dean's little sister

Daddy's Girl

Description: The Winchester’s little sister handles the grief of her dead father, and hopes to keep his perfect image of herself intact.

Sam and Dean x sister!reader, mentions of John Winchester

Warnings: None that I can remember, except some fighting?

A/N: This was not the one I was planning on writing and posting but here it is! I hope you all like it, and thank you so much for your support! Let me know if you would like to request something, or you would like to be added to the tags! 😊

Tags: @winchesters-favorite-girl @percussiongirl2017


       You were pulling yourself from the ground. The fist of a girl a grade above you had slammed into your shoulder, and the prying hands of her groupies had shoved you to the ground. You stood up with a slight stagger, and shook your limbs to knock your instincts to tear her throat out off. She smiled devilishly at you, and you could hear your Dad’s voice in your head. Y/N be brave for me, and remember you are the thing that holds those two boys together.

The crowd around you was watching, and hanging on to every quiver your bruised limbs made. That’s when your hands shook, and you could hear their laughter as loud as the ringing in your ears. You saw his face, his eyes, his smile. He was gone now, and you were alone. He wouldn’t come driving up in his impala, he wouldn’t come save you from this, or help clean you up. You were not going to let him down though, you would continue to hold everything together. You would stay strong, and keep your brother’s heads above the bloody water. You would not create chaos or pain. You were going to continue to be the good girl, and push your emotions down. You were going to be strong without your father. You went to pick up your bag.

          “What’s the matter Winchester? Do you feel a little scared, want to run home to Daddy, you little-,” you suddenly looked up to face her.

Her preciously lined lips, with her plastic shaped nose, and perfectly placed hair. You couldn’t hear anything else except that one word. Daddy. Anger lined your skin with a new found red that wasn’t the shade of bruised. You charged at her, and brought her straight to the ground. You jammed your fist into her gut, and whipped the knife out of your boot. You popped the blade up into sight as you finally regained your senses. She was screaming, and someone was pulling you off her.

You quickly pushed the others off, and grabbed your bag. You ran off the school steps, and looked back. Teachers and supervisors were calling after you. Your body hurt from the beating you had taken, and tears stung your eyes. You stopped when you were little ways down the road. You slid the knife back into your boot, and placed your bag on your shoulders. You winced once the strap touched where she had thrown her fist. You took a breath, trying to calm your beating hard. The memory helped intensify the panic however, and you continued to walk down the road.

You replayed the images of the scene in your head. You had desperately tried to make friends, and get good grades. You were supposed to make your brothers happy and they seemed happy when you had those aspects of school in your life; after all, your life mission was to please your family. Your Dad had always said you were their care taker, and the glue that held them together. After he had passed, you tried harder than ever to please your brothers. You were the only one who hadn’t talked about your father’s death, whether that be to keep him alive in your mind, or to show how strong you were to your older brothers was unknown. You were supposed to be good, and you were supposed to be brave, like your father had said. You had failed today, and you let the rage of pain and anger flow through you and control your actions.

You were trying to dry your eyes as you entered the motel room. Your brothers were out, interview day was today. They were on a pretty tough case, and you three would be held up in this town for a few weeks. You went straight to the bathroom, looking at your bruised body. You slowly removed the clothes surrounding your bruises, and rinsed the blood off some of the scrapes. You were crying again, making the scar around your eye even more red. You slowly put on your clothes after bandaging up your injuries. You were in a lot of pain, and your eyes just wanted to close in exhaustion from the emotions and events of the day. You continued though, your father’s words echoing in your head. You had to be strong for Sam and Dean, and you had to hide what had happened. You emerged from the bathroom, and sat at the table. You pulled out your books, and papers.

You were trying to focus, but you had no strength to control the thoughts running through your head. You couldn’t go back to that school tomorrow. You couldn’t even face the outside world, and barely the one face you saw in the mirror. You had a handle on your tears, and continued to push through and finish your math problems. You were in the middle of an essay when your brothers walked through the door.

“Hey bunny,” Sam smiled.

 Dean dropped a bag next to your pile of books. You kept your face away from the light, and their vision lines. You continued writing, with the intention of greeting them but no words would form on your tongue. You heard your Dad’s voice in Sam’s, and Dean’s hand reminded you of your Dad’s hand. The brothers curiously tried to look at your face, but you just looked in the downward direction even more.

 “Y/N, look at me,” Dean said, starring at you from the other side of the table.

You quickly tried to make an escape to the bathroom but Sam stepped in front of you, and grabbed your face. His eyes widened, and you felt his body tense. Dean came around, and instant anger flashed into his green eyes.

“Who did this to you?” he demanded.

You shook your head and pushed Sam’s hands away. You had no ability to create sentences. Your Dad flashed into your mind.

“Y/N, what happened?” Sam asked, slightly demanding.

 You wished your dad were there, able to hold you, and help you regain the stick you needed to hold everything together. You looked back at your brothers, who’s faces held so much of your father. You started crying, and felt the sobs shake you inside and out. You were letting go. The grip you had on all the pain and grief of your father’s death suddenly escaping through the two little slits in your eyes.

 “I, I,” you started. The two brothers were suddenly shocked at this new emotion. “I miss Dad,” you cried out.

 Sam had tears in his eyes, as Dean starred at you in a helpless gaze. They both wrapped their bodies around yours. You were between them, and the warmth of their concern was making the tears come more rapidly. You weren’t supposed to be crying.

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               You were sitting on Sam’s lap as Dean knelt beside you. Your sobs had slowed and your eyes only watered now. The tears had made the cut around your eye painful, but in a cleansing way.

 “Little girl, you’re gonna be fine. Me and Sammy, we aren’t going anywhere, and Dad will always be looking out for you,” Dean stroked your cheek.

You closed your eyes and snuggled into Sam a little more. “You’re okay Y/N/N,” Sam cooed.

“Sammy, De?” you called out.

“Yeah baby?” Sam asked.

 “I’m so sorry,” you wiped your eyes, forgetting about the cut, and hissing.

“No, darlin’ we’re sorry,” Dean responded, getting up to get things to tend your cut.

“But I-,” you started.

 “No buts, baby you are so strong, and you never ever break. You’re allowed to snap sometimes. You’re allowed to have emotions and to feel sad. You’re allowed to miss Dad,” Sam said, stroking your hair. You nodded.

“Even though you have some nasty scars, I would say you won against those girls,” Dean smiled.

 Sam’s eyes went wide, “Dean she almost sliced a girl with a weapon she wasn’t even supposed to have!”.

Dean looked to you, as you shrunk a little. “Eh, you were always a Daddy’s girl, and he would’ve done the same,” he smiled.

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

Wanting it to End

Stuck into the Other World

A Good Big Brother

I was Alone

My Work

Fresh Start

How to Dodge

Small Christmas, Big Memories 

Long Hair

Always and Forever

What Kind of Feeling?

Caged

Double Attack

@guardianofthecrystal asked: Could you please do a story where Sam and Dean get a call from school to say their sister is in hospital after an asthma attack the school thought she was faking and how they deal with that and then a few weeks alter they get a call to say that their sister has put a load of kids in hospital after they tried to bully her about her asthma thanks!!

Pairings: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader

Warnings: Hospitals, fighting, swearing, sister!reader being sassy af

Word Count: 1,326

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Sam and Dean were in the middle of cleaning up the kitchen after lunch when Dean’s phone rang. “Who is it?” Sam asked. “I dunno, some random number.” Dean stared at his phone. “Well answer it.” Sam pried.

“Hello?” Dean answered

“Hi this is Kerri Williams from Central High School, I’m looking for Dean Winchester.”

“Speaking.”

“It says here that you are the legal guardian of Y/N Winchester, correct?”

“Yeah. Why what happened.” Dean spoke in a gruff voice.

“This morning, Y/N had an asthma attack-.”

“What! Is she okay?” Dean fretted.

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~ 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?”

An accident and the aftermath

It’s been a long day, little Y/N was already asleep when Sam buckled her into her car seat. “Buggy already asleep?” Dean asks as the two of them get into the car. Sam sits in the back with you, to keep you company amongst a few other reasons.

“Yeah.” Sam replies as he protectively wraps his arm around your small frame. You promptly lean your head against his chest. A few miles away from the bunker a car t-bones the door of the impala, causing Dean to loose traction as well as control of his car.

“You two okay?” Dean asks when the impala comes to a stop.

“I’m a bit banged up, otherwise okay. It’s (nickname) I’m worried about, she’s in rough shape Dean.” Sam answers worriedly. The eldest Winchester starts mentally chewing out the person that wrecked his car as well as hurt his five year old sister.

After the paramedics arrive everything is a bit of a blur, but time seems to stop when a nurse tells the brothers that their little sister is in critical condition as well as in a coma.

A day later, Cas shows up and does all he can to help you- which isn’t much. “I’m sorry I can’t do more.” He says sadly.

“It’s okay Cas, at least she’s not in critical condition anymore.” Dean answers as he gently rubs his thumb over your small knuckles.

It’s been three weeks and you show no sign of waking up. “I’m going to Bobby’s to fix up baby. Call me if something happens.” Dean says standing up, and as he grabs the keys. The car that is currently in use is one of the spare cars from the garage of the bunker.

“You know I will.” Sam answers as Dean leaves. He then sighs and moves your hair out of your face. “Guess it’s just me and you kiddo.” As expected you don’t make any form of response.
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-Meanwhile-
You were back where you started again. You sit on the ground and start to cry- you just want to go home but you can’t. Someone places a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Don’t cry cupcake; if you cry you’re going to make me cry.” Someone says. You look up and see a person with golden eyes and golden hair standing over you. His presence is comforting and for some reason he reminds you of Cas.

“Who are you?” You sniffle as the golden haired man sits down next to you.

“I’m a friend, and I want to help you.” The man then pulls out a lollipop out of nowhere. Before he unwraps it he offers it to you. “Want a piece?”

“Sammy says I shouldn’t take candy from strangers.” You softly answer. The man chuckles.

“I don’t blame the moose for that one- but I assure you, I’m not a stranger. I’m Gabriel, or Gabe if you prefer…” The golden eyed archangel notices how you still don’t trust him. So he decides to change tactics. “Your brothers and Cas sent me. They’re worried about you.” You wipe your runny nose with the back of your hand.

“I miss them and I wanna go home.” You look at Gabriel with watery eyes.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’ll get you home, I promise.”

“Pinkie promise?” You ask holding up your small pinkie. The golden eyed angel smiles as he wraps his pinkie around yours.

“Pinkie promise.”
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-Sam POV-
I turn on Y/N’s favorite Disney movie, praying for a miracle. Another reason why I turn on the movie is to get the song You Are My Sunshine out of my head. I look at the screen and smile to myself. The part that is playing is one of my sister’s all time favorite parts. “I can’t quote your favorite part of (favorite Disney movie) by myself Princess.” I say. The only response I get from Y/N is the beeping of her heart monitor.

Hours go by, different nurses stop by just doing their rounds. Good news is, is that Y/N’s condition is slowly improving, but she’s still in a coma. What I wouldn’t give to hear Y/N’s laugh, or see her beautiful (eye color) eyes right now. I gently squeeze my little sister’s hand. It’s extremely soft- insomuch I nearly miss it, but Y/N just squeezed my hand in return. I fish my phone out of my pocket and call my brother. “What’s happening Sammy?” Dean asks when he picks up.

“Y/N just squeezed my hand.” I reply.

“She squeezed your hand?”

“It was an incredibly soft squeeze, I mean it was so soft in I nearly missed it.”

“A squeeze is a squeeze…hey Sammy I need to go. Mind keeping me posted?”

“Of course. Talk to you later.”

“Later.” With that Dean hangs up. That was one of the quickest conversations that I’ve had with my brother- I’m also confused on what he meant by having to go. He more then likely wanted to get back to fixing his car or he had to use the restroom, it’s one of those two.
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-Your POV-
Gabe has kept his promise on helping you get home, but there hasn’t been any luck on actually getting you back to your brothers. “I’m never getting home.” You sniffle.

“Come on don’t talk like that. It might take a little bit but you’ll get home.” Gabe replies. “We’ll try again later, okay Cookie?” You simply nod in response.

“Why do you keep calling me food?” You randomly ask, you also tilt your head slightly in confusion. Causing Gabe to softly chuckle to himself.

“I’m not exactly calling you food- I’m calling you sugary snacks.” Your friend says as he pops a lollipop in his mouth. “Besides it wouldn’t be fair if I left you out of the mix- I call your brothers all sorts of nicknames.” You let out a small giggle in response. Your friend then offers you a lollipop and this time you accept the candy mainly because you know Gabriel would never hurt you. He’s almost as protective of you as your brothers and Cas.

After awhile Gabe asks if you’re ready to try again to get you home. Surprisingly you shake your head. “Thought you wanted to go home though.” Gabe comments right when you yawn and rub your eyes. “Oh…” you fall asleep against him. Gabe doesn’t let you sleep long though, and he gave you no explanation why he didn’t want you to sleep at the moment.
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-Sam POV-
Normally Dean and I switch off with who stays with Y/N at the hospital- but I haven’t seen my brother since this morning. So I have a feeling that’s not going to be happening tonight. Cas pops by with an angel I thought was dead. “I thought you were dead Gabe.” I comment.

“That wasn’t really my thing.” The archangel replies as he places two fingers on my little sister’s forehead using his grace to heal her. He mutters a few things under his breath. When he removes his fingers he smiles. “She’ll be okay and waking up soon.”

“Thank you Gabe.”

“You’re welcome- besides I like Y/N.” With that the archangel pops off. Leaving me to wonder about what he meant by that.
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-no one POV-
When you open your eyes, Sam doesn’t hesitate to call a nurse. About half an hour later you’re moved from ICU to a regular hospital room. “Sammy where’s De?” Little Y/N asks her (eye color) eyes have a bit of worry and fear in them.

“Want to talk to him?” Sam replies pulling out his phone. You nod as Sam dials his brother’s number.

“Hey Sammy, any changes?” Dean asks when he answers the phone.

“Yeah, Buggy’s going to be okay.” Sam answers looking at you, you smile a little bit in reply. “Also someone wants to talk to you.”

“Oh really who?”

“If I told you it would ruin the surprise.” Sam says before passing you the phone “Say hello.” Your brother gently encourages.
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-Dean POV-
I start to think that Sam hung up on me… but suddenly there I hear a voice on the other line that I haven’t heard in weeks. “Hello?” The person on the other end is my baby sister.

“Hey Baby bug.” I answer standing up and walking away from baby. I’m also trying not to cry at the moment.

“De!” She happily squeaks. I chuckle to myself.

“Whatcha doing kiddo?”

“Sammy put in a movie for me.”

“Did he now, what one is it?”

“(Favorite Disney movie.)” A smile forms on my face.

“Did I miss your favorite part?”

“Uh-huh.”

“That’s okay… hey Buggy could you do me a favor, and give the phone back to Sammy?”

“Otay… love you De.”

“Love you too (Nickname).”
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-No one’s POV-
Once Y/N is released from the hospital she gets all sorts of confused when she doesn’t see the impala. “That not De’s car.” You say.

“Don’t remind me.” Dean replies, as he climbs into the driver’s seat leaving Sam to help you with your car seat. Before San can sit in the passenger seat you give him the puppy dog eyes asking him to sit in the back with you. You would’ve done it to Dean but he was in the driver’s seat before you could even ask him.

“Not today squirt… besides, you’ve got Cas to keep you company.” Sam says when he’s done buckling you in and when he sees the trenchcoat wearing angel sitting next to you.

On the way back to the bunker you fall asleep against Cas- car rides always puts you to sleep. The angel becomes confused on why he is suddenly being used as a pillow. “Is this normal?” Cas asks gesturing towards you.

“Nine times out of ten yes- but mind keeping an eye on her? Rather not take her back to the hospital because she fell back into a coma.” Sam answers.

“She’s just asleep.” Cas replies as he removes his fingers from your forehead. “She’ll be fine.”

For the first few weeks of you being back home at the bunker, your brothers take turns of keeping an eye on you throughout the night- just to be sure you don’t fall back into a coma.
You’ve given both of your brothers a fair share of heart attacks- mainly because when you get nightmares you always go to one of your brother’s rooms… and you never really go to the brother who is keeping an eye on you that night.
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It’s Dean’s turn to keep an eye on you- and the hinges on his door softly squeak open waking him up slightly. He tiredly reaches for the gun under his pillow before turning to see who opened the door- it’s just you and your stuffed animal friend. “Why are you still awake kiddo?” Dean asks with a yawn.

“Scary dream.” You reply softly, you then say you stayed with Sam the last time you had a nightmare. Dean disguises a chuckle as a yawn, before making room for you. You then crawl under the covers and snuggle next to your brother absorbing his warmth.

“Night munchkin.” Dean says as he kisses the crown of your head- yeah you’re going to be just fine. Baby on the other hand isn’t going to be roadworthy any time soon… much to Dean’s annoyance. Even though he’ll never admit it, he would rather have his baby destroyed, but his family is alive; than the the other way around… a car can always be rebuilt; however the pain of losing someone that you love is like a wound that never wants to close… a wound that always finds away how to open after one is positive that it’s healed.

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Darkness Behind The Door

Request: Hi! I loved your oneshots and I was wondering if you could do like a depressed!reader where the reader doesn’t come out of her room for a while and something is really wrong. And could the reader be like 16? Thank you! 💜

Pairings: Sam x sister!reader (depressed!reader) ,  Dean x sister!reader (depressed!reader)

Warnings: DEPRESSION!

A/N: This was a lot deeper than I thought I was going to go with it, and I really hope you like it! If not let me know, and I will totally write you a new one and/or fix this one up to make it better! Thank you for being my first request! I really enjoyed writing for you!

A/N 2: If any of you ever need to talk, please message me, or send in an ask because none of you are alone! IT IS TOTALLY OKAY NOT TO BE OKAY and I am always willing to help you all through your tough stuff! I love you all! Thank you for all the support, and make sure you know I am here, and ready to support you too! 😊

Tags: @percussiongirl2017 @metaphysicalmisha @winchesters-favorite-girl @sisterwinchesterwriter

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The Winchester boys were on another hunt. Something simple, yet dangerous enough to make you worry. Usually, you would be pacing the floors of each room, waiting for a text message or phone call. The message from one of the two would let your heart ease back into its normal beating patterns and you would wait up for the familiar noise of the engine hum from the car. You would wrap your arms around them tiredly, but never letting into the drooping eyelids want for sleep. Your boys would return to you, and you would be at peace.

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Imagine being the Winchesters' little sister and telling them you're pregnant.

Originally posted by sam-and-dean-winchesters

“What do you mean you’re pregnant?” your older brother, Dean, hissed as you slowly held up the small white stick. Tears streamed down your cheeks and stained your loose t-shirt. Anything tight would have shown the weight gain and the small bump forming on your abdomen.

“I-I’m sorry…Guys, he used a condom…I don’t know how…”

“Oh, well, it’s a little too late to make sure that it didn’t break! I know exactly how it happened! If you wouldn’t have been whoring around you wouldn’t be in this situation!” The volume of Dean’s voice was enough to rattle the walls and wreck your nerves.

“Dean,” Sam started, “calm down! There is nothing we can do! Look at her! She’s scared, she’s worried, she’s crumbling down in front of us!” Green eyes shot your way, but fury covered the sweetness that was once there.

“Well at least tell me you know who the boy is,” Dean sighed but stopped when your face drained of color. “You son of a bitch! I thought you were smarter than this!” Even Sam Winchester, the master of staying calm, was beginning to grow irritated. His arms were crossed and his stance grew into one that mocked a deranged killer ready to attack. 

“When did this happen?” Sam demanded.

“W-When I went to watch a movie with a friend of mine…We didn’t go to the theater that night…”

The youngest Winchester brother sighed and pulled at his hair. “How long are you?”

With a trembling lip, you lifted up your shirt to reveal a small but growing bump before hugging your arms around it protectively. “16 weeks…”

So here you were…16 weeks pregnant at only 16 with no idea who the father could have been. The party was supposed to be a great memory but now it was only a huge regret. Love, though, was already too strong to break your bond with your unborn child. No harm would ever come to this child…no matter how hard things got…

Long Lost Brothers

I just thought of this idea today in class and I really want to make it into a series where the reader is the winchesters long lost half sister and they go to her school as FBI agents to interview people about a hunt and they question her and find out that it’s their sister.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, sister!reader

Word Count: 1,090

Originally posted by myheartofmusic

You were in school the day after the big incident. You thought school would be canceled but to your surprise you still had to go. Three kids from your school were missing and for some reason, the school never thought to cancel, not thinking that the kidnapper could come back to snatch more kids away. You knew who the culprit was, since you were a hunter. It was a shapeshifter, you had looked in on it recently. 

Hunting alone was hard. Your parents were hunters but since they died, you were alone, unless you got help from friends who were hunters. 

There were police, walking around the school all day, talking to faculty and staff. You were excused from history class to get something from your locker when you passed two FBI agents in the hall, both of you saying hi and carrying on. 

Sam looked behind him, seeing you walk away and turning back to Dean. “What is it?” Dean asked, noticing Sam paying attention to you. “Uh… nothing.” Sam stuttered. 

…………….

It was your last class of the day and you had study hall, your favorite. You sat in one of the study rooms in the library, talking with some of your friends, since none of you had homework to do. You glanced at the same two FBI agents you saw earlier as they entered the library. They approached one of your teachers, taking out their badges and talking. You continued to talk to your friends, laughing and joking around. 

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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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Teddy bear

Pairing: dean x little sister! Reader Sam x little sister! Reader

A/N: I don’t know how this story came but I like it personally. I hope you guys like it to. O and I’m getting better. I get more ideas for some fics and there are going to be imagine. So I keep you guys updated.


“De-?” You asked your 12 year old brother. “I can’t find my teddy bear” you said with tears in your eyes.

You put you teddy bear somewhere but you don’t remember where. Your teddy bear was your everything you can’t sleep without it. John bought it for you when you turned 2. You was so happy with it that you bring it everywhere with you.

“Where did you last see it?” Dean asked and kneeled down to your height. You just lift up your shoulders. Tears where building up in your eyes and right away you was in deans arms. “Shhh, we are going to find it alright. We going to get Sam and then we are going to look for your teddy.” You nodded.

Sam was lying on the bed with a book in his hand from school. He looked away from his book and saw that you looked at him with tears in your eyes. “Y/N what wrong?” He asked.

“I can’t find teddy. Do you want to help to find him? De is going to look for it to.” You said. Your brother nodded and right away the three of you where busy looking in the motel room.

You looked everywhere but you couldn’t find it. It’s was almost bed time for you but you can’t sleep with out it. Tears where building up again. Dean hugged you tight. “We are going to find it alright. But you need to go to bed now.” You shook your head. You didn’t want to sleep with out teddy. “Come let lay down and maybe you see him tomorrow next to you. Maybe he thought I’m going on a adventure with dad. Come go to sleep and then he is back again alright.” You nodded and let sleep take over.

Later that night john came in the room. Dean didn’t sleep until john came back. He rushed to the impala to look for your teddy bear. And their he is on the backseat of the impala. He came back in the room and put it next to you. John looked confused but he was to tired to ask it and goes to sleep. Dean did the same next to you.

The next morning you felt a soft thing next to you. You opened your eyes and found your teddy next to you. You jumped up and waked up dean. “De! De! He is back!” Dean opened his eyes and saw a big smile on your face again.

“Just like I was saying he come back tomorrow.” The smile on your face was never going to get away. He stepped out bed and looked at you happy body playing with your teddy.

“How did you know that it was in dad car?” Sam asked.

“I remember that Y/N fell in sleep in the car and forgot her teddy bear bring with her inside.” Dean said. “And I just the best big brother in the world.” He said proud. Sam shook his head and walked away from him. Dean looked to you with a proud face. “I hope that it can be this all the time.”

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Happy Birthday, Sam!

Characters: Sam, Little sister!reader, Dean, Jess, John [mentioned]

Words: 2600+

A/N: So I started writing this today, without any idea in mind at all, because I completely forgot it was May 2nd today (yes it’s been a lot lately haha. In my head it’s like a month left to May, but apparently not). I just finished writing this and it’s getting kinda late, so I apologize if there’s any errors and stuff. Also, the first two parts are flashbacks, kind of. Hopefully it’ll make sense.

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Your name: submit What is this?

You love birthdays. Always had, ever since you were a kid. And although it was fun to have your own birthday, you mostly meant other people’s birthdays. You just loved seeing smiles on their faces as you tried your best to make their special day, just that, special. It surely was something magical about that.


”(Y/N)?” Dean whispered, as his hands gently shook your narrow shoulders to awake you.

You tiredly rubbed your eyes with your fists, blinking hard to regain your vision, wanting to return to the dreamland with blue skies, funny-shaped cotton candy-like clouds and all kinds of pretty, colorful animals including unicorns with rainbow mane and tails.

”Come on,” Dean whispered again, helping you sit up in the bed. ”We gotta surprise Sammy!”

You remembered, and instantly you were wide awake and alert. Sammy’s birthday.

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Phone Call Away

Request: Hello!!! So I was wondering if you could do a little sister winchester fic where the sister is having a bad day in terms of depression and Sam is at college so she calls dean who’s on a hunt because she’s afraid of what she might do to herself…if that’s too dark I understand if you don’t want to! Anyways I love your writing! Sorry for the long message!

A/N: Hello there love! Thank you for this daring request! I know this isn’t exactly like what you and requested, but I thought it was interesting to play around with the phone call concept, and the whole Sam off at college! If you dislike it, let me know and I will totally write you something new, or edit this one to make it the way you want it! I love you, and to all my boos ALWAYS KEEP FIGHTING! My inbox and PMs are always open, and I am relatively active so please feel free to talk to me about anything you need too, or if you just want to vent!

Reminder that requests and the tag lists are open!

WARNING THIS CONTENT COULD BE TRIGGERING SO PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION IF YOU STRUGGLE WITH SELF HARM/SUICIDAL THOUGHTS/ DEPRESSION!

Also by no means am I implying all depression leads to suicide or self harm I am truly going with what I found the nature of the request to be! Everyone struggles differently, and I am so so so proud of you all for making it this far! Keep it up! You can do it!

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“Y/N!” a brother screamed. Tears rushing down his cheeks, wanting nothing more but to somehow heal you.

“D-D-Dean,” you sputtered out, just as the impala’s engine had sputtered out that horrific noise early that morning.

“Baby girl hold on, hold on,” he cried, gripping you in his lap, trying to reach for the phone all at once. His fingers moved over the screen of the phone, hoping to somehow type in the unfamiliar number of his lost brother without looking. His cheeks were red, tears scarring them with a new-found color that shaded the skin even more.

Fumbling and holding onto his baby sister’s, your, form he finally got the number correctly indented into the screen, and pressed the fold up to his ear.

A groan answered before a small and breathy “Hello”.

“Sammy, Sam, she’s, it’s my,” Dean spat as he spoke, trying not to choke on the air entering and exiting his throat at the same time.

“Dean? Slow down, what’s going on?” he still had the boyishly charming voice, even when in the confusion of a cold night.

“Sam, it’s our little sister,” he cried out, “Its Y/N”.

With a panic lacing over the conversation, and agreement to meet at the nearest hospital to Dean was made. A soft sense of comfort was felt, knowing the two would be at the same place once again.

Dean gripped your unsteady form, and drove you to the nearest hospital. Workers and unfamiliar hands gripped your bloodied wrists, and a latex filled the nostrils of your unconscious form. Your brother followed the stretcher that held your small body. He pushed past many of the same arms that tried holding him back, stating they needed room to work.

You were his responsibility, it was always known he was to look out for you. He had failed with Sam, and he was now off at some college, learning how to live some white-picketed fenced job and partying with alcohol instead of using it to clean wounds. He had now failed with you, letting a darkness fill your mind and create a hostile environment through your veins. He let your depression win.

You had called him earlier that morning. He had left your fast food bagged breakfast on the hotel table. He had written the note as always, stating his location and that he would be back in two days. He planned on finishing a hunt, per his father’s orders, and then heading back to you.

The call had been crackled, and disoriented as you asked him to come back. Without an actual reason for return Dean continued on, not understanding that the demons that took shelter in your mind, the one tormenting his baby, his little sister, had conjured up another torture of sadness, and a feeling of an emptied vessel. With pure intention, he ignored your plead for his return, and he moved on down the road, promising to be home later that night instead of on a few days.

As he was gone, your mind played with you, and led you to the bathroom. You had not known things were as far along as they were. You wanted it to end, you were tired. Oh, so tired.

You found the razor blades, making thin lines appear red as you prayed, wishing Dean would have listened to you. Everything you had feared you would do seeped through your tears and onto the counter.

But the thoughts kept playing with your soul, and the thoughts of an absent father and two brothers made you feel w o r t h l e s s.

That’s when one line smeared into five, and then continued on. Soon you were on the floor, leaving all behind, when your eldest brother paced into the bathroom. He gripped your wrists, and pulled you into his lap.

This led to the current position of his stress, and a car holding a slightly younger, but just as mature, man flying down highways.

Arriving at three in the morning, Sam rushed into the emergency room, watching the hustle and bustle flow throughout the hallways. He spotted his brother pacing outside a room, and just beyond his scruff form a smaller, but not as small as he remembered, girl laying in the bed. Her eyes shut, looking an eerie peaceful, almost as if this was not the peace she needed.

His eyes fill with tears identical to those that his brother had before. He moves in closer to his brother, Dean, who he hasn’t see in three years. He stands awkwardly, hoping the tears will dry so the new memory his brother will embed into his mind won’t be a distorted image of him crying. He’s grown now, and needs to pull through emotions in order to help with this, is baby sister laying on a hospital bed.

“Sammy,” a gruff, and broken voice calls out.

“It’s Sam,” he sighs, realizing this isn’t the time to correct a childhood habit.

“Right.”

“So, she, uh, was having a rough day?” Sam asked, trying to comprehend the sights and smells of the surrounding.

Dean looked at his younger brother. “No, she was having a horrible day and we weren’t there!” he whisper yelled, tears forming again.

“I mean, I couldn’t really be there,” Sam replied.

Dean looked at him, wide eyed, “Oh, you couldn’t huh?” his voice grew louder, “You couldn’t call in and check on the only beautiful thing in this world? You couldn’t call in and ask her how she was doing, or better yet ask her to come visit? You couldn’t be damn brother to the only important thing this chaos has given us?” Dean started, catching his sobs.

Sam looked to the corner of his vision, fighting the tears, “Damn it Sammy, or Sam, whoever the hell you are. You couldn’t be a damn brother to your own baby sister and when I call asking for you to help me watch her possibly die you come in saying you couldn’t get to her when you…we both…could have been there,” Dean placed his hands on his head, swaying to the other side.

“I’m saying-,” but Sam was cut off by a doctor.

“Excuse me? Are you the guardian of Y/N Winchester?” the man asked. His clean-cut garments suggested he had not touched their sister’s wrists.

Both nodded, and Dean stepped forward, leaving Sam slightly behind.

“Your sister is in a state of unconsciousness. She did not do severe damage to any veins or arteries. Both the loss of blood and amount of stress the body was trying to compensate for made her collapse. She will be under surveillance until she wakes up, you both are welcome to stay with her,” he smiled, and lightly touched the arm of Sam, “However, she may, and most likely will need to undergo treatment for-,” but Dean interrupted him.

“Thanks doc, we’ll talk about that later”. The doctor nodded, and headed off down the hall. “This discussion is not over,” Dean pointed towards Sam, and then entered the room his little sister laid in.

Sam placed his head against the glassed window, and looked up to the ceiling. He was lost in thought until he felt a slight vibration in the pocket of his jeans. Hoping for an excuse to recede out of his own mind, he flipped open the small device.

“Hey babe,” he sighed, “She’s unconscious, but we may have bigger issues”.

Dear Diary

anon asked: could you please do a story where Sam and Dean find their sisters diary and when they read it they find out that she has a date that night and decided that they need to follow and supervise but don’t want her to know that they are but finally step in when they see their sister and the guy kiss please, i love your writing

Pairings: Dean x sister!reader / Sam x sister!reader

Word Count: 1,108

A/N: I literally stayed up for 2 hours and wrote this in one sitting. Oops. Thanks for 300 followers!!


“Have a good day!” Sam shouted as you went out the door to go to school.

“Is she gone?” Dean asked, popping out from behind the wall. “Yeah, why?” Sam asked, wondering why Dean cared so much.

“Because last night, I passed by her room and saw her writing in a notebook.” Dean informed.

“So? She was probably just doing homework.” Sam bluntly stated.

“Or…. she could have a diary or something.” Dean raised his eyebrows.

“Dude, she’s 17. I doubt she’d have a diary.” Sam rolled his eyes at his older brother.

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Renegades

Characters: Little sister!Reader, young Dean, young Sam, Bobby

Warnings: fluff, mentions of John’s crappy parenting, fluff, Winchester’s as kids, did I mention fluff?

Word count: 1k

Description: Back when the Winchester’s were young, they spent a lot of time at Bobby’s. Being the eldest meant that Dean was in charge of looking after his little brother and sister when Bobby wasn’t around. When one brother is being stroppy, who else is a little sister to turn to to play with?

A/N: I was super excited to write this! I’ve always loved the idea of seeing what life was like for the boys when they were little. This was written for @dreamin-of-somewhere-else ’s 2000 followers challenge and my prompt for this fic was the song Renegades by X Ambassadors (one of my fave songs ever). I hope you like it xx Masterlist

Dean’s age: 11

Sam’s age: 7

Y/N’s age: 4

Story:

“I got you Sammy!” Y/N squeals, running for cover behind the wheel of an old car.

“No you didn’t! You missed!” Sam whines, stomping his small foot on the ground.

“Yes I did, now you have to be dead!”

“You didn’t hit me so I’m not being dead! You weren’t dead when I hit you!” He folds his arms and huffs.

“Just be dead for a bit Sammy. You know she’s not gonna shut up about it until you do.” Dean points out, not looking up from the very real gun he’s cleaning.

“But… Argh fine!” Sam groans but does as he’s told, heading back to his base in the scrap yard. Dean rolls his eyes as Sam drags his scuffed trainers on the stony ground.

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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.

Brown Cardboard Box

Characters: Dean x sister!reader, Sam [mentioned], Lisa + Ben.

Words: 2400-ish.

[Previous character death.] - That’s the only warning I can think of really.

A/N: Hey guys! Guess who wrote a fic instead of studying for a Spanish test? Anyways, I started re-watching season 6, because I wanted watch a few souless!Sam episodes, and after 6x01 I got this idea. So the fic takes place in between season 5 and 6. 

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Your name: submit What is this?

Sometimes you imagined what it would be like if you didn’t live the life. Wondering. Making up your own little scenarios and such. How you would live in Lawrence, and how you would have actually grown up there, how you would maybe have a pet (probably a dog, satisfying Sam’s everlasting love for them), how you would have childhood friends, how you would do sports in school. How you would all graduate and then how you would go to college. Grow up. Meet a partner (hopefully). Maybe have a family of your own someday.

Now, in this very moment, you were standing here with a brown cardboard box in your embrace. A single brown cardboard box containing whatever sad excuse of a wardrobe you had, as well as the few things that actually were yours. Photos, diaries, a gun and so on. You were moving into your own place. You never thought the day would come.

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Secret Memory

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! :)

Tag(s): @winchesters-favorite-girl


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.

 The 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. 

Little 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.

As you 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.

You entered 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.

 “Dean,” you heaved out between trying to fill your lungs with oxygen. The images played over in your head.

“You think they can hear you scream?” a demon in a small woman’s body asked.

You 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 fled.

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.

You snapped 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,” you sighed.

 “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.

“Bunny, 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.

               You 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.

“No! 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.

“You’re 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.

 You then 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.

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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