Pairing: Dean Winchester x Sister!Supernatural!Reader x Sam Winchester
Request from anon
Episode: 7x13 - The Slice Girls
Summary: “… in the episode where Dean meets Emma, and instead of looking for Dean, she was looking for the reader to kill her. They both have a huge fight and she’s able to defend herself using the ability to manipulate water…”
Warnings: Episode spoilers, violence
A/N: For the sake of the plot, they are at a different motel… one with a parking lot and not in a city like area. I apologize if it is bad. Requests are open, request them here.
You tap your fingers on the top of the book sitting in your lab as you watch from one of the beds as Dean’s eyes continue to be glued to the laptop’s screen. Sam had raced off to the professor’s office with the paper that mysteriously appeared on the bed - or so Dean claims - and you are now stuck in the small motel room with Dean. Sam told you that you were to make sure Dean doesn’t leave, which Dean gave Sam a bitch face and stated he didn’t need a babysitter.
“Well, I’m going to get a snack,” you sigh, jumping out of the bed and heading to your wallet on the table. You tuck the small item in your back pocket, turning on your heels as you ask Dean, “want anything?”
“Nah.” He shakes his head, his eyes never leaving the screen as he continues to search for whatever it is he’s looking for. You nod, turning back to the door and head out into the dark hallway. When you first arrived at the motel, you had noticed there’s a vending machine in the lobby and you could use some Sour Cream and Onion chips at the moment.
You hum to yourself, the lobby completely empty, as you rub the dollar bill along the edge of the machine in an attempt to straighten the bill the machine had rejected. You don’t know what song it is that you’re humming, and you’re too invested in the process of your chips falling out of it’s slot to notice the blond haired, brown eyed sixteen year old girl approaching you. You bend down, picking the small bag out of the machine and open them.
You choke on a chip, your eyes finally meeting those of the teenaged girl. You smile at her, stepping away from the machine thinking she’s waiting for you to finish, but her gaze never leaves yours.
“Can I help you?” You swallow your chip, staring down the girl as she does the same to you.
She moves fast, drawing the gold blade out from it’s hiding place. You flinch back, dropping your bag of chips as the tip of the blade scrapes your cheek. You step back, your hand flying to your cheek to cover up the fresh wound. You gape at the girl, noticing her yellow eyes and the red sockets.
You don’t wait for her to attack again, and since you don’t have any weapons on yourself, you rush out of the motel lobby and outside into the parking lot with her hot on your tail. You run as fast as your legs can carry you to your desired location at the edge of the parking lot.
“You just trapped yourself,” Emma speaks, the gold blade clenched tight in her fist as she enters the fenced area you ran to. The pool just at the edge of the lot.
“Why are you after me?” You ask, clenching your fists and watching her closely. “I have nothing to do with you.”
“That’s not true,” she says, slowly approaching you but you don’t back away. “Once I get rid of you, I can live normally with my father.”
“What-” She launches herself at you, knocking you on your back and your head hits the concrete surrounding the pool. You punch her in the jaw, but she punches back with more force and you have to force yourself to ignore the pain spreading through your head as you realize just how strong these freaks are.
Emma’s able to pin your legs to the ground after you toss the gold blade to the side, but she retaliates by pushing on your shoulder. A loud pop echos in your ears as the joint slips out of it’s socket. A short scream escapes your lips before you force yourself to refocus your mind and grab and keep her hands off your neck. But she’s stronger and your grip is loosening.
You take a deep breath, and shut your eyes just as the rush of water flows pass you, knocking Emma in the stomach and taking her breath away from the force. The water settles and you scurry to your feet, your hand clenching tight to your limp arm, and your eyes land on Emma, completely drenched and coughing up water.
You ready another wave, forcing it down on her just as she begins to recover. Your body is starting to shiver from the cold night air hitting your wet clothing and your hair sticks to your head as you stand there, watching the Amazon teen.
“(Y/N)!” Dean calls from the entrance of the pool, his eyes landing on Emma as she gathers herself and he draws his gun when you say she’s an Amazon.
“Don’t shoot,” Emma coughs, holding her hands up and looking to Dean with watery eyes. “I just want to be your daughter.”
“You tried to kill (Y/N),” Dean says, clicking the safety off and stepping around her to head towards to you.
“I don’t want to be what I am,” she says, collecting herself off the ground and running a hand through her wet hair. “I killed my mother and that tribe. They’re all gone.”
From the corner of your eye, you see the car you and your brothers have been driving in since the leviathans stole your brother’s identities and out comes Sam with his gun ready. Your attention turns back to Dean and Emma as she makes her case as to how badly they treated her, how the hurt her and how she wants to be accepted by her father.
“Why go after me?” You shiver, your teeth clattering together.
“Choose,” Emma says, completely ignoring your question. “Either her, or me, your own flesh and blood.”
Dean doesn’t take a moment to think about the offer and he pulls the trigger, emptying a single bullet into the young girl’s gut. She falls back with a yelp, blood seeping out of her and staining the concrete.
You watch as Dean takes a moment before slipping off his jacket and wrapping you in it. He squeezes you tight, rubbing your arms in attempt to help warm you up. Sam enters the pool area, asking what happened and you and your oldest brother help fill in the middle child.
You watch the street lights and trees pass in a blur as your brother speeds down the road. You rest your head against the window pain, trying so hard to sleep, but you can’t. Your brothers saw what you did, but they haven’t asked you about it and it’s eating at you. You’re also unable to tell why Dean was able to pick so quickly. Sure, you’re John Winchester’s daughter, but you always felt like his sons didn’t fully accept you because you had a different mom.
Sam was seven and Dean was eleven when you were born. Your mom was a hunter that aided John on his mission to find the thing that killed his wife. However, the birth didn’t go smoothly and your mother died shortly after being able to hold you. She knew she wasn’t going to make it and made John promise to keep an eye on you, whether he took care of you himself or he dropped you off at the nearest orphanage, she wanted him to keep you in his view. He did because it was her dying wish.
“Hey Dean?” you speak up in the silent car. Dean looks up at you from the rearview mirror, eyebrow raised.
“I thought you were asleep, kiddo,” he says in a soft voice, making sure he doesn’t speak louder than needed since Sam is passed out in the passenger seat. “What’s up?”
“How come you killed her?” You ask one of the first questions you need answered as your eyes drift back to the window to watch a car fly by.
“She was your daughter,” you pause and take a moment to sigh. “She might’ve been a monster, but she didn’t kill you like Sam said she needed to do so. She killed the other monsters.”
“I mean, I’m not close to you guys… there’s times I think you guys would be better off without me since I’m not a real Winchester. I could’ve just left… she wouldn’t’ve had to kill me-” Dean swerves the car, hitting the breaks and waking Sam up in the process of throwing the car in park. Sam looks around, confused and eyes still droopy from sleep. Dean turns back around, his eyes narrowed as he meets yours.
“(Y/N),” he starts with a stern tone, “don’t say that. She wasn’t human, like at all. And it doesn’t matter if you don’t even have the same dad as us. You’re family, (Y/N) and we need you.” You sniffle, a smile forming on your lips as you scoot towards the front seat, wrapping your arms around Dean’s neck in an attempt to give him a hug.
Sam rubs his eyes and yawns, completely confused as to why the car has stopped and why his brother and sister are hugging.
“You mean that… even now knowing what I can do?” You ask, watching warily as you now think maybe they didn’t even see the waves… maybe they didn’t see you manipulate the pool water… maybe they really do think you and Emma fell in the pool during the fight like you told them.
“You mean the water thing?” Dean asks. “We knew since you were like two.”
“What?” Your eyebrows raise as you sit back in your seat and Dean pulls the car back onto the road.
“Yeah, not all two year olds can stop rainfall.”
Sam laughs, “You’re telling her that story? That one’s not even that good.”
You lean on the back of the front seat, begging them to tell you all the things you had done while growing up. And they do and the car ride is filled with laughter, a laughter that hasn’t been their in years.
I keep talking about books and the library recently but I haven’t posted any pics since we moved in SO I’ve posted a visual tour of most of the media in our house.
First, @hakbot‘s books (we’re supposed to be getting a full-sized shelf in the future but the date isn’t set):
Then my main two shelves:
We have our oversized books and Hak’s manga:
This next one is mostly @kaket123‘s books but the shelf on the left is my ‘growing room’. The top shelf is the books I haven’t read yet and the second shelf is my Italian collection (and Korra, for some reason):
Then more of Kak’s books. The bottom two shelves are TV shows (top) and anime (bottom) both double stacked:
Then we have our movies, double stacked (the case on the top is full of most of my DVDs but not all):
And our video games, the smallest collection we have:
I waited for you at breakfast, but you slept in. Or avoided me, apparently. And I tried to catch your eye this afternoon, but you were so good at shutting me out completely.” “Is that what got under your skin? That I shut you out, or that it was so easy for Tarquin to get in?” “What got under my skin,” Rhys said, his breathing a bit uneven, “is that you smiled at him.” The rest of the world faded to mist as the words sank in. “You are jealous.”
and that one time she finally did
His fingers tightened on mine, and I looked up. He was smiling at me. And looked so un-High-Lord-like with the glowing dust on the side of his face that I grinned back. I hadn’t even realized what I’d done until his own smile faded, and his mouth parted slightly. “Smile again,” he whispered. I hadn’t smiled for him. Ever. Or laughed. Under the Mountain, I had never grinned, never chuckled. And afterward … And this male before me … my friend … For all that he had done, I had never given him either. Even when I had just … I had just painted something. On him. For him. I’d—painted again. So I smiled at him, broad and without restraint. “You’re exquisite,” he breathed.
#2 When Rhys confessed to having his wishes unfulfilled
“Isn’t that what High Lords do?” My breath clouded in front of me in the brisk night. “Whatever they please?” He studied my face. “There are a great many things that I wish to do, and don’t get to.”
#3 When we find out what his nightmares were about
“I’m sorry I didn’t find a way to spare you from what happened Under the Mountain,” Rhys said with equal quiet. “From dying. From wanting to die.” I began to shake my head, but he said, “I have two kinds of nightmares: the ones where I’m again Amarantha’s whore or my friends are … And the ones where I hear your neck snap and see the light leave your eyes.”
#4 When the High Lord of Night Court physically flinched from an emotional wound
“What is it that you want, Feyre?” I had no answer. I didn’t know. Not anymore. “What is it that you want, Feyre?” I stayed silent. His laugh was bitter, soft. “I thought so. Perhaps you should take some time to figure that out one of these days.” “Perhaps I don’t know what I want, but at least I don’t hide what I am behind a mask,” I seethed. “At least I let them see who I am, broken bits and all. Yes—it’s to save your people. But what about the other masks, Rhys? What about letting your friends see your real face? But maybe it’s easier not to. Because what if you did let someone in? And what if they saw everything, and still walked away? Who could blame them—who would want to bother with that sort of mess?” He flinched. The most powerful High Lord in history flinched. And I knew I’d hit hard—and deep. Too hard. Too deep.
and when we learned how deep that wound went
“Why didn’t you tell me?” “You were in love with him; you were going to marry him. And then you… you were enduring everything and it didn’t feel right to tell you.” “I deserved to know.” “The other night you told me you wanted a distraction, you wanted fun. Not a mating bond. And not to someone like me - a mess.” So the words I’d spat after the Court of Nightmares had haunted him
#5 When he considered settling for ‘whatever pieces she offered him’
“You think I didn’t want to tell you? You think I liked hearing you wanted me only for amusement and release? You think it didn’t drive me out of my mind so completely that those bastards shot me out of the sky because I was too busy wondering if I should tell you, or wait - or maybe take whatever pieces that you offered me and be happy with it? Or that maybe I should let you go so you don’t have a lifetime of assassins and High Lords hunting you down for being with me?”
#6 When he cried…
“But then she snapped your neck.” Tears rolled down his face. “And I felt you die,” he whispered.
But I was being ripped apart from the inside out, and I thrashed, unable to out-scream the pain. “Feyre!” someone roared. No, not someone—Rhysand. Rhysand yelled my name again - yelled it as though he cared
-A Court of Thornes and Roses
#7 When he spent 3 months thinking she hated him
“And for three months… for three months I tried to convince myself that you were better off without me. I tried to convince myself that everything I’d done had made you hate me.”
#8 When he put her happiness above his own
“I heard you were going to marry him, and I told myself you were happy. I should let you be happy, even if it killed me. Even if you were my mate, you’d earned that happiness.”
#9 When he thought he wasn’t that type of person for her
“I heard what you told him,” he said. “That you thought it would be easy to fall in love with him. You meant it, too.” “So?” It was the only thing I could think of to say. “I was jealous—of that. That I’m not … that sort of person. For anyone.“
#10 When we found out that all this time he had been in love with Feyre
“It killed me, Feyre, to send you back. To see you waste away, month by month. It killed me to know he was sharing your bed. Not just because you were my mate, but because I … ” He glanced down, then up at me again. “I knew … I knew I was in love with you that moment I picked up the knife to kill Amarantha.”