Summary: Sam calls reader to babysit Dean after he’s cursed by a witch.
Word Count: 1776
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The screen lights up on your phone, Sam Winchester’s name flashing on the screen.This can’t be good, otherwise Sam would never, ever call you. Not after everything that happened. Should you answer? You don’t really want to dredge all that shit up. But if he’s calling, it’s important. You’re thumb hovers over the green button. It’s on the third ring before you decide to answer.
“(Y/N)? It’s me, Sam. Please, don’t hang up, just hear me out.”
“Thank…thank you. Listen, I wouldn’t be calling if I didn’t need help, you know that I wouldn’t. But I need you.”
You can’t figure out how Sam knows you’re in the area. You haven’t had contact with Dean or Sam for over year. Is he still keeping tabs on you through the hunter network? It’s touching in a way, you’ve always had a soft spot for Sammy. Truth is, you miss him.
Why the fuck are you driving to the motel right now? Why would you willingly put yourself in this position? Must be temporary insanity. It’s the only logical explanation. Maybe you should drive straight to the psych ward and check yourself in after this is over.
[I just read the Hot Topic Takeover tweets and I’m still screaming??? So I’ve compiled some notes for myself and misc. commentary under the cut! Feel free to ignore if you’ve already seen this done ^^ However, if you want to see me yell and/or cry about all this new-potentially-non-canon-Sammy-info, read on!]
*Sam always being the reasonable one to talk about things with
*Him bringing protective over you as much as Dean
*Long nights in Library discussing books with Sam
*Running to him whenever Dean pisses you off (And Oh Boy! Dean pisses you off a lot)
*Stealing his flannels for night shirts
*Him pretending to be mad, but he doesn’t mind
*Mocking him whenever you see something healthy on his plate
*Taking pleasure in teasing Dean with him
*Sharing a love for Harry Potter just like your brother
*You always and admiring how smart your big brother is
*When fixing supper, you fix up a salad just the way he likes it even though you and Dean won’t eat salad.
*Hearing him have nightmares about Jess, and you go into his room to comfort him.
* “I miss her so much, y/n/n. She never deserved to go out like that. It was all my fault.”
* “I know you miss her, Sammy.” carding your fingers through his hair, “She didn’t deserve that, but it wasn’t your fault. You need to forgive yourself for that, because I bet she did a long time ago.”
*His puppy dog eyes always manipulating you.
*Playing board games with Sam, while Dean goes out to the bar to hookup with a chick.
* “Go Fish!”, “I thought we were playing war?”
*Feeling accomplished whenever you get Sam to eat junk food with you.
*Loving your big brother so much because he’s the best
*Besides Dean, your the only one allowed to call him Sammy.
Dean starts being honest with Sam when Sam is asleep and it turns into a habit.
“You remember,” Dean begins conversationally, adjusting his grip on the steering wheel, “when we were young and dad was the one driving? I was never any good at sleeping in the car but as soon as we hit the road, you’d drop off right away against my shoulder in the backseat.
I remember that one winter — you must have been eight or nine… The heating didn’t work and we wrapped ourselves into that god-awful excuse of a blanket. It was so scratchy and stiff and literally did nothing to keep us warm, and you still managed to sleep like a dead person.”
He pauses, glancing over at his brother’s sleeping form. Curled into himself, his breath fogging up the window where he’s got the side of his face pressed against it, he makes the occasional sleep noise and barely even stirs when the car hits a pothole on the uneven road.
Dean can’t stop the smile that’s tugging at his mouth from growing wider so he doesn’t try, giving in to it instead.
It’s too easy to lull himself into a false sense of security. Even if the world is studiously headed for damnation, in these quiet moments, nighttime on the road, nothing to keep Dean company but the engine and his brother’s breathing, it’s easy to have hope. Hope that everything is going to work out after all in the end.
When Mary read John’s journal she found something odd in a certain page. The title written on the page was bolded and underline: WATCH THEM. Mary raised her eyebrow in confusion. Watch who? She straightened the crumbled page and began to read the entries.
April 13, 1994 (Sam 11, Dean 15)
I told Sam to stop sleeping with Dean, but the boy was so damn stubborn. I kept catching Sam holding onto Dean the next morning. It caught me by surprise with their closeness but I let it slide because Sam was close with his older brother. Still had to scold him for disobeying me, though.
October 26, 1995 (Sam 12, Dean 16)
Sam started to rebel against me, and I couldn’t have that. I didn’t do this for him to hate him. I just wanted Sam to understand that we weren’t safe, nowhere was safe for us. I just wanted my sons to be okay. Dean would always intervene when we began to argue. However, I have noticed something, Sam never yelled at Dean, instead he would cross his arms and sulk.
I didn’t like this one damn bit.
May 19, 1996 (Sam 13, Dean 17)
Dean went out tonight with a random girl. I allowed him since he’s a teenager and he needed to have a break from being stuck in a motel. I drank a couple of beers and watched t.v. since I couldn’t leave Sam alone. Not only that, but Sam had been angry all night and even snapped at me. I didn’t understand him sometimes. Lately, Sam has been moody and acting childish, I was beginning to think if it was Dean’s fault for spoiling him too much.
Dean returned from his date. I witnessed Sam running up to his brother and hugged him. Something churned in my stomach upon seeing them embrace each other. I had to drink a couple of more beers that night in order to forget what I just saw.
February 3, 1997 (Sam 14, Dean 18)
Today I saw Dean whispering to Sam in his ear and watched him turn bright red. I immediately separated them and demanded to know what Dean said. Sam responded with ‘he told me that his girlfriend’s younger sister has a crush on me, sir’. I laughed and shook my head. I was beginning to think that I was loosing my mind. I was seeing things that weren’t even there.
Later that day I told them no more sparring, having their bodies pressed with one another was something I couldn’t have them doing. It’s too risky.
September 14, 1998 (Sam 15, Dean 19)
Dean and I were hunting a siren in a small town, I left Sam behind since it was too dangerous. Dean accidentally fell for the siren’s trance, prompting me to kill the son of a bitch, but before I could Dean suddenly attacked me and tried to protect the siren as he shouted out, 'Don’t hurt Sam’! My eyes had widened in horror… Siren’s ability was to impersonate a loved one, someone you deeply desired. When Dean said Sam’s name… I nearly lost it.
June 22, 1999 (Sam 16, Dean 20)
I kept an eye on both of them from now on. Never once letting them out of my sight. I took Dean with me on every hunt now, Sam was old enough to be alone either way. I couldn’t tell my oldest son anything, he had no clue that I knew the truth. I’m not fully sure if there was anything even between them, but I needed to be more cautious. Sam’s mood had also rose, he had shouted at me and even threw my journal across the room. A part of me knew that Sam was angry because he was tired of the hunting life, but the other part of me knew was because he couldn’t see Dean anymore.
December 5, 2000 (Sam 17, Dean 21)
The first time I saw hickeys on Dean’s neck, I just knew it was not from a random girl. Not when Sam also had similar ones around his neck. No matter how hard I tried… both of them would sneak around. I started to wonder if it was somehow my fault. I never blamed Dean, maybe I should have, it seemed easier that way. Yet, it wouldn’t be fair. I left them alone a long time. Everything was all my fault and I couldn’t do a damn thing to stop it.
August 27, 2001 (Sam 18, Dean 22)
Sam left us. I told him to never come back once he stepped out. I couldn’t believe I told my son those harsh words. What kind of father was I? I went to the bar and drank so much alcohol that I passed out in the impala. Dean was no better. He was furious and wanted nothing more than to hunt all the monsters out there. Dean never once talked about Sam. It was just us now. Maybe it was better this way. Although, I knew Dean had his heart broken for the very first time.
March 16, 2002 (Sam 19, Dean 23)
I got after Dean today for being reckless. He almost could have gotten himself killed by the werewolf. What was he thinking? Then, I found him drunk in a bar, flirting with the bartender. Enough was enough. I dragged his ass out of the bar and drove back to the motel. What broke my heart was that he kept calling out for Sammy… I should’ve been disgusted by it, I knew Dean wasn’t saying it in a platonic way. But when he started to cry and say 'I miss you, Sammy. Why did you leave me? I thought you loved me’. I just couldn’t bring myself to get after Dean, or say anything at all. He was already suffering as it was.
Once finished, Mary began to cry as she read each entry again, she covered her mouth with her hand. Did her boys really love each other? She had never seen them act lovingly, no more than brothers. But if they fooled John for the first couple of years… Who was to say they wouldn’t do the same thing to Mary?
I hope this isn't too angst (I wanted to ask this yesterday, but was scared) but what if Sammy got some music deal and he has to be away from Susie for a year or two would he take it?
I’m gonna assume its some Hollywood deal because your ask implies he’d physically be far away rather than just not working in the studio. The studios on the east coast, Hollywood’s on the west, makes enough sense. Anyway he’d spend as long thinking about it as possible, and if he were an instinctive person he would have taken it immediately. When he finally gives his answer he’d decline it, because he’s got a pretty good thing going with the studio (as much as he hates to admit it) and he doesn’t want to leave everything he’s ever known, as well as Susie and his… “friends”, behind. It wouldn’t be an easy decision by any means, and he might find himself regretting it some days when Bendy drops a bucket of ink over his head or when he’s stressed over Joey’s expectations, but he’s honestly glad he stayed.))
Pairings:Dean x sister!winchester, Sam x sister!winchester
Warnings: arguing, being drunk, ANGST
Summary~With Sam having just left the family business to go to college, the Winchester family is a bit shaken. Dean, Y/N, and John deal with this difficult situation the best they can, but can the family business really go on without one of the esteemed members, Sam Winchester?
You couldn’t believe it. Sam Winchester, your big brother, was standing in front of you; he was right there! You almost started laughing.
“Y/N?” Sam asked in disbelief.
You sunk further into the couch. “Sam! I didn’t know you liked bars,” you were noticeably slurring your words, and Sam started to worry. Why were you in California, and why were you absolutely wasted?
“Hey Sam,” joy glinted in your Y/E/C eyes, “Did you know that cucumbers are fruit?”
“Uh, no, I didn’t- Y/N, What are you doing here?” he asked, a tinge of annoyance entering his stance.
Your bubbly drunk persona melted away. “No offence, Sam, but it’s not really your problem. I came here to get away from family, not to find another branch of it. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to my car,” you stumbled away from Sam and almost immediately fell flat on your face. “Urgh…”
“Y/N, you can’t drive in this state!” Sam instantly ran to your side, helping you up.
“Supposedly, I can’t do anything at all, because I’m too young and weak!” you cried.
Sam helped you to your feet. “What? Y/N, what are you talking about?”
You snorted. “Nothing bad.” The argument you’d had with Dean suddenly dropped all it’s weight onto your shoulders, and your features twisted in sadness immediately. “Well, nothing life-threatening.”
And of course Sam, being your ex-best friend/brother, understood instantly. “Oh. You had another fight with Dean, huh?”
“Yeah,” you mumbled, averting your gaze.
“Alright,” Sam announced, standing to his full, intimidating height, “Come on, bug. I’ll take you to my apartment, and I’ll call De-”
“No!” you stood suddenly, panic rushing through your veins. “You can’t- Don’t call Dean.”
Sam raised his eyebrows and folded his arms. “So, you still shy away from any conflict like it’s a disease, huh?”
“That’s not true,” you murmured and fell back into your seat on the comfy couch, “I just… I don’t want to talk to Dean.”
“Uh, huh.” Sam clicked his tongue. “Well, I was gonna let you come crash at my apartment until morning anyway, how does that sound?”
“Yeah, alright.” you stared at Sam, noticing something strange. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Your head tilted and your eyebrows furrowed as you fell deeper into thought.
“What is it? Y/N?”
Your face shifted from confusion to mischievousness comically fast. “I forgot how tall you were, Sammy,” you began to giggle, “You’re like a giant moose! Moo!”
Sam sighed. “Yeah, I forgot how difficult you got when you were drunk,” he picked you up, “Come on, bug. Let’s go.”
As soon as Sam held you, your eyes started to droop with drowsiness. Sam secured you as you rested your heavy head on his chest. He stepped outside into the cold. Sam thought about how complicated his entire life was, and how much pain it caused him and his family just so he could leave. He knew that he had most likely ruined his relationships with Y/N and Dean- He wasn’t too worried about dad- John was never much of a father, anyway. He walked towards his car, then placed you in the passenger seat. “Just wait here a second, Y/N, I have to go lock up, okay?”
You yawned, sleep’s gentle arms pulling you into dreamland. “Okay, Sammy.”
You saw him smile bitterly as he closed the car door, and then you were out cold.
Eventually, you came to, but not in a room you recognised. The bed was not yours, and it smelt nothing like Dean or the crappy motel rooms you spent eternities in. Why couldn’t you remember anything from last night? Oh God, you didn’t get kidnapped, did you? A bright light filtered through the blinds, burning your eyes. You looked around the bedroom to find pictures of Sam with people you didn’t recognise. Was this Sam’s room? Were you… in Stanford? Your memories began to return to you, like a trickling stream finding it’s way back to the ocean.
So you’d slept through the entire night, since Sam had found you in the bar. A digital clock on a bed stand was brought to your attention, informing you that it was almost 5pm, and you’d slept the entire day away. You groaned lowly as a throbbing sensation grew stronger, emanating from your skull. You brought your fingers to your temples, trying to massage away the pounding above your ears.
“Regretting last night’s decisions already?” Sam appeared in the doorway, with a mug in his hands.
“Don’t make me hit you, Sam,” you muttered.
He chuckled, a sound that made you feel happy and whole, as if nothing was wrong. As if he’d never left.
“Here, take this,” Sam handed you a few pills and a steaming hot coffee. He set the tray down on the bed stand and pushed a few of your stray hairs behind your ear. You smiled at him in thanks and drank your mixture of medicine and caffeine.
“So, what’s going on? Why did you run away?” concern flooded into Sam’s features.
“Dean was being a pig.” you stated.
“Like always, then?” Sam raised an eyebrow.
“More than usual, big brother,” you took a sip of your coffee. “I really missed you, Sammy. Things have been… tough without you.”
Sam looked away. “I’m sure you’ve all been dealing fine. After all, I was always the weakest link. Dad was probably glad I left so easily.”
You shot Sam a dirty look. “You know that’s not true, Sam. You’ve been gone a year, but it feels like a hundred. We need you back, Sammy. Helping people.”
Sam shook his head. “It’s not what I want to do,”
“It’s what you’re meant to do, Sam,” you murmured.
“This is exactly why I stopped talking to you all. You’ll just try and drag me back into the life! Well, guess what, I don’t want to hunt anymore. Get that through your thick skull,” he growled.
Anger started to bubble in your stomach. “So, what, you just wanna live some white fence, 2 and a half kids, apple pie life? You want to abandon your family? You want to leave innocent people to monsters? That’s not you, Sam.”
“You don’t know anything about me.” Sam snarled.
“Right. It’s not like I lived with you for 17 years!” you shrieked. Tears clawed their way down your face, leaving permanent stains on your soul. “You shouldn’t have brought me here.”
Sam’s shoulders tensed. “I’ll go call Dean.” He walked away.
You just couldn’t do anything right. First, you pushed away your eldest brother, who’d always looked after you. Now, you pushed away your second brother, simply because you held onto your past memories too tightly. The only thing you could do properly was hunting and hurting others. You stood from the bed, wiped your tears away, and collected all your things. Sam and Dean were only going to make you feel worse.
Staying with Dean was a bad idea; you couldn’t stay with Sam unless you were drunk, and dad would already be angry enough. The only option was to be alone. You wrote a quick note to ensure Sam and Dean would leave you alone. Quietly, you sneaked out of Sam’s room to his living room, where you heard his muffled voice from a different room. You shot out of his apartment, running out to the car park. Just as you got into a car, Sam appeared at the front entrance, looking around frantically for you. With fear fuelling you, you started to hot-wire the car. Finally, it started up, and that was when Sam noticed you.
“Y/N! Wait, please!” he yelled after you.
You accelerated. That was what you did best, after all. Run. You looked in your mirror, Sam’s lonely figure standing there. And suddenly you knew that you’d made a terrible mistake by ever leaving.
Dad, Sam, and Dean were some of the best hunters in America. How were you going to outrun these talented trackers? How were you going to outrun your family?
You were in the kitchen making dinner when you heard the front door open and shut. Smiling to yourself, you waited for the screech of your toddler seeing her dad for the first time in two weeks. You heard the boot falls making their way into the house and could almost see her standing on the couch to turn and look into the hallway. She had been playing on the couch and watching Word World.
You flinched a bit, with a smile at how loud she was. Then it registered what she said. Uncle Dean. You only heard one pair of boots. Where was Sam? Panic started to set in as you put the knife down and washed your hands quick.
“Hey, little Princess.” You could hear his smile, then a groan of pain as she ran into him. “Careful, Uncle Dean is pretty sore today.”
“BooBoo?” You walked out just as she looked up at him with her beautiful, big round hazel eyes.
“Yeah, I got a few booboos.” He chuckled.
“I help! I make better!” She let go and ran for the bathroom. “Mama! Unca De here.” She grinned as she ran past.