Description: The youngest Winchester finds a troubling nightmare is actually a memory when she is reunited with a familiar face, after only living with her Uncle Bobby for majority of her life.
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, (mentions of) John Winchester, and a sister!reader
Warnings: Swearing, and a little violence
A/N: This is actually my third imagine but tumblr deleted the one I spent four hours on….as I was about to hit post. But, here is this one as a sub! Thank you for reading in advance! Let me know if you want to be tagged or send m a request! Also the memories are in italics! :)
You woke up, in screaming terror. You were sobbing as your
Uncle Bobby ran into the room with a shotgun drawn up to view. He quickly
placed it on the nightstand near your bed and cradled you in his arms. It was
another nightmare. You had been bestowed with the gory images since you could
recall your dreams. You often tried avoiding them by pulling all-nighters and
drinking as much caffeine as your blood could hold.
You were finally breathing
normally, whipping the tears off your cheeks as fast as they had come. Bobby’s
steady heart beat calmed you. He had always been such a father to you, and his
calm made you realize you were indeed, still safe.
“You’re safe,” he cooed. You
nodded, and hugged him back.
nightmares were so much of a routine that eventually you kept the light on
while you slept. You hated hearing the screams of the people, and seeing the
blood. Bobby never seemed to know where they originated from. Your guess was
that when helping your Uncle, you picked up a vivid sense of being in the
hunting life, even though you were never in the field. Sure, you helped with
research, but you had never actually seen any demons or ghosts. You were just
informing the hunters of the stories, and ways to end the lives of the evil
creatures lurking. You weren’t that afraid of them either, so the nightmares
were almost uncalled for.
did you know that the nightmare was a memory. Bobby knew this, but would never
let on, and would never mention the fact to you. He had promised your father
John, that he would never relive the time you were taken by accomplices of the
yellow eyed demon, or Azazel. They took you into an old prison where they held
most of their victims. The screaming and blood had scared your little two-year-old
form. You were also cut open repeatedly, and left for dead. It was one of the
worst sights the Winchester boys had seen. From that moment on John knew he
wanted you disconnected from them, but still safe. He dropped you at Bobby’s in
the middle of the night. The boys were at school in Utah while he dropped you
in the care of the old man. You never saw him again, and as you grew older
Bobby had convinced you the images of your brothers and father were just
imaginary friends. This was all in the wishes of John, even though Bobby knew
in his heart you should have the right to know your brothers.
grew older, the memory became less vivid, but you hated being woken up in a
sweat nevertheless. You grew accustomed to late nights with coffee, and books.
You often stayed up with your Uncle, watching him go to sleep even though he
wished you would follow. You refused to believe the nightmares would cease,
even though Bobby thought they would.
the house after a day of school. You were tired, and sleep begged to take over,
yet the fear of the nightmares kept you pushing forward.
You dropped your bag
at the door, “Hey Dad, I’m home!” you yelled. You had grown so close to Bobby
that you now called him Dad.
You rummaged through the cabinets, searching for
coffee. Your eyelids drooped as you called to him again, “Dad! Where the hell
did the coffee go?!”. It had been an all-nighter for two days in a row. You
knew the crash was coming soon.
You turned around, running right into a firm
chest. You looked up to meet bright green eyes, and a confused expression.
Suddenly, a flash of the nightmare came rushing into your thought process. Your
eyes shut, and you could still see the green eyes. You gripped the counter
behind you as the images of blood came into sight, and the screams of others
being tortured filled your ears. You felt hands grip your arm, but the images
only intensified. You were crying now, but you opened your eyes. The nightmare
had finally completed itself, except it wasn’t a nightmare, it was a memory.
you heaved out between trying to fill your lungs with oxygen. The images played
over in your head.
think they can hear you scream?” a demon in a small woman’s body asked.
were crying as your little arms bled. You had never been taken, or separated from
everyone in your family before. The demons took turns playing with your skin and the knife. Finding new places to cut. The demons laughed as you screamed, and cried out for your brothers and father.
“They’ll never find you, you little-," suddenly the door crashed open and the demons
The tears in your eyes coated your sight of vision. You felt your brother
Dean’s arms taking you into his chest.
“Shhhh, baby I got you,” he cooed. You
could hear the crack in his voice.
Your father led you both back to the impala. He never took you into his arms that night. He couldn’t help but feel this was his fault. He went out that night, leaving your brothers to clean you up.
back to reality. Bobby, and Dean were staring at you. You cleared your face of
the wet droplets that had escaped your eyes.
“I remember,” you looked to Bobby.
He looked towards the floor. “Dad, you, you didn’t tell me I had a brother,”
“Dad?” Dean turned to Bobby.
Bobby looked back at Dean, “It’s not
like your father was around”. Dean sighed in defeat. “Why don’t you sit down,”
Bobby gestured to the couch. You nodded and took a seat.
Just then, the door
opened and a taller man came through. His eyes landed on you, “Oh my god!”.
Suddenly, more memories clouded your vision.
please sit still,” your other brother, Sam, pleaded with you.
You were crying
again, and squirming as Dean tried to stitch up your cuts. Dean wanted to take
you to a hospital, but John didn’t want to risk the questions about perfectly
sliced skin. Dean was trying to wiggle the needle into your shaking form. Sam
kept trying to get you to quiet down, but you were hurting. His heart broke with
every cry, and every stitch.
looked up to Sam, and you couldn’t believe your eyes. You then looked to Dean.
These were your brothers. The ones who had tried to help you, and protect you
with all their power. You then looked to Bobby. Anger boiled within your veins.
He had kept this secret from you. You had lost your brothers, who had tried to
patch you up during your worst days. You could feel the warmth of dangerous
energy in your chest.
“You son of a bitch!” you screamed. Bobby’s eyes widened.
Both your brothers were taken back by the sudden attitude change. “You lied to
me!” you screamed.
“Now hold on just a minute!” Bobby put up his hands.
You lied to me! Said they were just nightmares, told me my brothers were
imaginary, you made me think I had no one but you!” you screamed. That’s when
you felt the acid of the words on your tongue. Your eyes suddenly softened,
even though you could still feel the anger in your veins. Bobby looked away,
and went back into the kitchen.
so, so big,” Sam said, clearly trying to lighten the mood.
You walked back
towards the kitchen and leaned against the door frame. “You know I didn’t mean
it like that. I was talking out of anger,” you said.
He sighed and faced you with
a beer in his hand. He was thinking hard about what he wanted to respond with. “I
only did that because it’s what your daddy asked me to do. I wanted to tell
you, and lyin’ to you hurt me more than you could ever imagine,” he said,
taking a sip.
You nodded, “I’m sorry Uncle Bobby. You know that you were always
a father in my eyes”.
He smiled, “You’re the best damn thing I ever had a hand
in kid”. You gave him a hug. “Now get in
there and catch up with those two idjits!” he shoved you towards the doorframe.
found yourself a little shy as your brothers turned to face you. “Uh, hi,” you
gave a small smile.
Sam had tears in his eyes, and Dean had a look of amazement
on his face. “Hey there kiddo,” Dean smiled, and pulled you into a hug.
E oggi è una di quelle mattine in cui avrei voluto svegliarmi e trovarti vicino a me.
Me lo ricordo ancora, tu dormivi e io ti saltavo addosso per svegliarti.
Quanto mi mancano quei tempi, quanto mi manchi tu.