Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader
Length: 1564+ words
A/N: This is for @winchesters-favorite-girl‘s 31 Days of Halloween Challenge! Thank you for letting me join your challenge, and I hope you enjoy this one! I had more ideas for this fic, but I didn’t have time to write it 😔
A/N 2: I would like to thank @dreamin-of-somewhere-else for being my Beta!! Gosh, she’s so awesome! This fic couldn’t have been written without her (seriously). She was such a great help in making this fic decent! Thanks for putting up with me, love! I really appreciate all your help!
The two remaining Winchesters stayed silent as they drove back to the motel, their brother laying down in the backseat. They packed their stuff, planning to go to Bobby’s place. Y/N went to the bathroom before making the long trip, but once she came out, Dean was holding her duffel bag out to her.
“Leave,” he instructed. His voice cold and emotionless, and unlike anything she’s ever heard. No matter what, Dean always spoke to her in a gentle tone, even when training her. He’s never even raised his voice at her unless he was worried about her well-being. This wasn’t the older brother she knew, and honestly, she was scared. Her heart was beating twice as fast, and her palms were getting sweaty.
Her eyes widened, mouth agape. “D-Dee?”
“You need to leave.” Dean harshly glared at his younger sister, jaw clenched tightly.
“B-But why?” she whimpered, taking a step towards her older brother.
“Because I said so!”
“This isn’t you, Dean-”
“This was your fault. You messed up. You didn’t do enough research, and got Sam killed. You’re not cut out to be a hunter, and I can’t have you staying with us, and endangering our lives.”
“But, Dean-” His words cut deep. He knew how self-conscious she was about her abilities. She willingly sat out on hunts if she had the slightest inkling that she may not be able to perform her best. After all, when it comes to hunting, mistakes could be deadly.
“Leave!” he roared. He grabbed her elbow, pushing her out the door, and throwing her duffel bag at her feet. He slammed the door as she scrambled to get back on her feet.
“DEAN!” Y/N pounded at the door, shouting for him to let her in, tears streaming down her face. Finally, Dean came out. He didn’t even spare her a glance as he walked to the Impala. He ignored her pleas, following him to the car. She tried grabbing his arm, but he shook her off, finally pushing her to the ground as he went into his car. Y/N watched as he turned on the engine, and drove off.
The eldest Winchester clenched his jaw so tightly it was starting to ache. He didn’t dare look at his rear-view mirror, afraid his resolution would waver at the sight of his youngest sibling. This is what he had to do. He tried ignoring the tear that escaped his eye as he drove to the closest cross-road.
Length: 1,104 words (I think this is my shortest fic yet!)
Summary: You are required to sign up your family to help with your school’s fall festival. You decide not to sign up because Chuck only knows if the Winchesters will even be in town by next Friday. Since you didn’t sign up in class your teacher assigned you something to do. How in the world will you pull it off?
Warnings: Sam and Dean being sweet older brothers (yes, I have decided that needs to be a warning.)
A/N: This is my entry for @winchesters-favorite-girl‘s 31 Days of Halloween Challenge. I got October 16 Hayrides. I had fun with this one! This is my first Sister!reader fic so please be nice y’all! Not gonna lie, I miss Fall. It’s not quite the same when you live in a desert country. I miss fall in Iowa a lot!
**gif is not mine, nor does this fic have anything to do with Gilmore Girls it just fits with my story.
“Sam! Dean! Where the heck are you,” you yell out as you slam the door to the bunker flying down the steps. When you reach the bottom of the stairs there is still silence. “Guys?” you question stepping into the library and throwing your backpack on the table.
“Oh hey Y/N/N. How was school,” Sam questions looking up from the book he was reading. “Got any homework?”
“Yea, I have to write a paper on some folklore. It’s dumb. No one at that school knows that these things are actually real.”
“We should probably keep it that way too Y/N,” he responds.
You roll your eyes at your older brother. “Also, the school is putting on a fall festival. Everyone in my grade has to have their families help in some way. They had to sign up today. If we didn’t sign up during first period they just assigned us something,” you say throwing yourself into the closet chair with a sigh.
“Oh,” Sam says setting down the book on the table and watching you, “and what did they assign the Winchester family?”
“It’s stupid. We don’t even know if you guys will be around next Friday. Chuck only knows you will be pulled away on some hunt on the other side of the country. Besides, I have no clue how we would even pull it off.”
Sam crouches down next to you, “Y/N, what did we get assigned to do?”
“We have to figure out how to put on a hayride. It’s not like we have a hay rack or a vehicle to pull one. Can you imagine a rack attached to baby? How the hell are we supposed to pull this off? “
“Hey, watch your language,” Dean says sternly as he walks into the room. “What are we trying to pull off anyways Y/N/N?”
Characters: Dean and Sam Winchester, sister!reader, John Winchester
Warnings: None, really. Some fluff, minor angst, but nothing bad!
A/N: Hey guys! This is a fic I wrote for @winchesters-favorite-girl‘s 31 Days of Halloween Challenge. My prompt was candy, and I, for once, decided to write something not super angsty haha. Actually, the ending might even be sugary sweet (ba dum tss). The reason for the gif is that young Jensen is hella cute. Anyways, hope you like it! ♡
It was the middle of an October afternoon, and the weather was chilly with gray clouds hanging heavily in the sky. Enclosed inside the Impala, you watched on with round eyes as the car drove past houses. Large houses with white picked fences and that probably smelled like freshly baked apple pie. Houses with mowed lawns and trees. Houses dressed with Halloween decorations that made your stomach painfully twist in envy. The houses were a representation of a life you’d never get, that you had longed for, but never missed as much as you did right now.
All you wanted was to, for once, celebrate Halloween like seemingly everybody else. You wanted to go trick-or-treating, eat candy, decorate a house and dress up with Sam and Dean. And the perfect houses and the perfect lives just kept passing by outside your car window as if there was an endless amount of them. Meanwhile, the lump in your throat just grew.