“Do you know what’s really scary? You want to forget something. Totally wipe it out of your mind. But you never can. It can’t go away, you see. And it follows you around like a ghost.” | A Tale of Two Sisters (2003)
“So what, you’re my cousins or something?” You asked, annoyed with the situation.
“Actually they’re your brothers.” Bobby said bluntly.
let out a scoff, “Right. My dad doesn’t have any other kids. I begged
him for siblings when I was younger and his response was always the
“Hate to break it to you sweetheart, meet your brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester.” Bobby stated.
You looked at the men, hoping one of them would just shout out they were joking, but they didn’t. “Where my dad?” You asked, “He can tell us what the hell is going on.”
All the men’s faces dropped at your words, instantly making your heart sink; this couldn’t be good. “Where’s my dad?” You said again. When none of the men moved to say anything you started to panic. You walked to the room he usually slept in when you stayed there but he wasn’t there, the fear began to rise as you ran to the room you stayed in but he wasn’t there either. “He went to get stuff right? He forgot the marshmallows for the hot chocolate and he’s running to get them like last year, right? Right?”
“Y/N.” Sam said softly, sadness beginning to wash over him as he realized this was his sister in front of him and he was going to have to tell her that their father was dead. “Listen to me.” Sam reached out to touch your arm but you recoiled.
“Don’t touch me! I don’t know who you are.” You told him in a panicked voice. “Where is my dad?”
“He’s dead.” Dean stated flatly.
“Dean.” Sam said through his teeth.
“Wha-what?” You said confused, there was no way your father was dead.
“John Winchester is dead. He died about 5 months ago.” Dean told you.
“But, how?” You asked in a defeated tone as tears began to flow down your face.
“Heart attack.” Bobby replied, entering the conversation. He flashed a look at the boys but you didn’t notice, you were too distracted by the fact your father was dead to notice.
“Hey, Y/N, I know this is hard but before we go into more detail do you have a picture or anything with John? Just so we can be sure you are who you say you are? We have a picture we can show you to. I just wanna be sure.” Sam said gently.
You nodded your head and grabbed your cellphone from your pocket. Opening it up you went to the photo gallery and found the most recent picture you had of you and John; it was taken over the summer during your fishing trip he surprised you with. You handed it over to Sam who in turn gave you a picture Dean had taken out of his wallet. “It’s from when we were kids, but it still counts.” Sam said with a small smile.
You wiped the tears from your eyes, “That’s my dad.” You said as you looked at the picture.
“And that’s ours too.” Sam told you as he looked at your phone.
“It was from the fishing trip we took here in July. He said work was going to be getting crazy and that he might not see me for a while so we spent a week here during my summer break.” You replied as more tears began to flow, “Guess he didn’t mean for it to be forever.”
Sam reached over and pulled you into a hug, this time you let him comfort you. Dean hadn’t moved a muscle since Sam had handed him your phone with the picture of John and you on it. He was in shock.
He had a sister.
Not only that, he had a sister who lived a normal life.
A sister who lived a normal life that her dad gave her.
Dean couldn’t help the anger that was rising in him, he put your phone down and went into one of the bedrooms, slamming the door.
“What’s wrong with him?” You asked as you pulled away slightly from Sam who let out a huff.
“It’s gonna take a while for Dean to come around, just give him some time.”
Imagine exchanging Christmas gifts with your brothers.
Request: I have an idea for your Christmas fics, maybe they all exchange gifts.
Like what the siblings would give each other for Christmas
A/N: I made this into an imagine, hope you don’t mind. I also made it a young version of the Winchester family. I’ll do one when they’re older in a one-shot or something. The reader is the youngest Winchester.
You groggily opened your eyes as you head Dean telling Sam to wake up and felt the bed moving from Dean shaking Sam. “Whas going on Dean?” You asked as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes.
Dean looked over at you with a large smile on his face, “Dad came with presents for us.” He told you.
At the word ‘presents’ you sprang up, all traces of sleep gone. “Sammy! Sammy you gots ta get up! Daddy brought us Christmas!” You squealed as you shook Sam before leaping out of bed. “Oh my goodness.” You said as you placed your hands on the side of your face, “Did he bring us the tree too?”
“Yes he did!” Dean told you, joining you on the couch while Sam got out of bed. Sam looked excited as he sat down next to you on the couch.
“Dad came back? Why didn’t he wake me up?” Sam asked.
“He tried, but you were sleeping like a log. He had to get back to the hu-work.” Dean corrected himself as he eyed you to see if you had heard him, thankfully you were too entranced by the lights on the small tree to notice. Sam however had heard it and gave Dean a sad look. After sneaking into dad’s journal the night before Sam had learned the truth about everything and had so many questions for Dean, but didn’t want to ask them with you around. “So he set this all up and headed out.” Dean finished.
“What did he get me?” You asked.
“Find out for yourself.” Dean told you, handing you and Sam a present. You ripped open the paper and squealed at the sight of the streamers you pulled out. Sam opened his gift, reveling in the moment of feeling normal, however it didn’t last long because he pulled out a barbie. Giving Dean an unamused look Dean tried to save it but he knew he was found out by Sam, who kept quiet for his sister’s sake.
Sam was silent for a moment, lost in thought before his sister saying his name grabbed his attention. “I gots you something Sammy!” You said happily as you thrust a picture into his hand, “I drew it all by myself.” You stated proudly as Sam looked at the stick figure drawing of you, Dean, and Sam all standing next to the impala.
“Thanks Y/N.” Sam said sincerely as he gave her a hug.
“I gots you something too De! Gimme a second.” You told him as you went digging in your school bag.
“Here, I want you to have this.” Sam said as he reached over and grabbed the present he had wrapped the night before for his father. He handed it over to Dean who tried to refuse it but Sam insisted. Dean opened it up and was thankful for the amulet necklace that Sam had given him. After promising to never take it off you walked back over to him and thrust something into his hand.
“If you never take Sammy’s present off you have to promise to never take that outta your wallet, okay De? It’s only fair.” You informed him while sitting next to him on the couch.
Dean looked down at what you gave him and he nodded his head, “I promise kiddo. I know exactly where it’s going.”
Dean kept his promise. He never took the amulet Sam gave him that Christmas off until he threw it away after learning it was a failing device at finding God.
However still kept his promise of keeping what you gave him in his wallet. It was a picture of you, Sam, and Dean on your first day of school. The teacher had taken photos of all the students who were dropped off by their parents and she had insisted on taking the photo of your brothers dropping you off. The photo was faded and worn down from being unfolded so many times but that didn’t matter to Dean.
All that mattered was that he had a picture of his little brother when he was 7 and his baby sister when she was 5, all three of you smiling and looking like the normal children you never got to be.
@tonberryqueen said: God, I know you probably already read my tags, but Sasha in Rhys’ clothing is so good? Like I bet he gets all pouty and annoyed because his clothing looks better on her. Then she tries his new clothing, and it still looks better on her, and Rhys the vain boy he is so so pouty until she sits in his lap wearing only his shirt. And then he is more paying attention to how warm she is, and how her breasts peak out of the open button up shirt.