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Mistake (Sister! Winchester)

“Imagine being the little sister of Sam and Dean. One night you sneak out to hunt down a vampire that killed your friend, but one vampire turns into an entire nest.”

Anon Requested: “Can you make an imagine where Sam & Dean have a little sister and she sneaks out to hunt vampires in the middle of the night.”

A/N: I had some fun with this one, I hope you guys enjoy it! 

Warnings: Blood, IV needles, Violence, Vampire Murders.

Maps and building blueprints littered the screen of your laptop. Your leaned forward, trying to tell if the blueprint you looked at matched the building on the map. Sighing, you leaned back into the chair. Your oldest brother walked over with an entire pie in hand. He held it towards you, that toothy grin of his on face. “Want some?”

“Nah, its all yours.”

He let out a small chuckle and grabbed a beer from the fridge, plopping down on the couch. Your eyes moved to Sam, he was busy doing most of the work as always. The case you all were working on as causing some hell, literally. Your eyes focused in on the building on your laptop screen, it matched all the details, it had to be the one. You smiled to yourself as you sent the building information to your phone and closed your laptop.


You looked up to Sam, just realizing that you had drowned them out when they were talking. “Uh yeah?”

“I know it’s a tough subject, but…” he leaned back in his seat, his big arms crossing over his chest as he wondered how to ask you. “How are you holding up with your friends death?”

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Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.