Up in Flames
Sister Winchester :
Pairings: Dean Winchester x Sister!reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!reader
Y/N = Your Name
Song Inspo: Youth by Daughter
Summary: It’s the second of October and both boys have nightmares about your Mother, Jess and you. You help both of them wake up but the nightmare lives on. fluffish at the start but then burns out
Warning: Fire and burning.
A/N: Could be space for a second part but we will see how this goes. So tempted to finish this with, “And it was all a dream” but thought it’d be to corny.
Shadows settle on the place, that you left.
Our minds are troubled by the emptiness.
Destroy the middle, it’s a waste of time.
From the perfect start to the finish line.
Thunder clapped whilst lighting slashed across the night sky. Wind swirled and rattled the windows as Dean struggled in his sleep. He had sweat collecting on his forehead as his brows knitted and unravelled in a pained expression. His forest green eyes were locked in his head as he was trapped having to watch his nightmare play out: He felt the heat of the fire as it licked his ankles and his back as he ran from the building. But when he would leave one room to escape the fire he would only enter another and continued to go around and around in circles. He heard a chorus of screams of Mary, Jess and what terrified him the most, yours. He smelt the smoke that was collecting in his lungs as they heave. Running, running, running until finally he found Mary on the ceiling screaming for him, but it’s too hot and he can’t reach her. Then Mary morphs into Jess and then into you. Trapped, bleeding, burning, screaming his name in agony to run.
“Dean! Dean…Wake up” you shook Dean’s tensed shoulders as worry drew lines on your face about your distressed brother. He looked so frightened and he was mumbling something that you couldn’t make out. “Dean!” you tried again, a little louder this time. Dean’s eyes snapped open and looked around the room terrified before locking with yours.
And if you’re still breathing, you’re the lucky ones.
‘Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
He was panting and he was holding onto your forearm for dear life before resting his head back on the pillow. You looked at him sympathetically, “I’ll get you a water” you offered getting up and turning towards the outdated kitchen. But Dean’s hand gripped onto yours tight so that you wouldn’t leave his side. You looked back to him, his eyes were glassy as they reflected the limited amount of light in the motel room, “No. I’m not thirsty…Just stay here, please” he looked at you almost pleading you not to leave his side. You never really saw him scared but right now he looked so vulnerable. “Okay” you softly spoke as you returned to him and slid next to Dean in the bed. He wrapped an arm around you and held you close to his body before wrapping his other free arm around you as well. He rested his chin on your head as your head was pressed into his warm chest. You heard his heart rate race and looked up to him as he continued to stare around the room. Checking dark corners for movements, outside the windows for a shady figure and then back onto you to make sure you were okay. He sniffled a little and brought his hand up to rub his eyes to rid it of fatigue and tears.
You knew what the dream was about and you couldn’t blame him. It was the 2nd of October, he was always touchy on the days leading up to it as he was reminded of Mum’s death. His heart continued to race and he flinched occasionally at the thunder claps and lightning strikes. “Dean try and get some sleep” you groggily suggested as you started to drag your hands in a patting motion across Dean’s chest. Even then you could feel his heart leap around in his chest as you hummed ‘Hey Jude’ to him. He ignored your requests as you slipped into sleep.
Not too long after, you heard you name called. You snapped your eyes open and unravelled yourself as best you could from Dean as it seemed fatigue had finally taken him.
“Jess…Jess..no…Y/N” Sam tossed and turned as his blanket wrapped around his legs and tears leaked from his closed eyes.
Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong
The lovers that went wrong.
Not him as well you sighed as you came to your poor brother’s bed and hovered above him, resting a hand on his shoulder like you did with Dean. “Sammy…Sammy wake up.” You continued to shake him, “No, No, Y/N run…run!”. The mention of your name again to run made shivers run up your spine and guilt pull you down.
Sam’s eyes finally opened and he locked with yours. There was surprise, relief and then terror once again as he pulled you down on the bed roughly. He was shaking as he pushed you behind him and then you saw in the dark, those yellow eyes that hunted your own nightmares shining brightly. “Run” Sam breathed as he stood up and charged at the demon. The ruckus caused Dean to wake up. You watched as fear fell on Dean as he realised you were no longer in his arms and then looked up to see Sam fighting the shadowy figure he was dreading.
You were a deer caught in headlights. You head told you run but your heart told you stay as your brothers were thrown around the room. But sitting still wasn’t helping them or yourself so you stood up, “Go, Y/N run!” Dean barked. You felt your feet shuffle towards the door but with a second glance at your brothers you just couldn’t do it, Dean was dazed out on the ground whilst Sam was pinned on the wall gasping for breath . You couldn’t leave them, the damn demon would catch up to you anyway you thought as you ran at the demon’s back.
We are the reckless,
We are the wild youth
Chasing visions of our futures
One day we’ll reveal the truth
That one will die before he gets there.
You leapt up and pulled the demons head back making him fall backwards and let go of Sam. “There she is” the big sleaze announced as a smile pulled his plastic skin into a grotesque mask. You knew what was coming, you knew why he was here. You were a distraction to the boys and his big plan. He had to dispose of you like he did with Jess with his classic flare. You went to lunge back at him but felt yourself pushed back against the wall as you were dragged up the ceiling. You felt as your own blood drenched your bed shirt and drip down onto your unconscious brothers. Their eyes fluttered open as you stared down at them with a sorry expression.
And if you’re still bleeding, you’re the lucky ones.
'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone.
We’re setting fire to our insides for fun.
Collecting pictures from a flood that wrecked our home,
It was a flood that wrecked this home.
“Run” you whispered as the flames erupted and licked your skin as you screamed in agony. The Yellow-eyed demon laughed cruelly as you twisted your body trying to escape the fiery clasp. “RUN!” you screamed at you bewildered and broken brothers as they stumbled out the burning motel room. They looked back at you as the fire reflected in their eyes. Their nightmares coming to life as you struggled and there was nothing for them to do.
Well I’ve lost it all, I’m just a silhouette,
A lifeless face that you’ll soon forget,
My eyes are damp from the words you left,
Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest.
A hand rested on both boys shoulders as they were pulled out of the door and out onto the car park by a short brown haired man wearing a brown trench coat. Cas stepped into the smoked filled burning room as his eyes turned bright blue. A white light blinded you as you felt yourself fall and the screams of the Yellow eyed demon rung in your ears.
And you caused it,
And you caused it,
And you caused it