Request- As it would be if you were as a sister to the Winchester and after hiding your relationship with Jack they discovered them. ? But the nephilim tells them that in spite of everything he loves you and only wants them to realize that he is not bad @ladyofhellhounds
Word Count- 1692
Characters- Jack, Winchester!reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, mentions Kelly
Pairings- Jack x reader
Warnings- Fluff, some violence, almost smut (still gets kinda descriptive), some gifs that may be considered nsfw, swearing, some angst
A/N- Finally have the first request done!!! I hope it’s to your liking!!!! Will be working on other requests too! Sorry it takes me awhile to write them!! I will be trying to get them done faster!!!
They found their sister when Azazeal rounded up his demon blood fed children in the abandoned town. She too had powers but much stronger than Sam’s. She definitely had the Winchester genes with her (H/L) (H/C) hair, (E/C) eyes, and gorgeous (S/C), she was beautiful. Her brothers knew it too. There overprotectiveness proved it.
Another person who knew it, was Jack. At first sight he fell head over heels for her, even though he didn’t understand it at first. At first he got scared of the, butterflies in his stomach feeling. He tried to avoid her when he figured out she was the cause, but then he started to miss talking to her. So, being the clueless and adorable half angel he was, he went to her for answers.
To say she was surprised was an understatement. She knew people thought she was beautiful, her brothers made that obvious, but she was still shocked. In the end though, she was able to get over the shock and explain to him what he was feeling.
It was that night she realized the feelings were mutual. With this new knowledge she made it her mission to teach him everything he needed to know. So, that one year he’s been at the bunker, she showed him everything he needed to know. Her brothers began to see that she took it upon herself to teach him so they began to hunt again.
Six months past before Jack truly understood his feelings for her and decided to act on them. But not without asking her first, which she found adorable. She obviously agreed, so they started off slow.
But six months after that, they knew their feelings for each other we’re very strong, like their souls were bonded together, soulmates, if you may.
Their six-month relationship was unknown by her brothers. That’s how she wanted it though. While Sam wouldn’t be overly upset about it, Dean would kill Jack, literally. And once Jack realized it was one of her worst fears, he agreed to keep it a secret.
It wasn’t overly hard to keep since Sam and Dean were usually out hunting, most of the time. They take a break in between hunts but it never lasted long since Dean was always itching hunt, ever since Cas died.
So, a year into their relationship, they became even closer. They started sleeping in the same bed, cuddling while watching Netflix, and working out together.
Again six more months went by making it be a year and a half, since their relationship began. It was also the same day of their anniversary that Jack asked her to show him something he’d seen in movies and online.
Sam and Dean had left on a hunt a week prior, not due back for another week. The sun had just set and they just finished supper, now cuddled on their bed watching a movie.
“(Y/N)?” Jack asked, getting her attention.
“Hmmm,” was her answer.
“I-I’ve been thinking. You-you’ve shown me how people get, intimate, with each other, and you said it was how people took their relationships, like ours, to the next level.” He said, making her turn her head to look at him.
“Yeah?” She says, a bit confused but wanting him to continue.
“W-well we’ve been together for 365 days, 19 hours, and 12 minutes, so-so I was wondering I-If it was time for u-us to take it to the n-next step?” Jack finishes, nervous.
“You mean sex?” She questions, making sure she’s hearing him right. He nods shyly, turning his head away embarrassed. “Jack, baby?” She says making him look at her but not meet her eyes. “ Jack. I am in as long as you’re sure this is what you want.” She says, making him look at her excitedly. He stares into her eyes as she leans forward and their lips meet.
They’ve kissed before but never like this. There’s so much love in this case, as if they’re pouring every ounce into it. Jack’s never experienced this before, but neither has (Y/N). While she’s kissed guys before this is different, it’s pure, she feels like a door inside her, that’s been shut and locked for all her life, has been opened.
Slowly, she runs her tongue over his bottom lip, at first confusing him before he remembers reading about this online and opens his mouth to let her explore. Pretty soon Jack has got the hang of, what he thinks is called, making out. He begins to get confused though when something, between his legs, stiffens. She senses his confusion, pulling away to look at him.
“Jack? What’s wrong?” She asks, searching his eyes for an answer. Not knowing how to explain it he takes one of her hands and leads it to the thing stiffening. When she realizes what his confusion is about, she giggles before straddling him. “That’s OK, Jack. It’s supposed to happen. It means you’re enjoying this. I am to, see.” She says before taking one of his hands and guiding it to her pants and into her wet center. She lets out a little moan at the contact, before kissing Jack and grinding into his hand, encouraging him to explore. When Jack does start to explore she grips the bulge forming in his pants, making him groan before something clicks and he flips her over taking control as he applies more pressure to clit, making her moan into his mouth.
At that exact moment the door flies open, hitting the wall with a loud bang, making (Y/N) jump and freeze as Jack just looks over. In the doorway are two very pissed Winchester men, one more pissed than the other. They stare at their baby sister with her hand down the devil son’s pants and the devil son’s down her’s.
After a moment of shock Dean’s storms through the door grabbing Jack and throwing him to the floor before jumping on top of him and laying punch after punch on him.
“Dean stop!” (Y/N) yells, tears beginning to run down her face. “Dean!” She yells again, but Dean just ignores her. “Stop!” She yells, before Dean flies back and hits the wall.
“You son of a bitch!” Dean yells, after the haze from hitting his head, clears. He tries to get up and charge Jack, again, but he’s unable to as an unknown force holds him down. “Let me go you son of a bitch!” Dean yells, still trying to fight the force holding him down, but failing.
“Jack.” (Y/N) says, kneeling beside him and checking him over even though his wounds heal in front of her eyes. She buries her head in Jack’s neck, hugging him and crying.
“Let’s all just calm down. Jack, let Dean go.” Sam says, seeming calm but mad at his brother, sister and Jack.
“I-I’m not doing that.” Jack says, as (Y/N) raises her head from his shoulder.
“I-I am and I’m not letting him go till he calms down. He’s not hurting Jack again.” She says, looking at Dean, tears still running down her face.
Jack’s never seen (Y/N) cry before. He always thought she was so strong, even when her brothers return from a hunt, barely alive. This was the worst thing he’d ever seen and never wanted to see her crying again. All he wanted to do was pull her into him and hold her. So, that’s exactly what he did, and it broke his heart further when she curled into him crying even more.
“You get your evil hands off her.” Dean says, threateningly.
“No.” Jack had found himself saying, surprising all the Winchesters. “No. I-I won’t, because I love her.” Jack says, making (Y/N) look up at him. “The time that I’ve been here she’s been the only one to help me and show me how everything works. She helped me figure out what I like and dislike and at the same time a learned about her likes and dislikes. I know her favorite food is
(Y/F/F) and her favorite color is (Y/F/C). I know when you to argue she goes to the farthest part of the bunker she can so she doesn’t have to listen. I know when she’s sleeping and she’s dreaming, she scrunches her nose and I know that I don’t want to ever see her cry again.” Jack says, warming (Y/N)’s heart,
“You’re evil ass is never going to see her again.” Dean growls, still fighting the force holding him down.
“I won’t let that happen.” Jack says, shaking his head. “And I’m not evil. (Y/N) told me about my biological father and other evil creatures and I don’t want to be like that. She makes me want to be good. I love her and I never want to lose her. With her around, I have no chance of being evil, but without her, I don’t know if I could prevent it, and I just want to be good, for her and my mother.” Jack finishes, only seeming to stop Dean from trying to get up.
“I-I love him Dean. And you’re going to have to deal with it because I won’t let you take him from me.” (Y/N) says, finally letting Dean go.
After that night, Dean went out drinking for two days and Sam, he just wants his sister to be happy. Now of course Sam gave Jack a talk, also warning him Dean would have one with him too.
But in the end, Dean excepted their relationship and finally Dean accepted Jack, but forever on, he made damn sure Jack didn’t hurt his baby sister.
Summary: At the end of season 11, it’s not Mary who’s brought back, but the Winchester’s six year old sister.
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: Nothing I can think of, little angsty maybe
A/N: This is the first part of a series I have in mind. It’s my first one, so I’m super excited and please let me know if you would want to read more parts of this.
Beta’d by the wonderful @nickiwinchester97 . Y’all are lucky she puts up with me and my shitty writing because you don’t know what crap you’d get to see if it wasn’t for her.
Suddenly, it was cold again. Too cold actually, but it would have been just right if you’d been wearing anything else than your pajamas. Disoriented, you sat up and shivered as another breeze got the better of you.
“Mom?” you shouted, looking around and trying to remember what happened. Everything that came to your mind was an all-consuming heat, a pain you’d never felt before. “Dad?”
You got up, a little light headed but otherwise okay. You knew you’d get in trouble with your parents when they saw how dirty your pajamas were, but you wiped your hands on them anyway.
Instead of getting a response, you saw a figure emerging from the shadows. With every step he came closer you were more convinced that this wasn’t your father, but a tall and muscular stranger, coming towards you in the middle of the night.
You Understand, Right? (Part 5): And Broken Hearts
Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader
Length: 1665+ words
TW: Nothing in this chapter!
A/N: I’ve been considering writing a sister chapter to this one in Y/N’s perspective, but I’m not sure if I have time. Plus, you guys are getting so many fics from me this month lol… We’ll see. I’m pretty swamped with other stuff so I make no promises… Hahaha get it?… Yea, I’m lame.
Dean didn’t follow her, too shocked at her words. He sat down on the edge of his bed thinking about what in the world would make her say such things. He just stared at the floor of his room. Her words ringing inside his brain as he tried to make sense of it. Of everything.
“I understand, Dean.”
“You and Sam need each other… But you don’t need me.”
“I’ve lost count of the promises you’ve broken.”
“What the hell?” he mumbled, massaging his temple. “What is she talking about?”
Dean remembered making only two promises to her in his lifetime. He promised to take care of her, and be there for her. This was the promise he made with everyone he ever cared about. Anyone who knew Dean knew that he would always be there for them when they needed help.
He knew from a young age not to make promises he couldn’t make. John lectured him for hours after he once promised a kid that they would save his mom. They lost the mom to the werewolf. His dad was livid- not only because they lost another life, but because he had given this kid hope. Ever since then, Dean didn’t make promises he couldn’t keep. And he was sure that Y/N knew he would never break a promise if he could help it. Not that she’s ever asked him to make any promises. There were only two cases where she had asked him to promise her something.
“Dean, look! I got a part in the play!” Y/N said excitedly, showing him the piece of paper with her name on it.
“Yea?” He peered over, flashing her a proud grin. “Good job, squirt!”
“You’re gonna come see it, right?”
“Of course!” He ruffled her hair before going back to his homework.
“Promise,” he said, not even looking up from his math problem.
Dean swallowed thickly as he realized that he didn’t show up to her play, choosing to attend Sam’s spelling bee instead.
Pairing: Dean x Winchester Sister!Reader, Sam x Winchester
Sister!Reader, John x daughter!reader
Warnings: Abandonment, drugging, kidnapping, abuse, car
Word Count: 4721
A/N: This was written for Kas’ 2.5k Dialogue Prompt
Challenge @kas-not-cas My prompt was “You have no idea who I am, do you?”. This takes
place about mid season 5, not that it really matters. That is the time frame
that fits the ages I’m working with and it was before the bunker. This isn’t the
whole story I promise. I meant for this to be a one-shot but it got really
long, like this is the longest one-shot I’ve written, and I’m tired from
cleaning all day so I thought this was a good place to stop. The second part
will probably be really short but it will wrap things up and will be out tomorrow. That being said, I am
really proud of this one so tell me what you think feedback is always welcomed
and appreciated.Also un-beta-ed and unedited because I’m tired af so all mistakes are mine and I apologize in advance.
Summary: You are John’s youngest and Sam and Dean’s little
sister. You were basically left in their laps by your mother as an infant. One
day, when your five years old, you are kidnapped on Dean’s watch. Ten years
later you run into Dean in a coincidental accident. What happens when he
^ pretend thats young Dean
^ I know that’s JJ but lets pretend this is the relationship that Dean and his little sister have.
^When the part comes and you will know it. Imagine this but obviously not as romantic because that would be weird, especially considering the events taking place at that moment.
Summary: Y/N has been playing the Winchester’s sister on the show since season 1, so Jensen and Jared feel like her actual brothers. Lately, Y/N has been acting weird, and the boys find out why the hard way.
Pairing: Jensen x cast!reader, Jared x cast!reader, platonic relationships!!
Warning: implies domestic abuse between the reader and her boyfriend. Also, the timing with the episode mentioned and the age of the boys’ kids don’t match, but for the sake of the story, just go along with it.
Another late night, another morning late for work. Your boyfriend flew in to visit you in Vancouver yesterday, and you guys stayed up all night, but unfortunately it wasn’t to catch up. Your heart was broken and your body was sore. You knew your relationship with Kent was toxic, but every time he hurts you, he apologizes and convinced you that he loves you and that you love him too, and he promises to never do it again. But then he does. It was an ongoing circle that you couldn’t leave, and you didn’t know if it was because you couldn’t or you wouldn’t.
When you get to set, you immediately take a seat in the makeup trailer where your makeup artist Marissa gets to work covering up the bags under your eyes.
“Late night?” She asked to make small talk.
“Yeah.” You nodded. But you didn’t say more than that. It was 6 in the morning and your brain was barely functioning.
After she covered up your flaws, you met the rest of the gang on set. Jared and Jensen were already dressed and ready to go, passing time by eating the donuts and drinking the coffee laid out on the buffet table for the cast and crew.
Today you were filming the episode about a siren, disguising itself as a stripper to trick men into committing murder for it.
When the director saw you he smiled and rounded up the rest of the crew, “Everybody get into position. We’re gonna start with the scene at the strip club.”
“Hey kiddo,” Jared patted you on the back and walked over to his mark.
However, Jensen barely passed a glance your way. It was like he blatantly ignored you. You tried not thinking too much of it, but it was hard not to considering Jensen always says hi to you in the morning.
“And…Action!” The director calls out.
The scene actually went by smoothly. It was too early for the boys to mess around with each other plus Misha wasn’t here yet so it wasn’t as fun to play tricks without him being the center of it. You couldn’t help but pay extra close attention to how Jensen was acting around you. He only looked at you when he had a line directed at you, and if he grinned, you could instantly tell that it was forced.
After about six hours, you finally got a break and pulled Jared to the side after Jensen walked off to his trailer without muttering a word to you.
“What’s his problem?” You asked Jared.
Jared sighed, and it was obvious he knew what was going on. “You should talk to him?”
“About what?” You asked, confused and somewhat annoyed that Jensen was ignoring you for a reason you didn’t even know about.
Again Jared sighed. You knew he didn’t like to take sides when anyone fought and most of all he didn’t like getting into battles that weren’t his. “Just…just talk to him and I’m sure everything will be fine.”
You sighed but respected Jared’s decision to stay neutral. “Fine. Whatever.”
Your character didn’t have another scene for a couple more hours so you spent your break catching up on some sleep in your trailer, figuring you would just talk to Jensen at the end of the day.
During the evening, you did your last couple scenes for the day, and by the time you knew it, the day was done and you would finish up the episode tomorrow. You were exhausted physically and emotionally and just wanted to go home to your bed, but unfortunately you were going home to Kent. In fact, he was here now picking you up.
You wanted to talk to Jensen about what was wrong, what you did, and how you could make it right. But Kent texted you that he had been waiting for 15 minutes…and Kent wasn’t patient.
You grab your belongings from set and walk out to where Kent was waiting in his white convertible. Kent was born on a stack of money. Hell he bathed in it! It’s probably how he got his cocky and bossy attitude.
“So that’s it? Your not gonna bother talking to me?” Surprisingly, Jensen followed you out.
You turned out, surprised that he followed you. Kent was only a couple feet away, so he could obviously see that you were coming, but something told you he wasn’t going to watch you talk your best friends for long. Even if it was important.
“J…” you sighed. You obviously cared about his feelings and wanted to do everything in your power to make it right, but in reality you were just drained…and numb.
Jensen looked over and spotted your boyfriend. Realization washed over him and he rolled his eyes. “Oh I’m sorry. Didn’t realize your boss was here.”
Jensen and Jared didn’t really approve of Kent when you first introduced him. But it was because his ego was too big and he had a ‘better than you’ attitude. They have no idea that he physically hurts you when he gets mad.
“Whatever I did I’m sorry,” you sighed.
“You don’t even know?” Jensen scoffed. At this point, Jared had walked over as if to act like a mediator for your conversation that sounded like it was going to get heated pretty fast.
“Look, whatever I did I’m sorry but I have to go.”
“I’m sure you do,” Jensen said, acid laced in his voice. “But don’t throw your worthless sorrys at me. Maybe you should talk to JJ in the near future.” Jensen said as your back was turned.
You froze in mid step, reality hitting you like a brick wall. A couple weeks ago was JJ’s birthday dinner, and you missed it. However, you didn’t forget, you had a valid reason for missing it. But that didn’t stop the overwhelming guilt eat at you.
Jensen and Jared’s kids looked up to like a biological aunt. They called you aunt Y/N, most of the time said you were their favorite, and would never leave you alone at their family parties. You loved those kids like they were your own. Thinking about JJ’s disappointment when you didn’t show up actually tore your heart into pieces.
“You know what, just forget it. Maybe it’s for the best that you didn’t come anyway.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, now feeling yourself get defensive.
“Look at yourself Y/N!” Jensen’s voice was raising as all his frustrations just poured out of him Iike an erupting volcano. All this pent up anger towards you was finally coming out in full blast mode. “It’s like I don’t even know who you are anymore. You ignore everyone when you’re here, and when we finally get to talk to you, you become this major bitch that doesn’t care about anyone but yourself!”
You mouth dropped open, and you were stunned frozen. Jensen never talked to you like that, never called you words unless they were playful banter. You didn’t even know how to respond. Was he right? Have you really changed that much?
Jared walked over and stood in the middle of you two, and placed his hand on Jensen’s shoulders.
“Maybe You should walk it off,” Jared suggested to Jensen who just shrugged him off angrily.
“No. No, all right? It’s about time she heard it. Look, Y/N, we’re trying to be your friends and stick by you, but your making it difficult for anyone to be around you!”
“You have no idea what’s going on -“
Cutting you off, Kent honked the horn impatiently, having no care in the world about your conversation with Jensen, and that made you snap.
“Hold on!” You shouted at him. Your heart plummeted to the pit of your stomach immediately and Kent lowered his sunglasses to stare at you quizzically. You knew you were going to pay for that one.
“Then tell me!” Jensen said loudly. “I know you better than the back of my hand, and it’s driving me crazy that I have no idea what’s going on. And every time I ask you about it, you ignore me and change the subject!”
“We just want to help,” Jared added, watching you sympathetically.
You paused to look between the two men you consider to be your actual brothers. Your brain was telling you to admit what was going on and beg them to save you from the man behind you, but your heart was telling you to walk away and get in that car.
Jensen shook his head angrily at your hesitation, “You know what? Fine. But don’t talk to me until you grow up.”
Refusing to make eye conact with Jared, you turned around and sped walked to the car. You nervously glanced at Kent before he veered off out of the parking lot. He looked pissed, and he was silent which was never good. Right there and then, you knew tonight was going to be a bad night.
*Dean calling you “Shorty” , but when you are hurt “Babygirl”
*Being the only one allowed to call him De besides Sammy
*Looking up to him, and admiring how much he’s been through yet he’s still so strong
*Him being super protective of you, and he always has an idea of where you are at.
*You being as determined as your mother, and Dean always admiring that in you
*Him being your dad and your brother
*Rocking out to 80’s music together.
*Stealing his flannels, when yours are dirty
*Even though he act like your father, you give him and Sam the motherly care they needed
*Him always standing up to John when it comes to you
*Teaching you how to fight monsters
*Crying every night over your brother when he gets taken to Hell
*Trying to find a way to rescue him
*Never leaving his side when he gets back
*Teasing him that him and Cas are a thing
*Him teaching you how to drive the impala, and how to fix her up. You know almost everything about Cars from him
*Grieving and asking yourself again how this happened when he is sent to purgatory
*Scouring the Earth to find something to help get rid of the mark
*Watching your brother slowly become less and less like himself by the day and slowly turning into some sort of monster as time goes on
*Dean trying his damndest not to hurt you when he becomes a demon, but fails miserably.
*“De, please-, this is not who you are!” , “I can’t stop, Y/n! I can’t stop!” “De- please, I will always love you.”
*Him not being able to look you in the eyes weeks after he gets turned back into a human
*Calming him down at night when he gets nightmares of all the things he’s seen
*Him always making you sleep with your door open, or near him at night. He’s always afraid that the same thing will happen to you as it did Mary. It keeps him up late at night
*Loving to eat junk food together, and watch crappy tv shows
*Whenever he pisses you off by bringing you to hookup with ladies, you always go out of your way to ruin his night by him not getting any.
*“Dad! There you are, is this going to be my new mom?”, or… “Babe, why are you flirting with her? You and I are together! How could you do this to me??? *Throws drink in his face*. Personally, your favorite is to go in the bathroom and find the girl he was hitting on. “Hey, that guy you were flirting with back there gave my sister the clap. You might want to steer clear of him!”
*You guys bantering over something that’s nonsense
*Loving your big brothers more than anything in the world
You ran inside your old house, it felt strange to be home. But that’s where this place was… Home. Your place with John was never a home, it was just a motel; a room with four walls. That’s not what a home meant to you, it was a person more than a place. That person to you was your mom and you needed her now more than ever.
When you opened up the door you had expected her to be on the couch watching a movie or something. The TV was on, however she wasn’t there. Your mom would never have left the TV on and gone to bed, so where the hell was she? You shut the door behind you and checked in the living room once more.
Heading up the stairs you heard the noise of the TV from her room. Why would the upstairs and downstairs TV be on?
“Mom?” You called out, but there was no answer. “Mom, it’s me, Y/N… I’m sorry, things didn’t work out with John.”
You walked into her room and saw her foot hanging off the end of the bed. You figured she must have fallen asleep while watching TV. You smiled as you thought of her peacefully laying there and not having to worry about anything. You wanted to cover her with a blanket but as soon as you walked in, you saw something you weren’t prepared for.
Everything stopped for a moment, you couldn’t move or breathe. Not a single sound came from your mouth, you just stood there and stared at her lifeless body covered in blood. “No.” The short word just about escaped your lips. Your throat was dry and you still couldn’t move. You weren’t sure if it was fear or shock doing this to you but it was as if you had been frozen on the outside yet your mind was screaming on the inside.
Then the smell hit you. That smell your brothers and father had told you was an instant alert of demons. Sulphur.
“Fuck. No, fuck fuck fuck,” you finally screamed now that your body finally let you move. “Mom?” You sobbed as you moved forward and held her body close to you. You didn’t care that you were getting blood all over your clothes, all you were desperate for was to bring your mother back. “Please wake up!”
You laid her back down on the bed and looked down at her. She looked so… Peaceful. That’s not how someone should look when they’re dead, should they? Before you could even begin to think of a way to fix this somehow, a voice spoke.
You jumped and turned around to see a man in a black suit, an evil grin plastered on his face. “Hello, love,” he spoke in a British accent.
“What the hell are you doing here? Are you a demon?” You snapped as you stood away from your mom. “Did you do this to her? I swear I’ll-”
“Yes, I know. You swear you’ll kill me and bleed me out and blah blah blah blah,” he interrupted. “And I’m not just some demon, little Winchester. I am the king of hell.”
* * *
“Crowley. Welcome to your tape,” you revealed.
He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He had no idea that Crowley was the demon that killed your mother. Now that Dean recalled it he realised that you never really gave details on who killed your mother. But why?
“Not only did you destroy my life by taking my mother away from me, but you also made sure I could never tell anyone it was you because you knew my secret. You held that secret over me to make sure that my family never came after you for hurting my mom… I kept you safe to keep myself safe,” you explained. Dean fidgeted in anger and anticipation. “But now I’m gone, I’m dead and I don’t have to keep my secret anymore… Now I can let it out on this tape that you are the one that murdered an innocent woman. But when people know your motive, well, that’s the real twist in this story.”
Dean had so many questions about this. He had mixed emotions: he was confused, angry and intrigued. Crowley being the one that murdered your mother wasn’t the twist of his story? What the hell could his motive have been? What could you or your mother had done to make him want to hurt you so badly? But if Dean needed answers, that’s what the tapes were for.
“So, Crowley,” you said in a sassy voice, a voice that Dean missed so much. “Let’s begin with my secret.”
* * *
“I know who you are, Y/N,” he smiled. “We just need to have a chat, my names Crowley.”
“I don’t fucking care who you are,” you spoke dangerously low through gritted teeth. Tears of anger and sadness slid down your cheek as you talked to him. “I wanna know what the hell you’re doing here, what happened to my mother?”
“All in good time, darling,” he smiled evilly. As much as you wanted to just jump forward and kill him, you needed answers. The fact that you had just lost your mom failed to sink in, the mixture of rage and sadness was more towards the fact that something bad happened and it was out of your control. Right now, talking to Crowley was the only way to take control of the situation.
“We shouldn’t talk here,” Crowley insisted. With a snap of his fingers you were gone from your mothers bedroom; you appeared in a humid room full of people with black eyes. Crowley simply raised his hand as a motion for them to leave and they did it right away, no questions asked.
So maybe this guy really was the King of Hell, he had such a power over everyone. He walked over to a large, black throne and took a seat where you stood a few feet away from him. It felt like he was your King and you were bowing down to him but there was no way you would ever bow down to this asshole.
“Why did you bring me here?” You demanded.
“We need to discuss things. There are reasons I killed your mother, and there are reasons you can never tell your brothers or your father. They would kill me,” he explained.
“That’s exactly what I want,” you spat through gritted teeth. “There’s nothing you can say that will stop me from telling my brothers that you are the one that killed my mom.”
Now, now,“ he spoke confidently. “There’s a little more to it than that, Y/N. I know things… Things you wouldn’t want your family to know about you.”
“And that is?” You questioned, you had no idea what it could have been but there were so many options. You had a lot of secrets and a lot of bad history. How would Crowley know about any of them?
“Do you remember-” he stood up from his throne, walked down the step and towards you, “-that night you were drunk, we spoke in the bar.”
Now you started to remember him. You were so drunk that night you didn’t even think about who you spoke to. He circled around you as he continued to explain the story. “Drunk girls really like to open up about their feelings, especially the feelings about their daddy’s that leave them.”
What the hell did you say about John? What was Crowley talking about?
“I remember you,” you said with a shaky voice. “But, I didn’t talk about John. You just helped me out of the bar and back to my motel room, then you left. That was it.”
“You really don’t remember, do you?” He asked with excitement in his voice.
You stayed still in your place as Crowley continued to walk around you in a circle, time and time again. “I do- I don’t- I don’t remember.”
“You really don’t remember the fact that you wanted to kill John Winchester?” He questioned and now it all hit you. You remembered the whole night. You remembered that you told Crowley about hunting, thankfully he already knew about it or you would have revealed it to someone who might then start telling everyone. You thought back to sitting in the bar and telling Crowley your whole life story; how you father left you; how your mother was all you had; the fact that you were bullied for questioning your sexuality all through school; the amount of times you had sex with countless people just because you wanted to feel something other that hurt. He knew everything.
* * *
“You knew everything about me, didn’t you? You made sure you did your research before hurting my family so that you could cover your back. When we met in that bar… I thought you were kind. I guess I always made judgements too quickly.”
Once again, Dean paused the tape. Instantly, Crowley was a dead man walking. There was no chance that Dean would let this dick get away with it. But then he remembered the message at the beginning of tape one, you said there is someone making sure they always listen to the whole thing. Maybe this person watching is also making sure Dean or whoever is listening can’t react by hurting the others.
Dean stepped out of his room. He left the tape in the player but put the rest back inside the box so he could find them easily for the time he listened to them.
John, Mary and Sam were all in the library and looking for a case. “Hey,” Sam said as he noticed Dean. “I think we found us a case.”
“It was Crowley?” Dean snapped, changing the subject of the conversation completely.
“You’re only on the second tape?” Mary demanded. “What’s taking you so long?”
“It’s hard to listen to,” Dean replied.
“I listened to it in one night the first time,” Mary revealed. The first time? She listened to it more than once?
“We need to have a life outside of these tapes, okay?” John intervened. “Look, Sam has found us a case and we haven’t been on a hunt in weeks. I say we go check it out.”
“Not all of us need to go,” Sam said as he held his laptop in his hands and looked at the case. “You two can just go, I can tell you’re eager for a hunt. I can find another one for me and Dean.”
“Sure, we’ll take this one,” Mary agreed. “I’ll go get some stuff for the road,” she told John before walking off.
Sam walked away with Mary and said it was to help her pack things but Dean was sure it was so they could talk about the tapes. He looked over at his dad who was slouched in the chair; he must have been drunk again.
“Why are you all so fine with these tapes?” Dean demanded. “Why have you all listened to them and never brought them up? Why aren’t they affecting you?!“
“Dean, they did affect us. And no one on these tapes could tell anyone anything, Y/N said it was part of her legacy to be the one to tell everyone how they ruined her life,” John explained as he stood from his chair. He pushed himself up by leaning his hands on the table. He was barely fit to drive, Dean had no idea how he was going to hunt.
“We’re family,” Dean snapped. “We’re supposed to tell each other everything!”
“We used to the first time around. But since your mother and I came back, things have been different.” John shook his head as he walked past Dean to go and find Mary.
Dean shouted before John could leave, “what about Sam?”
“He’s not even on the tapes!” John hissed. “He was the first one to listen to them and now he’s making sure all of us do too.”
Dean was taken aback by what John had revealed. Sam isn’t on the tapes. Sam is the one that you talked about on the tapes when you said the people listening are always being watched. But how did Sam know what to do? Did he know that you were going to kill yourself and not stop it?
Dean had too many questions running through his head. He wanted to ask John about it but if he tried to speak a jumble of words would just pour out like vomit. He waited to speak to Sam, he wanted answers right from the source rather that trying to get more out of John.
Once your dad and Mary had headed off for the hunt, the boys were left alone in the library which gave Dean the perfect opportunity to ask questions.
“Dad told me that you’re not even on the tapes,” Dean revealed.
Sam was shaken by what Dean said. He knew he would eventually find out, but never this early. He hated that he would have to explain this all. “I can explain.”
“Did you know?” Dean questioned which left Sam a little confused.
Sam stared at his brother with furrowed brows, “did I know what?”
Dean had to take a second to realise what he was accusing him of. Him and Sam had done some terrible things over the years, but suggesting that he knew you were going to kill yourself and letting it happen wasn’t something he would do. Never. His eyes darted to the floor, he was trying to think of what to say but it didn’t matter; Sam figured out what he was implying.
“No,” Sam shook his head. “No, you can’t accuse me of that, Dean. Of course I didn’t know she was going to kill herself, do you really think I wouldn’t have done everything I could go stop her?”
“I know,” Dean agreed. “But that doesn’t explain anything, Sammy. You’re not on the tapes, but you were the first person to listen to them.”
“Y/N left me the box with a note on the inside,” Sam began to explain.
* * *
The box was sealed and ready. You made sure Sam busy in the kitchen before hiding in the drawer in his room. He wouldn’t need to go in there until tomorrow when he changed his clothes which meant he wouldn’t find the tapes until you were already dead… He wouldn’t find them before it was too late.
It was hidden under a few of his shirts to be sure that if he did go in the drawer to put something away he wouldn’t be able to see it. When you left his room, you had a quick thought, something changed inside of you and you started to believe that maybe you could beat this.
You pushed past it. You couldn’t let that get in the way of everything.
* * *
“A few days after she… Took her life,” he stuttered as he looked down at his hands. He tapped them against the table nervously. “I found the tapes in my drawer. Inside was a note, she explained about the tapes and that I needed to listen to them and make sure everyone on the tapes heard them. She wanted me to make sure that no one could hurt each other until everyone on there had heard them. I have the note here if you wanna read it.”
Sam pulled out his wallet and dug out the note. He held it and looked at it for a few seconds before passing it to his brother.
Dean took the crumpled, folded piece of paper and held it in his hands. “I don’t know if I can. Not yet. Can I keep it for a while?”
“Sure,” Sam nodded. “As long as you need.”
“This note is instructions on what to do?” Dean asked.
“She said it’s her only legacy…” Sam replied. “She wanted me to pass it on for her.”
“Why are you?” Dean questioned. “Why not just kill everyone on the tapes?”
“Because there are people on there that I care about. And Y/N begged me to not do anything until everyone had heard the tapes… I owe it to her to make her mark,” Sam explained. He stopped tapping on the table and moved his hand to his mouth where he nervously bit his nails. He didn’t know what to do with his hands, he felt awkward and weird. He finally just folded his arms over his chest and stood still.
“People you care about are on there? What about Crowley?” Dean snapped.
“We can do something about Crowley when you finish the tapes. You’re the last one on there,” Sam told him.
“The last one? So everyone else on there has heard them?” Dean asked but he already knew the answer.
Sam nodded. He didn’t want to answer anymore questions because what you wanted was for people to know your story through the tapes.
“I just have one more question. Just one more,” Dean promised.
Sam looked up from the floor and back over at Dean; he noticed how serious his face was. Sam knew he wouldn’t be prepared for whatever question was going to follow, but he never knew those words would leave Dean’s mouth.
“Did I kill Y/N?” His hands shook as he asked the question. He knew he would have to listen to his tape, but he would have to wait through everyone else’s first.
“We all killed her,” Sam replied, avoiding the real answer.
“That’s not what I asked,” Dean spat. “Sammy,” he spoke in a sad voice, “after listening to these tapes, and knowing what you know now, answer me that. Did I kill our little sister?”
Sam paused as he stared at his older brother. Dean had never looked so broken or damaged. There was no point in lying because Sam was a terrible liar. Dean knew what the answer was.. But he just needed to hear it. “Sam..”
“Yes,” Sam finally said. “Yes… You did.”
Dean just nodded. He heard what he needed to hear, that one simple word summed it all up for him. He was at the end because he was the final reason.
“But Dean, it doesn’t mean you did it on purpose.” Sam tried to convince him that somehow this wasn’t his fault. “It was just what happened, there was nothing you did or could’ve done… It was just the final straw that drove her to the edge.”
“She’s dead because of me,” Dean concluded.
“Dean!” Sam shouted because his brother wasn’t listening to him. “I already told you. We all killed her.”
There was no reply. He just walked off and went back to his room to listen to the tapes. Dean knew it wasn’t just his fault, but the fact that he even had a part to play in this all was something he would never forgive himself for.
Back in his room, he picked up the tape player on his bed, put the headphones back on and played the tape again. It was like an endless cycle. He felt like all he was doing was listening, leaving his room, listening, leaving his room. Maybe after this tape he should go on a hunt… Even if it’s just a hunt for Crowley. Dean is the last guy on the tapes, Sam said so himself. So if Dean went after Crowley it wouldn’t stop your story from being passed on.
He held it in his hands and once again pressed play.
“So now you know, Crowley, that the people on these tapes will find out that I did want to kill my own father. Everyone knows my secret, now it’s time they knew yours. You do remember why you killed my mother, right?”
* * *
“Why did you do it?” You cried. “What did she do to you?”
“Your mother had a lot of secrets,” Crowley revealed as he stood still in front of you. “There were a lot of things about her that you didn’t know, love. It’s even one of the reasons she wanted you to go live with daddy.”
“No,” you shook your head. “She sent me to live with him because she wanted me to know my father. She always said that a girl should think well of her father.”
“Not that you ever did, considering you wanted to kill him,“ he replied sarcastically.
“You’re still not answering my question,” you hissed. “What the hell could my mother have done to make you do this?”
“Your mother,” he said with power in his voice, “was a hunter.”
“What?” You demanded. “No! She had no idea about hunting, she would never have sent me to live with John if-”
“She sent you to live with John because she wanted you to have knowledge of the life,” Crowley interrupted. “And the reason she couldn’t be the one to teach you was because she was going to do the trials.”
“The trials? You mean like- like the ones that Sam-” you stuttered. “Like when Sam was going to close the gates of hell?”
“Exactly,” he nodded before walking back to his throne and sitting down. “She was going to destroy this place, I couldn’t let my kingdom go down.”
“It wouldn’t go down it would just be closed meaning demons can’t get out! You hate earth anyway, why would you want to stay? You had no good reason to kill her!” You screamed as you stepped closer to to him. You swore that for a minute you put the fear of God in him. “You fucking asshole!”
“I did what I had to do!“ He shouted back. “Your mother became a hunter when John left you because she wanted to protect you from demons.”
“Exactly, she wanted to protect me!” You screeched through tears of anger. “She was a kind woman who wanted to help the world and you killed her so you could feel powerful… You did it so that everyone in hell didn’t know that you are weak, Crowley.”
He knew that everything you were saying was true, but he couldn’t put up with it. Not if he wanted to keep up his image as this big, scary King that ruled hell. He pushed his hand out and as if by magic you flew back into one of the pillars. When you stood up he was standing directly in front of you with a knife pressed against your face. It dug into your skin and cut along your cheek, causing you to whimper.
“If you speak a word of this to any of the Winchesters, and I mean any of them, I will feed them to my hell hounds and make sure you’re the last one and that you suffer. And even before that your secret will get out and they may even try to kill you themselves. It’s not like you ever fit in with them anyway,” he growled. “Do not try me, Y/N. I’ve already killed someone you love, you weren’t there to stop it. Don’t let it happen again.”
Crowley snapped his fingers and you were back in your mothers bedroom. The warm blood was dripping from your cheek and onto the floor. Your moms body was gone, the only thing to show that she was once there was the pool of blood on her sheet. He must have taken her to hell when he sent you back home.
Now you just felt numb. Nothing could happen to change your mood right now. Someone could literally come running at you with a knife and you would just let them. You didn’t care at all because at least you would be feeling something.
The only thing you had left now was going back to live with John. You didn’t want to; the only plus side was that you would get to live with your brothers again. You didn’t really know what to feel about Mary yet, you hadn’t known her long enough but you had a strong feeling that she didn’t like you.
You rummaged through your backpack and found your phone. You called the only person you thought you could trust right now. Sam.
You clicked on his name and waited. After three rings, he finally picked up. “Hey, Y/N. Look, I’m sorry about what dad did to you, I know that he regrets-”
“Sam,” you spoke. Your voice was at a low tone, the kind that if someone spoke in that way anyone would know something was up. “Sa- Sammy.”
“It’s my mom,” you sobbed. “She’s, she’s dead.”
“Y/N, where are you? Stay right where you are I’m coming to get you. Dean!” He shouted to his brother. You heard a door open, Sam must have stepped outside when you called. “Get the keys we need to go get Y/N.”
“Sam,” you cried. “I- I don’t know what happened. It smells like sulphur so it must have been a demon… But I don’t know who.”
“Did you see the demon?” Sam asked as you heard the Impala door shut and the engine roar. They were on their way. “What did it look like?”
“I don’t remember… It cut across my cheek with a knife but everything just happened too quickly,” you lied. “I just, I need you to come here and get me.”
Sam stayed on the phone to you until they arrived. Once they were there they broke the door down and ran upstairs to find you in your mothers room. “The demon took her,” you told them as they came in.
Dean held Ruby’s knife in his hand firmly as he moved around her room to see if anyone was still there. He then walked out of the bedroom and went to look around the rest of the house. You weren’t paying attention to what Sam was doing until you felt his body weigh down the bed next to you.
You both sat next to each other on your moms bed in silence. Anything he said wouldn’t have been enough, so he wrapped his arms around you from the side and held you close. That’s all he could do and the comfort was what you needed. Sam and Dean were the only people left that you considered as family.
It felt like all you could do was cry in the arms of you big brother and hope that his comfort would be enough to not only help you through losing your mother, but help you forget that you have to lie for the man that murdered her.
“This is all my fault,” you whispered.
“No, Y/N don’t say that,” Sam replied as he kept his arms around you. “This isn’t your fault. I promise you are going to get through this. We love you.”
You simply shook your head. “I don’t deserve to be loved.”
* * *
“You ruined my life Crowley,” you concluded. “Have you ever heard that saying, ‘keep your mouth shut and your eyes open’? Well, that’s what I did all those years. I thought my brothers would figure it out, because sometimes silence speaks more than words. But they never did… So now that I’m dead I don’t have to keep my mouth shut. And my eyes may not be open anymore but I’m glad that I can open everyone else’s to what you really are. I can open yours to what you really are. A monster and a coward.”
And that was it. That was the end of tape two. Dean knew what Crowley had done to hurt you and he had never been more angry. Rage took over his body as he thought about that accent in a black suit destroying your life and forcing you to lie to your family. Crowley didn’t just break your family, he broke your trust which meant you never felt safe with trusting someone ever again.
Those were issues that followed you until the day you died. You were hurt and alone and that was all the fault of Crowley. The worst thing Dean realised was that there were 11 tapes left of awful things that people had done to you.
He would have to sit through even more of these and know that people had hurt you and he didn’t do anything to stop it. He would have to listen to everyone else’s tapes.
But worst of all, at the end of it… He would have to listen to his.
A/N: Okay so I lied, this isn’t a short part 2. I got
carried away and completely scraped my outlined ending so I could stretch this
and make more parts. Part 1 has gotten 122 notes in just under 24 hours which
is the most I have ever gotten on a story and in such a short time. Thanks for
all the kind words about part 1 and hope you enjoy part 2. I don’t know when a
part 3 will be out since I still have to outline it but expect it sometime in
the future. The continuation of this story is all thanks to you guys so give
yourselves a round of applause as you have given me more work to do lol. Just
kidding I actually really like this series myself and I look forward to
Summary: The police now believe Dean about your kidnapping,
but since you have crossed state lines how do they deal with the situation of
your “parents”? You can’t really focus too much on your parents as you can’t get
the thoughts of Dean out of your head. Why was everything about this man so
familiar? One thing is for sure nothing is making sense, but then again, isn’t it?
You guys have the same eyes…. what else could be shared?
(Sorry this summary is shit. My head just wants to spoil
everything, but I have to hold back and this is that product.)
***Italics are flashbacks/memories***
^ Just imagine in the hospital with a cast on one leg and hair a little longer.
^ Ok but picture this but with only the top half of his body laying down on the side of your hospital bed, next to you
Characters: Gabriel x Winchester!Reader, Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader
Length: 1153+ words
A/N: So someone requested a Gabriel fic A LOOOOONG TIME AGO- so long ago that I can’t find it anymore, but I’m pretty sure that it was about him always teasing the reader or something, but when someone else did it, he got pissed. Well I tried running with the idea, but I had to change it up a bit.
Gabriel met the youngest Winchester accidentally when he had dropped in the bunker looking for the brothers. He appeared in the kitchen first, hoping to find some treats to steal before being caught. Instead, what he saw was the 5 year-old, her arm halfway down what seems to be a cookie jar, eyes wide like a deer in the headlights. A huge smile appeared on his face as he realized what the little one was trying to do. She retreated her hand back holding a cookie, and placed it behind her figure.
“I’m sorry…” she said, looking down, and pouting.
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell your brothers.” He walked up beside her, grabbing a cookie for himself. “As long as you don’t tell on me.”
She giggled, nodding exuberantly, and taking a huge bite of her cookie.
“Where are you bros, cupcake?” the angel asked, seeing the kid stuff her face with the cookie.
“Dunno,” she replied, managing to spit out cookie crumbs while speaking.
“Wanna help me find them?”
“Kay!” She lifted both arms, demanding to be picked up. Gabriel had no choice but to do what she wanted, placing her against his hip. He cleaned up the traces left behind of her stolen cookie, and started wandering the halls of the bunker.
Ever since then, Gabriel had made it his mission to be in the kid’s life, appearing almost everyday to play and hang out with her.
“Hey, cupcake,” Gabriel greeted the youngest Winchester. She slightly turned her head to him, before quickly looking at her lap.
“Hi,” she said quietly.
The angel frowned. In all his time, knowing her, the little one never failed to jump into his arms as a greeting. “What’s wrong, cupcake?”
“Nothing,” she mumbled, wiping away the tears from the corner of her eyes.
“C’mon, you can tell me,” he prompted, sitting down in front of her bed on the floor.
She continued sniffling, endless tears escaping her eyes.
Gabriel couldn’t control himself. He got up, and took her in his arms, engulfing her in his wings. He whispered sweet words in Enochian, rubbing her back. “It’s gonna be okay, cupcake.”
You glance up to stare at your father, trying to let those words sink in.
It was your 16th birthday. Sam left for college not to long ago and Dean left to hunt by himself, leaving you with your father. You just got home from school when you were presented with a small package. When you opened it with your father, it was just a flannel, but John knew what it would truly mean to you if you knew whose it used to belong to.
“Yeah, in fact, it was her first one.”
You wanted to ask where he got it but you already had an idea, and talking about Mary was a sensitive subject in the family.
The fact that John got this for you was the important thing, you would treasure this flannel forever.
Slightly panicked voices came from one room in the bunker was what you heard when you got back from a supply trip.
“Dude, what are we supposed to do?”
“It’ll be fine Sammy, it’s just a flannel,”
“I guess, but don’t you ever wonder why she wears that one the most, what if it means something to her?”
“It’s just a flannel Sam, how much could it mean to her?”
Hearing that you walked into the library, where the voices of your brothers were coming from. You just hoped it wasn’t as bad as it sounded.
When you walked in you could see that it was. The flannel that dad gave you on your 16th birthday, mom’s first flannel, was in two pieces.
You stare at it, your eyes become glossy. That’s when Sam speaks up,
“Sis, we didn’t mean-”
“Shut up! Both of you, get out!” You yell.
“You can’t just kick us out of-” Dean starts.
“I don’t care, GET OUT!” You screech with all your might interrupting him.
They scramble out of the library in no time. You walk towards the two halves of the flannel and pick it up to bring it closer to you, trying not to cry.
Hours later, there was a knock on your door. With a weak voice, you answer, “If you’re Castiel, come in, if you’re Sam or Dean, go away.” Dean’s gruff voice answered back, “If you’re not going to open the door, we can just talk out here to you.”
“What makes you think that I’ll answer back?”
“Because you’re answering right now, sweet pea.”
You slip a little ‘dammit’ in before hesitantly saying, “come in.” Both brothers walk in to see you sitting on your bed, with red eyes and sewing back the flannel by hand.
Not knowing what to say, they sit on the edge of your bed. A few more minutes pass when you whisper, “It was mom’s.” They look up to see you staring at the flannel. “Dad gave it to me on my 16th birthday, and it was mom’s first flannel. That’s why it means so much to me, it’s the only part of mom I have.”
Sam and Dean instantly feel more guilty. “Y/n, we’re so sorry, we didn’t realize it was mom’s.”
Something in you snapped when Dean said that. “What, so it’s okay to rip my stuff and get off scot-free but when it’s mom’s you feel bad? No, no it’s not okay, I don’t accept your apology and I need you both to get out of my room.” You push them both out of your room and slam the door in their faces.
You sigh and move back to sit on your bed and continue sewing the flannel back together. The boys really dug themselves into a hole this time.
Warnings: None. Just fluffiness
Characters: Sam & Dean Winchester, Sister Winchester Reader
Summary: You keep taking Sam’s stuff
Reader’s Age: Any
Word Count: 588(like I said it’s a drabble)
Y/N: Your Name
A/N: Wrote half of this awhile ago when I still had my laptop and I finished it a few days ago and boom here it is! Also figured y'all needed something nice and fluffy after the last imagine… Heh… Enjoy!
“Dean, have you seen my laptop?” Sam asked his brother, looking frantically around the library.
“No. Did you lose it?”
Sam gave Dean the classic Winchester bitch-face. “If I hadn’t lost it, I wouldn’t be asking you,” Sam snarked.
“Well looks like you also just lost my help,” Dean picked up his book and walked off.
Sam’s alarm clock blared in his room and startled him awake. He rolled over with a groan and shut it off. Sighing, he got up and dragged his feet, heavy with sleep, over to his dresser. Sam opened a drawer, realizing he only had two flannels left. With a confused look, Sam took one of the two flannels left and came to the conclusion that simply no one’s done the laundry in awhile.
Sam had a shower, got dressed and made his way to the library.
“Is Y/N up yet?” Sam asked once he saw Dean scrolling on his laptop, feet up on the table and leaning back in a chair.
“Not that I know of,” Dean answered, noticing Sam’s flannel. “Didn’t you wear that a few days ago?”
“I thought so too…” Sam looked down at his clothes, “All my shirts and flannels are disappearing. Has anyone done the laundry?”
“Yeah. Y/N did it yesterday,” Dean told Sam, fianlly getting into this odd mystery.
“Maybe she hasn’t brought my clothes to my room yet.” Sam said just above a whisper, but with the quiet that the Bunker always had, Dean heard.
“Dean!” Sam yelled from down the hall, peeking his head out of his bedroom door.
“What?!” Dean yelled back, not bothering to get up from his comfy spot in a chair.
“Did you take one of my books?” Sam yelled back, walking around the corner into the kitchen.
Dean called back, “Dude, I haven’t taken any of your stuff.”
Sam’s thoughts were interrupted as he saw you waltz into the kitchen. His eyes instantly went to the flannel you were wearing, not just any flannel, his flannel.
Sam cleared his throat. “Y/N?” You turned around, giving him a silent cue to continue. “Is that my flannel?” He pointed to the giant red plaid flannel you were wearing. You looked down at it and fiddled with the soft, long sleeves.
“Uhmmm… no?” you answered, avoiding Sam’s eyes in hopes he won’t make you give them back.
“Are you the one stealing my stuff?” Sam couldn’t help the grin that wormed it’s way in.
“Okay,” you huffed in defeat. “I usually just take like one or two of your flannels, but then I kept losing them so I kept taking more…”
Sam gave you a straight and unreadable face, making you crack like an egg. “They’re comfy!” you defended, waving your hands around and the long sleeves flew around, nearly hitting a pan.
“I want my flannels back, and all the other stuff you took from me,” Sam chuckled, “but… you can keep one.”
“Fine…” You pouted, shuffling back to your room to find all the hidden flannels you stole. Dean started laughing as he watched the mystery unfold.
“I don’t get why she goes after my things,” Sam chuckled.
“As long as she doesn’t take my stuff…” Dean snarked, earning an eye roll from Sam. “Y'know… Some of my blankets have been going missing- Y/N!!” Dean yelled, racing out of the kitchen after you as he heard Sam burst out laughing.
I hope y'all like this one! I’m open for tips on improving!
Pairings: Dean x reader!sister, Sam x reader!sister
Word Count: 681
Reader Age: Younger than both boys, I imagine
Dean groaned loudly as
you trudged through the door of the motel room. It had been a constant, near 24
hour, loop of driving and interviewing and the three of you were beyond exhausted and beyond annoyed with each other. The case
you and your brothers were working involved a suspected haunting of a high school,
so there had been many ‘witnesses’ at the scene. Barely being able to keep your
eyes open, you dropped your duffel by the table, slipped your blazer off, and
flopped onto the first bed in sight.
“This is the most
comfortable, uncomfortable bed ever,” you mumbled into the blanket, taking your
gun out of the waistband of your slacks and tossing it onto the other bed. A
heavy thud landed directly to your left and you lifted your head to see your
mess of a brother, still in his FBI suit.
“Scoot, shorty!” Dean
shouted as he attempted to shove you off the side of the bed. You protested and
shoved back at him with no luck.
“Why can’t you and
Sammy share a bed for once?” you whined and grabbed a pillow, smacking Dean
weakly with it. He yanked it out of your grip and whacked you back before
shoving it under his head and closing his eyes.
“This is so unfair,”
you snapped and sat up, crossing your arms over your chest. You turned towards
Sam and pleaded, “Sam, I don’t think I’ve ever had a bed to myself in my entire
life, I just want a good night’s sleep, there’s not even a couch for me in
You knew you sounded childish, but you also knew that it would probably work. Sam sighed and nodded.
He shook Dean’s legs to wake him up and received a solid kick to the abdomen.
“Dude!” Sam exclaimed,
putting a hand to his stomach. “She’s right, just let her sleep,” he told Dean
and sat on the other bed to untie his shoes. When Dean said nothing in return,
you maneuvered to stand, giving Dean another shove.
“I’m gunna get ready
for bed. I want a bed, Dean!” you
yelled and threw your shoe at him, hitting him in the leg. He murmured
something incoherent while you closed the door to the bathroom behind you. When
you went to brush your teeth, you were greeted by the toothpaste caked almost
entirely around the tube and its cap.
“Ew Dean! Come on!
Again? Would you quit doing this?” You stormed out of the bathroom, waving the
Dean, still face-first
into the bed, mumbled, “Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, sis.”
You huffed and unnecessarily
slammed the bathroom door shut. Annoyed, you wiped the toothpaste off with a
grimace. You heard Sam talking to Dean but couldn’t make out what he said. A
few minutes later you reentered the room to see your brothers, both still in their suit-tops, facing each other in a stance you knew all too well.
“Loser gets the floor,”
Dean said quickly as he got into rock-paper-scissors formation. Sam squinted
his eyes and tilted his head slightly. You watched as Dean played scissors and
Sam, rock. Dean swore under his breath and turned away, irritated.
“Night, sucker,” you
snickered and dove into your now empty bed, yanking the blankets over your
“I hate you both,” Dean
muttered, giving Sam a push and you a glare.
After a bit more bickering, they both changed
into t-shirts. Dean grabbed a pillow and the top
blanket off each bed, folding one in half to lie on and covering himself with
“Love ya, De,” you called
out, feeling slightly guilty for making your brother sleep on the floor, but
not guilty enough to give up your bed.
“Whatever,” he grunted,
turning over on his side. You were nearly asleep when your gassy brother let
“Aww c’mon Dean!” Sam
cried out and you buried your face into your pillow, avoiding whatever smells were
lingering in the air. Dean chuckled and you heard Sam throw something at him.
“You’re frickin’ disgusting!”
Summary: After keeping it bottled up for so long, you finally tell the boys and your father, John, about how you feel about him leaving you when you were little.
Life on the road was different to what you grew up knowing. Before you were involved in the supernatural world, you lived in a small village with your mother; it was just you and her in your small house. You had no brothers or sisters, you had an absent father most of your life- that was until he decided he had time for you. When she died, you were forced into the world of evil. You were involved with the monsters and the apocalypse and everything in between. This life, honestly, sucked; but it wasn’t like you had any other choice.
@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
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.”
“It says here that you are the legal guardian of Y/N Winchester, correct?”
“Yeah. Why what happened.” Dean spoke in a gruff voice.