Pairing: Dean x Reader
Request: “Could You Write Something Where The Reader Pretty Much Grows Up With The Winchesters And Her Mom Dies And So They Basically Adopt Her And The Reader Develops Feelings For Dean But Doesn’t Think He Feels The Same Way About Her? Thank You!”
Warnings: Mild swearing, death, mentions of sex.
Word Count: 2009
Notes: Since you didn’t really specify any ending I just winged it, hope you enjoy anon! -Dani (You’re welcome for proofreading this, Dani! -Lottie) (Also Y/M/N means “your mom’s name”)
“Sammy! Sammy!” A 10 year old Y/N called out jumping out of a truck and running over to hug a 9 year old Sam Winchester. You were a year older than Sam but you two got along well. Like siblings.
“My name is Sam. Only Dean calls me Sammy.” He said while hugging you.
“Why can’t I call you Sammy? Aren’t we family.” you pouted while straining your neck to look up at Sam who was already a head taller than you.
“Of course you’re family Y/N.” An 13 year old Dean spoke walking out of a motel room door, John following close behind. John walked up to you mom and pulled her into a hug.
Your mom was a hunter who had met John on a hunt when you were still a baby. Your mom and John hit it off and since then you had been following your mom and John around on hunts growing up with Sam, Dean in motel rooms and going to the same schools.
This time John called your mom about a vamp nest in Wyoming so you and your mom packed your bags and head out to Wyoming.
“Y/M/N! How’s life been treating ya?” He asked. Your mom pulled away and leaned against the truck. “Ah same old same old.” she smiled.
You, Sam and Dean walked back to one of the motel rooms. This was normal for the three of you. Your mom and John would stay in one room, and you and the brothers stayed in the motel room next to them.
Normally you three shared one bed so the cost would be cheaper. You always slept in between the brothers because you were too scared to sleep on the sides of the bed. They always let you sleep in the middle without any complaints anyway.
That night John and your mom left you and Sammy alone with Dean to watch you two while they went out chasing the nest.
Dean made mac-and-cheese while you and Sam watched crap TV.
You were the first to take a shower and crawl into bed. By the time Sam finished showering you were already asleep, curled into a ball.
After Dean finished his shower he and Sam crawled into bed on either side of you.
“Hey Dean?” Sam whispered.
“Yeah Sam?” Dean replied.
“Do you like Y/N?” Sam asked.
“Ew what? She’s like 10. That a three-year age difference!” Dean replied, almost too quickly.
“No, stupid! Like as family?” Sam said.
“Oh… yeah I do.” Dean said.
“I do too.” Sam said while yawning and rolling onto his side. “Night Dean.”
Dean rolled onto his side, looking at you. “Night Sammy… you too, Y/N.” he whispered.
You were laying, curled in a ball, under the blankets of your motel room bed. You sneezed and groaned. You and Sam had come down with the flu and because John and your mom were out hunting something, Dean to take care of the both of you.
“Dean, do we have chicken soup?” Sam asked.
“Yes. I’m making it now.” Dean replied.
You we’re in the other bed, you were almost asleep but not quite. Your stomach wasn’t feeling well. You kept groaning, holding your stomach curled in a ball. You were almost asleep when you suddenly felt sick. You ran out of bed suddenly ran into the bathroom, slamming the door behind you.
You threw up in the toilet while crying. You hated throwing up, and you haven’t slept for 24 hours. You stayed curled over the toilet crying when you heard a knock at the door and a frantic voice calling you.
“Y/N? Are you ok? What’s going on?” Dean called you.
You just sobbed, you head hanging over the toilet. The door started to creak open.
“Don’t come in. It’s embarrassing.” You cried. You felt a hand start to rub circles in your back.
“Y/N don’t be stupid. Everyone gets sick.” He said in a calming voice.
“But I hate throwing up.” You sobbed.
“Everyone throws up.” He said. “I’ll start a bath for you.”
“Thanks Dean…” You smiled, watching him.
“Dean?” Y/N whispered.
“What Y/N” Dean said, rolling over to face you. Sam was already taking up half the bed. You had woken up on the ground multiple times the past month.
John has suggested that you sleep in the same bed as Dean instead now instead of Sam.
You didn’t mind, Dean seemed weird about it though. You we’re excited about it, you felt giddy around Dean. Like you had butterflies in your stomach when around him.
“Do you think our parents are together?” You asked.
Dean looked shocked at first but looked concerned shortly after.
“What do you mean?” He asked.
“Like hooking up, idiot.” You frowned.
“Y/N! Where the hell did you learn that phrase?” He whisper-yelled.
“I’m 13, I’m in 8th grade. I go into high school next year!” You whisper-yelled back.
“Right… right. Well, yeah. Yeah they are.” He said.
“Do you think they’ll ever get married.” You asked.
“I don’t know. I really don’t.” He said.
“If they did, we’d be brother and sister.” You said.
“Half siblings.” He corrected you.
“Yeah.” You said, yawning. “I’m tired.” You hugged Dean, burying your head into his shirt. You fell asleep not long after.
“Y/N run!” You heard your mom’s voice in your head over and over again.
You didn’t know how long it had been since hiding in the back of your mom’s truck under blankets to hide you. Your mom was hunting something called the yellow eyed demon with John. John had gone ahead and your mom decided to check out a vampire case on the way.
It must have been 30 minutes by now. You sobbed to yourself, replaying the image of your mom on the ceiling, her stomach cut open and bleeding in the house the vampires were in.
A man with glowing yellow eyes surrounded in darkness glanced at you before she burst into flames. You gasped, crawling back on the floor and running out of the house as fast as your could.
The last thing you could hear was a male voice. “Let her go… for now.”
You sat, rocking and humming trying to calm yourself down.
“Where’s that stupid bitch’s kid?” You heard a voice outside the truck speak. You quickly stopped crying, covering your mouth and biting down on your hand, trying to be silent.
After what felt like forever, the voices disappeared. You leaned back and sighed in relief when you felt something in your pocket.
You reached into your back pocket and pulled out your phone while quickly dialing a number.
After a couple rings they picked up.
“Hello?” The voice answered
“Dean?” You whispered.
“Hey.” you sighed, getting into the front seat of the truck. Sam followed behind. Dean was driving what used to be your mom’s truck. Ever since your mom’s death, John had basically adopted you. John didn’t take your mom’s death too well either. Looking back on it, they were definitely hooking up, and were possibly more than that. Dean dropped you and Sam off at your school and picked you up at the end of the day. When he wasn’t doing that he was either researching or sneaking into a bar somewhere.
“Hey, how was school?” He asked you. You just sat, looking out the window.
“It was fine.” Sam answered. You stayed silent the whole car ride back to the motel.
“I’m going to a party with some friends tonight.” You said after walking into the bathroom and locking the door behind you.
“Excuse me, you’re what?” Dean asked, pounding on the door.
Sam just sat on the motel bed, watching as Dean yelled at your through the bathroom door.
“Y/N! I’m coming in!” He yelled before breaking the door and slamming it open.
When he got in the bathroom door was open, your school clothes were on the ground, and you we’re nowhere to be seen.
“God DAMMIT Y/N!” Dean punched the wall in anger. He winced and held his fist in his other hand.
“Dean, she hasn’t been taking her mom’s death well. Maybe we should just let her grieve.” Sam said.
“NO… no. She needs to be here. Not out screwing some guy!” Dean yelled. “Get in the car, were going to find her.”
After hours of searching for you they found you around 1 A.M. at some party. You were literally in the middle of hooking up with some guy.
“DEAN WHAT THE FUCK.” You yelled, pulling your skirt back up.
“C’mon. We’re leaving.” Dean said gruffly, grabbing you by your arm and dragging you out of the house. When you got out to the car you yanked your arm out of his grip.
“What the hell is wrong with you Dean?!” You screamed.
“What the hell wrong with you? Going out to some party with some guy and you’re fucking him?” Dean yelled.
“How is that any different from you going out and fucking any girl who stands still long enough? HUH?” You felt tears welling up in your eyes.
“I don’t do it as a way to not think about my mother’s death! That’s why it’s different! You shouldn’t be doing this!” He yelled at you.
“Why do you give a shit about what I do? You’re not my dad or my brother Dean!” You screamed, blinking back tears. You quickly realized what you said. “No- Dean I-”
“Get in the car, Y/N.”
“Dean I didn’t-”
“Y/N. Get in the car. Now.” Dean growled.
You silently got in the car.
It had been 2 years since that fight with Dean.
It was still awkward around you two, part of the reason being that your feelings for Dean had gotten stronger since you were a kid. You liked him, maybe even loved him.
You and Sam were closer. You talked to him about the fact that you liked Dean often. He was your safe place, your brother.
You three had decided that you were going to the library to research something for John.
Dean had gotten up about 30 minutes ago, saying he was going to look for more books since you were running out of books and quickly walking off.
“I’m gonna go look for Dean. Be right back.” You told Sam.
“Ok.” Sam said, not looking up from what he was reading.
“Hey Dean, Sam and I think we found that John’s looking for so we don’t need those books anymore- oh.” You stopped dead in your tracks watching as Dean made out with some girl, his hands groping her ass frantically.
You knew he was hooking up with someone in this town, you had just never seem him in the act.
You felt like a ton of bricks hit you.
“Oh, hey Y/N, sorry. I’ll be back in a few, just finishing up some- uh… business.” He smiled at you, winking.
“Yeah, I’ll see you back at the motel.” You said, quickly turning around while blinking back tears.
It had been a couple months since Sam had left Dean and John. Once again, things between you and Dean were weird. Even weirder now that Sam had left the three of you.
John was more determined to find the thing that killed Dean’s and your mom.
You however didn’t want to find it. You really didn’t. You wanted to move on with your life. Still being a hunter, but not hunting the thing that killed your mom.
“I understand Y/N.” John said.
“Thank you John, really.” You said, pulling away from his bear hug.
“Understand what?” Dean asked, virtually coming out of nowhere.
“I’ll leave you two alone. I’ll be in the car.” John said while closing the door behind him.
“Dean, I’m leaving.” you said.
“You and John are hunting the thing that killed our moms but I don’t want to anymore. I still want to hunt but I don’t feel like I can get over my mother’s death while continuously hunting the thing that killed her.” You explain.
“Y/N, please.” He said. He looked like he was about to cry.
“I have to Dean.” you said.
“Please don’t leave me…” Dean’s voice cracked, he looked helpless.