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Disappointment
Word Count: 1,636
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Mary Winchester (mentioned), Reader
Pairings: Dean Winchester x Sibling!Reader (platonic)
Warnings: angst, some fluff, insecurities
A/N: ohmygod it's been so long ive been so so so busy but im here now and also ily all so thaks for supporting me this far and also this fic is also trash
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“Do you remember Sam?” Dean put his hand on your shoulder, bending down to your height.
He pushed your face out of your face as you nodded softly.
“He's going to be with us for some time, okay?” you stood behind Dean as Sam walked out of an apartment, giving you a small smile.
Your memory of Sam was faint, you were only 6 when he left. You had seen Dean all day, every day, except for the occasional visit from your dad.
You hid behind Dean’s leg, holding onto him tightly.
Sam’s face dropped slightly, giving Dean a look.
“Think it’s time for you to go to bed,” Dean helped you into the car while you remained tense, looking at Dean.
You stayed quiet as you leaned onto Dean’s bag, closing your eyes.
---
You slumped in the chair outside the office, waiting for Dean. your anxiety grew with every second, you didn’t do anything wrong.
You were waiting for Dean, since John died, he became your legal guardian.
“What happened?” Dean ran to you, your leg bouncing.
You were the last person he’d expect to get in trouble.
“I just… we had to make notes from the textbook, but they keep saying I plagiarized it, but I didn't. I swear I didn’t, Dean,” he nodded his head, stroking your cheek.
“Okay, hey, I believe you. Let’s go inside,” Dean held your hand as the two of you walked into the room.
“Mr. Winchester?” your teacher stood in front of you while you held Dean’s hand.
“Brother. From what I understand-” Dean began to talk before your teacher interrupted.
“We have a strict policy against copying and pasting work,” she started.
“Copy and paste? It’s a textbook,” Dean scoffed.
Dean
You could feel your nervousness rushing inside of your chest as you kept your eyes on the floor.
“We’re just worried that (Y/N) won’t learn as much as the other kids will-”
“No, let me tell you something. My baby sister here is by far the smartest person I know. She could beat any kid here on any subject. You just have a problem with her since she doesn't remember the dumbed-down content. I’ll be taking her and we’ll be on our way. Thank you,” Dean pulled your arm, leading you out of the room before your eyes widened.
“Why did you do that?” you whisper-yelled, not wanting anyone to hear.
“She was going to blame it on you. No one can try to make you look bad, kiddo. You need to stand up for yourself too,” Dean put his arm around your neck.
“I have you to do that for me,” you gave him a small smile as he chuckled, stroking your cheek.
Something was off, his smile faded. You tried to ignore it.
“Damn right I will. I’m done with my hunt, do you want to hang out?” He asked.
You nodded as he led you to the car, before driving off
—-
Dean was dead. You didn’t know what happened, he sold his soul for Sam. He didn’t even tell you. You stayed with Bobby, for the time being, you hadn’t seen Sam in what felt like years.
You walked around the city, keeping to yourself, trying to clear your mind.
You wanted Dean back more than anything. But no one comes back from the dead after four months.
You called or texted Sam every day, always checking up on him, but he never replied. You realized he never would reply, he abandoned you as well. All you had left was Bobby.
Your phone was ringing as you wiped the small tear that shed, before answering Bobby’s call.
“Hello?”
“Hey, kid. How far are you from home?” He asked.
“I’ll be there soon,” you tried to hold back the fact you were crying.
13-year-olds aren’t supposed to be weak. Sam never was, Dean never was.
You walked back to Bobby’s, taking a deep breath before opening the door.
“(Y/N),” as you walked into the house, you felt shivers up your spine, hearing the familiar voice a few feet in front of you.
It wasn’t real, it couldn’t be.
You stumbled back, trying to find any silver or holy water.
“I already tested him,” Bobby said.
“How do I know you’re really Bobby?” You replied.
He was slightly in shock before you saw a small smirk on Dean’s face.
“Told you she’s smart. Take your time,” after a series of tests, which had no effect on him, you were left trying to hold back your cries.
You held Dean tightly, wrapping your arms around him tightly.
You buried your face in his neck as he stroked your back.
“I missed you,” he said softly.
“I missed you too,” your voice was strained, holding your cries back as he stroked your cheek, wiping your tears.
“Where’s Sam?” he asked you.
You felt sadness in your chest before shaking your head.
“I haven’t seen him in a while,” you shrugged.
You saw him frown before giving you a small smile, shaking his head.
“Well, you need to catch me up on the past four months…”
—-
“Are we going on a hunt?” Dean jumped slightly as you entered the room.
He shut his laptop, turning back to you.
“No,” you could tell he was lying.
“I can go on a hunt. Really, I’m okay,” you said again.
You walked a couple of steps forward as he walked backward.
“Dean-”
“I said no. Tell Sam to meet me in the car,” Dean walked out of the bunker, while you sat on a chair, resting your head in your hands.
It had been weeks since the incident between the two of you. Dean would never intentionally hurt you, the mark was hurting him.
You knew it was an accident, you told him it was okay, but he didn't listen. He would spend all his time avoiding you, if he wasn't, then you were mad at him.
Things in the last few years had gotten worse between the two of you. Ever since he came back from Purgatory. You didn't recognize him as your older brother anymore, he wasn't your protector or your friend. He was just someone who spent his time bossing you around.
You tried your hardest and hardest to impress him, but nothing could work.
You waited for both of them to leave before opening Dean’s laptop,
tracking him.
---
“Do you have any idea how fucking stupid that was?” the bunker door slammed shut as the three of you walked down the stairs.
Dean held your bag with one hand, holding onto your arm with the other.
“You could've got hurt,” he pulled you to a chair, you clenched your jaw as he pushed you into it.
“You guys needed help-”
“It doesn't matter. Why can’t you ever listen?” he continued to yell at you while you wrapped your arms around yourself.
“You’re a disappointment,” you felt angry tears in your eyes as you pushed yourself out of your chair, glaring at him.
“Nothing I ever do will be good enough for you, I get it. Just… stop,” you took a few steps back before Sam sighed.
“(Y/N), that’s not what he’s trying to say. Look…”
“I’m going for a walk,” you cut Sam off.
“Like hell you are. Not at this hour,” Dean shook his head.
You grabbed your phone and wallet before shaking your head, walking out of the door.
You could feel your heart aching as a lifetime of insecurities hit you all at once.
Sam was strong, Dean was strong, you needed to be strong.
You remembered all the times from your childhood where Dean took care of you and protected you. You remembered two months ago when the two of you spent hours screaming at each other until Dean walked out. You didn't see him for a month after that.
You inhaled deeply, walking away from the bunker.
---
“(Y/N).”
Dean knocked at your door. You shifted in your bed, sitting up as he opened the door.
“Were you asleep?” he asked.
You shook your head no as he sat next to you.
The mark was long gone, in the last few months, God’s sister returned, Mary came back to life, Sam was kidnapped. Everything was bad.
You spent months ignoring your siblings, everyone sensed the tension but no one would dare say anything.
“Mary said you didn't eat dinner. Just wanted to check on you,” you knew it wasn't the real reason he was there, you decided to play along anyway.
“I have a headache, not hungry,” you shook your head.
“Right,” he nodded his head, looking away from you and towards your desk.
“Was that all?” you asked.
“No. You know… you're not a disappointment, kid,” memories of your arguments came back to you as you stayed slightly tense.
“I don’t know what's happened the last few years but I still love you. You’re my kid,” your eyes watered as he scooted closer to you.
“I wanted to say sorry. For everything. I don't expect an apology, or for you to forgive me or anything.”
You wrapped your arms around Dean tightly, taking his by surprise. He paused for a moment before hugging you back.
“I’m the one who should be sorry, Dean. Y-You just wanted what was best for me, and… I’m sorry,” you buried your face in his neck, sniffling.
The two of you stayed with your arms wrapped around each other before Dean chuckled softly.
“All it took for this reunion was five long years. I say it was worth it,” you scoffed, shaking your head.
“Do you want to mess with Sam’s hair supplies?” Dean raised an eyebrow.
You nodded fiercely, holding your hand before pulling you up, leading you out of your room.
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Disappointment
Word Count: 1,636
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Mary Winchester (mentioned), Reader
Pairings: Dean Winchester x Sibling!Reader (platonic)
Warnings: angst, some fluff, insecurities
A/N: ohmygod it's been so long ive been so so so busy but im here now and also ily all so thaks for supporting me this far and also this fic is also trash
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“Do you remember Sam?” Dean put his hand on your shoulder, bending down to your height.
He pushed your face out of your face as you nodded softly.
“He's going to be with us for some time, okay?” you stood behind Dean as Sam walked out of an apartment, giving you a small smile.
Your memory of Sam was faint, you were only 6 when he left. You had seen Dean all day, every day, except for the occasional visit from your dad.
You hid behind Dean’s leg, holding onto him tightly.
Sam’s face dropped slightly, giving Dean a look.
“Think it’s time for you to go to bed,” Dean helped you into the car while you remained tense, looking at Dean.
You stayed quiet as you leaned onto Dean’s bag, closing your eyes.
---
You slumped in the chair outside the office, waiting for Dean. your anxiety grew with every second, you didn’t do anything wrong.
You were waiting for Dean, since John died, he became your legal guardian.
“What happened?” Dean ran to you, your leg bouncing.
You were the last person he’d expect to get in trouble.
“I just… we had to make notes from the textbook, but they keep saying I plagiarized it, but I didn't. I swear I didn’t, Dean,” he nodded his head, stroking your cheek.
“Okay, hey, I believe you. Let’s go inside,” Dean held your hand as the two of you walked into the room.
“Mr. Winchester?” your teacher stood in front of you while you held Dean’s hand.
“Brother. From what I understand-” Dean began to talk before your teacher interrupted.
“We have a strict policy against copying and pasting work,” she started.
“Copy and paste? It’s a textbook,” Dean scoffed.
Dean
You could feel your nervousness rushing inside of your chest as you kept your eyes on the floor.
“We’re just worried that (Y/N) won’t learn as much as the other kids will-”
“No, let me tell you something. My baby sister here is by far the smartest person I know. She could beat any kid here on any subject. You just have a problem with her since she doesn't remember the dumbed-down content. I’ll be taking her and we’ll be on our way. Thank you,” Dean pulled your arm, leading you out of the room before your eyes widened.
“Why did you do that?” you whisper-yelled, not wanting anyone to hear.
“She was going to blame it on you. No one can try to make you look bad, kiddo. You need to stand up for yourself too,” Dean put his arm around your neck.
“I have you to do that for me,” you gave him a small smile as he chuckled, stroking your cheek.
Something was off, his smile faded. You tried to ignore it.
“Damn right I will. I’m done with my hunt, do you want to hang out?” He asked.
You nodded as he led you to the car, before driving off
—-
Dean was dead. You didn’t know what happened, he sold his soul for Sam. He didn’t even tell you. You stayed with Bobby, for the time being, you hadn’t seen Sam in what felt like years.
You walked around the city, keeping to yourself, trying to clear your mind.
You wanted Dean back more than anything. But no one comes back from the dead after four months.
You called or texted Sam every day, always checking up on him, but he never replied. You realized he never would reply, he abandoned you as well. All you had left was Bobby.
Your phone was ringing as you wiped the small tear that shed, before answering Bobby’s call.
“Hello?”
“Hey, kid. How far are you from home?” He asked.
“I’ll be there soon,” you tried to hold back the fact you were crying.
13-year-olds aren’t supposed to be weak. Sam never was, Dean never was.
You walked back to Bobby’s, taking a deep breath before opening the door.
“(Y/N),” as you walked into the house, you felt shivers up your spine, hearing the familiar voice a few feet in front of you.
It wasn’t real, it couldn’t be.
You stumbled back, trying to find any silver or holy water.
“I already tested him,” Bobby said.
“How do I know you’re really Bobby?” You replied.
He was slightly in shock before you saw a small smirk on Dean’s face.
“Told you she’s smart. Take your time,” after a series of tests, which had no effect on him, you were left trying to hold back your cries.
You held Dean tightly, wrapping your arms around him tightly.
You buried your face in his neck as he stroked your back.
“I missed you,” he said softly.
“I missed you too,” your voice was strained, holding your cries back as he stroked your cheek, wiping your tears.
“Where’s Sam?” he asked you.
You felt sadness in your chest before shaking your head.
“I haven’t seen him in a while,” you shrugged.
You saw him frown before giving you a small smile, shaking his head.
“Well, you need to catch me up on the past four months…”
—-
“Are we going on a hunt?” Dean jumped slightly as you entered the room.
He shut his laptop, turning back to you.
“No,” you could tell he was lying.
“I can go on a hunt. Really, I’m okay,” you said again.
You walked a couple of steps forward as he walked backward.
“Dean-”
“I said no. Tell Sam to meet me in the car,” Dean walked out of the bunker, while you sat on a chair, resting your head in your hands.
It had been weeks since the incident between the two of you. Dean would never intentionally hurt you, the mark was hurting him.
You knew it was an accident, you told him it was okay, but he didn't listen. He would spend all his time avoiding you, if he wasn't, then you were mad at him.
Things in the last few years had gotten worse between the two of you. Ever since he came back from Purgatory. You didn't recognize him as your older brother anymore, he wasn't your protector or your friend. He was just someone who spent his time bossing you around.
You tried your hardest and hardest to impress him, but nothing could work.
You waited for both of them to leave before opening Dean’s laptop,
tracking him.
---
“Do you have any idea how fucking stupid that was?” the bunker door slammed shut as the three of you walked down the stairs.
Dean held your bag with one hand, holding onto your arm with the other.
“You could've got hurt,” he pulled you to a chair, you clenched your jaw as he pushed you into it.
“You guys needed help-”
“It doesn't matter. Why can’t you ever listen?” he continued to yell at you while you wrapped your arms around yourself.
“You’re a disappointment,” you felt angry tears in your eyes as you pushed yourself out of your chair, glaring at him.
“Nothing I ever do will be good enough for you, I get it. Just… stop,” you took a few steps back before Sam sighed.
“(Y/N), that’s not what he’s trying to say. Look…”
“I’m going for a walk,” you cut Sam off.
“Like hell you are. Not at this hour,” Dean shook his head.
You grabbed your phone and wallet before shaking your head, walking out of the door.
You could feel your heart aching as a lifetime of insecurities hit you all at once.
Sam was strong, Dean was strong, you needed to be strong.
You remembered all the times from your childhood where Dean took care of you and protected you. You remembered two months ago when the two of you spent hours screaming at each other until Dean walked out. You didn't see him for a month after that.
You inhaled deeply, walking away from the bunker.
---
“(Y/N).”
Dean knocked at your door. You shifted in your bed, sitting up as he opened the door.
“Were you asleep?” he asked.
You shook your head no as he sat next to you.
The mark was long gone, in the last few months, God’s sister returned, Mary came back to life, Sam was kidnapped. Everything was bad.
You spent months ignoring your siblings, everyone sensed the tension but no one would dare say anything.
“Mary said you didn't eat dinner. Just wanted to check on you,” you knew it wasn't the real reason he was there, you decided to play along anyway.
“I have a headache, not hungry,” you shook your head.
“Right,” he nodded his head, looking away from you and towards your desk.
“Was that all?” you asked.
“No. You know… you're not a disappointment, kid,” memories of your arguments came back to you as you stayed slightly tense.
“I don’t know what's happened the last few years but I still love you. You’re my kid,” your eyes watered as he scooted closer to you.
“I wanted to say sorry. For everything. I don't expect an apology, or for you to forgive me or anything.”
You wrapped your arms around Dean tightly, taking his by surprise. He paused for a moment before hugging you back.
“I’m the one who should be sorry, Dean. Y-You just wanted what was best for me, and… I’m sorry,” you buried your face in his neck, sniffling.
The two of you stayed with your arms wrapped around each other before Dean chuckled softly.
“All it took for this reunion was five long years. I say it was worth it,” you scoffed, shaking your head.
“Do you want to mess with Sam’s hair supplies?” Dean raised an eyebrow.
You nodded fiercely, holding your hand before pulling you up, leading you out of your room.
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Disappointment
Word Count: 1,636
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Mary Winchester (mentioned), Reader
Pairings: Dean Winchester x Sibling!Reader (platonic)
Warnings: angst, some fluff, insecurities
A/N: ohmygod it's been so long ive been so so so busy but im here now and also ily all so thaks for supporting me this far and also this fic is also trash
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“Do you remember Sam?” Dean put his hand on your shoulder, bending down to your height.
He pushed your face out of your face as you nodded softly.
“He's going to be with us for some time, okay?” you stood behind Dean as Sam walked out of an apartment, giving you a small smile.
Your memory of Sam was faint, you were only 6 when he left. You had seen Dean all day, every day, except for the occasional visit from your dad.
You hid behind Dean’s leg, holding onto him tightly.
Sam’s face dropped slightly, giving Dean a look.
“Think it’s time for you to go to bed,” Dean helped you into the car while you remained tense, looking at Dean.
You stayed quiet as you leaned onto Dean’s bag, closing your eyes.
---
You slumped in the chair outside the office, waiting for Dean. your anxiety grew with every second, you didn’t do anything wrong.
You were waiting for Dean, since John died, he became your legal guardian.
“What happened?” Dean ran to you, your leg bouncing.
You were the last person he’d expect to get in trouble.
“I just… we had to make notes from the textbook, but they keep saying I plagiarized it, but I didn't. I swear I didn’t, Dean,” he nodded his head, stroking your cheek.
“Okay, hey, I believe you. Let’s go inside,” Dean held your hand as the two of you walked into the room.
“Mr. Winchester?” your teacher stood in front of you while you held Dean’s hand.
“Brother. From what I understand-” Dean began to talk before your teacher interrupted.
“We have a strict policy against copying and pasting work,” she started.
“Copy and paste? It’s a textbook,” Dean scoffed.
Dean
You could feel your nervousness rushing inside of your chest as you kept your eyes on the floor.
“We’re just worried that (Y/N) won’t learn as much as the other kids will-”
“No, let me tell you something. My baby sister here is by far the smartest person I know. She could beat any kid here on any subject. You just have a problem with her since she doesn't remember the dumbed-down content. I’ll be taking her and we’ll be on our way. Thank you,” Dean pulled your arm, leading you out of the room before your eyes widened.
“Why did you do that?” you whisper-yelled, not wanting anyone to hear.
“She was going to blame it on you. No one can try to make you look bad, kiddo. You need to stand up for yourself too,” Dean put his arm around your neck.
“I have you to do that for me,” you gave him a small smile as he chuckled, stroking your cheek.
Something was off, his smile faded. You tried to ignore it.
“Damn right I will. I’m done with my hunt, do you want to hang out?” He asked.
You nodded as he led you to the car, before driving off
—-
Dean was dead. You didn’t know what happened, he sold his soul for Sam. He didn’t even tell you. You stayed with Bobby, for the time being, you hadn’t seen Sam in what felt like years.
You walked around the city, keeping to yourself, trying to clear your mind.
You wanted Dean back more than anything. But no one comes back from the dead after four months.
You called or texted Sam every day, always checking up on him, but he never replied. You realized he never would reply, he abandoned you as well. All you had left was Bobby.
Your phone was ringing as you wiped the small tear that shed, before answering Bobby’s call.
“Hello?”
“Hey, kid. How far are you from home?” He asked.
“I’ll be there soon,” you tried to hold back the fact you were crying.
13-year-olds aren’t supposed to be weak. Sam never was, Dean never was.
You walked back to Bobby’s, taking a deep breath before opening the door.
“(Y/N),” as you walked into the house, you felt shivers up your spine, hearing the familiar voice a few feet in front of you.
It wasn’t real, it couldn’t be.
You stumbled back, trying to find any silver or holy water.
“I already tested him,” Bobby said.
“How do I know you’re really Bobby?” You replied.
He was slightly in shock before you saw a small smirk on Dean’s face.
“Told you she’s smart. Take your time,” after a series of tests, which had no effect on him, you were left trying to hold back your cries.
You held Dean tightly, wrapping your arms around him tightly.
You buried your face in his neck as he stroked your back.
“I missed you,” he said softly.
“I missed you too,” your voice was strained, holding your cries back as he stroked your cheek, wiping your tears.
“Where’s Sam?” he asked you.
You felt sadness in your chest before shaking your head.
“I haven’t seen him in a while,” you shrugged.
You saw him frown before giving you a small smile, shaking his head.
“Well, you need to catch me up on the past four months…”
—-
“Are we going on a hunt?” Dean jumped slightly as you entered the room.
He shut his laptop, turning back to you.
“No,” you could tell he was lying.
“I can go on a hunt. Really, I’m okay,” you said again.
You walked a couple of steps forward as he walked backward.
“Dean-”
“I said no. Tell Sam to meet me in the car,” Dean walked out of the bunker, while you sat on a chair, resting your head in your hands.
It had been weeks since the incident between the two of you. Dean would never intentionally hurt you, the mark was hurting him.
You knew it was an accident, you told him it was okay, but he didn't listen. He would spend all his time avoiding you, if he wasn't, then you were mad at him.
Things in the last few years had gotten worse between the two of you. Ever since he came back from Purgatory. You didn't recognize him as your older brother anymore, he wasn't your protector or your friend. He was just someone who spent his time bossing you around.
You tried your hardest and hardest to impress him, but nothing could work.
You waited for both of them to leave before opening Dean’s laptop,
tracking him.
---
“Do you have any idea how fucking stupid that was?” the bunker door slammed shut as the three of you walked down the stairs.
Dean held your bag with one hand, holding onto your arm with the other.
“You could've got hurt,” he pulled you to a chair, you clenched your jaw as he pushed you into it.
“You guys needed help-”
“It doesn't matter. Why can’t you ever listen?” he continued to yell at you while you wrapped your arms around yourself.
“You’re a disappointment,” you felt angry tears in your eyes as you pushed yourself out of your chair, glaring at him.
“Nothing I ever do will be good enough for you, I get it. Just… stop,” you took a few steps back before Sam sighed.
“(Y/N), that’s not what he’s trying to say. Look…”
“I’m going for a walk,” you cut Sam off.
“Like hell you are. Not at this hour,” Dean shook his head.
You grabbed your phone and wallet before shaking your head, walking out of the door.
You could feel your heart aching as a lifetime of insecurities hit you all at once.
Sam was strong, Dean was strong, you needed to be strong.
You remembered all the times from your childhood where Dean took care of you and protected you. You remembered two months ago when the two of you spent hours screaming at each other until Dean walked out. You didn't see him for a month after that.
You inhaled deeply, walking away from the bunker.
---
“(Y/N).”
Dean knocked at your door. You shifted in your bed, sitting up as he opened the door.
“Were you asleep?” he asked.
You shook your head no as he sat next to you.
The mark was long gone, in the last few months, God’s sister returned, Mary came back to life, Sam was kidnapped. Everything was bad.
You spent months ignoring your siblings, everyone sensed the tension but no one would dare say anything.
“Mary said you didn't eat dinner. Just wanted to check on you,” you knew it wasn't the real reason he was there, you decided to play along anyway.
“I have a headache, not hungry,” you shook your head.
“Right,” he nodded his head, looking away from you and towards your desk.
“Was that all?” you asked.
“No. You know… you're not a disappointment, kid,” memories of your arguments came back to you as you stayed slightly tense.
“I don’t know what's happened the last few years but I still love you. You’re my kid,” your eyes watered as he scooted closer to you.
“I wanted to say sorry. For everything. I don't expect an apology, or for you to forgive me or anything.”
You wrapped your arms around Dean tightly, taking his by surprise. He paused for a moment before hugging you back.
“I’m the one who should be sorry, Dean. Y-You just wanted what was best for me, and… I’m sorry,” you buried your face in his neck, sniffling.
The two of you stayed with your arms wrapped around each other before Dean chuckled softly.
“All it took for this reunion was five long years. I say it was worth it,” you scoffed, shaking your head.
“Do you want to mess with Sam’s hair supplies?” Dean raised an eyebrow.
You nodded fiercely, holding your hand before pulling you up, leading you out of your room.
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Disappointment
Word Count: 1,636
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Mary Winchester (mentioned), Reader
Pairings: Dean Winchester x Sibling!Reader (platonic)
Warnings: angst, some fluff, insecurities
A/N: ohmygod it's been so long ive been so so so busy but im here now and also ily all so thaks for supporting me this far and also this fic is also trash
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“Do you remember Sam?” Dean put his hand on your shoulder, bending down to your height.
He pushed your face out of your face as you nodded softly.
“He's going to be with us for some time, okay?” you stood behind Dean as Sam walked out of an apartment, giving you a small smile.
Your memory of Sam was faint, you were only 6 when he left. You had seen Dean all day, every day, except for the occasional visit from your dad.
You hid behind Dean’s leg, holding onto him tightly.
Sam’s face dropped slightly, giving Dean a look.
“Think it’s time for you to go to bed,” Dean helped you into the car while you remained tense, looking at Dean.
You stayed quiet as you leaned onto Dean’s bag, closing your eyes.
---
You slumped in the chair outside the office, waiting for Dean. your anxiety grew with every second, you didn’t do anything wrong.
You were waiting for Dean, since John died, he became your legal guardian.
“What happened?” Dean ran to you, your leg bouncing.
You were the last person he’d expect to get in trouble.
“I just… we had to make notes from the textbook, but they keep saying I plagiarized it, but I didn't. I swear I didn’t, Dean,” he nodded his head, stroking your cheek.
“Okay, hey, I believe you. Let’s go inside,” Dean held your hand as the two of you walked into the room.
“Mr. Winchester?” your teacher stood in front of you while you held Dean’s hand.
“Brother. From what I understand-” Dean began to talk before your teacher interrupted.
“We have a strict policy against copying and pasting work,” she started.
“Copy and paste? It’s a textbook,” Dean scoffed.
Dean
You could feel your nervousness rushing inside of your chest as you kept your eyes on the floor.
“We’re just worried that (Y/N) won’t learn as much as the other kids will-”
“No, let me tell you something. My baby sister here is by far the smartest person I know. She could beat any kid here on any subject. You just have a problem with her since she doesn't remember the dumbed-down content. I’ll be taking her and we’ll be on our way. Thank you,” Dean pulled your arm, leading you out of the room before your eyes widened.
“Why did you do that?” you whisper-yelled, not wanting anyone to hear.
“She was going to blame it on you. No one can try to make you look bad, kiddo. You need to stand up for yourself too,” Dean put his arm around your neck.
“I have you to do that for me,” you gave him a small smile as he chuckled, stroking your cheek.
Something was off, his smile faded. You tried to ignore it.
“Damn right I will. I’m done with my hunt, do you want to hang out?” He asked.
You nodded as he led you to the car, before driving off
—-
Dean was dead. You didn’t know what happened, he sold his soul for Sam. He didn’t even tell you. You stayed with Bobby, for the time being, you hadn’t seen Sam in what felt like years.
You walked around the city, keeping to yourself, trying to clear your mind.
You wanted Dean back more than anything. But no one comes back from the dead after four months.
You called or texted Sam every day, always checking up on him, but he never replied. You realized he never would reply, he abandoned you as well. All you had left was Bobby.
Your phone was ringing as you wiped the small tear that shed, before answering Bobby’s call.
“Hello?”
“Hey, kid. How far are you from home?” He asked.
“I’ll be there soon,” you tried to hold back the fact you were crying.
13-year-olds aren’t supposed to be weak. Sam never was, Dean never was.
You walked back to Bobby’s, taking a deep breath before opening the door.
“(Y/N),” as you walked into the house, you felt shivers up your spine, hearing the familiar voice a few feet in front of you.
It wasn’t real, it couldn’t be.
You stumbled back, trying to find any silver or holy water.
“I already tested him,” Bobby said.
“How do I know you’re really Bobby?” You replied.
He was slightly in shock before you saw a small smirk on Dean’s face.
“Told you she’s smart. Take your time,” after a series of tests, which had no effect on him, you were left trying to hold back your cries.
You held Dean tightly, wrapping your arms around him tightly.
You buried your face in his neck as he stroked your back.
“I missed you,” he said softly.
“I missed you too,” your voice was strained, holding your cries back as he stroked your cheek, wiping your tears.
“Where’s Sam?” he asked you.
You felt sadness in your chest before shaking your head.
“I haven’t seen him in a while,” you shrugged.
You saw him frown before giving you a small smile, shaking his head.
“Well, you need to catch me up on the past four months…”
—-
“Are we going on a hunt?” Dean jumped slightly as you entered the room.
He shut his laptop, turning back to you.
“No,” you could tell he was lying.
“I can go on a hunt. Really, I’m okay,” you said again.
You walked a couple of steps forward as he walked backward.
“Dean-”
“I said no. Tell Sam to meet me in the car,” Dean walked out of the bunker, while you sat on a chair, resting your head in your hands.
It had been weeks since the incident between the two of you. Dean would never intentionally hurt you, the mark was hurting him.
You knew it was an accident, you told him it was okay, but he didn't listen. He would spend all his time avoiding you, if he wasn't, then you were mad at him.
Things in the last few years had gotten worse between the two of you. Ever since he came back from Purgatory. You didn't recognize him as your older brother anymore, he wasn't your protector or your friend. He was just someone who spent his time bossing you around.
You tried your hardest and hardest to impress him, but nothing could work.
You waited for both of them to leave before opening Dean’s laptop,
tracking him.
---
“Do you have any idea how fucking stupid that was?” the bunker door slammed shut as the three of you walked down the stairs.
Dean held your bag with one hand, holding onto your arm with the other.
“You could've got hurt,” he pulled you to a chair, you clenched your jaw as he pushed you into it.
“You guys needed help-”
“It doesn't matter. Why can’t you ever listen?” he continued to yell at you while you wrapped your arms around yourself.
“You’re a disappointment,” you felt angry tears in your eyes as you pushed yourself out of your chair, glaring at him.
“Nothing I ever do will be good enough for you, I get it. Just… stop,” you took a few steps back before Sam sighed.
“(Y/N), that’s not what he’s trying to say. Look…”
“I’m going for a walk,” you cut Sam off.
“Like hell you are. Not at this hour,” Dean shook his head.
You grabbed your phone and wallet before shaking your head, walking out of the door.
You could feel your heart aching as a lifetime of insecurities hit you all at once.
Sam was strong, Dean was strong, you needed to be strong.
You remembered all the times from your childhood where Dean took care of you and protected you. You remembered two months ago when the two of you spent hours screaming at each other until Dean walked out. You didn't see him for a month after that.
You inhaled deeply, walking away from the bunker.
---
“(Y/N).”
Dean knocked at your door. You shifted in your bed, sitting up as he opened the door.
“Were you asleep?” he asked.
You shook your head no as he sat next to you.
The mark was long gone, in the last few months, God’s sister returned, Mary came back to life, Sam was kidnapped. Everything was bad.
You spent months ignoring your siblings, everyone sensed the tension but no one would dare say anything.
“Mary said you didn't eat dinner. Just wanted to check on you,” you knew it wasn't the real reason he was there, you decided to play along anyway.
“I have a headache, not hungry,” you shook your head.
“Right,” he nodded his head, looking away from you and towards your desk.
“Was that all?” you asked.
“No. You know… you're not a disappointment, kid,” memories of your arguments came back to you as you stayed slightly tense.
“I don’t know what's happened the last few years but I still love you. You’re my kid,” your eyes watered as he scooted closer to you.
“I wanted to say sorry. For everything. I don't expect an apology, or for you to forgive me or anything.”
You wrapped your arms around Dean tightly, taking his by surprise. He paused for a moment before hugging you back.
“I’m the one who should be sorry, Dean. Y-You just wanted what was best for me, and… I’m sorry,” you buried your face in his neck, sniffling.
The two of you stayed with your arms wrapped around each other before Dean chuckled softly.
“All it took for this reunion was five long years. I say it was worth it,” you scoffed, shaking your head.
“Do you want to mess with Sam’s hair supplies?” Dean raised an eyebrow.
You nodded fiercely, holding your hand before pulling you up, leading you out of your room.
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Disappointment
Word Count: 1,636
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Mary Winchester (mentioned), Reader
Pairings: Dean Winchester x Sibling!Reader (platonic)
Warnings: angst, some fluff, insecurities
A/N: ohmygod it's been so long ive been so so so busy but im here now and also ily all so thaks for supporting me this far and also this fic is also trash
Masterlist
“Do you remember Sam?” Dean put his hand on your shoulder, bending down to your height.
He pushed your face out of your face as you nodded softly.
“He's going to be with us for some time, okay?” you stood behind Dean as Sam walked out of an apartment, giving you a small smile.
Your memory of Sam was faint, you were only 6 when he left. You had seen Dean all day, every day, except for the occasional visit from your dad.
You hid behind Dean’s leg, holding onto him tightly.
Sam’s face dropped slightly, giving Dean a look.
“Think it’s time for you to go to bed,” Dean helped you into the car while you remained tense, looking at Dean.
You stayed quiet as you leaned onto Dean’s bag, closing your eyes.
---
You slumped in the chair outside the office, waiting for Dean. your anxiety grew with every second, you didn’t do anything wrong.
You were waiting for Dean, since John died, he became your legal guardian.
“What happened?” Dean ran to you, your leg bouncing.
You were the last person he’d expect to get in trouble.
“I just… we had to make notes from the textbook, but they keep saying I plagiarized it, but I didn't. I swear I didn’t, Dean,” he nodded his head, stroking your cheek.
“Okay, hey, I believe you. Let’s go inside,” Dean held your hand as the two of you walked into the room.
“Mr. Winchester?” your teacher stood in front of you while you held Dean’s hand.
“Brother. From what I understand-” Dean began to talk before your teacher interrupted.
“We have a strict policy against copying and pasting work,” she started.
“Copy and paste? It’s a textbook,” Dean scoffed.
Dean
You could feel your nervousness rushing inside of your chest as you kept your eyes on the floor.
“We’re just worried that (Y/N) won’t learn as much as the other kids will-”
“No, let me tell you something. My baby sister here is by far the smartest person I know. She could beat any kid here on any subject. You just have a problem with her since she doesn't remember the dumbed-down content. I’ll be taking her and we’ll be on our way. Thank you,” Dean pulled your arm, leading you out of the room before your eyes widened.
“Why did you do that?” you whisper-yelled, not wanting anyone to hear.
“She was going to blame it on you. No one can try to make you look bad, kiddo. You need to stand up for yourself too,” Dean put his arm around your neck.
“I have you to do that for me,” you gave him a small smile as he chuckled, stroking your cheek.
Something was off, his smile faded. You tried to ignore it.
“Damn right I will. I’m done with my hunt, do you want to hang out?” He asked.
You nodded as he led you to the car, before driving off
—-
Dean was dead. You didn’t know what happened, he sold his soul for Sam. He didn’t even tell you. You stayed with Bobby, for the time being, you hadn’t seen Sam in what felt like years.
You walked around the city, keeping to yourself, trying to clear your mind.
You wanted Dean back more than anything. But no one comes back from the dead after four months.
You called or texted Sam every day, always checking up on him, but he never replied. You realized he never would reply, he abandoned you as well. All you had left was Bobby.
Your phone was ringing as you wiped the small tear that shed, before answering Bobby’s call.
“Hello?”
“Hey, kid. How far are you from home?” He asked.
“I’ll be there soon,” you tried to hold back the fact you were crying.
13-year-olds aren’t supposed to be weak. Sam never was, Dean never was.
You walked back to Bobby’s, taking a deep breath before opening the door.
“(Y/N),” as you walked into the house, you felt shivers up your spine, hearing the familiar voice a few feet in front of you.
It wasn’t real, it couldn’t be.
You stumbled back, trying to find any silver or holy water.
“I already tested him,” Bobby said.
“How do I know you’re really Bobby?” You replied.
He was slightly in shock before you saw a small smirk on Dean’s face.
“Told you she’s smart. Take your time,” after a series of tests, which had no effect on him, you were left trying to hold back your cries.
You held Dean tightly, wrapping your arms around him tightly.
You buried your face in his neck as he stroked your back.
“I missed you,” he said softly.
“I missed you too,” your voice was strained, holding your cries back as he stroked your cheek, wiping your tears.
“Where’s Sam?” he asked you.
You felt sadness in your chest before shaking your head.
“I haven’t seen him in a while,” you shrugged.
You saw him frown before giving you a small smile, shaking his head.
“Well, you need to catch me up on the past four months…”
—-
“Are we going on a hunt?” Dean jumped slightly as you entered the room.
He shut his laptop, turning back to you.
“No,” you could tell he was lying.
“I can go on a hunt. Really, I’m okay,” you said again.
You walked a couple of steps forward as he walked backward.
“Dean-”
“I said no. Tell Sam to meet me in the car,” Dean walked out of the bunker, while you sat on a chair, resting your head in your hands.
It had been weeks since the incident between the two of you. Dean would never intentionally hurt you, the mark was hurting him.
You knew it was an accident, you told him it was okay, but he didn't listen. He would spend all his time avoiding you, if he wasn't, then you were mad at him.
Things in the last few years had gotten worse between the two of you. Ever since he came back from Purgatory. You didn't recognize him as your older brother anymore, he wasn't your protector or your friend. He was just someone who spent his time bossing you around.
You tried your hardest and hardest to impress him, but nothing could work.
You waited for both of them to leave before opening Dean’s laptop,
tracking him.
---
“Do you have any idea how fucking stupid that was?” the bunker door slammed shut as the three of you walked down the stairs.
Dean held your bag with one hand, holding onto your arm with the other.
“You could've got hurt,” he pulled you to a chair, you clenched your jaw as he pushed you into it.
“You guys needed help-”
“It doesn't matter. Why can’t you ever listen?” he continued to yell at you while you wrapped your arms around yourself.
“You’re a disappointment,” you felt angry tears in your eyes as you pushed yourself out of your chair, glaring at him.
“Nothing I ever do will be good enough for you, I get it. Just… stop,” you took a few steps back before Sam sighed.
“(Y/N), that’s not what he’s trying to say. Look…”
“I’m going for a walk,” you cut Sam off.
“Like hell you are. Not at this hour,” Dean shook his head.
You grabbed your phone and wallet before shaking your head, walking out of the door.
You could feel your heart aching as a lifetime of insecurities hit you all at once.
Sam was strong, Dean was strong, you needed to be strong.
You remembered all the times from your childhood where Dean took care of you and protected you. You remembered two months ago when the two of you spent hours screaming at each other until Dean walked out. You didn't see him for a month after that.
You inhaled deeply, walking away from the bunker.
---
“(Y/N).”
Dean knocked at your door. You shifted in your bed, sitting up as he opened the door.
“Were you asleep?” he asked.
You shook your head no as he sat next to you.
The mark was long gone, in the last few months, God’s sister returned, Mary came back to life, Sam was kidnapped. Everything was bad.
You spent months ignoring your siblings, everyone sensed the tension but no one would dare say anything.
“Mary said you didn't eat dinner. Just wanted to check on you,” you knew it wasn't the real reason he was there, you decided to play along anyway.
“I have a headache, not hungry,” you shook your head.
“Right,” he nodded his head, looking away from you and towards your desk.
“Was that all?” you asked.
“No. You know… you're not a disappointment, kid,” memories of your arguments came back to you as you stayed slightly tense.
“I don’t know what's happened the last few years but I still love you. You’re my kid,” your eyes watered as he scooted closer to you.
“I wanted to say sorry. For everything. I don't expect an apology, or for you to forgive me or anything.”
You wrapped your arms around Dean tightly, taking his by surprise. He paused for a moment before hugging you back.
“I’m the one who should be sorry, Dean. Y-You just wanted what was best for me, and… I’m sorry,” you buried your face in his neck, sniffling.
The two of you stayed with your arms wrapped around each other before Dean chuckled softly.
“All it took for this reunion was five long years. I say it was worth it,” you scoffed, shaking your head.
“Do you want to mess with Sam’s hair supplies?” Dean raised an eyebrow.
You nodded fiercely, holding your hand before pulling you up, leading you out of your room.
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Disappointment
Word Count: 1,636
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Mary Winchester (mentioned), Reader
Pairings: Dean Winchester x Sibling!Reader (platonic)
Warnings: angst, some fluff, insecurities
A/N: ohmygod it's been so long ive been so so so busy but im here now and also ily all so thaks for supporting me this far and also this fic is also trash
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“Do you remember Sam?” Dean put his hand on your shoulder, bending down to your height.
He pushed your face out of your face as you nodded softly.
“He's going to be with us for some time, okay?” you stood behind Dean as Sam walked out of an apartment, giving you a small smile.
Your memory of Sam was faint, you were only 6 when he left. You had seen Dean all day, every day, except for the occasional visit from your dad.
You hid behind Dean’s leg, holding onto him tightly.
Sam’s face dropped slightly, giving Dean a look.
“Think it’s time for you to go to bed,” Dean helped you into the car while you remained tense, looking at Dean.
You stayed quiet as you leaned onto Dean’s bag, closing your eyes.
---
You slumped in the chair outside the office, waiting for Dean. your anxiety grew with every second, you didn’t do anything wrong.
You were waiting for Dean, since John died, he became your legal guardian.
“What happened?” Dean ran to you, your leg bouncing.
You were the last person he’d expect to get in trouble.
“I just… we had to make notes from the textbook, but they keep saying I plagiarized it, but I didn't. I swear I didn’t, Dean,” he nodded his head, stroking your cheek.
“Okay, hey, I believe you. Let’s go inside,” Dean held your hand as the two of you walked into the room.
“Mr. Winchester?” your teacher stood in front of you while you held Dean’s hand.
“Brother. From what I understand-” Dean began to talk before your teacher interrupted.
“We have a strict policy against copying and pasting work,” she started.
“Copy and paste? It’s a textbook,” Dean scoffed.
Dean
You could feel your nervousness rushing inside of your chest as you kept your eyes on the floor.
“We’re just worried that (Y/N) won’t learn as much as the other kids will-”
“No, let me tell you something. My baby sister here is by far the smartest person I know. She could beat any kid here on any subject. You just have a problem with her since she doesn't remember the dumbed-down content. I’ll be taking her and we’ll be on our way. Thank you,” Dean pulled your arm, leading you out of the room before your eyes widened.
“Why did you do that?” you whisper-yelled, not wanting anyone to hear.
“She was going to blame it on you. No one can try to make you look bad, kiddo. You need to stand up for yourself too,” Dean put his arm around your neck.
“I have you to do that for me,” you gave him a small smile as he chuckled, stroking your cheek.
Something was off, his smile faded. You tried to ignore it.
“Damn right I will. I’m done with my hunt, do you want to hang out?” He asked.
You nodded as he led you to the car, before driving off
—-
Dean was dead. You didn’t know what happened, he sold his soul for Sam. He didn’t even tell you. You stayed with Bobby, for the time being, you hadn’t seen Sam in what felt like years.
You walked around the city, keeping to yourself, trying to clear your mind.
You wanted Dean back more than anything. But no one comes back from the dead after four months.
You called or texted Sam every day, always checking up on him, but he never replied. You realized he never would reply, he abandoned you as well. All you had left was Bobby.
Your phone was ringing as you wiped the small tear that shed, before answering Bobby’s call.
“Hello?”
“Hey, kid. How far are you from home?” He asked.
“I’ll be there soon,” you tried to hold back the fact you were crying.
13-year-olds aren’t supposed to be weak. Sam never was, Dean never was.
You walked back to Bobby’s, taking a deep breath before opening the door.
“(Y/N),” as you walked into the house, you felt shivers up your spine, hearing the familiar voice a few feet in front of you.
It wasn’t real, it couldn’t be.
You stumbled back, trying to find any silver or holy water.
“I already tested him,” Bobby said.
“How do I know you’re really Bobby?” You replied.
He was slightly in shock before you saw a small smirk on Dean’s face.
“Told you she’s smart. Take your time,” after a series of tests, which had no effect on him, you were left trying to hold back your cries.
You held Dean tightly, wrapping your arms around him tightly.
You buried your face in his neck as he stroked your back.
“I missed you,” he said softly.
“I missed you too,” your voice was strained, holding your cries back as he stroked your cheek, wiping your tears.
“Where’s Sam?” he asked you.
You felt sadness in your chest before shaking your head.
“I haven’t seen him in a while,” you shrugged.
You saw him frown before giving you a small smile, shaking his head.
“Well, you need to catch me up on the past four months…”
—-
“Are we going on a hunt?” Dean jumped slightly as you entered the room.
He shut his laptop, turning back to you.
“No,” you could tell he was lying.
“I can go on a hunt. Really, I’m okay,” you said again.
You walked a couple of steps forward as he walked backward.
“Dean-”
“I said no. Tell Sam to meet me in the car,” Dean walked out of the bunker, while you sat on a chair, resting your head in your hands.
It had been weeks since the incident between the two of you. Dean would never intentionally hurt you, the mark was hurting him.
You knew it was an accident, you told him it was okay, but he didn't listen. He would spend all his time avoiding you, if he wasn't, then you were mad at him.
Things in the last few years had gotten worse between the two of you. Ever since he came back from Purgatory. You didn't recognize him as your older brother anymore, he wasn't your protector or your friend. He was just someone who spent his time bossing you around.
You tried your hardest and hardest to impress him, but nothing could work.
You waited for both of them to leave before opening Dean’s laptop,
tracking him.
---
“Do you have any idea how fucking stupid that was?” the bunker door slammed shut as the three of you walked down the stairs.
Dean held your bag with one hand, holding onto your arm with the other.
“You could've got hurt,” he pulled you to a chair, you clenched your jaw as he pushed you into it.
“You guys needed help-”
“It doesn't matter. Why can’t you ever listen?” he continued to yell at you while you wrapped your arms around yourself.
“You’re a disappointment,” you felt angry tears in your eyes as you pushed yourself out of your chair, glaring at him.
“Nothing I ever do will be good enough for you, I get it. Just… stop,” you took a few steps back before Sam sighed.
“(Y/N), that’s not what he’s trying to say. Look…”
“I’m going for a walk,” you cut Sam off.
“Like hell you are. Not at this hour,” Dean shook his head.
You grabbed your phone and wallet before shaking your head, walking out of the door.
You could feel your heart aching as a lifetime of insecurities hit you all at once.
Sam was strong, Dean was strong, you needed to be strong.
You remembered all the times from your childhood where Dean took care of you and protected you. You remembered two months ago when the two of you spent hours screaming at each other until Dean walked out. You didn't see him for a month after that.
You inhaled deeply, walking away from the bunker.
---
“(Y/N).”
Dean knocked at your door. You shifted in your bed, sitting up as he opened the door.
“Were you asleep?” he asked.
You shook your head no as he sat next to you.
The mark was long gone, in the last few months, God’s sister returned, Mary came back to life, Sam was kidnapped. Everything was bad.
You spent months ignoring your siblings, everyone sensed the tension but no one would dare say anything.
“Mary said you didn't eat dinner. Just wanted to check on you,” you knew it wasn't the real reason he was there, you decided to play along anyway.
“I have a headache, not hungry,” you shook your head.
“Right,” he nodded his head, looking away from you and towards your desk.
“Was that all?” you asked.
“No. You know… you're not a disappointment, kid,” memories of your arguments came back to you as you stayed slightly tense.
“I don’t know what's happened the last few years but I still love you. You’re my kid,” your eyes watered as he scooted closer to you.
“I wanted to say sorry. For everything. I don't expect an apology, or for you to forgive me or anything.”
You wrapped your arms around Dean tightly, taking his by surprise. He paused for a moment before hugging you back.
“I’m the one who should be sorry, Dean. Y-You just wanted what was best for me, and… I’m sorry,” you buried your face in his neck, sniffling.
The two of you stayed with your arms wrapped around each other before Dean chuckled softly.
“All it took for this reunion was five long years. I say it was worth it,” you scoffed, shaking your head.
“Do you want to mess with Sam’s hair supplies?” Dean raised an eyebrow.
You nodded fiercely, holding your hand before pulling you up, leading you out of your room.
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