dean's little sister

Masterlist - Sister Winchester

Stupid Questions

Survival Instinct

Flamingo

Sick

Angel Grace

Day With Him

Carry on Singing

The Ways to Kill Monsters

Fighting The Demon

Never Let This Happen Again

Meeting Family

Maybe One Day

Subtitute Teacher

We’re Taking You Home

Define Alright

Starting  a New Family

Wake Up!

Soulmate

A Date?

Water Power

Boo-boo

Double Attack

John Winchester

Potty Training

Destined to Be

A Little Piece of Advice

Stalker

This Isn’t The End (SONGFIC)

First Time For Everything

Married To A Crush

Caught

Five Days

Used To Be Alone

Akward Kiss

Ice Cream

No Memories

Hard Way to Realize

Hate The Feeling

This Is How We Celebrate

Big Bro’s Are Here

The Renew Year

We Are Going TO Be Okay

School Trouble

A Day With Daddy

Twin Winchester

The Dark Secret

I Got It?

Open Those Eyes

A New Life Ahead

We Will Protect You

Discussion With Charlie

This Is My Beat

Dark

Valentine’s Day Actevity

Forgetting Problems

It’s Not John Winchester

Hidden Hunter

Crush

Thank You Uncle Bobby

Nap Is Over

School Friends

Demon Inside

Never Again

Bullies 101

Little Christmas

The Trap

It’s Not Real

The Bad Date

Save Me, Save You

Hard Wok

Fight Club

It’s Just Me

Can’t Comunicate

Approved

Got You Back

A Hunt Gone Wrong

Saved

Fight

What Is Was

The Truth About Us

Magic Bag

It’s Your Fault

I’ll Take Care Of You

The Pain Of The Others

Action Words

Hard Couple

Cute Drooling

Keeping you Awake

Cursed Souvenir

Ten Years Later

Mister Hug

Like A Knife

It’s Not The First Time

Fake Shape

The Night He Left

The Safe Bunker

Reading Backwards

Red Meat

Argument, Car, Drunk?

Bad Gift

This is What it Feels Like

Caring Father

Can’t Die

Strong and Crying

The Secret Plan

Bad Guy

First Drive

Death Vesel

The Good Hit

Power of the Soul

Nine Month Light

Can’t See It

Parent Teacher Night

Bad Feeling

I Love You Mommy

Asleep At Prom

Silently Stop

Family Always Find Family

The Box

It’s Not a He

Drowning

Normal Trick Or Treat

The Special Arm

~ SPN 12x15 coda ~

This is my voicemail. Make your voice…a mail.

Dean pursed his lips and pulled his phone away from his ear. Three missed calls…where was Cas? 

Usually, if he was not back home by this time – Dean tapped his screen. 10:47 pm – then he was at a hotel for the night. By now, Cas would have texted Dean to check in. To let him know that everything was all right. Maybe he was too tired to carry on an actual conversation. Maybe that’s why he sounded off on the phone earlier,

After a moment of staring at his phone, Dean opened it up and found the messages between himself and Cas. No reason he couldn’t text Cas first, right?

10:48 pm // Any more news about Dagon?

He stared at his screen until it went black. Sighing, Dean set his cell down on his nightstand and pulled off his flannel shirt, tossing it on the foot of his bed. He toed off his heavy boots and kicked them away before he tugged off his jeans. As he sat down, he glanced over at his phone.

Still no notification. Maybe Cas’ phone was dead?

Dean slipped under the covers and sat still for a second before reaching under and yanking off his socks. He threw them across the room and rested his arm behind his head. He stared at the ceiling for a long while, watching the shadows from the lamp creep over the popcorn ceiling.

His phone buzzed. Twice. 

Dean jolted up and rubbed his eyes with one hand and grabbed his cell with the other. His shoulders sagged as he rested his phone on his knee. It was only Crowley. If he actually wanted to talk to Dean, he would call him – several times in succession until Dean picked up, judging by past experiences. 

Dean unlocked his phone with a swipe of his thumb and his eyes fell to Cas’ contact picture. It was one that Dean took who know how many moths ago during a lull in a research session. In the picture, Cas was glaring over the top of Sam’s computer at Dean in response to his endless attempts to get his attention. 

“Hey, Cas,” he said, clearing his throat. He glanced up at his closed bedroom door before continuing. “I…I know it’s been a while since I’ve prayed. But that’s because you’ve been here. And, well…you’re gone now.”

He frowned, tapping his phone on his knee. Yes, Dean talked to him today – just hours ago, even – but something was wrong. Sam did not seem to notice, but Dean did. “I don’t know what to do,” he said, though not necessarily to Cas. 

“I need you here, man. You help me, you know? More than I’ll ever be able to say.” His eyes darted up to the ceiling and back down to the phone. “I’m over-reacting, huh?…You’re probably just tired.” Dean gave his phone a half-hearted smile, his eyes drooping in exhaustion. He really should try to sleep soon.

12:12 am, his phone read when he tapped the screen. He hesitated for only a second after unlocking it before he decided to call Cas again. Dean’s fingers tightened around his phone as he raised it to his ear. “Come on, buddy. Pick up.” 

His plea was answered by the trilly dial-tone, which rang three times before there was a soft click on the other end. Dean’s breath hitched in anticipation as Cas said, This is my voicemail. Make you – 

He hung up the phone and tossed it away. It bounced off the pillow next to him and onto the bed. Dean rubbed his hands over his face, sighing. “Where are you, Cas?”

Imagine being Sam's and Dean's little sister and them saving you when you were kidnapped.

Fear. Fear was the only thing that you knew at that moment. With werewolves surrounding you, your heart was racing. Everything seemed loud. Too loud to think. The large group was arguing about something, but the sound of your rushing blood drowned out their words.

“We can’t stay here! The Winchesters are on are backs!” one of the creatures yelled. “This is all your fault!” His finger pointed at an obviously younger boy, but that didn’t mean that he was about to back down.

The young boy only snarled back, “How was I supposed to know she was their little sister!” Large hands gripped the boy’s collar, but before he could continue what would be a fatal fight, the door was kicked open. Flashes of white blinded you, and the sound was enough to make your ears ring.

As your chest continued to tighten, the open fire stopped, the last bullet ringing off the floor before coming to a stop. Dozens of corpses covered the floor before you. Suddenly, you saw the two men that you longed to see all along. Hope was finally restored.

“Y/n,” Sam rushed out before running over to you and cutting the restraints. Your arms automatically wrapped around his neck as he pulled you into his lap and kissed your forehead. “Sh, we’ve got you, sweetie. It’s okay. You’re safe.”

Dean, now calmed to see you safe and alive, looked around the room trying not to break down. He thought he’d lost you like he had many other people he loved, and, to be honest, he didn’t know if he could handle to lose someone else. He began to walk out when your voice echoed through his ears. “Dean?” Small arms wrapped around his torso that caused his skin to rise. “I thought you’d never come.”

“What? Oh, sweetie, don’t ever think that,” Dean sniffled. “I’ll never let anything ever hurt you. Ever. Don’t forget that.”

5

“What’s wrong (Y/N)?” Sammy sat down next to you where you’d basically crumpled by the door after finally making it home. Your boyfriend’s… No ex-boyfriend… He was your ex now. Your ex-boyfriend’s words still echoing in your head as you held your hand over your mouth to choke back a sob. Even though you’d suspected it was coming, it still hurt like hell.

“Kiddo, talk to us,” Dean said as he sank down in front of you, lifting your head and wiping away a few of the traitorous tears that had escaped. Worry and pain filled both of your brothers’ features as they gave you a quick once over to ensure you weren’t hurt.

You opened your mouth to tell them, or maybe to tell them it was nothing. You weren’t sure, you just knew the words wouldn’t come out. Even thinking them felt like a death sentence. It just hurt too damned much. The only thing that left you was a broken sob that sounded slightly like your ex-boyfriend’s name.

“Do you need me to go punch something? Or someone? Or everything? I can do everything,” Dean said, worry etched in his eyes as he glanced from you to Sam.

“No Dean,” You managed to get the words out between your sobs and breaking heart. “I knew it was coming… I just didn’t realise it would hurt this bad,”

“He hurt you? Did he hurt you (Y/N)?” Sam’s expression went from worried to straight up murderous in a second as he shifted next to you. His hand going to the glock you knew was hidden somewhere on his body. It wasn’t an empty threat, or even a threat at all, you knew, without a doubt that Sam and Dean would destroy the guy if they thought he hurt you in any way. And though you were heartbroken, you couldn’t really endorse them going on a rampage over your broken heart.

“No, we just… We broke up. It’s over,” You managed to push the words out, even though speaking them made it all seem so much more real. Sam visibly relaxed next to you and Dean sank fully down to sit on the other side of you. Both of your big brothers putting an arm around you as they gave you the comfort you hadn’t realised you needed.

“He’s an idiot, you’re too good for him,” Sam said, planting a soft kiss into your hair as he squeezed your shoulder in a one-armed hug. “I’m sorry he hurt you kid, you deserve only good things, you know that right?”

“Just tell me what to punch (Y/N), it seems like the brotherly thing to do,” Dean said, giving you a hug of his own and ruffling your head before leaning back against the door. “We’re here for you kid, just tell us what to do,”

“Just… Stay with me?” Your words were barely a whisper as you closed your eyes, letting the tears flow freely. The comforting warmth of your brothers on either side of you dulling the ache of your breaking heart at least a little bit.

Your two older brothers kept silent as they stayed by you by the door throughout the night. Letting you cry your heart out as they silently plotted different ways to end the man who had hurt their kid sister. Nobody hurt their little sister and got away with it. Nobody.

Nobody

Title: Nobody
Summary: The Winchester’s little sister deals with high school and wonders how Sam and Dean survived it.
Word Count: 2136
Pairing: Sister!Winchester x Sam, Sister!Winchester x Dean
Warnings: Older brothers, cussing

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     My alarm went off and I rolled over and hit snooze. 5 more minutes wouldn’t hurt anyone, right? Wrong. Dean yelled down the hallway.
“Y/N, get up. You’re going to be late.” He called.
“I don’t wanna!” I whined.
“Too bad.” He added.
     I crawled out of my warm bed and went and took a quick shower. Sam and Dean insisted I go to school since I had the chance. They didn’t want me to end up like them and spend their whole life hunting. I pulled on a clean pair of jeans and a dark blue long sleeve shirt. Grabbing my bag, I headed for the kitchen. I set my bag down and poured myself a cup of coffee.
“Morning.” Sam chirped.
“Not all of us are morning people, Sammy.” I grumbled. “Why do I have to go to school? It’s not like they have the right information.”
“You’ll thank us when you’re older.” Dean said when he walked in. “There’s more to life than hunting.”
“I know.” I sighed. “I should get going. I’ll see y’all later.”
     The boys called their goodbyes as I walked out. The school wasn’t far so I walked every day. I hated school more than the average kid. Eventually the ugly brown building entered my line of sight. I took a deep breath and kept walking. I walked in the door as the first bell rang and students made their way to class. I blended in the crowd as I made my way to my locker. Unfortunately, that didn’t last long.
“HEY WINCHESTER!” A voice yelled.
“Shit.” I whispered while closing my locker.

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Being the Winchester’s little sister would include:

~Dean saying no when you ask to go hunting
~Sam disagreeing with Dean
~Dean making you Sam’s responsibility on hunts bc Sam begged to bring you along
~Playing pranks on Cas with Dean
~Teaching Cas social cues
~Cas constantly taking notes during your “lessons”
~Stealing their flannels
~“You have your own flannels”
~“But I like yours better”
~Making pies for the boys when you stay back from hunts
~Getting anxious when they don’t give you daily updates while they’re away
~“Jesus, Dean, you can’t scare me like that!”
~Lowkey hardcore shipping Destiel
~Dean letting you drive Baby occasionally
~“If i see one scratch on her, you’re dead.”
~Dean being v protective
~Demons and Angels know not to mess with you
~You almost selling your soul every time one of your brothers die
~Getting the nickname “Kitten” from Crowley bc ur smol but feisty and shit
~You and Sam always have stupid handshakes and inside jokes
~Both of them telling you stories of before you were born
~“The moment we met you, everything changed”
~Being shipped off to Bobby’s as a kid
~Listening to all of Dean’s cassette tapes
~Falling in love with rock music
~You and Dean burping in unison 

~“You guys are gross”

~Having your first beer with Sam and Dean

~Constant teasing because of how drunk you got

~How to Cure a Hangover 101 with Dean

~They always watch out for you, because that’s what siblings do

Stupid Questions

REQUESTED BY @meggan-supernatural : I just thought of this randomly for som reason😂, but can you do something where Cas pops out of no where to ask the reader a question…. But plot twist, the reader is taking a shower so he pops into the bathroom and reader screams and everything so those boys come running to check on her? I know it’s weird

He is an angel of the Lord, yet, it looks like you know more things than him. It has been now a week since Castiel started to appear out of the blue to ask another of his questions. You do not mind answering them, even sometimes they make you laugh.
You understand him, it is the first time he is friends with humains and he wants to know more. For example, he wanted to know why you were going on a run. You had to explain that you wanted to stay fit and that it is a way for you to get your head clear.
“I do not understand why some do like running and others don’t” he had asked.
You simply laughed to his face, harder to his next statement.
“I think I am going to try it”.
With that, he dissapeared. That question was the most logic question.
Today, he has not appeared yet. It is ten in the afternoon and he still hasn’t appeared to ask a question.
But at this moment you do not think about this. Enjoying the hot water fall down from your hair onto your cold skin. It has been a long icy day hunting this ghost. Finding the bones was a pain, but you and your older brothers, Sam and Dean did it.
“Can I ask a question?”
“Holly! What the!”
You stumble back, pressing your body as far as possible onto the wall, almost hoping you could go in it. You place your hands in front of your body hiding what you can. You get out of the shower as fast as you can and grab your towel.
“What the hell!” You yelled once again in an angrier tone.
Like it was nothing, Castiel gets out of the shower, soaking wet.
“(Y/N)?” You hear Sam and Dean call out worridly.
You take a deep breath putting the towel tighter around your form. The angel’s eyes do not help to the ‘not feeling comfertable’ feeling you have right now.
“What do you want?” You spat.
“(Y/N) Winchester” Dean said in a tone even scarier “open the door”.
You sigh and open the door, feeling now embarassed by your nudity.
Dean opens his mouth again to ask what the hell is happening, but soon closes it when he sees Castiel.
“Cas?” Sam asked confused “what are you doing in here?”
“I wanted to ask a question to (Y/N)” he answered.
“She was in the shower, Cas!” Dean exploded “don’t you know what they call privacy!”
“You did once”.
“Well, it goes for her too. You don’t pop into someones shower like that!”
“This adds a question including my other question (Y/N)” he said glancing at you.
“I just want to get dressrd first” you said, head hanging low.
“Yeah” Dean grabs Castiel by his coat “come on budy”.
He drags him out, Sam following clossely giving you a small apologic smile before closing the door.
You breathe  out, releived that you are finally alone.

The second you get out the bathroom, Castiel gets up ready to ask his question. Which, you are a little curious.
“Cas, you can’t just appear in the bathroom like that, especially when I’m in the shower, okay? I’m naked in there and I don’t want to share this with you, its personal”.
“Exactly” Dean agreed and gets a confirmation from Sam.
“We knock on the door when we want to talk” Sam added.
“Humans are complicated” Castiel said.
“What’s your initial question?” You asked.
“What does chocolat taste like?”
You burst into a laughter, not shared with your brothers though. They just stare at him shocked.
“You poped in the shower of my little sister who was naked only for this?” Dean exclamed.

Stuck in the Cage (With You)

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“You heard me just fine. My soul for Sam’s. Easy switcher-oo.” You clenched your jaw, impatient with how long the archangel was taking to think about the deal you were offering. Dean needed Sam back, you could see it. You weren’t as good of a hunter and both of your older brothers always tried to protect you, leaving room for silly mistakes to be made.  

Michael finally answered, “Fine.”

For as long as he took to make a decision he sure didn’t take his time to take action. Your ears popped and everything went black.

A boot nudged your ribs and you sat up to find yourself surrounded by thick, metal bars, looking up at the pure blue eyes of Lucifer himself.

“The youngest Winchester, how interesting.”

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Imagine being Dean and Sam’s little sister and Amara bringing you back instead of Mary.

Dean couldn’t understand what Amara meant by saying that she was going to give him what he wanted most. He hadn’t understood it then nor the days after that but then again he didn’t find it in himself to care when he had to look for Sam. He was already worried enough about his little brother to think about what could have possibly happened. And quite honestly it didn’t seem to him like she had done anything in the first place so he willed himself to not think about ‘what if’s… much less what it was that he really wanted and she could give.

But then it all changed and Dean realized everything the moment those were spoken.

“Stay away from my boys!” your voice echoed through the dark place and both Dean and Sam froze in place, just as did the British woman of letters.

It was at that moment everything fell in place. It was the moment you came into view and Dean got to see the little girl, well not so little, but to him you always were that, that he lost all those years ago to the very things he hunted. He blamed himself more than Sam did, because more or less they both felt responsible for not doing something more to save you.

And now, both he and Sam were staring at you like you were going to burst. You ate happily on your pie “Man death got me more hungry than I thought.” you laughed and Dean and Sam chuckled softly at the words that gave away how much of a Winchester you were. You chewed happily on your food before stopping and raising an eyebrow at them “Everything alright?”you asked through a mouth full and Dean grinned widely.

“Nah” he shrugged, sharing a look with Sam “Just remembered that we’ll have to buy double the pies from now on.”

“Oh hell yeah you will!” you grinned after swallowing “And I am definitely getting a room of my own in this huge place, which you till have to tell me how you got by the way.”

“Don’t worry kiddo.” Dean placed a hand on your shoulder “We’ll fill you up on everything.”

“As long as you are willing to stay.” Sam said softly and you gave him a smile.

“Sammy I ain’t going anywhere, I’ve learned my lesson.”

“Yeah you better.” Dean clenched his jaw and you gave him a look. You were the youngest one, yes, but you always were the one to support your brothers and be their rock.

“I meant being more careful, not giving up my life for you. That I would do again and again and all over again as long as you two are alright.”

“Yeah well-” Sam sighed, looking at Dean for a moment “We weren’t really.” he confessed and you sighed, dropping your fork.

“I know you weren’t. And I understand but these holes- we can fill them, the way we always had. The Winchester way.” you placed a hand on each of their own.

“And we got plenty of them, don’t we?” Dean muttered and you squeezed his hand, knowing you were quite responsible for it. You could only begin to imagine how they would feel at having to burn your body. Hell even carry to burn it.

“Well- truth is that- having you here?” Sam gave you a weak smile “It feels in the biggest hole.”

Over Protective

Requested by Anon.
Pairing: Winchester! daughter x John
Summary: She brings home her first boyfriend and John goes into full protective daddy mode.

Word Count: 1,178

Warnings: Dad threatening boyfriend
A/N: Honestly this is a first for me. I’ve never written anything with John so I hope I did him well. Also, I’ve never had a boyfriend so I’ve never been through this situation.

     I watched my boyfriend maneuver down the halls and stop by my locker.
“Hey, babe.” He smiled.
“Hi, Aaron.” I returned a smile. “How was your day?”
“Lonely without you.” He frowned.
“Cheesy much?” I chuckled.
He grinned. “Only for you.”
“What do you want to do tonight?” I pondered.
He thought for a moment while we walked outside. “How about movies at your place?”
“My place.” I echoed. “Why my place?”
“Just changing things up.” He shrugged. “Is that okay?”
I swallowed. “Yeah. Let me text me brothers and let them know.”
“Awesome.” He said. “I’ll be there about 5 o’clock.”
“Okay. Love you.” I said and gave him a quick kiss before starting my car.
“Love you too!” He called while heading to his car.
     I drove home and unlocked the door. Sam was sitting at the table buried in one of his books. He was 6 years older than me and graduated a while back. I was only 16 so I was the baby of the family.
“Hey, sis.” He said without looking up.
“What’s up, Sammy? Where’s Dean and Dad?” I asked while ruffling his hair.
“Hey! Stop it.” He whined. “They’re on their way back from the store.”
“Can you get rid of them for a while longer?” I pleaded.
He eyed me. “Why?”
“Aaron wants to come over and watch movies tonight.” I explained.
“I’m not seeing a problem.” He shrugged.
I exhaled loudly. “Dad hasn’t met Aaron yet and I really don’t want him scaring off my first boyfriend.”
Sam chuckled. “If he can’t handle Dad then I don’t see the relationship lasting.”
“Are you going to help me or not?” I begged.

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Being Sam and Dean’s little sister would include...
  • A new definition to the term: overprotective.
  • Sibling banter.
  • Learning to drive in the Impala (With a lot of convincing on Sam’s part).
  • Weekly training sessions.
  • Dean holding back when you’re sparring.
  • Dean not holding back when you kick his ass.
  • Being a better shot than your brothers and them not wanting to talk about it. They deny it every time.
  • Sam always helping you with schoolwork.
  • Both of them having a cow when you don’t make curfew.
  • Research is your punishment.
  • Playing Rock, Paper, Scissors to see who has to sleep on the crappy motel room couch (Usually Dean).
  • Being on the receiving end of Sam Winchester Bitch Stares.
  • Nerding out with Sam.
  • Trying to introduce more modern music to Dean.
  • Eye rolls from Dean. 
  • You and your brothers still using the “super secret” handshake that you made up as a kid.
  • “We’re just trying to protect you.”
  • Being left behind on hunts.
  • Following them anyway. After all, you are the better shot.
  • Saving their sorry asses.
  • Dean yelling at you for following them.
  • Stitching one another up.
  • Your fights always end in a hug because they just can’t fathom the thought of losing you.
  • Pet Names (Such as: Short-Stuff, Kiddo, Sweetheart, and Pain in the Ass)
  • Pretending to be asleep so they carry you.
  • “Jerk!” “Bitch!” “You’re both dicks. Now shut up!”
  • Brothers who are also your best friends.
  • Knowing that there are two people in the world who you can always trust and who would do absolutely anything for you.
  • You would do absolutely anything for them.
4

You were a good hunter. 
Maybe that’s why your dad was so angry with you.

You’d messed up pretty badly, taken to long to take the shot and it got away. It had Sam; you didn’t want to get him instead so you hesitated.
It was a bad move and you knew it.

Your dad was yelling at you to shoot but you just stood there- frozen.

And now, he was yelling at you again.

You let it go Y/N! You had a clear shot and you let that bitch go!” He glared at you, his face red with rage.

“I can’t believe this…” He muttered, gritiing his teeth.

“Hey, dad, just calm down alright?” Dean stood in front of you sternly followed by Sam who glanced at you worriedly.

“She just didn’t wanna shoot me, dad.” Sam protested.

Your dad took a step forward towards you and hesitated before speaking: "Pull yourself together, Y/N.”

Dean then stepped across to him and put his hand out behind himself in attempt to protect you. “Never do that again. All hunters make mistakes.” He glared at your dad.

Sam put his arm round your shoulder and pulled you in close. 


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Just a Tad Bit Different

Warnings: mentions of blood

Characters: Castiel, Sam and Dean Winchester, Sister! Reader

Summary: The sister reader discovers she has angel blood in her.

Age: any

Word Count: 979

Y/N: your name

Y/N/N: your nickname

Strange things always seem to happen around you. Not vampire, ghost or monster in general type of strange. You happen to see all that almost on a daily basis. It was more of a things flying across the room when you were particularly upset, or sometimes predicting something that was going to happen. You tried not to pay attention to those things although they were quite visible. You’ve never told your older brothers about this and your not planning to either, you’re afraid they might kill you if they know you have something to do with the supernatural.

Either way you have more important things to do right now. Dean went to hell but was pulled out by Castiel, an angel of the lord. Apparently so he can let Michael the Archangel to posses him and take down Lucifer again. Oh, and guess who’s Lucifers vessel? Your other brother Sam. Everything kinda feels like it’s going to hell, quite literally and you don’t know what to do.

But right now, you and your brothers are sleeping in one of Bobby’s old safe houses in the middle of the forest. The quiet in the room was suddenly broken by a deep voice.

“Wake up humans.” The voice said causing all of you to jump and grab the nearest weapon. Still asleep you wobbled a little and almost fell but regained your balance as you  took hold of the edge of the bed.

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Being Sam and Dean’s little sister would involve...

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No hunts. Honestly there’s no point fighting back, you’re not hunting and that’s final

Dean being the cool big brother

Sam being the responsible big brother

“Dean, she’s a kid, don’t give her a gun!” “What about a knife?” “DEAN!”

Sharing books with Sam

You and Sam watching movies at crazy hours of the morning if one of you can’t sleep

Dean giving you massive bear hugs and making you laugh if you’ve had a nightmare or you’re feeling down

“You want me to make pancakes?” “It’s three in the morning, Dean.” “Waffles then.”

Sam giving you piggybacks all the time because he’s tall and it’s great

Being a hardcore Destiel shipper

“Hi Cas, how’s my favourite brother-in-law?” “(Y/N) he’s not your brother-in-law.” “But Dean he’s your husband so that makes him-,” “(Y/N)!”

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Little Sister [6]

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5.

Characters: Sam Winchester x de-aged!sister!reader, Jess Moore, Dean Winchester

Words: 2300

[Anxiousness]

A/N: A little more action in this one.

Originally posted by hunterchesters

Your name: submit What is this?

You, the old you, twisted in your sleep, a vision of a woman turning a man into a child playing in your mind. It brought a horrifying headache, and the vision didn’t last long until you woke up with a start. Confusion settled in you, but you knew you had to look this up. You knew from the very moment that you couldn’t let it slide.

You stood in front of the woman, the bad one from your vision, with a gun in your hand. You watched her intently, telling her to stop, but she just laughed. Then, a white light were launched at you before you could attack, and you were engulfed by the blinding brightness as a wave of heat flushed you.

You woke up with a start, heart hammering in your chest. Your hands were clammy as you could feel how your eyes started burning with tears. You didn’t understand your nightmare, it didn’t make sense at all. The only thing you knew that the young woman in your dream had been you, and that other one, the evil one, had done something to you. And you were terrified.

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Connection Part 1

Summary: You’re a Winchester. Sam and Dean’s little sister. Same dad, different mom. You spend your life traveling with your brothers and moving to different schools, never staying in one place for more than a few weeks. But when your brothers tell you they found a case in California, you’re thrown into a completely different world - the town of Beacon Hills. When you meet a group of suspicious friends who keep finding themselves in the middle of murders, you realize that this case is going to be a lot more difficult to solve - especially when you’re starting to fall for one of the suspects.

Warnings: Mentions of violent murders

“Dinner’s here!” Dean called, his voice echoing through the halls of the bunker. You emerged from your room almost immediately, heading towards the grumbling sound of your brothers talking in the kitchen. You could smell the pizza before you reached the room and ran in, spotting Sam pulling a slice from the box, Dean already halfway through with his piece.

“I hope you got fries,” you warned as you grabbed a paper plate, Dean instantly plopping a take out container in front of you. You smiled in victory and sat down next to Sam, the both of you facing Dean.

“So, we got a case,” Dean told you, his mouth full of food.

“Chew first, then speak,” you reminded him, earning an eye roll.

“This town in California. Lots of crazy things going on over there.”

“Crazy how?”

“Supernatural crazy, that’s for sure,” Sam chimed in. “We thought it was just werewolves at first, but when we dug a little deeper, we found a lot more.”

“Bodies found in the woods, teenagers missing, wolves spotted in public places,” Dean added.

“California doesn’t have wolves,” you stated.

“Exactly. It’s basically anything you wouldn’t expect from a small town that’s almost in the middle of nowhere,” Dean said.

“And get this - the FBI was sent there a few years back to research a string of murders, but they left after a while without finding anything,” Sam said, wiping his hands on a napkin before grabbing his laptop. “The reports didn’t say much, but the sheriff of the town was being watched. Actually, so was his son…” he trailed off, squinting his eyes at something he was reading. “His son was in the middle of the mess too. But I saw him somewhere else… here. Wow.” He clicked a button and turned the laptop around for you and Dean to see. He had searched the sheriff’s son’s name and found a list of cases that he was tangled in.

“Troublemaker,” you muttered, taking in the list in front of you. “So what’s the deal now?”

“Murders are happening again, but… this time they’re even more confusing. We don’t know what it is, but the victims all have the same injuries. They were all strangled, took a blow to the head, and had a slit throat. Each separate injury was fatal in itself. Whoever killed them really wanted them dead,” Sam explained. You let out a breath at the vulgarity of the situation.

“We wanna get going as soon as possible so nobody else dies. We’ll probably head out tomorrow morning. You good with that?” Dean asked, and you nodded at him, sticking a fry in your mouth.

“On to school number 24,” you joked, causing Dean to freeze up.

“Have you been counting?” He asked cautiously.

“No, I just like that number,” you laughed, watching his shoulders drop with ease. You were receiving your education from schools all over the country, and Dean hated it. He knew what it was like to keep transferring, how it was hard to make friends or even pass a grade when you knew you were going to be gone in a few weeks time. You didn’t mind it, though. You loved your brothers more than anything, and you wanted to stay with them on every hunt, even though they tried to keep you out of it most of the time. Besides, it was fun to meet different people and experience different towns. The best part was that you never cared what people thought of you, since you knew once you left you’d never see them again. You finished your pizza and stood up from the table.

“I’m gonna go pack my bag,” you informed, dumping your paper plate in the garbage and strolling towards your room.

Almost an hour had passed when you were sat on your bed, your duffel bag stuffed with clothes, shoes, and notebooks. Your family knew how to pack light, considering you basically lived on the road, so having only one bag was plenty. There was a soft knock on your door before Dean peeked his head in.

“Hey, kiddo. Can I come in?” he asked, and you gestured for him to enter, moving the bag over so he could join you. His emerald eyes were tired and watching you with a hint of regret.

“What’s up?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowed. He hesitated before responding.

“Are you good with us leaving again? ‘Cause we’ve made the bunker our home, and it’s really a pain to keep switching schools, so if you want to stay behind, you can. I don’t have a problem with that. You don’t have to keep stopping your life to follow us around the country,” Dean told you, guilt apparent in his features. You sighed, upset to see him in such a manner. Your brother had a rough childhood. You weren’t there to witness it, but it was evident in almost every encounter he had with you. Sam used to tell you stories about how your father treated them while they were kids, and it made your stomach churn. He had been completely different with you during the few years he was alive to take care of you. Once he passed, Dean swore to let you have a normal life, even though you knew that hunting was inevitable for the Winchesters.

“Dean, it’s okay. I like traveling. I don’t mind switching schools. I’d rather be you guys than stay here alone. Our job is important, no matter the price we have to pay,” you said.

“I know, but when you said that at dinner, I-”

“I was joking! Dean, I was making light of the situation. I really don’t mind. I promise,” you insisted. He glanced at you for a few seconds before pulling you into a hug.

“Okay. We’re gonna leave at eight o’clock tomorrow. Get some sleep,” he told you, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Goodnight, Dean.” You watched him walk towards you door.

“Night, sweetheart,” he smiled, closing the door behind him.

****

The three of you met in the hallway at eight on the dot, everyone sporting a flannel and gripping a packed duffel bag.

“Wow,” you giggled. “I wonder if we’re related.” Your brothers dismissed your joke with a chuckle as they headed towards the Impala, leaving you to trail behind. You put your bag in the trunk first and climbed into the backseat, making yourself comfortable as your brothers packed the rest of the stuff and settled into the car.

“Alright, let’s go,” Dean said as he started the car.

“How long will the drive be?” you asked once you were on the road.

“Twenty-four hours,” Sam answered, laughing when you groaned loudly. “Don’t worry, we’ll drive as much as we can today and stop somewhere for the night. You might as well go to sleep for a bit to pass the time.” You agreed to that, grabbing one of Dean’s jackets from the floor to use as a pillow. You suddenly remembered you didn’t even know exactly where you were headed.

“I forgot to ask. What town are we going to?” Dean looked over his shoulder to respond.

“Beacon Hills.”


**I’m not really sure what I want to do with this, but I had an idea and I wanted to write it! I don’t know how long I’ll make it, but please leave some feedback!**