Sister Vs. Spider
Request: I absolutely adore your writing! Could you do an imagine where the brothers 15 year old sister has severe arachnophobia and they help her when there’s a spider in the bunker? (Double heart emoji that my computer is being mean about!)
A/N: I was laughing while writing this one, so thank you for making me smile! I’m sorry if this isn’t exactly what you wanted, and I am totally willing to rewrite it if you would like, because I may have overexaggerated a little but, nevertheless I hope you enjoy it as much as I did! ALSO, I AM SO SORRY ABOUT NOT POSTING THURSDAY! Some drama and not good things came in but it’s all good now! ALSO THANK YOU GUYS FOR OVER 300! I AM SO SO SO HAPPY AND OMGSH THANK YOU! I LOVE YOU ALL WITH ALL MY HEART!
Before I hit you with this angst masterpiece I’ve been working on, enjoy this little piece of silliness!
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You sighed into your hot cup of, well, whatever Sam had picked up from the store earlier that morning. Being mid-October, you were chilled. Your sweater was soft, and made the little couch in one of the spare bedrooms seem just a bit cozier than before. Your brothers were out, hunting the demons they had tracked for a week. You were taking the night off as they wanted to handle it alone, something about Crowley’s minions, and not wanting you to get hurt. Basically, their code for overprotective.
You didn’t mind though, and you were craving some time to binge watch some TV and rest your muscles. You smiled into the cup of liquid again, and giggled at the lines written for your favorite characters. You were sincerely enjoying your off time as you pushed your blanket over to let your socks hit the floor. You were determined to make it to the kitchen and back before the next episode began. Netflix only gave you fifteen seconds, but you were up for the challenge.
You began to skid down the bunker halls, sliding down the step into the kitchen. You poured the rest of the liquid into the mug and smiled as you tried not to spill as you quickly paced back to the doorway of the kitchen.
Amused, you let your socks glide onto the hard floor, and watched the liquid. The second you looked up, you dropped the mug and screamed a sound of pure terror. You flung yourself onto the kitchen’s island and gripped the side of it. You kept your eyes glued to the place just above the doorway as you ripped your phone out of the elastic waistband of your leggings and dialed the number you had memorized.
You placed it to your ear, awaiting the rings to allow a voice through. You felt shivers roll down your spine as tears threatened to break out of the corners of your eyes. The leap you had made from the doorway to the island had taken all your breath control, and fear threatened your sanity.
“Y/N?” Sam answered on the fifth ring.
“SAMMY!” you screamed.
“What is it Y/N? What’s wrong?” Sam sounded just as panicked as you. The sound of your distress made him extremely nervous.
“Sammy, there’s a huge, a huge, and it’s, it’s so viciously starring!” you rambled.
Dean’s voice cut in, “What is viciously starring, damn it Y/N, what’s going on?” Dean yelled through the phone.
“S-s-s,” you stuttered out, not being able to form the word.
“Shapeshifter, space monkey, what is it?!” Dean demanded through the phone.
“SPIDER!” you screamed as the spider fell down into the doorway from its previous position.
Sam exhaled, and Dean grunted, “Are you freaking kidding me!? You hunt monsters for a living and you’re freaking out about some little spider!?”.
“Dean!” Sam scolded.
“I have a fear of spiders you moron, and it JUST JUMPED AGAIN!” you screeched, causing both your brothers to let out a noise of discomfort on the other end.
“Can you guys come back and help me before it-!” you screamed again as it continued moving to make its web.
“I don’t know, you called me a moron, so,” Dean sarcastically answered but your screams made his answer change almost immediately, “We’ll be there as soon as we can”.
He hung up and you were gripping the kitchen island with all your might. The spider had no idea you were in the room, let alone praying for it to drop dead. You picked up a plastic cup that had been left out on the island you were currently positioned on. You threw the cup at the spider but missed by a long shot. The spider didn’t even flinch.
You then decided to throw more objects, really anything you could get into your sweaty hands. You also opened the fridge with your foot, throwing ice cubes at the web, but always missing. The spider had now made himself a comfortable little strand of silk that he was resting on while you balanced to get more objects to use as bombs against your enemy.
If something did come close to hitting the little pest it would simply move over. Now it seemed to be taunting you, and mocking your every miss.
Your brothers made an appearance just outside the kitchen door.
“Y/N?” Sam asked, as you paused, mid throw of an orange.
“SAMMY!” you smiled and yelled, but fear stilled laced your yelp.
Dean chuckled, “This little guy?” he pointed to the spider that was creeping up its line of web. He quickly smooshed it between his thumb and middle finger.
You sighed in relief, letting out the breath you had been holding since the start of your battle with the spider. Dean took down the strand of web as Sam made his way past the mess of food and objects on the floor. He shook his head at you as he helped you down from the island.
“You know you’re going to have to clean all this up, right?” he asked.
You shrugged, “It was worth it,” you smiled. He put an arm around you.
Dean moved towards the two of you, “I don’t know, he’s kinda cute,” he laughed.
“Don’t compliment the enemy of mass destruction,” you warned.
“Why? Scared?” he laughed as he pushed the mess into your eyesight.
You squealed and jumped onto Sam, gripping his side with your legs.
“DEAN!” Sam chided.
You cleaned the mess up after an intense persuasion to let go of Sam. You then made yourself a new cup of hot liquid, and moved towards the doorway to the TV room. That’s when you dropped the cup and screamed, once again.
“SAM! DEAN! IT’S BACK! IT’S COME BACK TO GET ME FROM THE DEAD!” you screamed as you rushed down thee bunker halls to find the spider killers, or as they were also referred to as, your big brothers.