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babyinatrenchcoat · 9 months

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Coming Out - Sister Winchester

Sooo this has been sitting in my drafts since 2017… apparently I came up with the idea in choir class my senior year 😅 I pretty much abandoned my account for like six years, but I’ve been revisiting it the last few days and thought I might as well finish this for shits and gigs.

Also, it turned out a bit more lengthy than I had originally anticipated… I don’t have a word count, I’m sorry

Descrpition: Coming out as gay/lesbian (whichever you prefer to say) to your older brothers.

Characters: Sam, Dean, Sister!reader, Charlie (mentioned)

Warnings: LGBTQ+ (if any of you need that as a warning), strong language (one word, said once)

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Today is the day. The inevitability of this day gave you nightmares. The day you’d finally tell your brother’s the truth. You’re certain they both support it. They're fine with Charlie, after all. But that doesn't calm your nerves. The three of you found out pretty close to immediately upon meeting her. But you? Sam and Dean have known you your whole life. This will be so much different.

You pace back and forth in the bunker library, slowly boring a hole into the floor. Your thumb nail quickly becomes raw from your teeth as you run over what you plan to say in your head. This is the most nerve racking thing you’ve ever done. Ever had to do. Because this has to be done. They have to know the truth. It's the only way you can be your whole self around your family.

Not that you’re ashamed. No, it’s more that you’ve never actually said the words out loud. You’ve known about yourself for a very long time, but saying it aloud makes it real. These are different times. You know you have nothing to be ashamed of. Even still, your heart pounds in your throat.

The door starts to open, causing you to stop in your tracks and stare up at it. The color drains from your face, and your heart rate quickens, as if it was possible. Sam and Dean step inside, and you swear you can hear the rapid thumping of your heartbeat in you ears. Your brothers walk down the stairs and into the library where you stand chewing your nail with a terrified look on your face. They notice.

“What’s wrong, y/n?” The eldest brother asks.

“Did something happen?” Sam adds.

You take a deep breath. “Can you guys just sit down please?” The brothers exchange a confused glance before obeying.

“What's going on?” Sam asks as he pulls up his chair.

You run your hands through your hair and begin pacing again. Where do you begin? “Okay, so... I've been wanting to tell you guys this for a while now, but... I dunno, I've been scared, and I haven't really know how to do it, and-” Dean cuts off your rambling.

“Y/n,” he says, bringing your pacing to a halt. “You’re scaring me, kid, calm down. Breathe.” You obey. “Now tell us what's up. You didn't free the Leviathins again or anything, did you?”

You chuckle slightly. “No.”

“Then I don't think there's anything you could do that would be much worse,” he continues, adding a smile. “Talk to us, little sis.”

You try to rethink your approach, but come up dry. Finally, you become impatient with yourself and decide to just spill your guts. “Alright, I'm just gonna say it. But please, please promise that you won't hate me.”

“We could never hate you!” Sam immediately says.

The genuineness in his hazel eyes calms your nerves just a little. But only a little. You still have to force down the golf ball sized lump in your throat. You close your eyes and take another deep breath. Keeping your eyes shut, you finally let it out.

“I’m gay.”

And there it is. It’s out. You’re out. The reality of the words you just said sets in. You’ve never said those words out loud. The pit in your stomach tightens, and you have to hold your breath to keep from crying. Your nerves are still shot, but you also feel free. You’re out! There’s no taking it back now.

You keep your eyes pressed shut for a moment, afraid to see a disappointed look on your brothers’ faces. Finally, you convince yourself to pry one eye open, the curiosity of their reactions becoming overbearing.

Your brothers look at each other, then back at you. An identical smirk spreads across both pairs of lips.

What the hell is that?

Your other eye shoots open and you glare at them, waiting for something, anything, to come out of their mouths. “Well say something!” You practically shout. Dean fails to stifles a chuckle, while Sam allows his smile to spread further. “Why are you laughing?!”

“Y/n,” Same begins. “We know.”

Your whole world shatters, then the pieces come back together in an entirely new arrangement in a split second. The only word you can muster is “What?”

Dean clears his throat and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Do you remember when you told us about your first kiss?”

How could you forget? “Uh, I seem to remember the two of you pestering the shit out of me until I told you.”

You had made the mistake of coming back to the motel you temporarily called home still blushing profusely. You tried like hell to suppress the crimson color of your burning cheeks, to no avail. “What’s his name?” Your eldest brother had immediately said. How were you supposed to react to his use of the word ‘his’?

Dean snickers about the memory now. “Right,” he agrees. “Anyway, you told us the kid’s name was Alex.”

Where is he going with this? It’s not like you lied. You just chose to leave out the fact that Alex wasn’t a boy. “Yeah?”

Dean pauses for a moment as if to give you a chance to catch up. You respond by simply raising your brows, silently asking him to continue. He looks to Sam for help.

“There wasn’t a single boy named Alex in your school,” Sam says.

Oh.

Heat rises to your entire face. At the time, you hadn’t considered that possibility.

“There was, however, an Alexandra in your grade,” Dean adds. He lifts one eyebrow at you.

You cover the embarrassment on your face with your hands. You’ve been so worried to tell them something that they already knew. Since your were 15, you’ve been trying to keep a cat in a bag that had a giant hole in the bottom. A laugh pushes itself from your stomach, and you drop your hands.

“I should’ve known you guys would try to find the guy,” you say.

Sam scrunches his eyebrows, keeping the smile spread across his face. “Well, yeah,” he sasses.

“Did you honestly think that we would find out that some horny teenage boy was mackin’ on our kid sister and not try to find out who he was?” Dean says.

You toss your palms up in surrender. “Like I said, I should’ve known,” you smile. “You broke into the school, didn’t you?”

“Of course,” Sam casually says with a quick shrug. All you can do is shake your head. A short moment of silence later, Sam rises to his feet and holds out his arms. “C’mere,” he says, gesturing you towards the space between his arms.

In the time it takes you to walk to him, Dean stands as well, holding one arm open to you. You reach the two of them and collapse into the embrace of the group hug. The weight of a thousand worlds lifts off your shoulders and is replaced by comfort. Comfort you only ever feel from your brothers.

You squeeze your arms around them just a bit tighter. “You guys are the best big brothers a girl could ask for.”

Dean squeezes back and plants a kiss on the top of your head. “You mean the world to us, Y/n, you know that.”

You nuzzle yourself further into your brothers’ arms. The last ten minutes replays in your mind, and you can’t help but giggle. “I can’t believe you guys have known this whole time.”

“Of course we knew,” Sam’s voice sounds from above you. “And even if we hadn’t found out then, you’re not exactly discreet about checking out bartenders and waitresses.”

The only defense you can think of is a slap on his chest. The action sends the two men away from you in a laughing fit.

“I am so!”

“You are so not,” Dean says between chuckles.

After the three of you recover from your laughter, you just stare at them for a moment. You’ve been worried for nothing. These two dorks would do anything for you. There’s nothing in the universe that would make them think any less of you.

“I love you guys,” you say.

Dean reaches over and tousles your hair. “We love you too, kiddo.”

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Let me know if you guys want the story of the boys finding out about Alexandra, cause I would LOVE to write that in detail.

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crashdevlin · 1 year

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Forbidden Fruit 1- Just Helping Out

Author’s Note: This is part one of Forbidden Fruit. It is a high-school set, adopted sister Wincest, non-Supernatural, a/b/o series. This is brand new, never been posted (not even to my patreon). There was an Omegaverse week over on @spnkinkevents and there was a prompt of Heat/Rut which I think this will fit pretty well.

Summary: When John and Mary Winchester adopted Y/n into their family, Dean never imagined he'd grow to think of her as anything other than a nuisance. Imagine his surprise when his sister becomes the single most important person in his life.

Pairing: Dean x Sister!Reader, Michael x Reader

Word count: 3342

Story Warnings: sister wincest, alpha!Dean, alpha!Michael, omega!reader, 18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!!, masturbation, phone sex,

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Dean Winchester stepped out of his car and slung his backpack over his shoulder, long bowed legs carrying him toward the last building in town he wanted to be in. His brother followed at a slower pace. His friend, Richie, approached him as soon as he entered the school, looking around pointedly.

"Where's your hot sister this morning?"

Dean rolled his eyes. He was more than tired of his friends trying to get with Y/n. Just like he was tired of reinforcing that she was adopted. "Fuck if I know, man. She was sick or something this morning. Mom told me and Sammy to head out without her."

"Sick, huh? She ain't pregnant, is she?" Richie asked. He always took it to a sexual place.

Dean scoffed. "Be real hard 'less it's the second coming of Christ, man. She's a virgin."

"You sure? 'Cause word around the locker room is-"

"You finish that sentence and I'm gonna rip your fuckin' lungs out. That's my sister and she is not a topic for your locker room bullshit," Dean growled. He knew there was no way the rumors might have substance but the very idea that Y/n let some guy touch her made his alpha show itself.

"No, no, man. Not me! I would never disrespect you and yours like that, but...I mean, Mike...Cas' big brother...he was sayin'..."

All anger flowed out of him. "They went to one movie and I escorted them. Nothing happened. He's a lying piece of shit."

"Maybe...but he's telling everybody that he nailed her so…"

"I'll deal with it."

Dean wasn’t sure how he'd deal with it, but he knew he would. There was no way he would let everyone think his sister was a ho.

"Well, don't hurt Mr. President too much. You don't want to get arrested."

"I'm not gonna hurt him," Dean argued. "Well, I might, but if I say that then it's premeditation and I don't have the 'crime of passion' thing to fall back on." He scoffed as the bell rang through the PA system. "See you in English, Richie."

"She wouldn't want you to fight with him. She likes him," Sam said, walking up to his brother as Richie rushed down the hall.

"She doesn't like liars and she doesn't deserve to have him spreading rumors like that about her."

"Then let her deal with it."

"She's not here today, is she?"

"And you gotta deal with it today?"

Dean turned on his little brother and let out a growl. "The longer he's out here spreading this shit with no pushback and no one defending her, the longer it has to take hold and the more people are gonna believe it. I am not going to let that happen."

Sam sighed, his hair swinging as he shook his head. "When she gets upset and cries about you beating up her boyfriend, I'm not gonna hold back the 'I told you so'."

"He ain't her boyfriend!" Dean called before heading into his homeroom. He threw his body down into his desk and rested his head against his fist.

He never would have thought he would end up so protective of Y/n. He hated that girl when his parents decided to foster her. They put a seven-year-old boy who only ever had a little brother with a brand new six-year-old 'sister', they were naive to not expect some pushback. She was living with them for almost a year before he called her anything other than 'Foster' and he remembered making every single thing a fight even after they decided to adopt her and make her his sister. He was an unbelievable ass to her and that still showed up sometimes.

But despite the genetics, despite the rocky start, Y/n was his sister. Y/n was his little sister and he was not about to let the student council president get away with telling everyone that she gave her virginity up to a piece of shit like him. Fuck Michael Novak.

Four other people mentioned "the rumors" before lunch. By the time he saw the tall green-eyed teen across the cafeteria, Dean was seething. He was laughing with a group of other wealthy, popular seniors and Dean was itching to hit the smile right off his face. At least it wouldn't be an unfair fight. Michael was the same age, same height, same build, and both were alphas. In a lot of ways, Michael Novak was just like Dean Winchester, so much so that people sometimes mistook them for each other in the halls during hotter months when Dean only wore t-shirts instead of his many layers of plaid and leather.

"So tell me, how'd you manage to get some from my sister when I was with you the whole damn night?" Dean asked without preface and definitely without tact as he walked up to the group.

The group collectively blanched before turning to the gruff boy. Michael's blank green eyes found Dean's rage-filled ones. "What are you going on about, Dean?"

"You been tellin' everybody that you had sex with my sister and I'm just wondering exactly how that could have happened when I was with you the whole date. I picked your lame, Abercrombie and Fitch-wearing ass up. I drove you to the theater. I sat next to her in the movie. I drove your lame, Abercrombie and Fitch-wearing ass home. When did you put her ankles behind her ears and make her see God?"

Michael looked caught for a moment, obviously unsure what to say. "You weren't around the whole night," he responded, eventually. "She and I were alone while you went to the anime store in the mall."

Dean nodded, angrily. There was a short gap where he let them out of his sight but… "I was gone for ten minutes. I just needed to grab the new Twilight Princess manga. My baby didn't smell like sex when I got back in and you really think anyone's gonna believe you talked Y/n out of her virginity in the backseat of my car in ten minutes? Also, dude, if you're only giving girls ten minutes of time, you're doing sex wrong. Have you ever had sex?"

Michael obviously took offense to the question, eyes going wide. "More than you, I'm sure, you...white trash, thrift store-shopping, piece of-"

"Well, you're wrong there. I steal my clothes and if you think I'm trash, what do you really think about Y/n?"

"I think she's been trying to get me to knot her for months and she would have been easy if you hadn't been a constant presence during the date!"

"Did you just call my sister 'easy'?! And like hell, she's been tryin' to get your dinky little dick!" Dean's fist clenched and he moved to step closer, but his phone vibrating in his pocket stopped him. He growled as he pulled it out, softening a little at his mom's contact pic on the screen. "Yeah, Mom?"

"Hey, I need you to take Sam over to Bobby's after school. You boys and your father are going to be staying there for a few days."

"Wait, wha--Why? What's goin' on?"

"Because Y/n's becoming a woman and having two alphas in the house when an omega is going through her first heat would make everything harder and Sam is going to want to be with you wherever you are so...meet your dad at Bobby's, we'll see you in a few days, okay?"

"Y-yeah." Dean turned away from Michael and his friends, phone pressed to his ear. His cheeks went hot as he heard Y/n moan in the background. "Is she...she okay?"

"She'll be fine. First one's the worst one. You remember your first rut, how you wanted to fight everyone and went through half a bottle of lotion?"

"Com'on, Mom," he groaned.

Mary laughed. "I'll take care of her. We'll see you when she's on the other side."

"Yes, ma'am. See ya then." He sighed before pushing his phone back into his pocket. "Stop lying about my sister, you dickbag...and lose her number because no way is she going out with you again," Dean called over his shoulder as he walked away. Y/n was under enough stress. She didn't need to come back to school to find out that Dean got in a fist fight with Michael over her.

"You didn't hurt him?" Richie couldn't believe he just witnessed Dean walk away from an opportunity to defend Y/n's honor. "Who was on that call, man?"

"My mom. I'm not gonna…not gonna hurt him. I called him out, his friends know he lied, and I'm never gonna let Y/n go out with him again so…" He shrugged and sat on the table, boots resting on the seat. "He really said she'd'a been easy if I hadn’t been on the date, blockin' him. He obviously doesn't know anything about her."

"You let that slide?! 'Cause your mommy called you?"

"Richie," Dean started, licking his lips. He had a hundred things he wanted to say to his friend, but his mind kept replaying the moan he heard in the background of his conversation with his mother. He adjusted how he was sitting as he started to get hard. "Shut up."

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"So, we gotta sleep at Bobby's until Y/n's feeling better?" Sam asked from the passenger seat of Dean's Impala.

"Yeah. Dad brought clothes over for us and we're gonna be sleeping on the couches. Dad gets the guest bed, of course."

"How long does an omega stay in heat?"

Dean looked over at Sam for a second before looking back to the road. "Aren't you takin' sex ed? Isn't there a whole section in that book about gender presentation?"

"It's all vague. 'One to five days'. That's not helpful. Come on. You know stuff. Cassie was an omega, right?"

Dean rolled his eyes at the mention of his ex. "Yeah, Cassie was an omega...and her heats lasted three. Mom's last two. So...we'll probably have to stay at Bobby's 'til Saturday."

"Thank you. Was that so hard, jerk?"

"Harder than you think," Dean said, shifting on the bench seat. Just thinking about Y/n in heat gave him a hard on...which was wrong. So wrong. That's his sister.

Bobby's front door opened and Ellen stepped out. "Hey, boys. Jo Beth and I put pillows an' blankets out on the couch and loveseat and y'all can do your homework in the library. Bobby and yer dad'll be back from the body shop at 6 so you got plenty'a time to get that stuff finished before dinner. Fried chicken. Come on in." The Winchesters followed the brunette woman inside. "As always-" she started as soon as Dean walked in.

"'Hands off Jo'. Yes, ma'am," Dean finished for her.

"Good," she said before disappearing into the kitchen.

"Get caught playing doctor once, ten years ago...never let us live it down," Dean grumbled under his breath as he tossed his backpack through the open doorway into the library.

"She'll get over it one day," Jo said, walking up to pick Dean's bag up.

"Not fucking likely. But it doesn't matter, does it?" Dean chuckled as he slid the door closed and sat at Bobby's desk. "Her threats didn't actually stop us."

"Hush yer mouth," Jo whispered, furiously. "Momma would kill us!"

"She'd kill Dean." Sam flopped down on the loveseat and dropped his backpack to his feet. "No big loss."

"Yeah, shut up, you little bitch."

"Are you going to do your work or just-" Sam cut himself off when Dean put his feet up on Bobby's desk and pulled out a comic book from his bag. "Right." Sam rolled his eyes.

"I don't need to do the homework to pass the tests and all my teachers know that shit, man. They don't fuck with me about it."

Sam just rolled his eyes again.

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Dean's phone ringing on the floor beside the couch woke him at a little after midnight. He was barely awake enough to recognize Y/n's contact picture before he had answered and put the phone to his ear.

"Dean?" Her whisper through the phone made him sit up, more awake.

"Yeah? You okay?" he whispered back to keep Sam from waking.

"Mom told you?"

"Yeah."

"I don't like this," she whined and Dean was struck with the desire to go home and comfort her. "I've never been so…"

"Horny?" Dean guessed.

"I was going for 'uncomfortable' but...yeah," she admitted. Dean swallowed thickly and licked his lips as blood rushed southward. He felt a little bad about getting hard over his little sister's first heat, but it wasn’t something he could control. "I don't know what to do. I just wanna...make it go away."

"O-only thing that would m-make it stop for a few hours would be...an alpha, but, um...you can...you know...and that'll...take some of the edge off."

"I can't," she squeaked.

"Can't...what, masturbate? It's totally natural and okay to-"

"No, I just...maybe I'm too stupid or I'm doing it wrong but it...I've tried before and it d-doesn't work."

Dean's face went hot as his dick twitched. "Um...you could--you aren't stupid, you just don't--um, I could send you a few videos from Pornhub and-"

"I can't watch those kinds of things!"

"Don't be such a prude," he snapped before sighing. "Sorry. That was rude. I'm an ass."

"It's okay. I'm sorry, too. I'm just...I'm not eighteen yet. I really shouldn't look at those videos."

"Right, well…" An idea came to his head and it left his mouth before he could realize how wrong the idea was. "I've seen a lot of those videos. Maybe I could help you."

There was silence on her side for a minute and Dean almost laughed it off and pretended it was a joke until he heard, "You could do that?" Her voice was so small and hopeful that he couldn't call it a joke.

"Y-yeah. I could do that...for you."

"And that’s...okay? It's not-"

"I'm your big brother. If I can help make this a little more bearable for you...I should. So, uh." Dean shot a look at Sam's sleeping form and got up to tip-toe into the bathroom at the foot of the stairs. "You in bed?"

"Yeah," she said on a breath.

"Okay, so...I guess, just get comfortable and, um, close your eyes."

"Okay."

"And just get a clear picture in your head of somebody that you'd wanna touch you. It's better if you can imagine someone...when you can think about their voice and how they might look when they're hovering over you...looking down at you...runnin' their hands down your body like you're about to be doing."

"So, I should run my hands down my body?"

"Did you come up with someone to imagine?"

"Uh-huh."

"Okay, now, imagine that guy and let your hands drift until you find a place that feels good. Imagine him kissing your neck and telling you how fucking pretty you are." A sharp gasp from Y/n made Dean's dick twitch and he reached down to run his hand across the front of his pajama pants. "Some girls really like their nipples being played with. Some like tugging and pinching real hard, but others like it to be all light like a feather touch. So you should-"

"Oh my god!" she whispered through a moan and Dean had to bite his lip to keep from moaning himself...and to keep from asking how she likes her nipples played with.

"Now, um, put your hand in your underwear, whichever hand feels better...usually dominant hand, but sometimes that left hand is just a bit different and that can be fun." He wrapped his fingers around his erection through his pants and tried to control himself. "Keep your other hand playing with your nipples and don't just go straight for it. Tease yourself before you get the fingers going."

"T-tease what? My…"

"You need to play with your clit, baby," he said, cursing himself for calling her that before squeezing his erection and moving on. "Gentle pressure, circular motions...when you-"

"Oh! Oh, fuck!" Hearing her curse was too much. His goody-two-shoes, Student Council Vice President, church choir soloist little sister was playing with her clit and moaning for him. It was so wrong...and a-fucking-mazing. He reached into his pants and boxers and pulled out his cock, sweeping his thumb over the head. "It feels so good."

"If you're...if you think you're wet enough, you can slip your middle finger in-inside you and...just kinda feel around. Don't thrust, just press your fingertip into your pussy." His hand started moving slowly down his erection and back to the tip. "Gotta find the spots you're gonna be aimin' for when you start thrusting."

"How do you know-"

"Dirty movies, nasty mangas, and some hands-on experience. Now...fuck...um, take as long as you want with the teasing, ya know. There's no such thing as too much foreplay, even when you're playing with yourself."

He started tugging at his cock as he listened to her breathing heavily. Something in the rhythm of her breaths told him she had found her pace and started fingering herself. "How's that workin' for you, baby sis?" He needed to hear her voice. He needed to know what she sounded like all wrecked with bliss.

"It's workin'," she whimpered.

"Yeah? You think you can make yourself cum like that?"

"Yeah. Oh, I'm so close."

"I bet you are. Bet you're about to gush all over those pretty little fingers, aren't you?"

"Fuck, so close. Alpha, I'm so close."

Dean dropped his phone in the sink as his whole body jerked and his toes curled, a powerful, unexpected orgasm taking his breath as he shot cum all over the counter. "Shit!" he hissed, grabbing his phone as he continued fucking his fist. He got the phone to his ear just in time to hear Y/n let out a shuddering breath and a relieved moan. "You...you feel better, Y/n?"

"Uh-huh. I...I'm sorry I called you that. It just came out."

Dean chuckled, grabbing some toilet paper to clean up the evidence of what her calling him that did to him. "It's okay. It's natural. You're an omega in heat. I'm an alpha you trust...you were doing that. It's not a big deal. As long as you're feeling better, that's the important thing."

"I'm feeling a lot better. Thank you. I knew it was the right choice to call you."

Dean tossed the toilet paper in the bowl and flushed before securing his boxers and pants. "Why did you call me?"

"Something in me said you'd be able to help."

Dean licked his lips and swallowed. "I'm glad I could help. Um...but we should probably not tell anybody that I did, ya know?"

"Yeah. People probably would think-"

"Yeah."

"Thank you for helping, Dean. This won't be so miserable now."

"Try to get some sleep, Y/n."

"You too. Sorry I woke you up for this."

Dean smiled. "Don't be sorry. I'm glad I could help."

"Oh, um...can you collect my schoolwork for the week? It's gonna be in the front office tomorrow."

"Yeah. I'll, uh, grab it and drop it off for you tomorrow."

"Okay. Thank you. Love you, Dean. Night."

"Night." Dean disconnected the call and stared at himself in the mirror over the sink. "That’s your little sister, man. What's wrong with you?"

He shook his head and sighed, checking the time on his phone and wiping at his tired eyes. "Nobody has to know. Doesn't have to be a thing. I was just helpin' her out like any good big brother would." He flicked the light off and headed back to the couch in the library.

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anawinchester02 · 8 months

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March 27, 2000: "Bait"

March 27, 2000

The hunt in Missouri went really well. Dad says I "passed" my first big hunt. But I think I messed up. Sam and dad had a really big fight right afterwards. Dad made me walk away before they started yelling, but I think it was my fault.

We were loading the car after the hunt, when Sam spoke up. "Dad, you really pulled a risky move back there." he said, throwing something in the trunk. "Everything worked out fine, Sam. Why fight what works, son?" dad asked him. "You used her as BAIT, dad!" Sam raised his voice. "We're not having this conversation, Sam." dad shut him down. "Yes, dad. We are." Sam took a step towards dad. I stiffened, afraid for Sam. I couldn't imagine talking to dad like that. Everything he ever said to me was met with a quick "yes, sir.", and I didn't speak unless spoken to. "Ana." Dad yelled. I marched to him almost like a soldier. Head high, back straight. "Yes sir?" "Go back inside and help Dean move those bodies." he ordered. I began to walk back into the cabin. "Ana?" he said again. I turned around. He just raised a brow at me. "Oh!" I chimed. "Yes sir.", then he nodded and gave me permission to walk away. Like I said, EVERY thing that dad said to me, was met with a yes sir.

"De?" I called when I entered the bloodied cabin. "I'm in here, pipsqueak!" he answered from the back room. "Dad told me to help you." Dean was heaving one of the vamps out the a back door. "I got it, pip. You can go help them load the car." he huffed, still supporting the dead weight. "I can't." I told him. "Why not?" "Dad sent me away because they were fighting." I told him, walking over to him and helping him chuck the body out the back door. "I think I messed up." Dean took a deep breath after the vamp was out of his hands, and wiped his hands off on his pants. "Pipsqueak, how the Hell did you mess up? You aced this hunt. I'm definitely buying you an ice cream after this." he said, patting the top of my head with his dirty hands. "They're fighting about me, Dean." I told him, brushing off the top of my head. "Nonsense." he argued. We walked out the back door where Dean had piled the bodies to burn. "Sam said dad used me as bait." I said. Dean lit a matched, then stiffened. "Ana, listen." he started, as he threw the match on the pile, already soaked in lighter fluid. "Dad and Sam fight a lot lately. I know you've noticed. It has nothing to do with you. Sammy has just been moody lately. Probably on his period or something.". We watched the bodies burn. "What's his period?" I asked him. His eyes shot up in what seemed like panic. "Uh-... I'll tell you later." He disregarded. He didn't tell me later, but I looked it up on Sam's laptop when we got back from the hunt. Gross. Dad finally came to tell us it was time to go. He was clearly still mad, but didn't say anything else.

"Dad-..er-... Sir?" I corrected myself. "Yes, Ana?" he turned to look at me. The boys were already in the car. "I'm sorry." I told him. "For what, Ana?" he asked, cocking his head at me. "For making Sam mad at you. I'll try to do better next time. I'll be better bait.". He looked down at the ground and sighed. "That wasn't your fault, Ana. I promise. You did great, all things considered. Way better than your brothers at your age. Sam just wanted something to be mad about." I nodded. "Because he's on his period or something?" I asked. Dad's eyes went wide. "Get in the car, kid." he ordered. "Yes sir." I quipped.

When we were both in the car, dad leaned over and whacked Dean on the back of the head. "What'd I do?!" Dean exclaimed, grabbing the back of his head and rubbing it. Dad just glared at him and started the car.

~Anastasia Winchester.

#supernatural #jensen ackles #spn oc #spn fanfic #spnfandom #supernatural oc #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fandom #dean winchester #sam and dean #sam winchester #john winchester #daughter winchester #winchester daughter #sister winchester #winchester sister

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Racing

anon request: I've read all of your fics and I love them all! Can you please write a dean x sister fic where she is a literal toddler?Like dean and her are just playing and he unknowingly says something that he doesn't expect a toddler to get affected by? that makes her sad and she just runs and stays with sam. And eventually dean confronts her and talks to her? Maybe he could have said that they weren't buddies anymore (playfully of course) but the toddler sister takes it to heart?Thanks! Have a nice day byeeeew

Word Count: 716

Dean’s age- 19 Sam’s age- 15 y/n’s age- 5

A/N: a little au setting where the winchesters grow up with a little sis on the road :3 also hello! I know it’s been a while, I have a few requests to work on and I feel bad I haven’t gotten to them yet but ya know, life lately. Hope everyone is doing well! :)

“Deeean, Deeeaann!” y/n’s little voice echoed through out the room.

“Hey, sweetheart, what’s goin on?”

“Can you play horsies wifth me?” y/n asked sweetly as she held up her toys.

Dean sighed “Yeah, c’mon let’s go ahead.” He sat down.

Having a toddler in the Winchester’s life wasn’t always easy. Sam and Dean wouldn’t trade their little sister for the world, but to have John always in and out during the weeks and leaving y/n in the care of her brothers wasn’t fair to them.

“Okay, you can be this brown horsie wifth white spots.” y/n held out her plastic toy horse in Dean’s face.

“Wow, this one has really soft hair!” Dean said with a little over excitement.

“She does, the farmers brush her haiwr every day.” y/n smiled. “Okay, let’s go wriding now.”

“Giddy up horsey!” Dean said as he controlled the toy horse next to y/n’s

“Dee, no. I have the faster horse, you can’t go in front of me.” y/n put her hand in front of the toys. She always liked to have some sort of order to her playtime, a sense of control which she probably got from Dean.

“Well I’m older, so my horse is gonna be a little bit faster.” Dean sighed.

“Nuh uh! I have the black horse, like daddy’s car and it’s way faster.” y/n argued.

“I guess we can’t be friends anymore if you think you’re gonna beat me in this race kiddo.” Dean joked.

Y/n paused and looked at Dean with serious puppy eyes. “You said we’ll always be fwiends.”

“I don’t think that’s the case anymore.” Dean shrugged.

y/n dropped her horse and stood up with tears forming in her eyes. Dean looked up and saw that y/n took him seriously. “N-n-no, y/n/n....”

She walked away to look for Sam who wasn’t anywhere in the motel room, which meant he was outside doing homework on the picnic table as he normally would if it was a nice day.

y/n wasn’t tall enough to look out the window, instead she reached up and turned the doorknob with both hands and spotted Sam outside. Dean was quick to watch her movements as he didn’t want to let her out of his sights. He watched as she ran to Sam who spotted her troubled face.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Sam hunched over to her level, looking like she was about to start crying.

“Dee s-said I’m not his fwiend anymore.” she said through staggered breaths, looking up to Sam.

He lifted her up onto his lap and glanced towards their motel room to see Dean standing in the doorway with a frown.

“What do you mean? Dean will always be your friend.” Sam reassured as he fixed the hair that was in her face.

“Does that mean you’re not my fwiend...” y/n hiccuped.

“No, no. I’m sure he didn’t mean it.” Sam sighed. It was these moments that he tried to be the best brother he could, he and Dean both. It wasn’t fair to y/n to have to rely on both brothers like parents.

They each had their own lives to focus on but they knew their situation was different because of unfortunate circumstances. So they did their best to be there for their little sister.

Dean walked over to a grumpy looking y/n. “Sweetheart, I was just joking. You know we’re best buds, right?”

“You’re not vewy funny.”

Sam gave a snarky look to his brother, who shot back at him with an eye roll.

“You’re right on that one, I’m not very funny.... But, I’m sorry kiddo, can I have a hug?” Dean pleaded.

“Do you pwomise? You’re my fwiend forever?”

“I promise y/n/n.”

y/n held out her pinky. “I pinky promise too.” Dean smiled. “Now how bout you get back in there, you have a race to win!”

y/n giggled and hopped off Sam’s lap after he placed a kiss on her head, almost forgetting completely what had upset her in the first place.

Sam watched her run back to the room with excitement to resume playing. “You know she’s gonna be the boss when it comes to her horses.” Sam laughed, turning his attention back to his book.

“I won’t overstep next time....” Dean smirked as he turned to follow y/n back inside.

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hahahahahangst · 7 months

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When there was me and you (Be The Young 41)

TW: [suicidal thoughts, self h*rm, violence, s*xual assault]

Other tags: [sister fic, canon-level violence, dean is an asshole, angst]

All chapter titles are song titles, some of them translated from Italian songs. We start from the first season and make out way through the series. I will occasionally break canon✨ .

Summary: Emily Reed, born and raised in Portland, is preparing her admission papers for Stanford, medical school. Little does she know, her life is about to change forever.

"After reading this whole letter, call John Winchester. [...] He’s your real father."

A/N: nobody asked for it, but here’s some Dean wingman action

MASTERLIST

When there was me and you

Why did I let myself believe miracles could happen?

Not managing to drive all the way to Sioux Falls, they crashed in a motel.

“I think there’s too many of us to take only one room this time.” Commented Dean, pointing at Ramiel.

“Non c’è problema, I don’t need sleep.” The angel shrugged.

“Yeah, but the people at the counter don’t know that, do they? Let’s just take two rooms and avoid all the questions.” Dean started walking towards the reception. “Me and Sam will take one and you two…” He smirked and glared at Emily. “-you can cuddle in another one.”

“Do you really want me to break your nose right now?” Commented Emily, shoving him on the side and taking the credit card from his hands. Scowling at him, she entered the reception and, nevertheless, asked for two rooms,even if the plan was to hung out in the same room for a while.

Emily sat on one of the beds as Dean cleaned his gun, as he often did when he was nervous, and Sam left to get food. Ramiel leaned on the wall next to the door, pensive.

“Are you going to hold a grudge on me forever?” Dean asked, briefly stopping cleaning and raising his eyes to look at Emily.

“That’s pretty much the idea, yeah.”

“Alright.” He went back to his cleaning. “I’ll let you go back to your sweet sixteen in peace.”

“Fuck you.” She answered.

“Wouldn’t it be easier if you just told me why you’re so upset?” Emily didn’t answer and looked at the door. “Emily? Come on.”

“Okay, I’m- Dean, are you really going to let Sam off the hook like that? Is it really just fine for you?”

Dean hesitated. “Of course not.”

“Then why did you say so?”

Dean exhaled and put the gun on the table. He turned towards Emily. “Because sometimes- some things are just not worth a fight.”

Emily remained silent for a second, thinking. “So, me opening the gates of hell is worth a fight, a big one, even- but Sam starting the apocalypse is not? Talk about double standards.” She rolled her eyes.

Dean exhaled again. “Well, I guess the past two years have taught me a thing or two.”

After a minute of silence, Emily spoke again. “Look at you, you’ve grown up to be so wise.” She chuckled.

Dean smiled. It came to Emily she had not seen him do it in weeks. “Look, it’s not like I’m not mad at him, just…” Dean sighed. “…this is not the time to fight, we need to fix this.” He said. Emily nodded and started rummaging in her pockets for her cigarettes. “By the way, what has gotten into you lately?”

Emily glared at him. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, like- Alastair, Ruby… Usually I would have expected you to come down panicking but you've been surprisingly badass.”

“Well, I guess the past two years have taught me a thing or two.” She mocked.

They remained in silence for a minute before Dean spoke again. “About Sam, try to be a little bit more chill, okay? I know you're mad and I'm not saying act like nothing happened, but- drop the yelling, it's not helping anybody.”

Sam opened the door and entered the room.

“Hey.” He said, tossing his siblings one hex bag each. “These will keep us hidden from angels and demons.”

“Really?” Asked Emily, examining the bag.

“Yeah, umh- Ruby taught me.” Something flipped in Emily's mind and she shot her eyes up to Sam. Dean cleared his throat, grabbing her attention. She forced herself to stay calm.

“That's… Cool.” She sighed. “About that…“ She collected all her strengths. ”...sorry I killed your girlfriend.”

Sam lightly scoffed. “Not my girlfriend but- it's okay, I would have done the same.”

“Speaking of.” Said Dean. “How you doing? Are you jonesing for another hit of bitch blood or what?”

“I-it's weird. Uh-” Sam quickly glared at Emily. ”...tell you the truth, I'm fine. No shakes, no fever. It's like whoever...put me on that plane cleaned me right up.”

“That's the first good news I've heard all week.” Sighed Emily, standing back up. An awkward silence filled the room. Dean cleared his throat again, this time without any second meaning, and stood up to put away his gun.

“Guys-” As she heard Sam’s voice, Emily moved her glare away from Ramiel and looked at Sam. Dean, instead, sighed and turned the other way.

“Sam,“ he said. “It's okay. You don't have to say anything.”

Emily stood up and went to pack her bag, trying to ignore the conversation happening behind her.

“Well, that's good. Because what can I even say?” Continued Sam. “I'm sorry? I screwed up? Doesn't really do it justice, you know? Look, there's nothing I can do or say that will ever make this right-”

“Then stop fucking talking about it!” Emily threw a shirt on top of her bag. Dean side eyed her from the other side of the room. “God.” She exhaled, shaking her head and going back to her packing.

A minute of silence followed her words.

“Alright listen to me-” Resumed Dean. “Both of you. We don't have to put this under a microscope. We made a mess. We clean it up. That's it.” When Emily didn't answer, Dean lightly hit the back of her shoulder. “Drop the attitude, okay? We got work to do.”

Emily sighed. “Alright.” She said. “By the way, it’s late, I’ll head to my room.” She took her bag and walked out of the door, silently followed by Ramiel.

“Use protections!” Said Dean as soon as they had walked out of the room. Emily walked back a couple of steps to show him the finger.

“Sorry about my brother.” Said Emily on their way to the room. “He’s an idiot.”

Ramiel shrugged. “I find him funny.”

“Well, if you like him so much we can swap rooms and you can sleep in his bed.” She chuckled, opening the door. Ramiel didn’t answer as they entered the room and Emily closed it behind them. “Well, home sweet home.” She joked. “Make yourself comfortable, choose the side you want.” She pointed at the bed and then she disappeared in the bathroom to take a shower. As she turned on the faucet, she could not help but think about the angel that was currently just outside that thin door.

She knew that, physically, it wasn’t Ramiel that attracted her, it was the vessel. But it wasn’t just that. Somehow the way he talked, constantly mixing Italian and English, the fact that he was also so calm, completely the opposite of her... It made her mind go to very weird and unholy places. He emanated calm and peace and she couldn’t help but be attracted to him. She finished washing and went out of the room to dry her hair. Ramiel was sitting on the bed, watching tv with a confused expression.

“What are you watching?” Asked Emily, looking over at the television.

“Something about an older brother.” He answered. On the screen, Emily saw a group of people all hanging out in the same room, arguing.

“You mean The Big Brother?” She smiled. “That’s not good tv, man-” She walked over to the bed and grabbed the remote. “Here, I’ll find something interesting for you.” She sat next to him on the bed and started zapping through the channels. She felt Ramiel’s hand touching her hair as she found Doctor Sexy on a channel and stood back up.. “This is way better.” She smiled and finished drying her hair as Ramiel stared at the screen. Then, she threw herself on the bed next to the angel, her legs crossed.

“Listen, why don’t we watch a movie? We can have a sleepover.” She joked. Ramiel looked at her, confused.

“I told you, I don’t need to sleep.”

Emily smiled. “That’s the point of a sleepover, Miele.” She said.

“I see.” Ramiel smiled. “What do you want to watch?” Emily raised her eyebrows. Ramiel had probably seen little to no movies, so it was her chance to make him watch a good one.

The best one.

“We gotta watch High School Musical!” She said, rushing out of the bed to take her laptop. Ramiel patiently waited as she searched for the file in the deeper folders of her laptop, and then placed the computer at the end of the bed. “Are you ready?” She asked, suggestively. “This movie goes hard.”

About halfway through the movie, Emily started falling asleep. Her head slowly falling in front of her, she was suddenly awakened by Ramiel’s comments.

“This school really is obsessed with the status quo.” He said.

Emily’s head shot up as she tried to stay awake. “Mh-mh” She muttered, her head now falling to her right and onto Ramiel’s shoulder. When he didn’t complain, Emily just remained there, exhausted.

She slept peacefully, something that didn’t happen as often as she would have liked to. When she woke up, she did it with her face deep in the pillow. She opened one eye and saw Ramiel in a brand new suit, adjusting his cufflinks on the other side of the room.

“Ah, I see you got back in character.” Commented Emily, yawning.

“Good morning Emily.” He said, calm. “I'm sorry to be so abrupt, but I have to go.” He started standing up.

Emily sat on the bed. “What?” She asked.

“The angels are closing in on me. If they find me again- I will die.”

Emily quickly got out of her bed and walked towards him.

“Ramiel, what did you do?” She asked, confused. “Why are they looking for you?”

“I rebelled. Way more than Castiel thinks.” He answered. Emily looked at him.

“What do you mean?”

“You. You are the reason the angels are looking for me. I got you out of hell while we were fighting against it to get your brother.”

“Why?” Ramiel looked at an indefinite point behind Emily, hesitating.

“This might be the last time you see me.” He said.

“What are you talking about?” She asked again.

“I’m sorry, amore, I can’t.” Ramiel exhaled and tried to walk away.

“No, don’t- Come on, man, just explain to me what's going on.” She stopped him. “We can help, you know we can.”

“I believe this is above you and your brothers.” He cupped her cheeks. She took his wrists and moved his hands away.

“Don’t change the subject, Ramiel, you told me I was destined and that god had work for me!” In the blink of an eye, Ramiel’s wrist disappeared from her hands in front of her and there was nothing left.

Emily stood still for a good minute, processing. Then, she took her bag and ran knocking on her brothers' door. Sam opened the door, barely awake.

"Emily, what are you doing- it's seven in the morning, we went to sleep two hours ago.” He exhaled, dragging his hands across his face. Emily completely ignored his words and entered the room, shoving him on the side. She walked up to Dean's bed and started shaking him to wake him up.

"Dean, wake up!”

"Emily, what's going on?” Asked Sam, trying to stop Emily. Dean abruptly woke up.

"You need to call Castiel.” Said Emily getting rid of Sam's hold.

"What? What time is it?” Answered Dean, still tired.

"I said call Castiel!”

"Emily, what the hell is going on?” Asked Sam, as Dean slowly got out of his bed, upset.

"Ramiel left.”

Dean started walking towards the bathroom. "Probably should learn how to have sex right.” He mumbled.

"Wh- shut up! This is serious!”

“What? He’s an angel, they come and go as they like. Why is this any different than the other times?” Dean came out of the bathroom drying his face. “He said the angels are looking for him and- Dean, I need to speak with Castiel.”

“No, you need to calm down- Talk with me, what happened?”

Emily sat on the bed and drew a big breath. “You know how he said he brought me back because it was my destiny, all that stuff?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Apparently, it’s all a big lie.”

“What? Why?”

“I don’t know, Dean he- I don’t know, okay?”

Sam intervened. “And how’s Castiel going to help?”

“Apparently Ramiel is wanted by all heaven, and I am sure Castiel knows why.”

“Well, he’s not answering. Been missing.” Said Dean. Emily let her body fall back onto the mattress. “I’m sorry kid.” He fell onto Sam’s bed. “At least you got some good angel sex out of him before he left.”

Emily exchanged a quick amused look with Sam. “What makes you think I had sex with him?”

“You didn’t?” Dean prompted himself up with his elbows, disappointed. “Come on, I even set you up by putting you in the same room.”

“Dean, what is your problem with Ramiel and I?”

“Emily, come on.” He smiled. “He’s been calling you love since the day he met you. He clearly has a thing for you, and-” Dean interrupted, mocking Emily as she instinctively smiled while thinking of the angel. ”...well, there’s that face that you’re making.”

Emily immediately returned serious. “I’m not making any face!” She protested and looked at Sam, who was also chuckling.

“Look, I get it-” Said Dean. “You got a crush on the handsome Italian angel who saved your life, really- perfectly understandable. But…” He hesitated.

“But what, Dean?” When Emily answered that, he turned around, a big smile on his face.

“So you’re not denying.” He mocked. “You do like Ramiel!” Emily rolled her eyes. “Fuck you.”

“Yeah, I love you too.” He said, showing her the finger.

#supernatural #dean winchester #spn #sam winchester #supernatural fanfiction #sister winchester fic #sister winchester #be the young #be the young update

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rosegoldquintis · 9 months

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Cross my heart - teaser

Ayo, hello, I'm still alive and kicking. it’s that time of the year and i’m currently re-watching supernatural, and while doing that i’m also cross stitching, hence this idea was born, I have not written in so long so please excuse any grammar mistakes and spelling errors.

I’m also very tempted to make this into a series, idk though...

If this is appreciated I'll post the full thing hopefully at the end of the week!!

Reblogs and comments are much appreciated<33

she/her pronouns

Parings: Winchesters x Sister!Reader

Ever since Y/N could remember she had loved bright colors and patterns. Anythings with colors could make the girl happy.

After having spent countless hours, days, years, traveling and being cooped up in different motel rooms she finally figured out that she needed something to do. Something, anything, before she was allowed to join her brothers and father on different hunts she had to stay behind, which in her mind didn’t make any sense, she was older than Sammy by two years. But that didn’t seem to matter to her father so she didn’t press the issue.

The Winchesters were working a case in Stowe, Vermont, the last thing she heard was wendigo, but that could have changed, Y/N left the motel almost as soon as they arrived, not feeling up for being her family’s secretary.

She stopped in front of a small store window, from what she could tell they sold yarn, fabrics and anything else you could need. She shoved her hands into the pockets on her jacket, she had saved up any money she could find, bills and coins. She wanted something that was hers.

A shiver went down her spine and she looked over her shoulder, when seeing no one she stepped into the store, she was met with a welcoming feeling and the sound of the small bell that was sitting right over the door.

The store was quite small, it had a few racks of fabrics and a whole wall covered with yarn in all kinds of colors. She took a few steps in and went to look at the different yarns and embroidery hoops.

“Do you need any help my dear?” A voice said behind her making her jump and turn around, almost reaching for the gun that was tucked into the back of her pants.

“Oh, um, no I was just looking.” She smiled back at the lady who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. “We, my family and I, we travel a lot, I was just thinking of picking up a new hobby, that’s all.” Y/N turned back to the yarn, feeling some sense of calm when looking at all the different colors.

“Well, if you travel a lot embroidery is always a good choice, but if you’re new to the art of making thing cross stitching is a bit easier.” The lady smiled, she reached for a book that was on display right by the yarn. “This book has a lot of different patterns and how to start.”

Y/N looked at the book in the lady's hands, it looked expensive.

“Um.. I'm sure it's a good book but I don't have a lot of money right now and I think I would like to spend it on something I can do more with.” She said in a small voice and looked down at her very used boots.

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Anyways, please let me know if you wanna read more, lots of hugs to you<33

#supernatural #supernatural series #SISTER WINCHESTER #winchester sister #sister!winchester

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growningupgeek · 4 months

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/52667278/chapters/133221328

First chapter of my new fic is live!

#supernatural #gabriel spn #sam winchester #gabriel #dean winchester #sister winchester

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hrast-ika · 6 months

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gaslighting all of you (and myself) into thinking this was the real spn finale, where the fam and wayward sisters go to the beach and have a good ol time (i am never gonna finish these so i might as well post them on this special day)

#spn #supernatural #the real spn finale #nov 5th #my art #my stuff #destiel #fanart #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #jack kline #wayward sisters #eileen leahy #deancas #digital art

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book-place-incorrect-quotes · 9 months

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Y/N: Can I have more some candy, De?

Dean: What did Sam say?

Y/N: He said no

Dean: Then why would I say yes?

Y/N: Cause he’s not the boss of you

Dean: *internally* It’s a trap, it’s a trap, it’s a-

#supernatural incorrect quotes #spn incorrect quotes #supernatural #spn #spn x reader #supernatural x reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader platonic #dean winchester x sister reader #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x sister reader #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader platonic

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mlovesstories · 2 years

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In My Kitchen

Words: None

Summary: Dean comes to visit his twin siblings, YN and Sam, but he isn’t received well.

AN- Set when Sam goes to Stanford. He has a twin sister.

Warnings: Angst

“There are some things in this world that simply should not exist. One of them is sitting in my kitchen right now.”

Prompt from this website:

https://www.squibler.io/blog/tumblr-writing-prompts/

“Hi.”

YN jumped as she entered through the back door.

“Bub?” YN gasped at her big brother leaning against the kitchen counter. YN saw his silhouette in the darkness. She dropped her bags from the day and ran into his arms. “What are you doing here?” His little sister tucked her arms into his chest and smelled the body wash wafting from him.

“I came to say hi. Driving through.” He kissed her cheek.

“I hadn’t heard from you, I-” She sucked in a deep breath. “How are you in my kitchen right now?”

“I’m fine, shortcake.” He pulled her back into a hug. “I got busy and kept meaning to call you. I’m sorry. Hunting has been keeping me busy and-”

“And I thought you might be dead!” YN shrieked all of a sudden. Dean’s sister pounded his chest with her fists at an awkward angle. “How dare you? You can’t just do that to people!”

“I’m sorry, shortcake. I’m so sorry,” he let her hit him. He felt he deserved it anyway. Dean stood there and absorbed her tears and punches. After she slowed, he took her wrists in his hands and used a small amount of his strength to still her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t handle it well, all the hunting and hurt, and I needed time. Every time I think about you, I see all the people I couldn’t save. You are innocent, and so are they. I dropped the ball, and I’m sorry.”

“Sammy and I have been so worried.”

“He lives here too?”

“We’re twins, Dean. It’s very hard for us to be separated. And the way it worked out, it was cheaper for us to live together.” YN shrugged. “He’ll be home soon from class.”

“I better go, then. Don’t want to upset-“

“Dean?” Sam walked through the front door. “YN?”

He turned toward his sister, confused at the situation. Trusting her more than their big brother, he narrowed his eyes at her.

“Dean was driving through,” she said with seriousness, telling her twin to keep his cool.

“You have been GONE.” Sam growled. “You disowned us and told us to leave! YN cried for days because of you!” He stomped to his shorter sibling. “Leave.”

“Sam,” YN warned.

“No, it’s fine. I understand.” Dean stepped back. “Sorry to have interrupted. See ya on the flip side.”

“Dean, no.” YN walked to him.

“No, it’s my fault. Take care.”

Forevers:

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babyinatrenchcoat · 8 months

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Just a Greaser (Pt.1 REWRITE) - Castiel x Reader AU

Summary: Alternate universe where Cas is a Square and Y/N is a Greaser

Pairing: Teen!Cas x Teen!Reader (Sister!Winchester)

Warnings: Bad grammar (it’s intentional), smoking

Word count: 2299

A/N: I started writing this in high school and never finished it, but I got the idea for it after watching Cry-Baby and realizing that I've never seen a Greaser x Square story where the girl is the Greaser. I only wrote two parts, but I decided to edit them a little bit before making any new parts. I hope you enjoy!

You stand in the alley between the old antique shop and the apartment building with your crew. You don't know exactly how this became your hangout spot considering that Jo's the only one that lives in the apartments. The rest of you live in the little houses a ways down the street. 'The rest of you' being Sam, Dean, Benny, and yourself. Sam and Dean's dad was gracious enough to take you in when your parents died a few years back. Granted, he's never there, so really you figure your presence doesn't affect him much. Benny lives next door to you with his mom.

You and the boys have been buddies since grade school. You'll never forget them saying that they've "never met a girl this cool." You're inseparable. But Greasers always stick together. You have to have each other's backs. If you don't, no one will.

"Hey, Dean, you got a smoke?" You ask.

"Yeah," he answers. He takes his arm off Jo's shoulders to reach into his jacket pocket. He gets out the pack and tosses it to you. Then he returns his arm to its place around Jo.

Jo and Dean have been together for about a year now. They're perfect for each other, really. She's got just as much of a mouth as he does. And he's capable of being nice around her mom, Ellen. You know that Dean is a good guy anyway, but it's really hard to get on Ellen's good side. But Jo has been part of the crew since you and Sam were 13. You're the "babies" of the group, only being sophomores this year. Jo is a senior, and Benny and Dean got out of high school last year.

"Dad'll skin you alive if you come home smellin' like smoke, kid," Sam says.

You roll your eyes as you take a drag. "No he won't. He's never there, he won't ever know."

"Maybe, but you're supposed to be the good one," he counters. "The one who stays outta trouble."

You chuckle. "Yeah, 'cause I've done such a good job of that." Dean, Benny, and Jo laugh, and you take another drag. "Dean smokes. And does John say a word? No, because he's never home. And when he is, he's not payin' enough attention to any of us to notice if we smell like smoke or not. So lighten up, big brother." The boys have always been like brothers to you. And since you've started living with them, they've only become more so.

Sam shrugs. "Your funeral."

"Hey, hey, check out the Square," Dean says.

The group looks up to see a boy with black hair speed-walking on the opposite side of the street. His hands are shoved into the pockets of his khakis, and he keeps his head down. You can almost physically feel his fear from where you stand.

"The hell is he doing out here?" Jo says. "Doesn't he know this is Greaser territory?"

The five of you instinctively take a step closer to the street, preparing for trouble. The boy looks up in your direction, but keeps walking. Now that you see his face, you recognize him as a boy in your class. He's not like most of the other Squares in the school. He's quiet and keeps to himself. You struggle to remember his name. Cassidy? Casper? Cassius? Something like that.

"Why don't we go find out?" Benny says, stepping forward. There's a wicked grin on his face.

"No, don't," you say, looking at the boy. "He's cool." Then you step onto the street and make your way towards him, taking one last drag of your smoke before flicking it onto the pavement. This time of night, not many cars are driving around, so there's no need to worry about crossing the street.

"Y/N!" Dean whisper yells.

You swat your hand at him, still walking. Finally, you catch up to the boy. "What do you think you're doing here, Square?"

Your voice startles him. He nearly jumps out of his skin. "Please, I don't want any trouble." He continues walking.

You match his pace again, walking backwards so that you're facing him. "I don't want trouble either. I just want an answer." He glances at you but doesn't dare hold eye contact for long. "You're on our turf."

"I-I know. I'm just trying to get home. Please just leave me alone." The nerves are practically radiating off the kid. You've never met a Square so scared of a Greaser before.

"You don't live around here," you point out.

"My house is on the other side of this connecting street," he says, loosely pointing ahead of him. There's a road the runs perpendicular to the one you're currently walking down. On the other side of it is a large field, followed by what your crew knows as "the rich neighborhood." "This way is shorter."

"What, no fancy Mustang to take you home?"

The boy stops. "How'd you know my brother drives a Mustang?"

You shrug. "I recognize you. We go to school together. You're in the chess club."

Being face-to-face with him now, you can see his features more clearly. He's not a bad-looking kid. He's got the bluest eyes you've ever seen. Honestly, you've never been this close to him before. He sits on the other end of the classroom in every class you have together.

He soaks in your features too. He'd always noticed you from a distance, maybe even watched you, but never imagined he'd ever be this close to you. You're even more beautiful up close. But he’d never tell you that.

His current expression is absolutely perplexed, as he's surprised you know anything about him. He hesitates, scanning your eyes for some kind of motive. Some reason for you having any knowledge of his existence at all, let alone what clubs he's in. When he doesn't find anything, he finally speaks. "Yeah. That's right. Anyway, it's chess club that got me into this." He continues his trek down the sidewalk, less urgently this time. You follow beside him as he carries on. "We had a meeting today, and my brother forgot me. Or maybe he left me on purpose. I don't know anymore. It happens a lot." He rubs the back of his neck in shame.

You can't hold back the disgust that crosses your face. "Wow. Your brother sounds like a real germ." All you can think is that Dean would never do something like that to you or Sam. Hell or high water, he would never abandon you.

He shrugs. "He's the favorite, so there's nothing I can say. Anyway, I stayed to play a game or two with my friend Charlie, thinking maybe he'd show up. We lost track of time. He didn't show, so here I am."

"Who is he?" You ask. "Your brother." Part of you wants to know who to watch out for. Anybody that could treat their own blood like that has gotta be bad news.

"You've probably heard of him. Everyone has. Lucifer," he answers. The name rings a bit of a bell, but you've never come across him personally. All you know for sure is that he's gotten tied to more than a few school pranks. "But there's also Gabriel, then our oldest brother Michael," he says.

"You've got three brothers?" You say. He nods. "Man. I can barely stand two. I can't imagine throwing another in the mix."

"Well they are Greasers," he chuckles.

You purse your lips and look down, disappointed. It seems he's not as different as you thought. "Right," you say. Then you turn around, without a word, and take a step back to your friends, keeping your eyes on your feet.

"Wait, wait! I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, I just..." You turn around to face him again. "I'm just used to having to talk like that around my family, I guess. I'm sure your brothers are great. Wh-who are they? Maybe I know them."

If there's one thing you've learned about high school, it's that you can't trust anybody. He may be a quiet little chess kid, but who are you to say for sure that it's not some kind of act? This guy is obviously rich. If you tell him anything, there's nothing stopping him from running off to Daddy and telling him all about how Sam and Dean's little adopted sister terrorized him on his way home from chess club. That, or he'll say it was them directly. You can only guess what sort of hell would follow that. Hell no. You're not selling your brothers out like that.

"Nah, you wouldn't know 'em," you say as casually as you can muster. You look over your shoulder towards your hangout spot. Dean sees you and puts his arms out by his sides to silently ask "what are you doing?" You shrug one shoulder, then turn back around. "Anyway, I should go." You turn on your heel and head back toward your crew.

"Hey, wait!" The kid says. You only turn back slightly this time, keeping your body sideways and only turning your head to him. "I've never met a Greaser who wasn't looking for trouble," he starts. "What's your name?"

You smile a bit. "Y/N."

"I'm Castiel. It's nice to meet you."

You nod and your smile grows. "Nice to meet you too, kid."

When you get back across the street, you can tell that Dean is fighting off the urge to smack you upside the head before he even speaks. "What the hell were you thinking?! That Square could've pummeled you just for approaching him!"

You raise an eyebrow. "That Square," you say, pointing over your shoulder to Castiel, "wouldn't have touched me. And anyway, I could've taken him."

"Y/N, if you ever pull a stunt like that again, I'll kill you," he replies, his jaw clenched in a scowl.

His little intimidation act has never worked on you. You know he'd never hurt you even if he wanted to. You just roll your eyes and start to walk down the street. They all follow.

"Why? You wanted to know why he was here, so I found out. Big whoop," you sass. "Besides. You're the one that didn't follow me."

Dean sighs. "Because I know you can handle yourself. That doesn't change the fact that shouldn't go running up to every Square you see."

You halt in front of him and whip yourself around. "He was one kid, D! And he's a little chess club kid, anyway. Never fought a day in his life. So cool it." You spin back around and keep walking.

"So why was he out here?" Benny asks after a moment of silence.

"His brother left him at school after a chess club meeting," you explain.

"Chess club at 7 o'clock?" Sam asks.

"Like I said, he got ditched. He said he was hanging with a friend waiting for his ride that never showed."

"How come he didn't get a ride from his little friend then?" Benny asks.

Your patience grows thinner by the second. "I don't know, Benny," you say, intentionally making your tone sound as annoyed as possible.

Jo chimes in now. "Wait, what's his brother's name?"

Unfortunately for them, that's the final straw. You stop dead in your tracks and swing around so that you're facing all of them. "Jesus, are you guys writing a book?!"

Everyone abruptly stops, colliding into one another a bit to keep a space between you and the group. Being the only two to have witnessed your anger at its peak, Sam and Benny exchange a silent glance and each take a small step away from you. If anyone was going to be on the receiving end of what was to come if you got anymore pissed, it was not going to be them.

Jo, on the other had, isn't scared of you. Nor should she be. She's the only one in your crew you'd never want to tussle with. And she knows it. "Seriously, who's his brother?" She asks. "I think I might know who that kid is."

You sigh, encouraging your patience to come back. "His brother's name is Lucifer. I didn't get his last name."

"I knew it," Jo says. "That kid is a menace, Y/N. Really lives up to his name. And Dean, their older brother is the guy you beat up last year. Michael." You detect something in Jo when she says the name. Something similar to fear, but she's fighting to keep it from showing through.

"Wait, that's the same Michael?" You ask, deciding to table your curiosity about Jo.

A new expression you've never seen on Dean envelopes his face. Hatred. He's had his issues with people in the past, but you've never known him to all out hate somebody. His voice is low and stern. "Y/N, don't you ever talk to that kid again, you get me?"

Despite his demeanor, you challenge him. "Why the hell not?"

"Because for one, he's a Square!" His voice booms now. "Squares don't hang with Greasers no how, they got precious reputations to keep! And two, his brother was an ass, and if his brother's an ass, that makes him an ass, and my baby sis won't hang around livestock! Not while I'm around." Then he storms off, brushing your shoulder as he passes.

Who the hell does he think he is? As much as you respect your oldest brother, you hate being bossed around twice that. Who is he to tell you what you can and can't do? You'll talk to whoever you damn well please. And you'd like to see him try and stop you.

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inlovewhithafairytale · 2 months

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anawinchester02 · 8 months

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Brush Yourself Off; An Ana Winchester Story

First chapter of a Sister-Winchester story. Anastasia Winchester, youngest of three, and her life with her dad and brothers.

“Brush yourself off.”

That’s what dad always said. It started at the ripe age of four. Or at least, that’s when I became old enough to understand it. See, being a Winchester didn’t come with the hugs and kisses that normally came from a good dad. Not that my dad wasn’t a good one, he did the best that he could, all things considered. Truthfully, my brothers did most of the work raising me, with some help from uncle Bobby when dad was out of town.

I still remember the first encounter with something sinister. Something otherworldly. Something dad had been fighting for years. I remember the first wendigo I ever laid my eyes on. I was four. Dad told me to stay in the car like always. I tried to listen, I really did. Until I heard my brother, Dean, calling out for help. Dean was my best friend, not just my oldest brother. So naturally, as any logical four year old would, I threw open the car door and raced toward the call as quickly as my little legs could carry me. I was too late to save Dean from a gnarly gash on his leg, but not too late for the wendigo to spot me, and slash it’s nasty claws against my side, slamming me onto the ground and onto my back, screaming for help just like Dean.

Unsurprisingly, when dad finally made it to us and took care of the beast, he was not happy. I was fine, aside from the scrapes and bruises and a few wounds that probably should’ve been taken care of, but my ego was being quickly beaten down as dad yelled at Dean and I the whole ride back to the motel. “NEVER disobey me like that again.”, “that was a direct order.”, “you could have been killed!”, “how could you be so stupid?”, he screamed.

When he finally got bored of yelling, or just had nothing left to say, I turned to Sammy in the back seat, my hand still pressed firmly against my aching side, and quietly told him, “It hurts, Sammy…” Sam shushed me and wrapped an arm around me just before dad barked out, “Brush yourself off. You have to toughen up if you want to keep coming on the road with us. If I say you’re fine, you’re fine. Understand?”. “Yes sir.” I muttered sheepishly, tucking my head into Sammy’s arm.

It was one of the many times that I would be harshly told, “brush yourself off.”. I took it to heart. I became the perfect little soldier, just like Dean. I grew up sturdy, tough, and independant. I was Dean's little mini-me, dad's perfect little girl. Even when Sam went off to college, Dean and I stayed. I dropped out of school promptly after Sam left, and the three of us were the dream team.

I never asked for help, I never showed my pain. I lived by my dad's words, "brush yourself off.". He would say it after every hunt. Until he wasn't there.

Dean and I didn't start to worry until two weeks went by, and we still hadn't heard from him. Dean was quietly worried, I was more aggressive with my worry. I was more angry. How could the man who constantly told me to brush it off, not brush it off himself? He was my hero. How dare he disappear like that.

Dean and I were staying in different rooms the night I broke.

We rarely did, but I finally convinced Dean that as a teenage girl, I needed my own space sometimes, and as a Winchester, I would be fine on my own. In Dean's defense, he wasn't worried about me because he thought I couldn't handle myself, he was worried because he noticed how not okay I'd been since dad had left. He knew I was tough, but he raised me, he was the only one who was truly there for me through every scraped knee and werewolf scratch. Nothing got passed him when it came to me. I was his little girl. He noticed the way I responded to Sam leaving, he saw how it made me sloppier on hunts. Almost like I just stopped caring about what happened to me. He watched me shut down, but he knew I was too prideful to ever say anything.

That night was the night I just couldn't do it anymore. It had just been festering inside my head. Every victim I couldn't save, every friend I had lost. Every fight I had with dad where he said I would never amount to be as good as my brothers. Every little thing, every insult, every bruise, every monster, everytime I brushed myself off. I was sitting on my motel bed, just covered in dirt and blood from the hunt that evening, and I just couldn't bring myself to get up. This never happens to me. I'm always the strong one. That day, I felt about as helpless as I did as a little girl faced with a wendigo for the first time.

The clock on the wall just kept ticking, like it was taunting me for being so helpless. I had to do something. I felt paralyzed. I needed... help. But truthfully, I didn't even know if I was allowed to ask for help. I never had before.

With all the energy I could muster, I crept off the bed and to the door. It wasn't that late yet, and Dean hardly slept anyway, so I knew he'd still be up. If getting off the bed had been hard, lifting my hand to knock on his door was harder than fighting a goule.

He answered as quick as he always did, and his confused look on his face was the worst of everything, because I knew he would never expect this from me.

"You're a mess, kid." he said softly. I just stared at his feet, unsure of what to actually say. "Hey," he tried, "are you okay?" he asked, reaching a hand out nervously before withdrawing it, as if I would break at the touch. Holding back the same tear that had been threatening to fall for years, I managed to choke out the only thing I could think to say.

"I think I need you to brush me off..."

Just like that, everything the two of us had been taught to do went right out the window. Dean's hand finally made contact with my shoulder and he tentatively pulled me into the room and into his arms. He held the back of my head and tucked his chin onto the top of my head. I wanted to cry, but those pesky Winchester genes were still holding onto every unshed tear. So I just closed my eyes and tried to ground myself instead. "We'll get you cleaned up, kid, don't worry about a thing."

All I could do in response was let myself drop further into his arms, and he held up my weight without complaint, starting to walk me towards the motel bathroom.

"I'm so sorry..." I whispered, feeling the deepest guilt for not being as strong as my brothers yet again. "Not a thing to be sorry for, kiddo.", he answered, "we all break every once in a while." "You don't." I spat back as he lowered me onto the edge of the tub and turned the faucet on. "Oh I wish that was true, kid, but we all do, even dad." he answered again.

I just looked at him like he had two heads. "I'm not a kid, and you're lying.". He just chuckled and wet a rag to start rinsing dirt and grime off my arms. "Why are you being so nice? You should be mad at me." I asked, wincing just slightly as the rag went over some raw skin that I hadn't noticed before. "It's what I'm here for, you know that, sister. There's a reason you came to me. Obviously, you knew that you could." I didn't respond. I didn't even acknowledge that I heard him. He was right, but I didn't know how to admit it. He was always the one there, silently patching me and Sam up. He had been brushing me off for years, but neither of us were allowed to acknowledge it. He was nursing my fevers and helping me walk since before I could remember. It stayed quiet for some time. Dean didn't ask anything of me, he washed my hair, he got all the blood off of me, and even tried drying my hair with the shitty motel hairdryer. When I was all cleaned up, he grabbed one of his less worn shirts and helped me slip it on. Once I was finally sat on the bed, he sat next to me and sighed.

"Alright, kid." he started, before I cut him off. "I'm not a kid." I demanded. He chuckled again in a way that made me feel so small. "baby, you will always be a kid to me." he said, I huffed, and he continued quickly, "not because I don't respect and admire the incredible adult you're becoming, but because you will always be my kid sister for as long as I'm alive. Just like Sam will always be my kid brother, wherever he is. I raised you two."

At the mention of Sam I visibly stiffened, Dean blinked down at me.

"Oh, hey," he softened his voice, "Is that what's got you so upset?" he pried. "I really don't want to talk about Sam right now." He nodded. "I know.", and he didn't press it. "But I have a feeling you didn't come to me for help just because you were caked in blood. I've seen you looking a lot worse and a lot happier." I wasn't sure how to answer him. He was right again, I was usually so much stronger than this. "I don't know what's wrong with me." I finally chirped out. "There's a lot wrong with us, kid. That's what makes us Winchesters." I just barely cracked a smile. "I know, that's the problem, De. I'm not good enough to hold that name." He cocked his head and put an arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his side. "I know you won't believe me, but you are more of a Winchester than any of us combined. You are strong, and you have put up with so much for so long." I just lowered my head and stayed quiet. "Hey," he shook my shoulder, "what's going on inside that head of yours?" "I don't know.". I didn't know. He just nodded. "That's okay, we'll figure it out.", and it fell into silence again.

"How do you do it, De?" I finally piped up. "Do what?" "Brush yourself off." He tightened his grip on my shoulder. "Same way you always do," "Don't lie to me again, Dean. How do you KEEP doing it." He sighed. "I had no other choice, kid." he answered bluntly. I didn't answer, hoping he would continue. "Someone had to be there for you and Sammy." he continued. "And what about you?" I asked, guilt settling in the pit of my stomach. He smiled down at me. "You were there for me too, pipsqueak. If I didn't have you, I would have broken a long ass time ago. That's why I gotta keep your annoying ass around." I cracked a smile. "There she is," he quipped at the sight of my smile. "Is that why you can't sleep when we don't share a room?" I asked him. "Hey! Share a back seat with someone long enough and unfortunately you get used to their presence!" he smiled back at me, defensively. "You never shared the back seat with me!" I argued, "It was always Sam and I in the back!" "You clearly have some memory loss, kid. Must've gotten knocked in the head one too many times." he joked. "Bullshit!" I scolded and smacked his shoulder. "You always sit up front with dad!" "And you're always wrong!" he fought back, "when you were little you used to refuse to sleep next to anyone else! You would cry until I would crawl into the backseat with you. Even dad couldn't get you to bed without me." I didn't want to believe him, but I had to admit that it made sense. I always had trouble when dad and Dean went out on hunts together and I stayed with Bobby. Even now that I fought for my own room, I never really slept when I couldn't hear Dean on the other side of the wall cleaning his guns. "Well that wasn't my decision, I was a baby, it doesn't count." "You're still a baby." he shot back. "Am not!" he nudged my shoulder and I nudged him back. "How you feeling?" he asked suddenly. I shrugged. "I don't know.", I said again. "Are you gonna be okay?" he asked. I was quiet. "I don't know." I said once more. "Do you need anything from me?" I was about to say no, but he interrupted. "Don't give me the Winchester answer. Give me the baby sister answer, please. I don't need you hiding from me the way Sam always did." "I said I didn't want to talk about Sam." I said harshly. "I know.. sorry. Is there anything you need from me?" He repeated. I had to take a second to think. I never really knew what I needed. The hunter side of my brain knew that I wasn't allowed to think of my owns needs, only the needs of the civilians. "I'm tired.". It was all I could think to say. "and I'm worried about dad." I added. "Don't worry about dad, he's always okay." "I know." I said. "I-..." I paused to take in a deep breath, not sure if I was allowed to say this. This whole feelings thing was new to me. "I miss dad." I blurted out.

This was such uncharted territory for me and I half expected to get smacked in the back of the head by dad just for saying it. That's when it all suddenly dawned on me. I've been with dad for so long, that he had taken away the one thing from me that made me human. I was afraid to feel. The tears welled up in my eyes before I could register what was happening. I wiped desperately at my eyes, hoping I could somehow hide it from Dean.

"Hey hey hey!" he cooed, as if I was truly a baby again. "You're okay!" he stressed as all Hell broke loose in my emotions. "I know, I know, you're okay, I've got you." he pulled me in closer and tried to help me wipe away my tears.

I was panicking. This had never happened to me before, and if Dean was being completely honest, he was panicking too. He couldn't remember the last time I cried. Even when I was badly hurt on hunts I hardly let a tear fall.

"I-.." he started. "I miss him too." he lied. He truthfully couldn't say that he missed him, more like he was scared. Scared of what could possibly keep dad from contacting us both. He never went more than a week without reaching out somehow. All Dean knew was that he had to take care of you. He had to take care of dad's little girl. That was always his job, before anything else.

"No!" I shouted through broken sobs. I shoved Dean away and stood from the bed, backing away quickly. Dean raised his hands in a surrendering motion and stood up. "This isn't right!" I screamed. "I don't know why I feel this way! I should feel happy he's gone! I should feel RELIEF! Why do I miss him?! He's the reason I'm like this! He's the reason I'm broken! He broke me!". I was an absolute mess. Dean never saw me like this, not once, and he was scared.

"I know, I know, kid. Please. Come here." He took a slow short step toward me, "Please. We can figure this out together. You don't have to be scared. He's not here, he can't hurt you or get mad at you. It's just you and me, kid.". He spoke to me like I could break at any moment. Like I was made of glass. I felt like I was. "Dean I-..." I didn't know what I needed. "I'm..." I tried to breathe through a sob. "I'm tired." I finally choked out pathetically, defeated.

He looked at me like I was breaking his heart. He took another step toward me and opened his arms slightly. "C'mon then, kid. Let me brush you off, please."

I all but collapsed in his arms again, my sobs now falling into his chest. "I miss him..." I choked out one more time. "I know. We'll find him." "No-..." I connected, "Not dad..."

Dean took a breath and shut his eyes, tilting his chin up off my head for just a moment. "I know." he whispered. "I miss him too." I tried to catch my breath. "I don't understand how he could leave us... He knows how dad is. He left us here with him." Every word out of my mouth shocked me to my core. Never in my life had I said a single word against my father. Dean didn't know how to answer me this time. He had his own trauma with dad, and even though I was breaking, he never could. Dad was still a saint in his eyes, but he also couldn't argue with me. Not when I was so broken up. "You wouldn't have left even if he had tried to take you with him." I nodded and cried. "Then he should have stayed..." I explained. Dean brushed a piece of hair behind my ear. "I can't speak for Sam, pipsqueak. But I can promise you that I will never leave you. Under absolutely no circumstances are you ever getting rid of me." he pulled my head up at the end of his sentence and looked in my eyes. I just nodded and tried to hold more tears at bay. "Do you hear me, kid?" he asked. "I hear you, De." "Good. And you better not ever forget it." he kissed my forehead and then held my head to his chest again. I soaked in the scent of motor oil and gunpowder and tried to find my breath again.

"Hey kid?" Dean asked. "Yeah?" "Since-.." he paused. "Since when do you call me 'De' again? You haven't called me that since you were a kid."

I froze. I hadn't even registered that I had said it. "Well..." I tried to think up an excuse to not seem vulnerable. "I'll... I'll always be a kid to you, right? You just said that." He smiled over me. "Yeah. Yeah, kid, you're right." He held me a little tighter. "Hey Dean?" I asked. "Yeah, kid?" he sounded so soft. "Can I stay with you tonight?" I asked shyly. He shifted slightly. "After all that fuss about having your own room?" he teased. "Please?" I looked up at him with red rimmed eyes and for just a moment he could've sworn I was four again in the back of the impala. "Yeah, yeah of course you can, pipsqueak. Anytime you need to." He let go of me and I climbed into the bed. He sat atop the covers near me and turned on the shitty motel TV. Scooby-doo was playing, and I finally felt at home.

"Dean?" I asked much later, and my eyes began to get heavy. "Yeah?" he responded, still very much wide awake. "Are we gonna find dad?" I asked. "Yeah, baby, we are." he told me, confident. I paused. "And what if he's not okay?" I continued. "We'll do what he taught us to do." he said firmly, taking his eyes away from the TV and looking at me finally. I looked at him confused.

"We'll brushed him off too."

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