A/N: Happy Angst Appreciation Day round three, it’s a day late, but life happens. Reader is Dean’s 17 year old daughter who has a twin brother named Robby.
Dean x Daughter!Reader Sam x Sister!Reader
You stood at the counter of the diner trying to decide if you should go back to the booth where your father, uncle, and twin brother sat, or if you’d have a better time alone at the counter. You’d gone up to ask for more napkins to clean up a spill that Robby, your twin had made. However glancing back you saw that they had waved down the waitress who your dad and brother were both flirting with.
With the roll of your eyes you took a seat at the counter; knowing you’d actually enjoy your meal if you weren’t near your father or brother.
You loved them both dearly and at one point your entire family was so close knit that your absence would have been noticed right away. However as you grew older the bond you shared with your twin and father began to disappear and once you started going on hunts with your dad and uncle, it all but vanished.
At first you told yourself that you were overreacting; that your father was just constantly worried about you, but as time went on you saw how close Robby and your dad still were, yet you remained on the outside.
It was something that your dad and brother both seemed oblivious to. Whenever you’d try to involve yourself in what they were doing they would send you away with some excuse as to why you couldn’t participate with them and soon you just stopped asking.
This never seemed to effect them, but it sure effected you.
Your father and Robby might not have seen what they were doing, but your Uncle Sam sure did. At first he tried to stick up for you, pointing out to Dean all the times it seemed that Robby and him would purposefully leave you out. Dean would deny it and after countless arguments with no change Sam stopped trying. Instead he became the figure in your life you so desperately wanted.
Still, there were times that Sam got sucked into whatever fun Robby and your dad were having; leaving you to be the outsider in your family again.
It was a role you learned to accept and gave up hope that it’d change.
My brain sent foggy, yet firm directions to my feet as I practically slid out of my bed like a slinky with one too many kinks. If I’d had the energy, I would have groaned. But the four words my brain had given me was the only thing I could focus on, and they played like a steady drumbeat with each slow shuffle of my fuzzy socked feet down the long hall to the kitchen.
My deadweight of a hand flipped the light switch on instinct as I plodded in.
Mistake! MISTAKE! Abort! Mayday!
I practically threw the upper half of my body against the wall until some part of me connected with the small switch and my eyes were saved from being burned out by the blinding fluorescent beams of death. In the blessed dark once more, I navigated by memory to the cupboard and groggily fumbled with the bag of coffee and my favorite mug, setting them both on the counter and pausing for a few long seconds trying to remember what to do next.
Coffee filter. Water. Scoop. Brew. Pour.
I gently patted my forehead in thanks and set my mind to autopilot to complete the mundane tasks. A few minutes later I was settled down at the kitchen table with my hot mug of coffee while I internally cursed both of the Winchester brothers.
Oh, let’s leave for the hunt by sunrise. Oh, let’s actually leave a couple of hours before sunrise. Oh, because we need to avoid the cops thanks to Dean’s last “incident.” Oh, don’t be late, Y/N. Oh, could you make us coffee since it’s your turn, Y/N?
Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader, Hannah (Twin Sister)
Length: 1150+ words
TW: Nothing of any sort! Just all the fluff~
A/N: Someone asked about writing a Part 3, and I seriously wasn’t going to write one, but this just came out of nowhere, and now I just had to write it. I hope this was somewhat believable, and true to character! I hope this gives you some comfort after Angst Appreciation Day yesterday! Feedback is encouraged!
It was a few days later, and Y/N wasn’t sure what to expect when Dean made the promise. Everyone seemed so sure they were going to start treating her differently, but she wasn’t sure how they could change so easily like that. She decided early on that she would give her siblings another chance. It takes two to make a relationship so she would try her best to form a bond with them, and see how it goes. Though, she was pretty wary of them still, she wanted to give them another chance.
“Hey, kiddo,” Dean greeted, seeing her already in the kitchen making breakfast. “Need any help?”
She was about to shake her head when she paused. “Sure. Wanna help me make the eggs?” She was already halfway in making the pancakes, a pile already stacked beside her.
“’Kay.” He grabbed another pan from the cabinet, and the carton of eggs along with the bacon. “What’s eggs without bacon, right?” he joked with a wink.
She laughed at his antics, shaking his head. “If you want to get high cholesterol, and die early- then knock yourself out.”
“Sounds like someone’s been spending way too much time with Sam.”
Y/N scoffed, but it came out more like a snort causing her to slap her hands to her lips in embarrassment. Dean looked at her for a millisecond before an evil grin formed on his face, reminding her of the Grinch.
“Did you just snort?”
“Nope. Didn’t happen.”
“Yes, it did!” Dean threw his head back in laughter before bumping her hips with his. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell. Your secret is safe with me.”
Pairing: Dean x Reader Request: Dean takes your virginity in a motel room Warning: soft, fluffy smut A/N: This story really got away from me and I’m not the least bit sorry.
The hunt you’d been on was a long one. It was a werewolf, you were sure of it, but it was a sneaky little bitch. This werewolf was extremely smart and hid itself very well, which was why you were on week three of this extremely exhausting hunt.
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted—nevermore!
Seeing Sam and Dean again after they thought you died.
“I never thought I’d see you two work such a simple case like this guys” The Winchesters froze hearing a familiar voice behind them.
They both turned to face the source of the voice. Their mouths went dry. Their words caught in their throats. They were both shocked to see their friend, who they thought died, standing in front of them leaning against a wall arms crossed with a familer smile on her lips.
Destiel + what about one where dean and cas have been crushing on each other for ages. One night, Sam has a party, where they both get invited without knowing the other is going to be there too, with pining and crushing and awkward blushing and all the good stuff | requested by @jimminovak ♥
~1,700 words | College AU, fluff, getting together, awkward blushing
had begged Dean to go with him to the party. He’d turned his nose up at going
somewhere with a bunch of students who he wanted nothing to do with. Who even
wants their big brother at a party with them?
enters the house, following Sam through the door, he can hear some music going
but it’s not that loud and there’s not even that many people here. Dean narrows
his eyes at his brothers back.
they enter the lounge area, Dean realises that this isn’t even a party… it’s
a fucking get together. Dean scans the people in the room, all of Sam’s
friends. Why does he even need to be here, Sam’s not eight anymore.
his eyes land on a dark-haired head, sat with his back to Dean.
Dean hisses. Sam spins round and gives his brother a smile like he’s completely
fucking innocent and Dean hates him so much right now.
said this was a party. Not some nerdy get together.”
wanted you to come okay.”
he’s here.” Dean looks pointedly over
to the darker haired guy, who still (thankfully) hasn’t turned around to see
who’s entered the room.