A/N: Not that anyone cares I’ve been hella busy and haven’t had time to literally write anything and I still really don’t, but I’m going to anyways bc I have some inspiration. Enjoy. Feedback is always appreciated(:
Characters: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader
Warnings: swearing, angst, overprotective Dean, mention of death, yelling, very close relationship b/w Dean and reader? let me know if I missed anything
Tagging: @winchesters-favorite-girl because I think she might be interested and I really love and look up to her as a writer. I hope you don’t mind.
You loved your brothers more than anything in the world. I mean, you were practically raised by them. John was never around, your mom was just some quick fuck that John had on a hunt. As soon as demons got word that John Winchester knocked up some chick and he had another child, they came and killed your mother when you were only a few months old. Thankfully, your mom got John on the phone as they were trying to get in and he was in town so he saved you. Not your mom though. Dean had been 16 at the time, Sam was 12. You were by far the baby of the family and Sam and Dean made it their mission to protect you from everything. And when I say everything, I mean literally everything. You were never even supposed to have been born. But nevertheless, here you were seventeen years later, alive and kicking, living in the bunker with Sam and Dean, the two best brothers in the entire world.
Summary- Reader is starting to hallucinate Lucifer, (basically like Sam) she keeps it a secret but her brothers find out.
Warnings- Swearing(I think idk).
A/N- It’s just something I thought of when I was watching reruns of SPN, I’m honestly really chuffed with it:)
Slowly opening your eyes you tensed up, somebody was in your room, you slowly reached your hand under your pillow and grasped the gun you had lying under it.
“I know you’re awake, Y/N” the voice spoke, “and a gun? Really? You think a gun would work on little old me? How adorable” he mocked. Rolling your eyes, you sat up and faced him with furrowed eyebrows, “who are you?” You asked quietly, he looked at you with fake hurt as he placed his hand over his heart, “you mean, Sammy hasn’t told you about me? I’m hurt” he spoke, then his eyes turned red causing you to shuffle back slightly.
As much as you wanted your brothers to stay with you in the Bunker you told them to go. Those victims and to be victims needed Hunters to take the case before anything got worse. These people were dying. You were fine…weren’t you?
Sam and Dean knew you struggled with mental health issues, which is why they were reluctant to leave you, but you promised them you’d be fine. How could you be fine?
Your breathing was deep and heavy as you reached for your phone. It didn’t take long for him to pick up: “Y/N?” Sam’s worried voice was supposed to fill you with relief, but instantly guilt washed over. “Hey Sweetheart, you okay?” He spoke much more quickly this time. “Yeah I’m fine…uh…” You tried to think of a reason to call that would convince him you were telling the truth. “I knew we shouldn’t have left you…” He sighed.
“Sammy everything’s fine.”
“Then why are you calling me? Bug, it’s okay to not be okay. I’m proud of you for calling.” His soft loving voice made you well up with tears. “I just feel so empty.” You whispered, tears trickling down your cheeks.
“Hey shh, it’s okay. You’re gonna be okay I promise.”
You nodded even though he couldn’t see you. “I miss you.” You sobbed, trying your best to hold it in, but ultimately failing. “I miss you too, love. Dean can handle the case on his own I’m coming back, okay?” “Are you sure? I’m not worth it, Sammy. There are people’s lives at stake-” “Don’t put yourself down like that Y/N. You’re just as important and I’m not gonna let you suffer. I’m coming home….Love you, sis.” “Love you too Sammy, hug De for me?” “Of course.”
You didn’t want to wake him but this was important. Creeping down the hallway, your body visibly shaking from crying, you made your way to your brothers room. You quietly closed the door behind you, your feet padding on the ground as you made your way over to him. He was asleep.
“D-Dean?” You managed, your lip trembling. Immediately he was awake -Hunters instincts. After his initial panic, he calmed down. But not for long as he noticed your state.
“Y/N?” He got up from his bed and rushed toward your sobbing figure.
“Sweetheart what’s wrong?” He knelt down so he was eye level with you. His gentle hand tucked away a strand of hair behind your ear, his hand lightly resting on your cheek before he held his arms out for you. You collapsed into him, his arms enveloped you in a hug as he held you close.
“Shhh, it’s okay. I’ve got you.” He cooed, his arm stroking your hair as you sobbed into his chest. He knew you struggled with depression, he knew you didn’t need to talk about it sometimes but just a shoulder to cry on. Dean was there for you whatever the need.
He gently led you to his bed where you sat next to him, still clutching on to him for dear life. He continued to hold you, breathing with you, reassuring you through the occasional whisper and kissing your forehead. You stayed there for quite some time, even when your sobs died down to sniffles then to nothing. You remained, your head resting on his chest, the fabric of his flannel shirt a comfort of its own.
“I’m sorry.” You finally said, looking up at him with sad eyes. “No you don’t have to be sorry, sweet.” He assured you, rubbing your back “Not ever. I’m proud of you, so so proud of you.” You nodded against him, not wanting to get up from his comfort.
“If you want to talk about anything, me and Sam are always here. Always.” “Thank you.” You managed a weak smile. “Come on, you can sleep with me tonight.” He let you go to shuffle up so there was room for you to crawl on. You did, curling back up against him and closing your sore eyes He wrapped his arms round you protectively, reassuring you he was there. Your soar eyes drooped shut as he held you close and lulled you into a deep sleep.
Going ahead with my request XD Okay, I have an ideia. Can you do one with that the reader!sister is feeling down and depressive, and Sam notice that and try to cheer her up. (Fluff, pleaase, like I’ve told you lol)
I thought I might as well do both Sam and Dean Idk I guess this blogs been too Sam-centric recently and as much as we love our Moose Squirell deserves some love haha, Hope you liked it! x
Hi everybody!! So this is not at all good but I really wanted to write something like this
Characters-Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Sister Reader
Warnings- Swearing, angst,
You walked slowly behind your brothers as they opened the motel door, you had just come back from a guresome hunt, there was supposed to be only one wendigo but it turned out there were three so in short things didn’t go according to plan and all you had to do a lot of things in an impromptu way. The only problem was that one of the wendigo had dug it’s claws in your left leg and your right arm was coloured in red and black bruises, if one is being honest everything in your body was hurting. And this was the very reason why your elder brother Dean was pissed as hell.
As soon as you entered the room, Dean dropped his duffel bag on the ground and turned towards you. He looked at you with such anger and resentment in his eyes that if looks could kill you would not only be dead but Dean would personally drop you at the gates of heaven or hell.
“Sit”, he commanded in a gruff voice and you instantly went and sat at the edge of the bed. “Sam get the first aid so I can clean this up”.Sam immediately went to get the first aid without a word, everyone knew when Dean was angry all we have to do is back off.
“I need to clean your leg first ,sit further back on the bed so I can clean the leg”, so you shifted till you back was touching the headboard and your legs were carefully spawrled out in front of you.
Dean carefully rolled up your jeans while you pressed your lips together to stop from hissing in pain, Sam kept the first aid near Dean and sat beside you so he could hold your hand. You smiled faintly at Sam which he returned and sequezed your hand.
Dean first cleaned the cut and then he poured the alcohol on the wound, you let out a small cry of pain at which Sam gently soothed you. “Shhhh it’s okay y/n, it’s okay”
When Dean had finished his procedure, Sam got off the bed first so he could help you sit in a more comfortable position.
“Stop coddling her Sam”, Dean said in a harsh tone
“Dean she is hurt”, Sam tried to reason with your elder brother.
“I know, which brings me to a very intersesting question; what in the world were you thinking?”
The air in the room turned very still, and you nervously swallowed the harshness away in your throat. You hated when Dean got angry with you, you loved him more than anyone else in the world except Sam and you hated when you dissapointed him.
So you gathered your courage and very calmly spoke,“I know you are angry Dean but I didn’t mean to get hurt, everything happened so fast and all of us had to make the best of a bad or in this case really bad situation”
“Are you making excuses? Do you see me and Sam with such injuries?
You shook your head because you could not merely his eyes.
“That’s right we don’t have such injuries because we are smart, well trained hunters and not dumb like you, today you come to motel kipping on your leg, tomorrow me and Sam will be carrying your dead body here”
“Dean! What the hell are yo-”
“Sam, let me deal with this, you baby her too much when will she grow, when will she learn when will she start acting like a fucking mature adult?! ”
You bit your lips hard trying not let the tears which had filled your eyes drop on your cheek but unfortunately, no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t keep them inside and they spilled on your cheeks.
“Oh great, now she is crying”, Dean said while clapping his hands and mocking you in every way.
Sam was about to go to comfort her but Dean stopped him.
“Sam when will she learn? When will she start acting like a responsible adult ?
“That is the point Dean! She is barely fourteen she is not an adult!! ”
“Well she is not a kid either! She hast learn. When will she stop being a burden?! ”
And that was it for you, you ran out of the motel room and started running down the empty main road, you couldn’t believe it that the man who you had placed on the highest pedestal considered you a burden, you loved him so much and he didn’t even love you back.
“Y/N! STOP!” you heard Dean’s voice behind you but you didn’t stop.
“Y/n please, just listen” So you turned around and saw Dean a little farther away on the sidewalk, with Sam right behind him.
“WHAT DO YOU WANT?! ” you had just screamed that when suddenly out of nowhere a car came and collided again you and you only felt immense pain and then black.
My eyes widened when I saw the car hit my baby sister. None of us had seen it coming.
“Y/N !!!!” Me and Sam yelled together and ran to where our baby sister lay on the ground.
Anger boiled in me when I saw what condition she was in, for one second I thought that she was dead.
“Dean, she is breathing……. barely, Call the ambulance ” Sam said in a broken voice as he cradled my baby sister in his arm whispering words of comfort.
I quickly called the ambulance and gave them the details of the place, I checked on the driver of the car and saw that he was unconscious but had no physical injuries.
I went and knelt down next to Sam, so I could see my baby girl.
“ Sweetheart, don’t worry nothing will happen to you, I am right here okay so don’t be scared me and Sam we are not going anywhere”
“WHERE IS THE DAMM AMBULANCE!?!?!! ”
I turned my attention back to my sister, I grabbed her hands and peppered them with kisses and started mumbling “I am sorry, I am so so sorry, I love you” no then started sobbing hysterically and felt Sam’s hand rub my back up and down in comfort as we waited for the ambulance.
*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 and Dean stood outside of the classroom, your hand in Dean’s much larger one. Other kids and their parents poured into the room which walls were dressed in drawings and colorful posters of the alphabet. It was the start of the school year, and unsurprisingly it was also the first day of a new school for the both of you.
”You ready?” Dean asked as he looked down at you, and his green eyes was met by your round ones.
Warnings: None Characters: Sam & Dean Winchester, sister Winchester reader, Gabriel, Castiel, Balthazar, Rowena, Crowley, Lucifer Summary: EASTER. EGG. HUNT. Reader’s Age: 5-6 years old Word count: 1040
Y/N: Your Name Y/N/N: Your Nickname
A/N: My frens helped with all the ideas so if it seems all over the place that’s because I tried to fit all their ideas into one imagine. (And I didn’t even get them all) But basically everyone is friends in this world! Happy Easter and enjoy!
Waking up with a yawn you stretched as your eyes fluttered open. You looked around your room and saw pastel colors like pink, purple, yellow, and green covering the walls and furniture. You hopped out of bed and trotted over to a small, pink basket with some fake Easter grass covering the bottom of it.
“Easter…” you whispered to yourself. You grabbed the basket and scanned your room, searching for Easter eggs.
Your eyes finally landed on a small blue egg sitting on your bed frame. You ran over, grabbed the egg and set it in your basket.
You opened your door and peeked outside. Streamers decorated the halls. With a smile and a skip in your step, you headed towards the kitchen, picking up a few eggs here and there along the way.
Once you arrived in the kitchen you looked to the table to see a bunch of food. From ham to carrot cake to even butter shaped like a small lamb. Looking around the room you spotted a few Easter eggs.
Picking up what you assume to be the last egg in the kitchen you were startled by a voice that spoke from the corner. “Enjoying the hunt?” You turned around and saw Gabriel finishing a cookie.
“Yeah! I has so many eggs!” You raised your basket to show Gabriel.
“The Easter Bunny was pretty busy,” Gabriel commented. You smiled, grabbed a mini doughnut and headed out of the kitchen.
You padded down the hall into the War Room. You turned the corner to see the one and only, Lucifer. Of course, you didn’t know he was Satan, you only knew him as Luci. He had his feet propped up on the map table and a pair of pink bunny ears on his head.
“Welcome!” he greeted. “Have you found all the eggs yet?”
“Not yet. I have lots of rooms to go,” you responded as you searched the room. Luci unwrapped a piece of candy and plopped it in his mouth.
You made your way into the library where you saw Sam and Dean towards the back by the giant telescope. Sam was sitting down and Dean was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. They both had small smiles as they watched you run around the room looking for eggs.
Once you were done looking for eggs you skipped over to your brothers and showed them your basket. “Lookie! I gots lots of eggs!”
“Wow, you’ve been busy,” Sam replied, giving you a soft tap on your shoulder.
“Where are your eggs?” you asked, looking back and forth between your brothers.
“We don’t have any eggs,” Sam responded.
“Oh…” you looked down at your eggs. “Here!” you handed an egg to Sam, then one to Dean. Sam and Dean both smiled.
“Thanks, Y/N/N,” Dean chuckled and ruffled your hair.
“Happy Easter!” a new voice spoke. You all turned your attention to the man standing in the library, Balthazar. “This is for you,” Balthazar handed you a bottle of wine.
Your eyebrows furrowed together as you stared at the wine. As soon as it was in your hands, it was snatched away, you turned around and saw Sam holding the wine with a disapproving face.
“What are you doing? That’s hers,” Balthazar pointed to you.
“She’s five,” Sam argued.
“And when she’s whatever age that bottle of wine better still be here for her.” Balthazar made his point clear.
Balthazar turned around to see Luci standing behind him trying to put bunny ears on him. “What are you doing?” Balthazar backed away.
“You need to get in the Easter spirit,” Luci continued to try and put bunny ears on Balthazar.
“Stop that,” Balthazar pushed Luci’s hand away, earning a giggle from you.
You took two eggs out of your basket and walked over to the angels. You put one in Luci’s hand and the other in Balthazar’s. They both smiled at you and Luci opened his egg.
“Did you forget about me?” Gabriel entered the room. You laughed and grabbed an egg then ran over to Gabe. You handed Gabe the egg and ran back over to your brothers.
“My, oh, my, doesn’t this place look beautiful!” a Scottish voice made its presence known. You turned around and saw Rowena admiring the decorations and Crowley was standing next to her.
“Oh! Dear, what are you still doing in your pajamas? Come, let’s get you in something different.” Rowena held out her hand. You grabbed two eggs and handed one to Crowley who gladly accepted the egg with a small head nod and handed the other to Rowena. You and Rowena then headed to your room.
Rowena dressed you in a pretty, yellow sundress. She curled your hair before taking strands from the front and pinning them back.
You two made your way back into the kitchen where everyone was gathered around the table that was covered with food. You walked over and sat next to Sam; Rowena sat on your other side.
“I feel like we’re missing someone…” Dean commented before sitting down.
“I believe that would be me,” Castiel spoke from behind you. You turned around and jumped out of your seat.
“What are you holding, Cas?” Sam noticed Castiel holding something inside his trench coat.
“A present for Y/N,” Castiel took his hands out of his coat to reveal a small, adorable, fuzzy bunny. You gasped and ran over to him. “Now remember, bunnies are a lot of work, you have to take care of it.”
“Cas, I thought we talked about this. Don’t get her a gift that requires work!” Dean stood up.
“Can we keep it?” you took the bunny from Cas and stared at your brothers with big puppy dog eyes.
“C'mon, Dean. You won’t let her have a dog, you’re allergic to cats, let her at least keep the bunny.” Sam tried to convince his brother.
Dean thought for a moment, staring down at your pleading face; he was already a goner. “Fine,” Dean huffed and threw his arms up, clearly upset he lost this battle.
“YAY!” you cheered and snuggled the rabbit in your arms.
“To Easter,” Crowley raised a glass.
“To Easter!” Everyone said simultaneously, raising their glasses.
I hope y’all like this one and I’m open for tips on improving!
“I am sorry guys, I didn’t think that the vampire would …” I said
“You didn’t think? You almost killed Sam!” Dean yelled.
I looked down, afraid of looking into Dean’s disappointed eyes. This was my worse nightmare ever since I started hunting with my half-brothers Sam and Dean. I was afraid that one day I would get one of them killed.
“Dean, it’s not her fault! She almost got killed too!” Sam tried to reason with Dean.
“Better her than you.” Dean said under his breath. Sam did not hear it but I did. Dean thought that I did not hear it because he rushed to help Sam into a chair to check his injuries. Sam had a rather ugly cut on his abdomen.
“CASS!! We need you here!” Dean yells. A slight flutter of wings and the angel appeared. Cass did not ask questions and went straight to healing Sam. I looked at them and realized one thing. They were the original trio. Two brothers and an angel. I was just a burden that they had to bear. After Adam and mom died, they took me in because “I was family.” Honestly, they did it because the felt guilty for leaving Adam in the cage with Lucifer.
I rushed into my room before either of them saw the tears in my eyes. It hurt, knowing that I was a burden and that I was not wanted there. I walked into my room, shut the door and collapsed onto the floor. There was a sharp pain on my thigh where I fell into some broken glass. I slowly got off the floor and started taking off my jeans. I bit my lips to stop myself from yelling out in pain.
There was long gnash on my thigh. I guessed the adrenaline kept me from feeling the pain. Suddenly, the room started to spin. The next thing I know, I was on the floor and then, there was darkness.
My eyes opened slowly. It was like in the movies where the unconscious person slowly regains consciousness. Everything went from blurry to HD in about five seconds and three blinks of the eye. I was on my bed. It smelt like it. I heard some awful yelling only to realize that Sam and Dean were having a full blown argument just five feet away from me. I closed my eyes and pretended I was still asleep.
“She is nothing more than a burden. If she had told us she was hurt, none of this would be necessary!” Dean yelled.
“Dean, you were too worried about rubbing her mistake into her face to even check her for injuries. This is your fault Dean!” Sam replied, slightly agitated.
“She almost got you killed Sam! What was I supposed to do? You are my brother! She is nothing more than dad’s bastard of a daughter!” Dean said.
“You are just jealous because she had a normal life and you did not! Face it Dean, she is our sister! We are supposed to be loving brothers.” Sam argued. Dean said nothing more and stormed out. I heard Sam pull a chair and the next thing I knew, he was holding my hand.
“Y/N, I know we have not been the best brothers in the world. I am so sorry. I should have have taken better care of you when Dean did not. In some ways, I understand you, being the younger one. But don’t worry. It will all change now. I promise, you won’t ever be a burden to us.” Sam said.
I decided that it was time that I “woke up,” so I, channeled my inner actress and faked my awakening. I made sure I blinked a couple of times, moved around slowly and moaned in pain. I opened my eyes and saw a teary eyed Sam in front of me. Sam had a big smile on his face.
“You are awake, are you alright?” asked Sam.
“I am fine, what happened?” I asked.
“Well, you were hurt. There was a huge cut on your thigh. It was worse than my injury. Why didn’t you tell me or Dean?” He asked.
“I didn’t want to be a burden, sorry. I thought I could handle it myself. I am so sorry.” I said almost crying.
“Hey, hey, hey, don’t apologize. You did not do anything wrong alright. You are not a burden. If anything, you are a gift to us. Don’t tell Dean, but I have always wanted a younger sister.” Sam said.
“I won’t tell Dean. Thank you Sam.” I said.
“Call me Sammy, like Dean does.” Sam said, holding my hand.
“Okay Sammy, I love you.” I said hesitantly.
“I love you to sissy. Get some rest, I will bring you food later.” Sam said. Sam stood up, gave me a kiss on my forehead and left my room. I felt a little better and for the first time, I felt like I was loved. I rolled over and slept with a smile on my face.
After that incident, Sam and I had become closer. He and I would spend hours reading books together in the library. He convinced Dean that I could stay in the bunker and provide information to them while they were on hunts. It proved to be a good idea as I helped them crack a few of their hard cases. Sam was very proud of me and would tell me so.
Dean on the other hand was different. He started to treat me worse. He would only talk to me because Sam was in the room. When Sam was not around, he would ignore me completely. I figured that I could not be too greedy. I assumed that Dean was jealous that I was spending more time with Sam. He made sure that there were always out on cases so I would have less time with Sam. Sam realized what he was doing but did not confront him.
“Y/N, we found a case. It is in Michigan.” Sam said while standing outside my room door.
“What? But you guys just got back yesterday. Don’t you guys need to rest and recover?” I asked. Honestly, I just wanted some quality time with Sam. I missed him while he went on hunts.
“I know sissy, but Dean says that it is important and there were no other hunters around to help.” he said, looking at me sadly.
“Well, I guess that can’t be helped. I missed you though.” I said. Sam came in a sat beside me on the bed.
“I know that Dean has been doing this because he is jealous that we are together so much. I should have said something, I am sorry baby.” Sam said. He only called me baby when he wanted to make sure I did not get angry.
“I know too. Don’t worry. He is your brother first. I come second. I am okay with it, as long as both of you come back in one piece. Contrary to what you may think, I do love Dean too. I love him like how I loved daddy. Dean is a lot like daddy.
“Baby, I promise I will talk to Dean about this alright. I also promise to make sure Dean and I come back in one piece. I love you so much.” Sam said, giving me a big hug.
“I love you both, my big brothers!” I said, returning the hug.
“We’ll be back in a couple of days. We will check in every night and whenever we need too. Behave!” Dean said, standing outside my door. Sam huffed in frustration and turned toward Dean to say something but I replied before he could.
“Yes Dean, I will. Don’t worry about me.” I said. Sam turned around me and he mouthed an apology to me. He stood up and followed Dean. I took a deep breath and looked around my room. Another few days of being alone.
I spent the next few days cleaning the bunker. I washed all the bed sheets, deep cleansed the kitchen and dusted the place. When I wasn’t cleaning, I was knee deep in the lore, trying to help Sam and Dean with the up and coming monster.
After I had identified the monster, I went back to bed. It was already midnight and I was exhausted from all the work. I slept well, knowing my brothers will be back the next day. Around four in the morning, I received a call from Sam. I immediately panicked. I was worried something had happen to either of them.
“Sam! What’s wrong?” I asked. My heart was racing.
“It’s Dean, he got hurt bad. He might not make it.” said Sam. His voice was breaking.
“Where you you guys? I will be there as soon as I can.” I said. I got up and started stripping off my pajamas.
“Michigan General Hospital, drive safe sissy.” Sam said. I was heartbroken. I could sense that if Dean died, Sam would be devastated. I wished that it was me that was dying. Then, an idea hit me. I knew what I had to do.
“Sam, don’t worry. Dean will pull through. I promise you.” I said before hanging up.
There was only one way to save Dean. I put on my clothes, collected several items and then left. I was scared of what I was about to do. But I was more afraid of losing Dean.
“Hello darlin, what do I owe the pleasure?” Crowley asked.
“My brother, Dean. Save him.” I said.
“What are you willing to offer, my sweet young thing?” Crowley asked, stroking my cheek. I looked in Crowley’s eyes and sensed some sympathy, well, enough for the King of Hell.
“Anything.” I said. The next thing I knew, Crowley’s lips were on mine.
I walked in the hospital and saw Sam and Dean in the hallway. I ran straight towards Dean and gave him a big hug. The next thing I knew, I was violently pulled away from Dean.
“This is all your fault!” Dean yelled at me.
“What? I don’t understand!” I said. Did he know about the deal that I made?
“If you had done your research, I would not have gotten hurt.” he said. Then, Sam yanked me away from Dean and into his arms. He held me close to himself.
“Dean, it is not her fault. We all did research and came up with the same conclusion. Don’t pin this on her, you selfish bastard!” Sam yelled at Dean. Sam then took my hand and pulled me out with him.
“Where the hell do you think you are going?” Dean asked.
“I am riding with Y/N!” Sam yelled back. I tried to stop Sam but he was too strong for me. I let him pull me out of the hospital. Sam opened the passenger seat door and gently shoved me inside the car. He then went around and got in the driver’s seat. We were on the road in five seconds.
It has been three weeks since Sam left Dean in Michigan. It has been an incredibly stressful week for all three of us. Sam and Dean were talking more these day, it seems like they have solved their issues. Sam has been extra loving to me. He spent more time with me. I took full advantage of it, knowing I only had a week before my time was up.
I yelled Sam’s name. No answer. I walked out to his room. He was not there. I checked the kitchen and then the library, no one but Dean. I walked in slowly. Dean was having a beer, at 10 a.m. It did not look good.
“Dean, where is Sam?” I asked.
“None of your business.” Dean said, gulping down the beer. Normally, I would have apologized and walked away. But since I only had days left, I figured that I should know the truth to why he hates me so much. I pulled a chair and sat in front of him.
“Why do you hate me so much Dean?” I asked, looking straight into his eyes.
“I don’t hate you. Why do you think I do?” Dean asked, looking away. I was furious. He was trying so hard to hide his hate for me. I made a deal to save his life and he won’t even look at me.
“Really? Ever since I you found out about me, you have treated me like shit. I tried everything I could to please you. I saved your… I am sorry that your duo became a trio. I am sorry dad did not treat you like he treated Adam and I. I am sorry I had a mother and you did not. But this is not a reason for you to just pretend I did not exist!” I yelled.
“Fine! I hate you! I hate that you had a better life with dad than me. I hate that you just barged into our lives and made us responsible for you. Most of all, I hate that you took Sammy away from me. You are nothing but a burden. You should have never been with us. If I could, I would put you in the cage with Lucifer!” Dean said. I was shocked. I did not know his hate had run so deep.
“Maybe your wish would come true.” I said. I stood up and walked out of the library.
That night, I wanted to spend the whole night with Sam. It would be my last night with my beloved brother. I would miss him the most. I faked being afraid of a nightmare to get him to stay with me. We spent the whole night talking and laughing. Sam finally slept beside me. I was awake. I spent about an hour watching him sleep. That was how I wanted to remember my brother, peaceful and happy.
Finally, I slowly got out of the bed so Sam would not wake up. I changed my clothes. I took one of Sam’s flannel and tied it around my waist. That way, I would have something of Sam’s with me. Then, I took Dean’s shirt and I wore it. I now have both of my brothers with me. I was ready for the consequence of the deal.
I walked out of the bunker. Outside, Crowley was already waiting for me. He saw the tears in my eyes. I thought I saw him hesitate. Then he clicked his finger and we left.
Being in the cage with Lucifer was absolute hell. He was exactly how Sam described but ten times worse. He would fill my head with lies. He only mentally abused me. Apparently, Lucifer was a gentleman and would not hit a woman. That was the only good thing going for me. I was to be Lucifer’s punching bag. It keeps him from attacking the rest of hell. This went on for a long time.
— Sam’s POV
It has been almost five years since Y/N left. Dean and I have searched high and low for her. Nothing. I was devastated. Dean was sad too but somehow, I felt that he was hiding something. I never got to confronting him because I was afraid that he will leave me too. Fast forward to now, where I have to be in the cage with Lucifer to get him to work together with God.
I am afraid that Y/N is in hell. We found and killed a few crossroads demon before Crowley came and told us to “go to hell” when we asked if Y/N made a deal. I could have sworn that he knew something about Y/N. I did not press the issue. Part of me was afraid of what I would find out. The other part of me just missed her.
Now, I am about to be transported into Lucifer’s cage. I was nervous. I shook that feeling away and nodded to Crowley. He seemed a little hesitant but he motioned for Rowena to start the spell. In an instant, I was in the cage with Lucifer. He smiled at me and pointed behind me. I looked behind me, there was no one. Then I looked down and I saw her. My sister was in the cage.
I rushed to her. She seemed unharmed. There was no bruises on her body. I noticed that she was wearing Dean’s favorite t-shirt that he lost and on her waist, my flannel. I shook her and tried to wake her up. She did not move an inch. I turned around to Lucifer and was pushed down.
“Now, now, let’s not get antsy. I know you have many questions, but one at a time please.” Lucifer said with a smile on his face.
“What is she doing here?” I asked.
“She made a deal with dear ol’ Crowley. Simple as that.” Lucifer said.
“But why would she make a deal? We weren’t dying or anything. Sure we were hurt but both of us was not injured to the point of death except… Dean.” I said, looking down at my poor sister. I was mortified.
“Yup, dear sister made a deal to save her brother’s life. How touching. That is actually the reason why I was so nice to her. She knew what it felt to be abandoned by a loved one. The same way God forsook me, Dean forsook her.” Lucifer said.
I knelt down and held my sister’s body to my own. I felt the tears filling my eyes. I was filled with guilt and anger. I was angry at myself and Dean not knowing that she made a deal. I was guilty of not confronting Dean about mistreating her. I felt like a failure. I had failed my only sister.
“Enough of this sappy feelings. Let’s bring the guilty party into this court! I shall be the judge this time.” Lucifer said as he snapped his fingers.
“Dean Winchester! How do you plead?” asked Lucifer.
Yeah. Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. Sorry. Anon requested- Hey! I was wondering if you could write an imagine with this scenario, when Dean went to hell Sam went nuts ofc so he dropped their little sister (15/16 yo) in Bobby’s place and when Dean gets back he is pissed w Sam for what he did to you. You are also pissed and very upset w him, so one day he asks you what’s the matter and you explode and tell him how painful it was to be left by him and everything. I know it’s very specific but I would rlly aprecciate if you do it, can you also put fluffy?
Warnings- swearing, mentions of depression, also Sam’s kinda a dick for the first couple of paragraphs but he was high on the demon blood so that explains it.
A/N- I’ve kind of been stuck in a slump for the past week, so writing has been difficult for me but i’m feeling a bit better so i’m ready to write again!
FLASHBACKS IN ITALICS
Four months, it had been four months since Dean died, four months since Sam left you. You still didn’t understand why he left, at first you didn’t mind, you knew he needed his space after all he did witness his brother getting torn to shreds by a Hell hound.
After a week of you staying at Bobby’s you became curious, you had rung and texted Sam numerous times but he never answered, your phone would always go to voice mail or it would just ring non-stop. After a month of silence you decided to try and track him, you tried to keep it a secret from Bobby, he thought you and Sam talked everyday, that’s what you told him.
Bobby being Bobby knew that the words you were spouting were utter nonsense, but he decided to leave it, trusting that you’d eventually tell him what was going on.
You did tell him, two months later when you had found Sam, but he just pushed you aside like you were a stranger. So to say Bobby was pissed would be the biggest understatement of the century, when you came crashing through the door at two in the morning, with tears flowing carelessly down your face he sat you down on the couch and made you explain every detail to him, from the missed phone calls, the ghost texts, you told him how you had tracked him to a motel a couple hours away and that when you knocked on the motel door, he didn’t give you a second glance, he rolled his eyes slightly but let you in.
You walked in, the atmosphere was already tense. Leaning slightly on the table you looked around the room, your eyes stopped at a woman who was sat on the couch with her feet up, she gave you a quick smile before turning her head back to the TV.
Sam cleared his throat, you quickly snapped your head up to meet his gaze, you gave him a small smile but quickly dropped it when he didn’t return it.
“What’re you doing here Y/N?” He asked, his arms crossed and standing tall, you narrowed your eyes and looked at him as if to say ‘you’re kidding right?’ standing up you tried to make yourself look taller, which is extremely difficult when you’re stood next to somebody who’s height was that of a Moose.
“Do you really have to ask that?” You retorted, “Sam, I haven’t seen or heard from you for three months. Three months without a single text, or call! I thought you were dead but it turns out you ditched me for some chick” you spat, you quickly turned around and faced her “no offence, I’m sure you’re a lovely person, I’m just really angry right now” you added before turning back around to face your brother who looked just as pissed off as you did, “all I needed was one text, one word to know you were okay! I understand that you miss your brother, hell I miss him too but I’m not about to loose another one” you ranted, tears stung your eyes but stubbornly refused to fall.
“Y/N, there was a reason I didn’t return your calls, there’s a reason I didn’t reply to your texts, there’s a reason I haven’t talked to you, it’s because I don’t want to. Yes, you’re my sister and I love you but I don’t need you, you coming out here was just a waste of time. So leave.” He spoke with carelessness in his voice, he really didn’t care. You stared at him in disbelief before chuckling humorlessly, you swallowed the lump in your throat, stood up and walked towards the door, walking out you turned around to face your brother, the one who you could talk to about anything. Your big brother who always vowed to protect you, your hero.
“You know, if Dean was here he’d have kicked your ass by now. Screw you, Sam Winchester. You’re no brother of mine.” You croaked out, a couple tears escaped but you had slammed the door so he couldn’t see. Your chest felt heavy and your throat tightened, you slid into the van you had borrowed from Bobby and drove, your eyes blurry from the tears, your hands were shaking from rage.
So here you were now, it had been a month since the incident with Sam and you were dreary and depressed, the most you had done was go to the store to pick up supplies for Bobby, apart from that you’d just mope around the house, you barely slept, rarely ate. You were a mess of emotions and poor Bobby, he tried everything he could to lift your spirits but nothing worked. Whenever he’d ask what was wrong he’d get the same monotone response “I miss my brothers”.
You were asleep when Dean decided to show up, resurrected from the dead, you failed to wake up when he pounded on the front door, you failed to wake up when Bobby gripped him to test if he was a shifter, you even failed to wake up when he was sat by the side of your bed stroking your hair lightly, a small frown written across his face. He took in you appearance, your skin was paler than usual, your face had sunken slightly due to the lack of food and you had dark bags under your eyes, clearly indicating the lack of sleep.
He turned his head to Bobby who was stood in the doorway, “what happened to her Bobby?” He asked quietly, not wanting to wake you. Bobby sighed and shook his head “Sam happened, he left her here about a week after you died. She managed to track him down but he didn’t want her there, he broke the poor kids heart” he spoke sadly, frowning when he remembered the night you came back from Sam’s.
Dean turned back to you, he was pissed. Sam was suppose to protect you, not leave you.
Both eyes turned to you when they heard your groan slightly, you stirred and slowly opened your eyes. You froze when your eyes landed on the figure sat on your bed, you quickly reached for your knife and tackled him but was quickly pulled back by Bobby, “Y/N, calm down, it’s him, it’s really Dean” he reassured pulling the knife out of your hand, you turned to face your brother who had sat himself back up, he gave you a small grin, “hey, lil sis” he breathed, all you could do was stare at him. His hair was dishevelled, he looked exhausted, you looked into his eyes, the ones which would always bring you a sense of calming. You failed to notice that Bobby left the room, your were too distracted.
Slowly you reached a hand out and poked his arm before quickly retreating back, he chuckled softly “yeah, I know it’s weird” he admitted, you lent forward again pinching his cheek slightly, he grabbed your hand and pulled it away from his face. It really was him, your brother was alive. You flung your arms around his neck, burying your head in the crook of his neck. Dean wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close, “I missed you so much, Dean” you murmured, he smiled and hugged your tighter, “I missed you too, kiddo.”
“Dean, I’m not going in there” you refused, crossing your arms. Dean and Bobby found Sam and had forced you to come along with them, and by force you, Dean carried you to the car.
Dean groaned before kneeling down, placing a hand on your knee “listen, I know that Sam is the last person you want to see right now, but you can’t avoid him forever. Besides, you don’t wanna miss me kick his ass do you?” He replied with with a small grin, you rolled your eyes but a grin escaped your lips, stepping out of the car you followed Dean and Bobby to the motel.
“Okay, it should be this room..” Dean trailed off slightly before knocking on the door, the door opened revealing the same girl from before, you shook your head as memories of that night resurfaced, your thoughts were interrupted when she spoke.
“So, where is it?” She asked, you rolled your eyes and scoffed in annoyance, Dean looked at Bobby confused “where’s what?” He asked, you lent against the wall watching the conversation play out in front of you.
You were pulled out of your trance by a familiar voice cutting through the air, “Who are you?!” Sam boomed, you looked up and saw him holding Dean against the wall with a knife to his throat. You quickly ran forward and grabbed the knife from Sam’s hand, “Sam, it’s really him, Bobby’s done all the testing. It’s him” you said calmly, you were still incredibly pissed at him for what he did but you’d rather him not kill your brother who just came back from the dead.
Sam looked at you, then looked back at Dean and then pulled him into a bone crushing hug, you smiled lightly at the two boys in front of you, “look, I should probably go..” The woman trailed off, she was now fully dressed and stood by the door, Sam turned to her “yeah. Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. Sorry” he replied back awkwardly, there was an awkward silence for a couple of seconds before she spoke again “so call me” she requested, Sam cleared his throat and looked at her, “yeah, yeah sure thing Kathy” he chuckled awkwardly before turning back to Dean, “it’s Kristy” she said sounding disappointed, you narrowed your eyes in suspicion, something was going on.
You followed ‘Kristy’ out of the room quickly catching up to her in the lobby, you grabbed her arm so she was facing you, “why is my brother acting like he doesn’t know you?” You asked, she raised her eyebrows, faking confusion,
“I have no idea what you’re taking about” she shrugged, you rolled your eyes and ran you hand over your face “you were with Sam that night when we argued, I’m not dumb so stop undermining me” you sighed, the girl looked at you with sympathy in her eyes, “I think you already have an idea of who I am..” She trailed off, you cocked your head the the side slightly confused, the girl rolled her eyes and then they flashed black. Your eyes widened as you stumbled back “Ruby?!” You yelled, she shushed you and dragged you outside, you didn’t hate her, in fact you two got on quite well, at first you despised her but she proved herself when she saved you from two demons who has cornered you in an alleyway.
You were sat on the wall outside the motel, it was silent for a while before Ruby spoke up, “Sam regrets what he said that night, you know” she said looking over at you, you rolled your eyes and shook your head, “I’m serious, as soon as he saw that van drive away he broke down, he was a mess for days after that..” She trailed off and sighed when she saw your weren’t buying it, you stood up and walked towards the entrance of the motel, you didn’t want to hear what she had to say, you wanted your brother to explain why he did what he did, to you.
Storming into the room you cut off the conversation, “Sam, can I talk to you?” You asked, he nodded his head but you looked at Dean who got the signal that you wanted to talk to him alone, “me and Bobby will be in the car, please, try not to kill each other” he spoke, you rolled your eyes and nodded your head, the two left the room and closed the door behind them.
“So, I was talking to Ruby..” You started saying, Sam’s eyes widened as he stared at you, “yeah, she told me who she was” you continued, Sam ran his hands over his face and sat on the edge of the bed. He looked up at you leaning against the wall on the face side of the room away from him, he sighed and shook his head, “Y/N, I’m sorry for what I said that night, okay? I didn’t mean any of it-” you cut him off abruptly with a loud laugh, you started pacing the room slowly, “didn’t mean any of it? It sure sounded like you meant it!” You yelled, Sam stood up “I did it to protect you!” He yelled back, you stared at him in disbelief “you abandoned me, to protect me?” You asked, “what a load of shit.” You spat.
Sam’s eyes widened, “don’t talk to me like that” he demanded causing you to laugh, “no, I’m done taking orders from you! You left me Sam, I’m aloud to be angry!” You argued, “for months I thought you were dead, then when I actually do find you, you decide to be a complete dick!” You fumed, Sam tried to cut in but you cut him off “what you said hurt me, Sam. We’re suppose to be a family and when I needed you the most you just shut me out and pretended I didn’t exist. I understand you needed your space and I was fine with that, I needed my space but telling me to leave? Saying that you didn’t need me? That was a dick move to make, it made me feel so freaking worthless, I thought that I had done something wrong, and not matter what Bobby would say to try and make me feel better it still wouldn’t work because the only family I had left didn’t want me anymore.” you concluded.
Sam felt a pain in his chest, he never wanted to be the one responsible for making you feel this way, his eyes scanned over you taking in your appearance, the bags under your eyes, he noticed that your clothes were unusually baggy showing that you hadn’t been eating properly. He rubbed a hand over his face. Stepping forward slightly he spoke, “Y/N, I’m sorry I caused all of this, I only said what I said to protect you. Me and Ruby, we’ve been looking for Lilith and I didn’t want you caught in the crossfire. I’m so, so sorry” he confessed, you refused to meet his gaze and kept your eyes fixated on the floor, you didn’t want him to see the tears that were threatening to spill over.
He placed a hand on your shoulder but you shrugged it off, “Y/N, look at me” he said softly, you shook your head accidentally allowing a tear to spill out and land on the wooden floor. Sam knelt down and lifted placed a finger under your chin lifting your head to look at him, you adverted your eyes causing more tears to spill out, “Y/N, please look at me” he begged, his voice cracking slightly, you slowly looked into his hazel eyes that always switched colour in different lighting only to find them filled with tears himself, the guilt eating away at him for making you cry.
“Y/N/N, you have every right to hate me right now, you have every right to be mad. I shouldn’t have left you. You’re my little sister and I let you down, I failed to protect you and I caused you so much pain, I’m so sorry” he apologised, a few tears escaped his eyes causing more tears to escape yours, you flung your arms over his neck and cried into his shoulder, all of the emotion you had been refusing to let show for the past four months overflowed, Sam said nothing as he held you close, rubbing circles onto your back, he sat down on the floor and pulled you into his lap as you cried, his chin resting atop of your head, “please don’t leave me again” you sniffled out, Sam’s heart broke as he tightened his grip around you, “I’m not leaving, I promise” he spoke placing a kiss on your head.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sister!reader, John Winchester, Sam Winchester [mentioned]
Words: 3900+ (I’m really sorry about that, but there was no good place to split it)
Warnings: Can’t think of anything specific, really, maybe just that there’s going to be a verbal fight, I dunno. Maybe a bit of swearing, not too much.
A/N: This is the fic I was talking about! It’s a pre-series sister AU, that takes place in between around 2003. Dean is 24, Sam is 20 and at Stanford and you are 17 years old. It’ll also be a mini-series, so there’s more parts to come. It might be a bit all over the place, but I was trying to create a certain feeling. (I don’t know what I’m talking about, but I hope you like it!)
Hunting is hard, and that’s no surprise, really. It’s physically challenging, you have to be smart, have technique, and it’s just hard emotionally as well. And, not only is it hard, but you hate it as well.
Okay, hate is a strong word, but things about it, you really do hate. You hate the way you have to sacrifice what feels like everything for it. You hate the way you feel like you miss out on life. You hate the pain and the constant fear. You hate the way it forces you to see the world more black and white instead of with all the shades of grey. You hate the way you get shut down every time you question this. You hate the way your dad responds with ’because you have to’ when you ask ’why?’.
John Winchester used to be in the military and it shows, you could testify to that. All your life he has been hard on you and your brothers. But, despite this, you are not afraid to stand up to him, question him, call him out. Although it often comes with consequences.
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!
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: 3.5k
Warnings: angst, violence, torture
A/N: Here’s the next part. It took me some time, but it’s also kinda long, so I hope that makes up for it. As always, thanks to the amazing @nickiwinchester97 for being a great beta and also to all the people who support me with this. All your likes, reblogs, comments and asks make me happy. Thank you so much.
A/N 2: This is kinda dedicated to my brother, who saved me from getting beat up by a drunk Dutch biker with the words “Don’t fucking touch my sister” and it was the cutest thing ever (despite him being super loud and aggressive, so I just had to include that sentence in the story). Bonus: “I didn’t want to protect her, I just wanted to fight that dick.”
The darkness was everywhere. It was thick, holding you down like a heavy blanket, causing you to panic. You tried to breathe. Why did it work just a few seconds ago but now it wouldn’t? Your eyes opened as you finally managed to suck in some air.
You quickly realized that the darkness was not holding you down, but some chains around your wrists. It didn’t make the situation much better. At least it wasn’t actually dark once your eyes adjusted to the dim light, but you still felt dizzy and couldn’t quite make out your surroundings. The only thing you noticed were voices.
“No names means pain. It’s that simple. We fight the same things, you might as well cooperate.“
“If we fight the same things, why am I sitting here, not some monster?“
„Bloody Americans. You think you’re so clever when all you do is behave like an uncivilized crowd of hooligans; as soon as you have a gun in your hand you think you can take on the world. But what do you do? Apocalypse? Darkness? Don’t get me started on all the things that are still running around in this country. Ever thought that maybe you’re not better than those monsters?“
There was a moment of silence.
The scream that followed woke you up completely. It was a scream of pain, reminding you of the night of the fire. You could still hear your mom scream, just like your own screams still rang in your ears. It took you a moment, but eventually you realized that you were screaming right then and there.