here to scare you, I just wanted to apologize. I know that doesnât make up for what I did, butâŚbut I wanted you to know.â
You looked up suddenly, not surprised but doubtful. Youâd expected an apology from Dean, but you hadnât expected it to sound quite so sincere; youâd expected underlying disappointment at least.
âYouâŚâ you swallowed. âYouâre not upset with me?â
âWith you?â Dean was confused. âWhy would I be upset with you?â
You ducked your head as the tears returned.
âI-I was weak,â you choked out. âIâm still weak.â
âHey, hey.â Dean tilted your chin up with his fingers, his hands as gentle as could be on your skin. âNone of thisânot one bitâwas your fault. I did this to you, and I donât blame you, not for a second. Understand?â
You were shaking your head.
âI-I shouldâveââ
âThere was nothing you coulda done to stop me,â Dean said, self-loathing lacing his every word. âAnd I know how impossible it is to stop on your own after youâve started, Iâd never blame you for getting addicted.â
You stayed silent as you processed his words. Once you had, you felt the need to speak again.
âI donât blame you either,â you insisted. âYou werenât the sameâdemon you. It wasnât anything like you, it wasnât your fault.â
Dean looked dubious, but he also didnât bother to argue. Comfortable silence reigned for several minutes before he spoke again.
âHow do you feel?â
âStarving,â you answered honestly, to which Dean smiled.
âYou wanna take a little trip? You and me, Iâll take you to get some food.â
The idea of Dean bundling you into the Impala and driving offâwithout Sam nonethelessâhad terror gripping your heart, accelerating its pace. You didnât blame Dean for what heâd done, but the memories were still all too fresh.
âOr,â Dean countered, instantly noting your panicked expression. âOr I could go and get something to bring back, and you, me, and Sammy could have a movie night?â
You noddedâthat sounded perfect. Dean was just turning to go when you stopped him.
âDean? DoesâŚis there any part of you that wishes Iâd stayed that way?â
âWhat way?â Deanâs brows drew together, whether in concern or confusion you couldnât tell. âYou mean, addicted to demon blood?â
âI just meanâŚâ you struggled to force the words out. âI meanâŚuseful.â
Deans face fell, and you regretted asking.
âWhat?â
âI-I mean, I donât really do anything around here. At least then, Iââ
âStop.â You werenât sure if it was the seriousness of his tone, or the fact that youâd spent the last few weeks obeying his every word, but you shut up immediately when Dean spoke. âI want you to listen to me very carefully,â Dean said slowly and deliberately, and again you stayed obediently silent. âNothing about what I did to you was good, ok? And you are not useless. Actually,â Dean waved his hand in front of his face dismissively. âForget about use. Sam was right, youâre not some tool, ok? Youâre important to us, and not because of what you can do. But even if it was about that, you do so much for us. Youâve been with me and Sammy through everything, and that matters way more than you moving stuff with your mind, ok?â
Despite the tears that were still falling, you felt a smile tug at your lips.
âOk, Dean.â
âOk,â Dean said with a firm nod. âGo find Sam, and Iâll head out for food.â
You stood almost mechanically and headed for the door without a word. Dean recognized your stance with a silent horror.
âHey,â Deanâs voice was shaky as he reached out and grabbed your hand. âThatâŚit wasnât an order, ok? Iâm not making you do anything, Iââ
âI know,â you interrupted, understanding his horror. âItâs justâŚhabit, I-I guess. Shut up and obey, you know?â You wished you hadnât added that last part when you saw Dean stiffen ever so slightly, swallowing hard.
âIâm soââ
âDonât apologize again,â you pleaded. âI forgive you, ok? I-I guess I just need to unlearn some things.â
Dean nodded, but you could tell he was still beating himself up inside. You took two strides and reached him, pulling him into an embrace. His arms enveloped you entirely, and you realized that youâd forgotten how much you missed him.
âTell me if I can help with that, ok?â He said.
âOk,â you promised. âNow go get me some food, Iâm starving.â
Deanâs chest rumbled next to your ear as he chuckled.
âYes maâam.â
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Chamomile tea ďżź
Dean winchester x (hunter ) sister reader
Summary: being alone for so long youâve gotten used to only relying on yourself, a mindset that Dean starts to chip away at. ďżź
Word count: 740
Notes: being creative is hard
Warnings: none
You sniffled, reaching across the table for a new tissue. You blew hard before discarding it in the bin with the dozen others.âFever not letting up?â You jumped at Dean's voice, You weren't quite accustomed to having company around yet. The three of you were still navigating this new dynamic, which was proving easier for some than others. Just a few months ago Sam and Dean were the dynamic hunter duo, while you still navigated the world solo. You could still vividly recall the moment when John had announced the secret he had buried for years, the secret forced out because of a hunt.
ââââââ
You remembered the look of shock that overtook everyoneâs face and the screaming match that ensued between Sam and John. You could recall standing silently in the corner, feeling Dean gaze upon you from ten feet away. Once the job was done and John disappeared again you expected life to go back to normal, you couldnât have anticipated the brothers to take you under their wing. âFamily looks out for each otherâ Sam had stated to you, a mentality that you would come to learn.
What you hadnât seen that night was the quiet devastation Dean had unleashed. He couldnât pick a fight with John like Sam could, but that didnât mean he wasnât just as angry. His entire life heâd been forced into the role of a guardian for his little brother, and now to find out he had a sisterâwho had been alone in this lifeâturned that protective instinct into a fierce storm of emotions. The guilt of failing as brother was sallowing him whole and the rage towards John for keeping the truth from him boiled over. Least to say When they checked out, the motel room bore the scars of his turmoil.
ââââââ-
âI'm fineâ you stated blankly in response, your attention turning back to the lore book in your lap. You werenât purposely being stubborn, to you it was true. You had gotten sick before and you'd get over it, no big deal. Dean didn't respond and carried on with his business in the kitchen. The sound of pouring liquid reached your ears, but it didnât smell like his usual coffee so you assumed he was having a drink. Hearing what sounded like a spoon hitting the side of a ceramic mug you raised your head in confusion. Unfortunately, his back was turned to you, blocking your view of what he was conjuring up.
When he started to turn around, your eyes darted back to your book only looking up when hearing the soft clink of a mug being placed in front of you. You watched the steam rise, a sweet and sour aroma filling the air. âIs that chamomile tea?â A softer voice chimed in as Sam entered the room. âNot for you,â Dean stated firmly, taking a seat across from you. You stared at the drink âWhat is it?â You asked raising an eyebrow. âTea, honey for a sore throat, and some lemon for the headachesâ Dean explained leaning back in his chair. âThats pure witchcraft right there, can fix anything!â Sam exclaimed pointing at the mug. âDrink up sisâ sam encouraged, brushing his hand over your shoulder on his way to the door.
âYou didn't have to do that,â you said softly to Dean. âI used to make them all the time for Sam, it's no big deal,â Dean reassured you. You fidgetedďżźwith the edge of a page. âI'm not dying Dean.â Your tone came off defensive causing Dean to sit up straight. âYou don't have to be dying, for someone to make you a cup of tea kiddoâ his words prompted you to lift your head to meet his gaze. âI didn't meanâŚâ your words trailed off, unable to defend your previous statement. âI'm your big brother, it's my job to look out for you.â He said with a stern tone. You could only stare at him in silence trying to comprehend his words. âI know it hasn't always been like that, but it is now. I've been a big brother for a long time and Samâs still learning. i know you are tooâjustâŚâ he took a deep breath âLet me do this for you, ok?â You nodded silently, noticing how his softened eyes contrasted with the weight of his words.
Without knowing what to say, you lifted the mug to your lips. The warmth of the citrus tea seeped into your chest, and you felt your tense muscles start to relax much like the protective wall youâve built beginning to chip away. You gently placed the mug down, catching a glimpse of the small smile on Dean's face. âThank you, Deanâ you responded with a smile of your own. He didnât respond with words instead, he stood up from the table, patting you on the shoulder as he passed by. You couldnât help but smile to yourself when looking down at the mug in front of you.
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Can u pls do a Winchester sister fic like the dead in the water episode but the sister ends up going into the water with Lucas and the boys have to save them
Dead In The Water
Warnings: Drowning
Word Count: 1.1k
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They had told you to stay inside. To watch Lucas and keep him safe. That was it. A simple job that you could do with your eyes closed.Â
The small boy clung anxiously to your side as you watched your brothers out of the window. The sheriff was pointing a gun at them and it made your body itch to race outside to them. But you had orders to stay inside and to look after the boy. But watching anxiously out of the window waiting to spring into action in case things escalated had you a little distracted. And you hadnât noticed that Lucas had slipped away.Â
Crying out his name you rushed towards him as he wandered over toward the water in a trance-like state. Your heart pounded in your chest as you raced towards him watching with wide eyes as he leaned dangerously over the side of the dock, trailing his plump fingers in the water. Nonono.Â
With a sudden gasp, he was gripped by a claw-like hand that dragged him into the water. He splashed and flailed, struggling to keep his head above the water. And without thinking you dived in.
Frigid cold invaded your senses the second your skin hit the water. The sensation was not too dissimilar to kives piercing the surface of your skin. Except colder. Much, much colder. You scrambled in the darkness desperately trying to find the small boy. It was nearly pitch black in the water, but you could just about make out the outline of his hair and the small bubbles that rose alarmingly from his mouth. You reached out, struggling to grip onto his fingers as he was dragged further and further down. But as soon as your fingers wrapped around his, you began to tug him back up to the surface.Â
As you made your way back toward the ripples on the surface, you felt an icy hand grip your calf. You kicked, struggling to force it away from you, but with your lungs burning from your lack of oxygen you found yourself struggling to get leverage against the creature. Struggling, you let go of Lucas who was concerningly still and gave him a gentle push watching with bleary eyes as he floated up towards the surface. You just hoped that one of your brothers was nearby and would be able to get him out of the water before it was too late for him.Â
Your lungs continued to burn as you struggled against the creature, but you could see the surface drifting further and further away from you. Blinking against the cold you tried to clear your vision, but you could hardly see anything in the darkness as it was let alone as you slowly began to run out of oxygen. It took much less time than you thought it would for your movements to slow. Frighteningly much less. You tried to fight, but you were just so tired. And you soon found your eyes drifting closed as your lungs filled with water.Â
A hand gripped your forearm as Dean propelled himself toward you. He was met with no resistance from the creature; he had drifted toward the sheriff. Sam and Dean had jumped in the water in seconds after hearing your shout and seeing the cluster of bubbles rise in the water. The two of your brothers searched desperately in the lake trying to find you and Lucas, but neither of them were having much luck. And then Lucas had resurfaced flailing frantically as he sucked in air greedily. Sam made a beeline to him to help haul him back onto the bank and back to his mother. That was when Dean took another plunge into the water, forming himself deep down where he had seen Lucas emerge from. It was there that he saw you. still except for the hair which floated around your face.Â
When his head shot up from the water he took a gasping breath, paling when you didnât do the same. Instead you lolled against his chest, unusually heavy in his arms. Fighting to get you back on dry land, Sam helped haul you onto the dock, pulling his brother up too. The water that soaked your clothes created a pool on the wooden panels as you continued to lay sickeningly still. Yet to take a breath.Â
âSammy!â Dean cried out to his brother. He was a mess. His body unsure how to react to your slow pulse.Â
Sam moved quickly, beginning compressions on your still chest. And yet you continued to lay still.Â
Until suddenly you spluttered, a fountain of cold water spewing from your lips as you gasped for air. Sam rolled your cumbersome limbs over so that you were lying on your side. Your body wracked with shivers as you coughed.Â
Dean patted you gently on the back, massaging slow circles into your back as you tried to breathe. You collapsed back into his chest and he wrapped you up in his arms, trying to keep you warm.Â
Sam moved away for a single moment, returning with one of his flannels which he draped over you. You clung onto it. And then your eyes widened in panic.
âLucas!â Your voice was hoarse as you craned your head to try and look for him, your breathing picking up again.
âHey, Hey.â Sam crouched in front of you, holding onto one of your hands. âHeâs okay. You got him out.â
You let out a sigh of relief, only to be overtaken by another round of coughing and spluttering.
âYouâre alright, sweetheart. Weâve got you.â
âYou gave us quite a scare there, kiddo.â Sam chuckled slightly poorly, masking the concern in his voice. âAlways tryna keep us on our toes, huh?â
Dean shifted you in his arms. âLetâs get you somewhere warmer, okay?â
You nodded. The three of you clung close together as you moved back toward the house, following behind Lucas and his mother. You brothers refused to peel their eyes away from you as if you would vanish again any second. But the two of them seemed to relax once you were back in the house and had changed into something warm and dry. It was safe to say however, that none of you were going swimming any time soon.Â
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The Last Kingdom - Sihtric
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Reunited Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4 (ongoing) â modern!Sihtric x reader It was supposed to be a short two week trip that turned into five long years apart, just because your best friend couldn't keep her mouth shut.
Where the Heart Returns - angst, guilt, fear of losing someone dear to you, selfdoubt, SMUT 18+ after Rumcova setting. Sihtric plagued by guilt of leaving his family unprotected hurries to Winchester to make sure they are safe
Dance with me - fluff, SMUT 18+, dancing đ
It's Eostre â time to celebrate, to feast and honour the returning light after the long winter. And you just want to feel happy and dance...with a certain shy Danish warrior
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Indelicate proposal - SMUT 18+ an unexpected proposal leads to more unexpected actions as you discover the surprisingly soft core of the young warrior seeking your attention
Little Seer SMUT 18+ (Sihtric x reader x Finan) â as if being Skade's sister wasn't challenge enough, reader is faced with an impossible choice between two warriors, competing over her heart
Saved Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 SMUT 18+ â Reader is Uhtredâs sister and a skilled healer. She travels with her brotherâs men and after the unsuccessful attempt on Uhtredâs life gets curious about the young prisoner, the sole Dane from the group of assailants that is left alive
Feeling you Part 1 SMUT, 18+, Part 2, Part 3 SMUT, 18+ â You thought you had left your days as an alehouse whore behind you until a handsome, young Dane crossed your path.
Traitor SMUT 18+ â you thought you had been prepared for everything as you were sent to spy on Uhtred, until the moment you met a certain Danish warrior
Sihtric x female!reader (canon)
Lost â Fic request: After Rumcowa is attacked Sihtric searches for his family not knowing what has happened to them.
Prisoner Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 SMUT 18+ â Sihtric and Finan are sent to spy on Bebbanburg, but Sihtric gets distracted by an attractive widow and lands up caught and secured by the guards with no chances of escape.
Kidnapped Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 â Fic request: Sihtric's wife is being taken by Hestan and she gives birth to twins while she is with them. Then Hestan sees Uthred and threatens that he has Sihtrics family, but of course, Sihtric gets his family back.
Princess Part 1 SMUT 18+ â Fic request: could you write something about Sihtric rescuing a princess (Alfred's daughter) and they both falling in love for each other despite the princess is about to marry somebody else.
Good wife Part 2 SMUT 18+ â Five years later Princess returns to Winchester just to discover Sihtric hasn't kept his promise.
Freedom SMUT 18+ â Reader is a childhood friend of Sihtric, whom he liberates from the slavery after the fall of Dunholm. The life has not been easy on her since Sihtric left. It's a heavy and dark fic, mentioning mental illness, violence and attempted suicide.
Braiding hair â Fic request: Can I request a sihtric x reader fic where she doesnât know how to braid, so sihtric teaches her. and when sheâs good enough he lets her braid his hair for battle saying it would bring him luck
Grief â Fic request: can i ask for husband! Sihtric comforting his wife!reader after losing her best friend. and she obviously suffers from grief. she just wants to be held and told itâs okay to grieve and thereâs no shame in hiding it
Sickness Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 â Fic request: Season four Sihtric, when the group are passing through the fields during that plague and the river. Reader is the lover of Sihtric and is sick. (..) The reader and Sihtric have what they think are their last moments before she is kidnapped along with Stiorra, Aelswith and Aethelstan...
The Witch Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 â Fic request: I was hoping you could write a one shot of Sihtric x Fem reader. Where the fem is like a healer very similar to Iseult in season 1. But this time reader is patching up our boy Sihtric. The reader is extremally worried for Sihtric.
Bebbanburg â Fic request: (..) Sihtric ffc that takes place when they are trying to get Bebbanburg back and they take him and Finan and chain them. While they are chained, Sihtric notices a girl also being chained in a corner and after the battle he rescues her
You are good SMUT, 18+ â You don't trust Sihtric, but when you start seeing him the way he really is, you just want to be a part of his world
The promise â for his own good you wrung a promise from Sihtric that left your both hearts bleeding - lot of angst and very little comfort
Caged bird SMUT 18+ â It had been only a week since the handsome Dane, strength and danger emanating from his every pore, had evaded your secluded life, turning it upside down in the blink of an eye.Â
Yield to me SMUT 18+ â Fic request: you and Sihtric are sent to Bloodhair's camp to spy, and apparently there is more to discover than the secret plans of the Danes
Dream - Fic request inspired by the The Apparition by Sleep Token â Sihtric plagued by dreams of a woman from his past - angst, longing, some lowkey SMUT 18+ nothing explicit, use of she/her pronouns, happy ending đ
Destiny is all - SMUT 18+ reading a book turns into a breathtaking adventure
Forever mine - mention of blood, injury, fluff, SMUT 18+ A young Dane awakens something long buried in you, but the truth threatens to shatter your stolen moments. Can love survive built on lies?
Fictober 2024: Broken Bonds, Feeling alive, Good boy, Lord of Dunholm
Sihtric x female!reader (modern)
Strangers on the train SMUT 18+ â Fic request: I can imagine Sihtric and reader meeting by chance on a train. It could get fluffy and even hot and smutty.
Library romance â Fic request: May I request a modern Sihtric fic (nothing serious just some fluff) where Sihtric and reader are best friends and madly in love with each other, but afraid of confessing their feelings.
Date Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 â Fic request: I would like to request a full on fluffy modern!Sihtric fic, where he's desperately in love with reader and he takes her on their first date, and does everything he can to impress her
Until the death us parts (Assassin!Sihtric x Templar!reader) SMUT 18+ â Spying on Sihtric is one thing, but when the reader receives the order to eliminate the target, things get complicated.
Two broken pieces (sub!Sihtric x dom!reader) SMUT 18+ â plot? never heard of it, pure smut with some minor good old pole-dancer/whore meeting a successful businessman background story
Sihtric x OC
Captive (Sihtric x OC) Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 â Sihtric is sent to Heastenâs camp to spy and discovers the Danes have a captive â young Saxon girl he just canât leave to her fate. My very first fan fic, please bear with me đ
The Curse (Sihtric x Skade) SMUT 18+, angst â as Uhtred's path crosses with the mighty seer Skade, there is only one way to break the pattern of violence and only one man capable of doing it as the power of love appears stronger than the power of hate
The Wheel of Time - Masema
Masema x female!reader
Supper SMUT 18+ â Serving supper to a prophet. There is no plot, just pure SMUT 18+
Power SMUT 18+ â all your life you've been on the run, hiding the power within you, until you meet a warrior brave enough to claim you despite the trouble you are bringing
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Vampire, Chocolate and Heros
Pairing(s): Sam Winchester x Child!reader, Dean Winchester x Child!reader
Gender: Fluffy
Warnings: Common things in supernatural
Summary: A little girl is kidnapped by vampires and Sam and Dean need to save her and take her back to her parents
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Sam kicks the door, which opens with a bang and shatters on the floor, drawing the attention of the Vampires who surrounded Emily, the child who was taken from her bed during the night while her parents slept.
"Look, the famous Sam Winchester. Most of us are afraid of you, but I think today is the day to end you once and for all." The short-haired woman moves away from the chair Emily was tied to.
Sam paid no attention to the vampire, only to the little girl, who had her eyes full of fear and her face wet with tears that were streaming down her face.
The woman comes closer to Sam and tries to attack him, but he stops her and throws her to the ground, leaving her immobilized for a few seconds. The man who was next to the child comes to him and attacks him with a punch to the jaw, making the Winchester stagger back, giving space for the other vampire to get up.
Sam is not at a disadvantage, because behind the two, Dean arrives without making a sound and releases Emily, who runs to the corner of the room, hiding under a table.
Dean, seeing his brother cornered, goes to the vampires and cuts off their heads, making them fall immediately.
"Where is she?" Sam asks and Dean points to the table, where it is only possible to see the girl's small bare feet. They walk to the table slowly and bend down.
"Emily?" Dean asks, but there is no answer.
"It's okay, honey, we're not going to hurt you." Sam says calmly and slowly Emily moves the tablecloth away and leaves.
"Are you hurt?" Dean puts the knife aside while the girl shakes her head.
"It's okay. We're going to take you back to your parents," Sam says and picks up the girl.
Arriving at the motel where they were staying, Dean puts the girl to bed while Sam goes out to buy clothes for her, and not knowing what to do, Dean gives her some packets of snacks and chocolate bars to eat.
Sam arrives an hour or two later with some bags and upon entering the room, sees the scene with the child and immediately regrets having left the child in the care of his brother.
"Seriously?" Sam searches through one of the bags until he finds a natural sandwich and hands it to Emily, taking the snacks and chocolate out of her hand.
"She was hungry, what did you want me to give her? Beer?" Dean says as if it were obvious and Sam just ignores it, taking the clothes and other products bought for Emily from the bags.
Sam knew how to keep the child alive and Dean knew how to entertain her, so Emily quickly became attached to the brothers, but the Winchesters knew they needed to return her to her parents as soon as possible, since they had been without their daughter for over 4 days.
At bedtime, Sam changes Emily and sits next to her on the bed, and fearing the girl's sleep would be interrupted by nightmares, he prepares some princess stories to tell the child, but he didn't expect her to have a spike in energy throughout the night because of the sugar she ate with Dean.
"Look, you're the one who gave her the chocolates, you're the one who's going to put her to sleep," Sam says as he watches Emily jump from one bed to another while filling the room with laughter.
Dean, feeling his muscles ache and his head throbbing from sleep deprivation, goes to the child and catches her in the air during one of the jumps.
"You're tired! A lot happened today, you need to rest!" Dean says and the girl rests her head on his shoulder, snuggling in his lap. Dean feels his heart melt and lets out a smile at the act. Sam watches Dean carrying Emily from afar, while remembering his childhood, when his father was away and Dean took care of him.
The next morning, everyone woke up early and got ready to hit the road.
Emily was upset about waking up early, but Sam gave her some coloring books, play dough and a doll he had bought the night before to distract her, and so she did, sitting calmly in the backseat of the Impala.
"What are we going to tell her parents? We can't just go there and tell them we found her, eventually she'll start talking and tell them everything she saw," Sam said and Dean was thoughtful for most of the road.
The road was calm. Emily was already tired of the play dough and books, so at some point late in the afternoon, after eating some snacks, she took off her seatbelt, which was much bigger than her, and lay down on the seat, feeling her eyes heavy with sleep.
Sam, noticing the girl's movement in the back seat, looks back and sees the poor girl huddled up, feeling the late afternoon cold. He smiles and takes off the sweatshirt he was wearing and makes a small effort to put it over the child.
After a few more hours on the road, they stop in front of Emily's house.
"It's time," Dean says and gets out of the car, opening the back door to see Emily sleeping peacefully.
"Emily, honey. We're here," he whispers and Emily wakes up. Upon seeing the familiar place, a big smile appears on her face, and she quickly gets up.
Sam accompanies his brother and the child to the door and rings the bell, being answered by a man of about 35 years old, who had red eyes, purple circles under his eyes and a tired appearance.
"Can I help you?" The man's voice was weak.
"I think this is yours," Sam steps out of the way and points to Emily next to Dean.
"Daddy!!!" The little girl runs into her father's arms, who was in tears.A few seconds later, an extremely tired, sad-looking woman appears and begins to cry.
"Emily, my baby!" The girl screams and goes to her husband and daughter, kneeling beside them. The man stands up and hugs Sam.
"Thank you! Thank you so much!" Sam feels tears wet his shirt. The man breaks the hug and goes to Dean, hugging him. Dean just pats him on the back in return.
As the brothers were leaving, they hear a scream, and when they look back, they see Emily coming towards them.
She stops in front of them and extends her hand, handing them two small beaded bracelets. She smiles shyly and hugs each of the Winchesters.
Emily is too young to understand why this simple gesture was so meaningful to the brothers.
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Dear Diary
Diary Entry #1
Deanâs gone.
I thought writing it down would make it feel real, but I still canât grasp it. Heâs gone. No more late-night talks about nothing, no more smirks, no more stupid arguments about who takes the last slice of pie. Heâs just⌠gone. And itâs my fault. I should have been the one to keep him here. I shouldâve done something to stop him from making that deal. I failed him.
And now⌠itâs just me and Sam. But I barely recognize him anymore. Heâs closed off, distant, like heâs carrying some massive weight that he wonât share with me. I want to reach out, to tell him weâre in this together, but he wonât even look at me the same way.
I can tell heâs hiding something., the times he slips away without saying where heâs going. I hate it, the way he pretends like nothing is wrong, the long nights wondering where he went, I hate how it seems he doesnât trust me anymore. What did I do wrong? What a stupid question, I know what I did wrong, I let our brother die
I can feel him slipping through my fingers. I try to talk to him, to make him see that Iâm here, that weâre still family. But he just nods, his eyes somewhere else, his mind somewhere that I canât reach. Itâs like talking to a wall sometimes. And when he does respond, heâs cold, almost detached. Itâs as if heâs filled himself with anger and grief, and he wonât let me in.
 this is all because of me. I let Dean sell his soul. I let him go to Hell. When it shouldâve been me And now Samâs the one paying the price, and I donât know how to help him.
Every night, I lie awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering what I could have done differently. Deanâs face haunts me, that smile he flashed right before he told us not to worry. It was a lie. He knew he was leaving us with this broken, impossible world. And SamâGod, Sam is breaking right in front of me, and I canât do anything to stop it.
I just want my family back. But it feels impossible now, with Dad and Dean gone I donât know how much longer I can keep pretending everything will be okay.
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Diary Entry #2
Samâs gone.
I keep repeating it to myself, but it feels like the words are hollow, empty. Like they donât really mean anything because my mind canât wrap around the truth. Sam. My little brother. Heâs gone, locked away with Lucifer and heâs not coming back.
Deanâs with Lisa and Ben now. heâs finding peace, a chance at the life he deserves. Heâs trying so hard to be normal, to be happy. I tell him Iâm fine, that Iâll be okay, but the truth is, Iâm not. Itâs like my entire world has crumbled, and Iâm the last one left standing in the ruins.
I tried to be normal. I gave it a shotâgot a job, sat in a coffee shop, smiled at strangers, even had a drink or two with someone who looked like they could be my type. But every time I laughed or tried to pretend, this emptiness guilt ate me from the inside. I didnât deserved to be normal.
So here I am, back on the road, chasing monsters, hoping maybe if I keep busy enough, the pain will numb itself. I hunt, I move, I donât let myself stop because if I do, Iâll start thinking. Thinking about the look on Samâs face when he let lucifer inside, knowing he was giving up everything, knowing he was leaving me and Dean alone. The way he looked at me, like he was apologizing for something he didnât need to apologize for. I kept thinking how much suffering he must be enduring, angels havenât proven to be merciful and now he is locked with two of the strongest ones
I keep wondering if maybe there was something else I couldâve done. But heâs gone. And the thought of never hearing his voice, of never sharing another stupid, pointless conversation with himâitâs like a part of me was buried with him. I canât make it stop hurting.
Iâve tried everything, Iâve searched in everyplace I could think of, but there is nothing on how to bring him back, I even tried calling Castiel, but he never answered, Sam is truly gone
And Iâm here, surrounded by strangers and towns that all start to look the same. And I wonder if this is all thatâs left for me nowâa life of hunting, of empty motel rooms. The only thing that feels familiar is the hunt, the sting of bruises, the rush of adrenaline. At least out there, facing down monsters, I donât feel like Iâm the only one haunted by ghosts. I feel like I can actually do something good
Maybe one day, Iâll find a way to stop, to live without looking over my shoulder. But for now, this is all I know.
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