Big Brothers - Winchester Brothers
Imagine a series of events of siblings being, well, siblings.
Side note: I DON’T HAVE ANY SIBLINGS SO I HAVE NO-ONE TO BULLY OR BULLY ME BACK SO I’M SORRY IF THIS IS NOT ACCURATE TO ALL OF YOU WHO ARE LIKE: ‘BROTHERS AND SISTERS DO NOT ACT LIKE THAT OH MY GERD.’
Also creds to all the amazing people who make the gifs I use all the time :)
*You: 4, Sam: 12, Dean: 16*
‘SAM! SHE’S RUNNING AWAY AGAIN!’ Shouted 16 year old Dean as he scrambled behind you, trying to stop you from escaping.
12 year old Sam launched himself onto the floor in an attempt to grab you. This made you giggle as you picked up your pace even more, heading for the motel door.
'SAM! WHAT THE HELL? SHE’S 4! I WANT YOU TO CATCH HER NOT CRUSH HER!’ Dean gasped at him, catching his breath as he saw you do a mini hurdle over a pile of cereal boxes.
Pulling himself off the floor and yanking Sam up behind him, Dean managed to catch up to you.
You squealed like a baby pig as he swiped you off your feet and snuggled you into his chest.
‘Why do you always try to run away from us? Is it cause Sam is scary?’ He jokingly cooed at you as you squirmed in his grip.
‘Really Dean?’ Sam asked, crossing his arms with a fed up face.
Dean smiled sarcastically back at his younger brother while he tried not to drop the creature that would not stop moving.
*You: 14, Sam: 22, Dean: 26*
You were sat in the back of the impala while your eldest brother attempted to convince your other brother to come back into a business that he throughly hated.
‘Oh trust me, I know exactly what to say to him.’ Dean had said to you over 50 minutes ago.
Obviously he didn’t because if you remembered correctly, the last thing your brother Sam had said to you almost a year and half ago was: ‘I DON’T NEED YOU, OR DEAN OR DAD SO STAY OUT OF MY LIFE AND STAY AWAY FROM EVERYTHING TO DO WITH ME. I WONT LET YOU RUIN THIS FOR ME. NOTHING YOU CAN DO WILL CHANGE MY MIND.’
You were convinced that your brother would have no interest in trying to find his father and therefore you were just wasting your time on a lost cause.
A knock on your window made you jump out of your skin. Your first instinct was to pull your gun out of your back pocket but during the process you froze, recognising the face that was staring down at you through the window.
A sudden wave of fury washed over you, causing you to push open the door to the impala and slap them in the face.
‘What the hell was that for?’ Sam cried as he rubbed his cheek.
‘HOW DARE YOU GO SO LONG WITHOUT TALKING TO US, TO ME! NOT A CALL, NOT EVEN A GOD DAMN TEXT!’ You shouted in response, pounding your hands on his back as he cowered away from you, not wanting to fight his little sister.
Dean pulled you back from him, wrapping his arms around yours so that your fists of doom would no longer be banging on Sam’s back. Sam looked up at you, shock plastered on his face.
‘Y/N, that’s enough.’ Dean said to you in an attempt to calm you down.
In return to that, you burst out crying and pulled away from his grip and practically leaped into the arms of Sam.
‘Don’t ever leave us again - please.’ You begged, a sudden realisation coming over you as you realised how much you missed your brother.
‘I’m so sorry Y/N.’ Sam practically whispered into your ear as he tried his hardest not to cry, after all, he’d hurt one of the most, if not, the most important person to him.
Dean looked on, a face of hurt and disapproval at the way his younger brother had made his younger sister feel.
*You: 24, Sam: 32, Dean: 36*
Stepping out of the shower and wrapping yourself in a towel, you heard Sam yell out your name.
‘YEAH?’ You shouted back, wiping the steamed up window with your forearm.
‘CAN I BORROW 5 DOLLARS?’ He asked, clearly already searching through your purse.
‘YEAH SURE WHATEVER.’ You blurted out, forgetting what you had been hiding in there from your (extremely and overly protective) brothers.
As you suddenly remembered, you made sure the towel was securely wrapped around you before making a dash for the main room of the bunker.
‘What the hell are these?’ Sam questioned you, a face of pure anger as he held a packet of condoms in his hand.
‘They-they’re…’ You trailed off, unable to finish your sentence in pure embarrassment.
As you stuttered like a broken record, Sam gave you a look every time you tried to say a word as if to say: ‘don’t even try and lie’.
‘DEAN! GET IN HERE.’ Sam cried out, obviously feeling the need to drag your eldest brother into this.
‘Sam, come on we can -’ You tried to save yourself.
‘Shut up Y/N.’ Sam said, giving you his bitch face as the condoms sat in his hand.
‘What’s up?’ Dean asked the both of you as he entered, beer in hand.
Sam didn’t say anything, simply lifted up the condoms and pointed at you, as you gave Dean a nervous smile.
Dean didn’t respond, simply shook his head in confusion, glanced between you and Sam and then took one long gulp of beer.
‘I can’t deal with this today.’ Was all he said before doing a 180 and walking out the room.
‘This isn’t over.’ Sam growled as you relaxed, relief washing over you.
‘Sam i’m 24!’ You growled just as forcefully back, a sense of annoyance crossing your mind.
‘Don’t even start.’ Sam warned you before waltzing out the room to go and get Dean.
My god, did these brothers give you one heck of a life.