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Hiii!! Firstly, I love your writing and I hope you’re having a great day!! I was hoping to request a Winchester sibling fic where the reader is really comforted by physical touch but is really observant and receptive to the fact their brothers are emotionally constipated and touch starved so the reader has never really asked for it but then one day either just a bad day or bad hunt and the reader just asks the boys to hold them or one of them to sit in the back of the Impala with them? Thank you so so much and I hope you have a lovely day!! 🫶
So close, yet too far.
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Summary: You just really need a hug.
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: Touch Starved, character death mentioned, swearing
p.s. Sorry for the long wait! I've got exams at the moment so they're taking up a lot of my time.
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Life as a hunter was never still. You were constantly moving. Constantly looking over your shoulder. Constantly chasing what could be your last day on earth. And you wouldn’t ever have said you regretted it. No. In fact, you wouldn’t have changed it for the world. Hunting creatures and saving the world? It was all You couldn’t have imagined a better life…
But sometimes you found yourself wanting life to just slow down for a minute. It was so hectic and you just needed a breath. A hug. With such a busy life, there was no time for just spending quality time with your brothers. Or anyone for that matter. It was an endless cycle: Wake up. Research. Hunt. Drive. Sleep. There was no time for sitting on the couch and watching cheesy movies together. Nor was there any time for curling up together like you used to do when you were smaller. You found yourself yearning for it. For a hug or simply just a gentle arm around your shoulder. It used to bring you so much comfort. But times were tough with all that had happened recently. The three of you were even more on edge than ever before.
Your brothers had always told you that you could ask them for anything. That you could tell them whatever you wanted… but this wasn’t just something you could ask them for. You had seen how they often shunned away from touch. From relationships. Having seen so much pain and having lost so many people…they struggled to allow themselves to let their guard down enough to enjoy a tender moment. Even with you. So no matter how much you yearned for it you could never bring yourself to push the want from your mind and into words.
So when the hunt went worse than you could have imagined you kept quiet.
Dean’s hand was right there; peeking out from the hem of his flannel. His fingers were bloody and calloused, scarred and covered in small cuts and yet his touch was still tender. You felt your own fingers itch to reach out and lace them between his. You wanted for him or Sam to wrap you up in their arms and hold you close. To squeeze your hand. Or a shoulder. But you knew that they had much more pressing matters to deal with that overshadowed “needy little sister”.
You trailed behind them, dragging your feet ever so slightly to kick up the dirt and leave trails between the orange leaves. You did not look up at your brothers because you knew you would see Dean's set jaw and Sam’s pinched eyebrows as they too mourned the hunt.
A small boy had been caught by a shtriga. He had been no older than 5 or 6 with these big, blue eyes that got impossibly wider as the creature stalked toward him. And his scream…it pierced through the air like a beam of light: clear as day yet providing no clarity. No safety like light should bring. Instead it was cold and filled with a gripping terror.
The three of you had been too slow. No matter how hard you dragged your stubborn limbs you couldn’t get to him fast enough. So now you trudged along in silence.
The sight of Baby did not, in fact, provide you with the relief you thought it would. Instead the gleaming of the bonnet against the moonlight just made your stomach churn. You knew that you would all try to bury the memory in a box, deep in the back of your mind. But it was never that easy. They tried hard, but you would hear them late at night. Dean hardly slept as he tried to drink his troubles away and Sam barely left his room. And then there was you who lay awake staring blankly at the ceiling as you wept softly, wrapping your arms around yourself to curl up in a ball. It didn’t bring the same comfort as theirs did, like it had done when you were small and naive when you crawled into their bed after a nightmare. When things weren’t so fucking complicated.
Tears pricked in the corner of your eyes as you reached for the metal handle. You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t sit in silence to be left with your own thoughts. You couldn’t be alone. Not right now.
“Sammy…” Your voice was quiet. Hushed. Barely a whisper pushed out on cracked lips that trembled.
Sam paused, his hand halfway between where he had been picking at the hem of his jeans and the handle of the passenger door. He lifted his head, humming softly in acknowledgement.
“Sit with me… Please.”
“Of course.” His face melted and he moved in one swift movement.
He slid in the backseat, leaning against the door frame and stretching out across the seats. He pulled you in to lean against his side, wrapping his arms around you. You lay your head on his shoulder, snuggling into his side. And began to weep.
“Kiddo?” Sam asked gently. “What’s up?” His hands traced small circles on your arm.
Dean reached over the back of the seat with a concerned look, though part of it could be easily mistaken for fear. “It’s not your fault, Sweetheart-” He started.
“Just…hold me. Please.” You clung onto Sam, your other hand reaching out to settle atop of Dean’s. Their touch was comforting, yet you couldn’t help the wavering as you wept. “I don’t want to be alone right now.”
And so they did. Sam nestled you further into his side, tucking your head beneath his chin and Dean clambered out of his seat to join the two of you in the back. He settled down on your other side, sandwiching you between the two of you. And they held you. They ran their fingers through your hair, held your hand and spoke to you. They held you tight and the three of you stayed close together, with no intention of moving any time soon.
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Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader, Demon Dean & little sister!reader
Requested by @abiball027
Synopsis: Dean does some things as a demon that everyone regrets.
Warnings: demon blood addiction, demon Dean gets the reader addicted to demon blood, kidnapping, this one’s kinda dark guys, angst with a happy ending.
Your body was on autopilot as it led you through the bunker. You didn’t even realize you were headed to Dean’s room until you stopped in front of his door, unable to go further. Your hand twitched towards the knob, but you stopped yourself from reaching out to grab it.
There was nothing in there you wanted to see. You didn’t want to look at Dean’s body again; you couldn’t.
You staggered in surprise when the door flung open. Dean’s frame filled the doorway, and it was all you could do to stay upright.
“De…what…” you caught sight of Crowley in the room behind him, and you directed your next words at the king of hell. “You—did you bring him back?”
You didn’t want to wait for an answer; in fact, you were a split second away from throwing yourself at your big brother when Crowley stepped between you.
“I wouldn’t do that; he’s still adjusting.”
“Adjusting? Crowley, what did you do?” You demanded, before shaking your head. “You know what, it doesn’t matter. I’ve gotta tell Sam.” You turned to go, but Dean’s hand shot out at an inhuman speed, and he held your arm in a vice grip.
“What—Dean?” You looked up in surprise at your big brother.
“No Sam,” he demanded, but his eyes seemed unfocused. That is, until he blinked and they flashed black. You wrestled your arm from him and stepped back, your hand going to the demon knife at your belt. You pulled it out, directing it at Crowley.
“You…” your voice shook with anger, and you nearly choked on it. “You let one of your filthy demons possess my brother?”
“Not exactly.” Crowley shrugged.
“What—“
Dean interrupted you.
“It’s all me, sweetheart.”
“That’s not possible.” You shook your head. “It can’t be.”
“Oh it’s Dean alright,” Crowley said. “Because of the Mark of Cain, he can’t be killed. I merely brought his soul out of its little…hibernation. Or, chrysalis, I suppose is a better analogy. And now he’s evolved into…well, this.”
Dean and Crowley’s matching grins turned your stomach.
“W-we…” you swallowed, trying to let your mind catch up with your racing heart. “We can fix this. We know how-how to cure demons. I can get Sam and we—“
“No!” Dean’s sudden tone change made you flinch. “I don’t want to be cured, and you’re not going to get Sam.”
“I-I don’t understand.” you shivered.
“No. You wouldn’t.” Dean chuckled darkly. “You wouldn’t understand power.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t play dumb, sweetheart. You’ve always been the weak one, so you wouldn’t understand what having power feels like.” Dean’s eyes flashed black again, and you flinched. “Well I’ve got power now, and I like how it feels.”
“Stop it.” You shook your head, turning to Crowley. “Dean wouldn’t say this stuff. What did you do to him?” You yelped in surprise when Dean’s hands once again grabbed your arms.
“It’s all me, N/N. The new me. The better me.”
You tried to break free from Dean’s grip, but he wouldn’t let go. Crowley stepped forwards, putting a hand on Dean’s shoulder.
“We should get out of here while Moose is still gone.”
“You’re right.” Dean didn’t release his grip on your arm. “But I’m bringing her with.”
“What?” You and Crowley asked in horrified unison.
“Dean, you agreed to leave it all behind. You said you didn’t want—“
“I said I didn’t want Sam stopping me,” Dean interrupted Crowley. “She’s not strong enough to do anything to me.” Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as Dean continued. “But, with a little help, she could be useful.”
“Help?” Crowley frowned. “How could she do anything for us?”
“She can…” Dean’s eyes flashed black—it seemed to be his new favorite trick. “If I give her a taste of power.” Dean shoved you towards Crowley. “Hold her still.”
Crowley took hold of your arms without question, although he was clearly hesitant.
Dean took the demon knife out of your hands easily, and he sliced a small cut on the heel of his hand.
“What are you—“
Dean took advantage of your mouth being open by pressing the heel of his hand to your lips. You froze up as Dean’s other hand came up to plug your nose.
He’d completely cut off your air, and you struggled as the metallic taste of Dean’s blood invaded your mouth. He and Crowley easily held you still, and Dean kept his hand there for several seconds before moving it so that his palm was covering your mouth. No more blood was going in, but you still couldn’t breathe.
“Swallow and I’ll let you go,” Dean said. You continued to struggle, but it was useless. “C’mon little sister, just swallow.”
You struggled until you felt dizzy and your lungs were screaming. You swallowed almost without meaning to, the bitter taste of Dean’s blood invading your senses. Dean and Crowley released you simultaneously.
You backed away from both men, stumbling against the wall as you gasped for breath. You didn’t even know what to say; you were too confused, too hurt, too scared.
“What was that?” Crowley asked, sounding as confused as you felt.
“Like I told you,” Dean growled. “With a little power, this little rugrat might be useful. And since I’m the one controlling the power…” Dean waved a hand over his cut wrist, and it healed itself. “I’m the one who she has to listen to. The perfect little sidekick.”
You didn’t need to hear anything more. You turned on your heel and tried to run, but Dean grabbed onto your arms and flung you against the wall. The back of your head hit the wall, and suddenly you couldn’t see or feel anything.
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You awoke to the gentle purr of the Impala, and for a long moment you couldn’t tell what was going on. Were you on a hunt? You couldn’t remember. Then you tried to move your hands to rub your face, and they stopped, impeded by something metal. Your eyes fluttered open, and the first thing you saw was your hands cuffed to the back of Dean’s seat. Crowley was in the passenger seat, and the memories came back almost instantly.
“She’s awake,” Crowley said.
“Ahh, good morning sweetheart,” Dean grinned, a sickeningly sinister smirk that looked nothing like your big brother.
“Where are we? Where are we going?” You looked out the windows, but the road sides were no help to your poor sense of direction.
Dean just chuckled.
“Wherever we want.”
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The three of you drove all day, and once the sun lowered behind the horizon line, Dean pulled into a seedy motel. He opened his door and came around to your door. He didn’t unlock your cuffs; instead, he pulled a flask from his back pocket and unscrewed it, bringing it up to your mouth. You knew it was his blood before the liquid touched your lips, but again your struggles were futile as Dean held his hands over your mouth and nose until you swallowed.
“See, that’s not so bad,” Dean cooed even as you shuddered. “A few more of these and you’ll be so hooked, you’ll be begging me for another hit.”
Crowley watched with an unreadable expression as Dean freed your wrists from the handcuffs and led you inside the motel. Within minutes, Dean had you cuffed to the air conditioner in his room, and he and Crowley were off to party at the nearest bar. You tried to wiggle around to reach into your pocket, only to discover that Dean must’ve taken your phone and lock picking kit while you were knocked out. With nothing to focus on, you became acutely aware of the hunger pangs that were becoming more frequent: you hadn’t eaten since you’d been in the bunker. But soon, a different hunger took hold of you. It was unfamiliar, and it hurt worse than normal hunger. Fear began to nag at you, but you shook it off. You couldn’t be hooked on demon blood already, could you?
You couldn’t be sure, and that only flamed your panic. This whole situation was crazy, and you didn’t know how to adjust; Dean, a demon; you, kidnapped; and demon blood being fed to you no matter how much you tried to resist. Your mind played around with the idea that it wasn’t really Dean—that Crowley had lied and it really was some random demon inside your brother’s corpse—but you knew that Crowley, as devious as he was, had no reason to lie.
And that meant that it really was your big brother, trying to turn you into a demon blood addict just so that he could use you.
“We’re back!” Dean crowed triumphantly, snapping you out of your thoughts as he entered the motel with Crowley at his heels. A fast food bag was tossed into your lap, and Dean reached over your head and released you from the handcuffs. You chowed down on the burger without hesitation—you were too hungry to be ornery—noting in the back of your mind that Dean had remembered exactly how you liked your food; maybe he was still in there somewhere.
To your dismay, the food could only satisfy so much, and that unfamiliar pain lingered. You felt your eyes unintentionally slipping towards Dean’s flask, and unfortunately Dean noticed too. A wide grin split his face as he looked from you to his flask.
“Knew it wouldn’t take much to have you hooked,” he said, and when you started to shake your head in a panic his gaze softened—if only slightly. “Hey now,” he soothed, coming to sit by you and pulling out his flask. “It hurts, right?” At your hesitant nod, he continued. “I know it does. Now let your big brother take the pain away, ok?”
His tone was so familiar, and yet so unfamiliar at the same time. Soothing words that Dean might say to you before stitching up a wound—but that was not what was happening now. Dean’s voice was gentle, but his eyes held a dead indifference that had never been directed at you, not from Dean. Everything felt so wrong, and you were so overwhelmed and hurting that you could do nothing but cry softly as Dean lifted the flask to your lips and forced the liquid down your throat. He didn’t even bother to plug your nose, as you were too tired to fight him—you swallowed with no protest other than the tears tracking down your cheeks.
White hot shame filled you along with the demon blood. You had more fight in you than this, you knew you did. But this was different.
You’d never expected to be fighting against your brother, and that thought alone drained all of the fight in you.
“There it is.” Dean’s smirk turned your stomach, and you were already starting to regret eating that burger. “See? Feels good, doesn’t it?”
You tried to turn away from him, but he grabbed onto your shoulder.
“C’mon, I’m gonna cuff you near the couch so you can get some sleep.”
Dean cuffed your hands to the nightstand next to the couch. You could lay on the couch with your arms stretched over your head; it was uncomfortable, but better than the floor you supposed.
To your surprise, you fell asleep quickly, drained from the long day on edge. But it was a fitful sleep, and some time in the middle of the night you awoke panting. It took you a moment to realize what was different; you weren’t handcuffed anymore. You looked down in your lap to see the cuffs in three pieces. You stared down at your hands; had you done that?
A groan from one of the beds had you flinching as Dean sat up. His eyes found you in the dark, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw the black abyss that used to be your brothers bright green eyes. Then he blinked, and the green was there, but it wasn’t the same.
“Go back to sleep,” he demanded, and you were laying back down when he suddenly got up. You felt your body shaking as Dean approached you; you’d never been more scared of anyone than you were of Dean right now.
“Seems the demon blood is working,” Dean chuckled as he held up the broken cuffs. His eyes flickered to you. “How does power feel, little sister?”
You didn’t know how to answer that question. You didn’t feel powerful. Sure, you could break steel without even meaning to, but you had no power over your situation; if anything you felt more helpless than you ever had.
Unless…
Remembering Sam’s powers when he’d been drinking demon blood, you pushed your hand out in front of you. Before you even made contact with Dean, he staggered back and fell—you had telekinesis!
You jumped up from the couch and ran for the door. It had the door-block on it, but it tore loose when you yanked the door open. You took one stride out into the night air before strong arms wrapped around your midsection and flung you backwards, back into the motel room.
“Your powerful, little sister,” Dean chuckled darkly. “But not more powerful than me.”
You backed away, not even looking where you were going as you tried to escape your approaching brother. Your foot caught on the desk, and you went down hard, but you kept backing away, using your hands to scoot back. It didn’t do much, and when Dean reached you he gripped your shoulder and dragged you to your feet. He shoved you back down onto the couch, and turned and walked out the door without another word. You sat there in confusion until Dean returned—presumably from the Impala—with thick chains in his hands.
“This should hold you for a bit longer.” He smirked. “At least until I can get you so addicted to blood that you won’t leave.”
“That’s not going to happen,” you insisted.
Dean just laughed.
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The pain was all consuming; you could think of nothing else. You were hungry, too, and thirsty, and your back ached from sleeping on the couch; but none of that mattered. All you could think about was blood.
You found yourself suddenly much more sympathetic towards Sam; sure, you’d felt bad for him—you knew his addiction had hurt like crazy—but you’d never felt it before. It was a new kind of pain in a world where you thought you’d experienced every kind.
What made it hurt worse was knowing that it was your big brother inflicting this pain, and not to get you un-hooked on demon blood; he was doing it to teach you some kind of sick lesson. Or maybe he thought it would get you even more addicted; if so, it was working.
After your little stunt trying to run away, Dean had chained you up to the wall, gagged you, and left with Crowley. That was yesterday; he hadn’t returned, even when night came and went. He knew the withdrawal pains would hit you like a truck; you figured that was the point.
What if it wasn’t a lesson? What if he was just sick of dragging you around, and he left you there? His words wouldn’t stop echoing in your head…
“You’ve always been the weak one…”
You’d always felt that way, but to hear Dean—even a black-eyed Dean—say it out loud hurt more than you wanted to admit.
And the fact that, even with demon blood in you, you couldn’t break out of the chains Dean put on you seemed to aid his description of you.
Were you really so pathetic that you were only useful when pumped full of demon blood?
“Hiya sweetheart, did you miss me?”
You’d been so lost that you didn’t even notice Dean enter the hotel room until he was right in front of you, unlocking your cuffs and pulling the gag down. When he was done, you felt your hands grip onto his arm of their own accord, and your eyes found his pleadingly. You wanted to pretend you didn’t know what you were pleading for—food, maybe? Water? But you and Dean knew all too well.
“You did miss me,” Dean said with a grin. “Is this what you want?” Dean held up a fast food bag. You hadn’t eaten in a day, you should have wanted it.
But you didn’t even look at it.
“No?” Dean put the bag down and picked up a water bottle. “How about this? Not this either?”
“Dean…” you mumbled, your eyes slipping down to your hands. “It…it hurts, Dean.”
“Aww.” Dean chuckled. You knew he was patronizing you, but you didn’t care. You just wanted him to make the pain go away.
“What about this?” Your eyes lifted to see Dean pulling out his flask. You saw a hand reach out for it, surprised when you realized it was your own. Dean wouldn’t let you touch it, though. He pulled it out of reach, shaking his head. “Don’t touch, sweetheart. That’s my job.”
You didn’t move as Dean opened the flask and lifted it to your face. You wished you could pretend that he was forcing you to drink the blood, but it wasn’t true anymore. He really had gotten you hooked.
The only question now was what would Sammy do when he found you?
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The next few weeks fell into a regime. You tagged along while Dean and Crowley dragged you to town after town, bar after bar, motel after motel. After the first week, Dean stopped using the chains; he didn’t need them anymore. The resourceful, smart Winchester in the back of your mind knew that he was training you like a dog—when you listened, he let you drink from his flask; when you disobeyed, he let you suffer—but there was nothing you could do. You couldn’t resist the demon blood anymore, it hurt too much. And a part of you—the part desperate to please your big brother—didn’t want to. Dean thought you were useless without powers, and you didn’t have it in you to disagree anymore. The only reason Dean even wanted you around was that you had powers. Without that…
You were snapped out of your thoughts when Crowley approached you and Dean.
“We need to talk,” he said to Dean.
“So talk,” Dean said with a shrug. “She won’t bother us.” Dean waved offhandedly at you.
That’s all you were now; the sidekick, the tool, meant to stand aside and keep quiet.
“I don’t think you want her to hear this.” When Dean didn’t respond, Crowley sighed and continued. “Moose called.”
You stiffened, and Dean noticed.
“Go take a walk, N/N,” Dean said. You didn’t argue—you’d given up on that—but you did hesitate. Dean blinked, his eyes flashing black, and you flinched. “I said take a walk.”
You left without another word, but your brain was going a million miles a minute.
Sam called? Was he coming? Would he fix Dean…and you?
…
You returned to Dean when he waved you over.
Like an obedient little puppy, you thought disgustedly. You thought you’d given up on your pride and your dignity weeks ago, but the thought of Sam returning to see you like this brought it all rushing back.
“Here.” Dean pulled out his flask when you approached him. You stiffened and you had to force your head to turn away from your big brother. Dean scoffed, “One mention of Sammy and now you’re all high and mighty?” Dean’s fingers clenched around your jaw, and he turned your chin to face him. “Let me make this clear; drink now, or I won’t let you for the next two days.”
Your breath caught in your throat; the most he’d ever cut you off was for about a day, and that had been one of the most painful days of your life. You couldn’t do it, you knew you couldn’t.
Dean let go of your face, and you tilted your head up slightly, your lips parting just a little. It was all the assent that Dean needed.
“That’s what I thought,” he huffed, uncapping his flask.
What had you gotten yourself into?
…
You’d been getting better and better with your powers. Dean had had you practicing, mostly on random demons that Crowley let get too close to him.
The better you got, the more you began to think that Dean was right; you had been useless before, never able to help your brothers. Now you could help—now you had power.
Every time you got better with your powers, Dean would flash you a wide grin—it was cocky, not at all like his old proud smile—but it was good to see nonetheless. It felt good to do something for your big brother. It felt like you were finally repaying him for everything he had done for you.
“Pick a side!”
You were snapped out of your thoughts by Crowley’s outburst. You had followed Dean into Crowley’s demon meeting after Dean murdered one of Crowley’s clients. After weeks around Crowley, you tended to tune him out, but now he seemed heated, and Dean was tense beside you.
“Or what?” Dean asked before shoving a Crowley across the floor. Crowley got up in a huff, glancing around as if to see if his demons had noticed—of course they had.
“This—“ Crowley gestured between himself and Dean “—is over. You’re too unpredictable.”
“Ok,” Dean said, a nonchalant smile gracing his lips. “How’s this for unpredictable?” And suddenly he was looking at you, eyes boring into you as if you could read his mind. To your surprise, you could; or at least, you knew what he wanted. He wanted to piss Crowley off—he wanted you to exorcise all of Crowley’s goons. You’d only ever exorcised one at a time, which was a far cry from the five that surrounded you now.
Still, your big brother wanted something from you, and you were going to do your best.
You closed your eyes in concentration, holding your hand out as almost an anchor. You could feel the power pulsing through your blood, as if the demon blood was intertwining with your own. You heard screams of pain from the demons, but you blocked them out, hyper-focused. When the screaming stopped, you opened your eyes to see five empty vessels strewn across the floor. Your attention turned to Crowley, your hand still outstretched.
He staggered back a half step, but Dean reached out and pushed your hand down.
“Hey, easy—not him sweetheart.”
Your attention turned to Dean at his words, and there it was; that proud grin. Your lips twitched up even as you thought that you missed the way the old Dean would let you know he was proud of you. The way that he’d smile a real smile, and ruffle your hair, and say, “Good job, kid.”
Instead, this Dean smirked and pulled his flask out of his back pocket, holding it for you to drink from even as he turned his attention back to Crowley.
“You want unpredictable? You want this to be over? Good; I don’t need you, I never did.” Dean capped his flask and turned to go.
He didn’t even look back to see if you would follow; he knew you would.
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You sat on a stool beside a piano in an empty bar, watching Dean play around with the keys. It had been hours since he’d let you have a drink, but every time you tapped his arm he just snapped at you to leave him be. You were doing just that—sitting quietly and watching your big brother—when the door to the bar opened.
“Sam!” You jumped up before you’d even fully registered that it was Sam who’d walked in the door. When you started towards him, Dean’s voice stopped you.
“No.”
It was just the one word, but it was enough. Your body acted almost if its own accord, stopping the instant the word was out of Dean’s mouth. You’d gotten used to obeying him without question lately, and it was a habit you weren’t so sure you could break.
“Commere,” Dean said, and again you listened, going to stand beside him as he stood from the piano bench.
Your eyes drifted to Sam, who was looking from Dean to you in utter confusion.
“Good.” Dean’s voice brought your attention back to him, and you saw him reaching into his back pocket for his flask. Your stomach dropped to your toes; that was why he wouldn’t let you drink earlier. He suspected that Sam was coming, and he wanted you to be desperate enough to drink in front of him. Your heart caught in your throat as you stared up at Dean, as if he could somehow undo what he’d already done. He just smirked at you as he uncapped the flask and held it up.
Your body was screaming for it—you’d been achy, pain stiffening your muscles for at least an hour—you needed it. Keeping your eyes downcast so that you didn’t have to see Sam’s face, you took a half step closer to Dean and let him tilt the contents of the flask into your mouth.
“What are you doing?” Sam lurched forward, recognizing the substance immediately. “Dean, you can’t! Y/N, stop!”
“Aww, it’s not her fault, Sammy,” Dean chuckled as he pulled the flask away and capped it. “She was never gonna be strong enough to stop me.”
You ducked your head in shame even as your nerves were screaming for more blood. You couldn’t bear to even look in Sam’s direction.
“Dean, what did you do?” Sam demanded, panic lacing his tone.
“Made her useful!” Dean insisted, still grinning like this was all a great joke. “You should see her now, Sammy. She exorcised five demons all at once today, I bet she’s pretty tired out.”
Despite yourself, your lips twitched up in a small smile at Dean’s words. He was bragging on you to Sam—it was nice to hear.
“Useful?” Sam’s scoff brought the shame back. “Dean, she’s not an object! She’s not some kind of tool for you to use! She’s our sister!”
“So what? She was useless before, a weak and pathetic tag-along. I finally brought some purpose to her life.”
You bit down hard on your lip to keep it from quivering. You kept your gaze down so you didn’t have to see either of your brothers.
“Dean, stop it!” Sam yelled.
“Fine.” Dean shrugged. “You want me to stop? Try and bring her back. She won’t go, I’ve got her hooked more than you ever were.”
Dean stepped back, watching from the other side of the piano while Sam approached you. You kept your eyes on your shoes even as you heard Sam approaching.
“Honey, hey, look at me.” Sam came to a stop mere inches from you. Your breaths picked up as tears blurred your vision, but you forced yourself to blink them back and look up at your brother. The hate that you were expecting wasn’t there, neither was the disgust or the anger. Instead, Sam’s eyes were gentle; understanding. “I can help you. You don’t have to keep doing this.”
“But…” Dean’s words swam around in your head, and they were all you could think of. “But without this I’m useless. I wanna be useful. I’m useful, Sammy, I’m powerful!”
Sam’s gaze never wavered.
“But are you happy?”
You stopped. You’d been so worried about being useful to Dean, that you hadn’t even thought about…
Your head shook slowly from side to side, the tears returning. Sam’s gaze softened even more.
“Oh, sweetheart…”
“I’m…I’m sorry, Sam,” you whimpered, finally letting the tears fall. “I-I didn’t mean to—but I can’t st-stop.” You covered your face with your hands as you sobbed, and you flinched when you felt Sam’s hand on your shoulder.
“Shh, hey…” Sam pulled you into his embrace, and you felt him press a kiss to the top of your head as he rubbed your back. “Honey it’s ok. We can fix this, I just gotta take you home.”
“She’s not gonna leave me, Sammy,” Dean mocked. “I’ve got her hooked.”
“You’re coming too,” Sam directed at him. “I didn’t just come for her. We can cure demons, Dean.”
“Did you even stop to think that if I wanted to be cured, I wouldn’t have left? And I certainly wouldn’t have gotten our little sister addicted to demon blood just to cut off her supply.” Dean jeered, laughing. “I mean, what kind of brother would do that?”
“Enough, Dean! I’m bringing you back whether you want to come or not.” Sam reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pair of demon cuffs.
“Do you really think those will hold me?” Dean scoffed.
“We’re about to find out,” Sam sighed.
A hiss filled the air, followed by smoke that separated both of your brothers from your sight.
“Sam! Dean!” Your cries were followed by a fit of coughing when you breathed in the gas. A hand on your shoulder turned your attention to Dean, who was trying to drag you towards the door.
“Sammy,” you protested, searching through the gas for your brother.
“He’s fine,” Dean growled, pulling harder. “Now come on.”
“No!” You yanked your arm from Dean’s grasp. He didn’t try to grab you again; he didn’t think he had to.
“Y/N, come. That’s an order.”
You gritted your teeth, shoving down the pain in your body that begged you to listen to Dean.
“Screw your orders.”
Dean’s eyes flashed black as he advanced on you.
“You little—“
You didn’t hesitate—you lifted your hands and used the telekinesis that Dean had given you to fling him across the room. You turned your back, not even bothering to see where he landed.
…
You found Sam easily, and the two of you made it out of the building after Dean. The minute Sam stepped foot out the door, a man came out of nowhere and knocked him out.
“Sam!” You knelt next to your big brother, glancing in fear at the man who’d hit him. He hesitated when he saw you were just a kid.
“Stay out of my way, or you’re next,” he warned before turning to face Dean. You remembered Dean mentioning that a man was after him; you had no doubt that Dean would win this fight, so you turned your attention to waking Sam up—he was your only chance at bringing Dean home.
“Sammy, come on,” you urged. He only stirred once Dean and the other man were finished their fight—Dean won, but he didn’t kill the other man, to your surprise.
“Just stay here,” Sam instructed, shaking off his headache as he stood, demon cuffs held with his injured arm—you wondered suddenly how he’d been hurt—and holy water in the other hand.
You stayed back as Sam approached Dean from behind. It was over in mere seconds—Dean, distracted by the holy water, was unable to fight off the cuffs that Sam slapped on him.
“Dean, stop! It’s over.”
…
You got into the passenger’s seat after Sam ushered Dean into the back. Sam was outside, passing off the First Blade to Crowley.
“You picked the wrong side,” Dean said, and the sound of his voice made you flinch.
“Says the one in the handcuffs,” you shot back, but your voice was much too shaky for Dean to take seriously.
“Oh, this won’t last,” Dean said, lifting his hands. “And once these come off, you’re going to regret using those powers on me.”
…
You breathed easier when Sam returned to the Impala, and the three of you were off. Sam and Dean were arguing about Dean’s fight with that man, Cole. Sam was convinced that because Dean let him live, there was still some good in him.
“Letting him live was the worst thing I could’ve done to him,” Dean chuckled. “And that’s nothing compared to what I’m going to you.” Sam swallowed nervously, but Dean continued. “Or to our little sister.” You nearly jumped out of your seat when Dean kicked it.
“Stop it,” Sam demanded. “She…she didn’t do anything.”
“Oh, she picked her side,” Dean insisted. “And she picked wrong.”
…
You were shaking by the time the Impala reached the bunker. Sam kept glancing at you out of the corner of his eye, recognizing the symptoms; you needed more blood.
“Stay here,” he instructed as he stepped out to get Dean. “I’m gonna get him settled downstairs and I’ll come back for you.”
Sure enough, a few minutes later Sam returned and led you to your room.
“You know what I have to do, right?” He asked gently. You nodded.
“Tie me down and lock me up, right?”
“I’m sorry,” Sam said. “I don’t want to, but—“
“But there’s a demon in the bunker, and I’m about to go through extreme withdrawals,” you finished. “I-I know Sam. It’s not your fault.” Your gaze was glued to your fidgeting hands.
“Hey, look at me.” When you met his gaze, Sam continued. “It’s not your fault either. I know you didn’t want it.”
“I started to.” You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Af-after a while, I started to want it. The power…all of it.”
“It’s ok.” Sam pulled you close, and his embrace made you feel more at home than you had in weeks. “I know how that feels, but we’re gonna fix it. I’m gonna be right here.”
When he pulled away, you took a deep breath.
“I’m ready.”
…
You were wrong. Dead wrong, and so was Sam. Sam was killing you, you were sure of it.
Of course, that was the withdrawal talking, but you were too far deep in your pain to know that. All you knew was that you’d never hurt this much in your life, and the way to make the pain go away was right downstairs, but Sam wouldn’t let you near it.
“I need Dean,” you cried for the thousandth time. “Sammy, please!” You were in too much pain to even notice that Sam wasn’t there, and he hadn’t been in to check on you in a while. In fact, you were so distracted that you didn’t even notice the door opening, and the very person you were begging for walking in.
“I told you you picked the wrong side,” Dean chuckled, his voice grabbing your attention.
“Dean,” you whimpered, in too much pain to be scared or curious that he’d gotten out. “Dean, please.”
“You know—“ Dean sighed as he began to undo the straps holding your legs. “You talk too much.” Once both your legs were free, Dean made his way near your head. You swallowed hard as Dean picked up a knife that you’d left on your dresser. “So I think I’ve found the perfect punishment for you. I mean, you did use your powers on me. Did you think I was just going to forget that?”
“P-punishment?” You asked nervously.
“Yeah,” Dean glared down at you, his eyes flashing black. “First, I’m gonna cut off your tongue. Then, I’m gonna give you so much blood, that you won’t be able to think straight. Then you’re gonna help me kill Sammy, then Crowley. And if you ever disobey me again, I’ll slit your throat.” Dean grinned. “How’s that for a little brotherly love?”
Dean’s knife was inching closer to your mouth, his other hand gripping your face to keep you still, when the lights went out. Dean released you, and a tense silence filled the bunker for a moment or two before the emergency lights clicked on, red light casting an eery glow throughout your room.
“Looks like it’s your lucky day,” Dean said to you. “Now that I know where Sammy is, you can wait; after all, you’re not going anywhere.”
All you could do was watch as Dean turned and walked out, intent on killing your brother.
…
You were struggling against the restraints to no avail when Sam came bursting into the room.
“Did he hurt you?” Sam demanded, alarmed when you suddenly burst into tears.
“I-I thought he was gonna kill you,” you cried.
“It’s ok, I’m ok,” Sam assured you as he started to undo you restraints.
“Don’t!” You insisted. “I’m…I don’t think I’m clean yet.”
Sam halted his movements, his eyes trained on your face.
“He didn’t hurt you?” Sam asked.
“He didn’t get the chance.” You sniffled. “W…where is he?”
“Chained up again,” Sam sighed. “Cas is watching him. I think…I think maybe he’s almost human now.”
“Go to him,” you insisted. “I’ll be ok here until I’m clean, really.” Somehow, Dean’s threats had strengthened your resolve to stay away from demon blood. “Go bring our Dean back.”
…
“I want to see her.”
Sam was adamant. “You can’t, not yet.”
Dean sighed, rubbing his newly-freed hands over his face.
“Why not?”
Before Sam could answer, a cry of pain could be heard from your room. Sam cringed.
“She…she’s still in detox. She could go nuts if she sees you, even though you’re not a demon anymore. We can’t take that chance.”
Dean didn’t argue; he knew Sam was right. Still, the next two days were complete torture as he was forced to stay away from you, listening to your pleas for him. Every time you called out his name was a reminder that it was Dean’s fault that you were hurting.
“I’m sorry,” he found himself whispering over and over under his breath every time you cried out; he was desperate to tell you in person.
After those awful two days, the screaming stopped. Dean was already halfway to your room when he was stopped by Sam.
“She’s ok,” Sam insisted. “I think she’s clean. I just took her restraints off.”
“Ok,” Dean said simply, trying to move past Sam and toward your door. Sam moved in front of him.
“She’s sleeping. She needs it.”
Dean deflated, discouraged.
“What is this, Sam? Are you really trying to help her, or do you just not trust me?” He knew he was being unfair, but he had to know.
“It’s not about you,” Sam assured him, clearly pushing away his hurt at Dean’s implication. “She needs rest. Besides, I…I don’t know how she’ll react to seeing you again, and I don’t want to push her faster than I need to.”
Dean was silent for a long moment, before finally asking the question that had been nagging at him for days.
“Do you think she hates me?”
Sam looked pained, as if he had expected the question.
“Right now I…I almost wish she did,” Sam said. “Because I think she hates herself more than anything.”
…
You’d been awake for about twenty minutes, but you hadn’t moved. At least, your body hadn’t moved; your mind was going at a breakneck speed. You remembered briefly that Sam had said Dean was cured, but you couldn’t be sure if you’d imagined it in your withdrawal fog. You were pretty sure that most of yesterday had been a hallucination. Sam had insisted that he wouldn’t let Dean in, yet there he had been, jeering at you, saying again and again that the second you were clean, you’d be useless again.
You knew it wasn’t real, it couldn’t be. But the hallucination had been right anyway.
The sound of the door opening had your head turning, but your mind still hadn’t left its dark corner.
“Hey,” Sam greeted, and even though the door was only open a little, you could see Dean standing behind him. That only lasted for a moment before Sam squeezed himself into your room and shut the door behind him. “How are you?”
“He doesn’t want to see me?” Your eyes remained glued to the door where Dean had been standing, even as you sat up.
“What?” Sam frowned. “Of course he does, I just…I wanted to check with you first. Are you gonna be ok to see him?”
You nodded. “If…” you were suddenly nervous at the thought of seeing Dean after everything. “If he wants to.”
“Of course he does. Why wouldn’t he?”
Shame bubbled up in you as you thought about the past few weeks, and you ducked your head, unwilling to answer Sam’s question. He didn’t push it; instead, he turned to go, leaving the door open so that Dean could take his place.
“Hey sweetheart,” Dean greeted gently, and you heard rather than felt your breath pick up at the sound of his voice. You kept your eyes downcast.
What did Dean think of you? You remembered how disappointed and angry he had been with Sam when Sam had gotten hooked on demon blood. Would Dean hate you now? Would he finally see you as the burden you’d always been, now that you didn’t have powers anymore?
“Sweetheart, would you look at me?” When your eyes met his, you saw not anger or disappointment, but sadness. That was too much for you. The tears came suddenly and soundlessly. “Oh, kiddo…” Dean sighed, reaching his hands out to comfort you. However, you’d spent too much time with the rough, angry demon Dean to see comfort in his hands. When you flinched back, Dean stopped immediately, returning his hands to his sides. “I’m sorry, I…” Dean’s voice cracked. “I didn’t come here to scare you, I just wanted to apologize. I know that doesn’t make up for what I did, but…but I wanted you to know.”
You looked up suddenly, not surprised but doubtful. You’d expected an apology from Dean, but you hadn’t expected it to sound quite so sincere; you’d expected underlying disappointment at least.
“You…” you swallowed. “You’re not upset with me?”
“With you?” Dean was confused. “Why would I be upset with you?”
You ducked your head as the tears returned.
“I-I was weak,” you choked out. “I’m still weak.”
“Hey, hey.” Dean tilted your chin up with his fingers, his hands as gentle as could be on your skin. “None of this—not one bit—was your fault. I did this to you, and I don’t blame you, not for a second. Understand?”
You were shaking your head.
“I-I should’ve—“
“There was nothing you coulda done to stop me,” Dean said, self-loathing lacing his every word. “And I know how impossible it is to stop on your own after you’ve started, I’d never blame you for getting addicted.”
You stayed silent as you processed his words. Once you had, you felt the need to speak again.
“I don’t blame you either,” you insisted. “You weren’t the same—demon you. It wasn’t anything like you, it wasn’t your fault.”
Dean looked dubious, but he also didn’t bother to argue. Comfortable silence reigned for several minutes before he spoke again.
“How do you feel?”
“Starving,” you answered honestly, to which Dean smiled.
“You wanna take a little trip? You and me, I’ll take you to get some food.”
The idea of Dean bundling you into the Impala and driving off—without Sam nonetheless—had terror gripping your heart, accelerating its pace. You didn’t blame Dean for what he’d done, but the memories were still all too fresh.
“Or,” Dean countered, instantly noting your panicked expression. “Or I could go and get something to bring back, and you, me, and Sammy could have a movie night?”
You nodded—that sounded perfect. Dean was just turning to go when you stopped him.
“Dean? Does…is there any part of you that wishes I’d stayed that way?”
“What way?” Dean’s brows drew together, whether in concern or confusion you couldn’t tell. “You mean, addicted to demon blood?”
“I just mean…” you struggled to force the words out. “I mean…useful.”
Deans face fell, and you regretted asking.
“What?”
“I-I mean, I don’t really do anything around here. At least then, I—“
“Stop.” You weren’t sure if it was the seriousness of his tone, or the fact that you’d spent the last few weeks obeying his every word, but you shut up immediately when Dean spoke. “I want you to listen to me very carefully,” Dean said slowly and deliberately, and again you stayed obediently silent. “Nothing about what I did to you was good, ok? And you are not useless. Actually,” Dean waved his hand in front of his face dismissively. “Forget about use. Sam was right, you’re not some tool, ok? You’re important to us, and not because of what you can do. But even if it was about that, you do so much for us. You’ve been with me and Sammy through everything, and that matters way more than you moving stuff with your mind, ok?”
Despite the tears that were still falling, you felt a smile tug at your lips.
“Ok, Dean.”
“Ok,” Dean said with a firm nod. “Go find Sam, and I’ll head out for food.”
You stood almost mechanically and headed for the door without a word. Dean recognized your stance with a silent horror.
“Hey,” Dean’s voice was shaky as he reached out and grabbed your hand. “That…it wasn’t an order, ok? I’m not making you anything, I—“
“I know,” you interrupted, understanding his horror. “It’s just…habit, I-I guess. Shut up and obey, you know?” You wished you hadn’t added that last part when you saw Dean stiffen ever so slightly, swallowing hard.
“I’m so—“
“Don’t apologize again,” you pleaded. “I forgive you, ok? I-I guess I just need to unlearn some things.”
Dean nodded, but you could tell he was still beating himself up inside. You took two strides and reached him, pulling him into an embrace. His arms enveloped you entirely, and you realized that you’d forgotten how much you missed him.
“Tell me if I can help with that, ok?” He said.
“Ok,” you promised. “Now go get me some food, I’m starving.”
Dean’s chest rumbled next to your ear as he chuckled.
“Yes ma’am.”
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Requested by anon : Hey could I request a spn fic? With Dean and Sam and a little sister reader, and it’s during one of their big fights (like one where they ended up parting ways for a while, like when they fight about John in season 1, or about how to kill Lilith later in the show, or whichever one you want), and they have to make her pick who she goes with? And she’s like super upset cuz she doesn’t want to pick between them.
Warnings : just angst
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After a lot of ear-deafening yelling, Dean and Sam decided to split ways. One could not stand the other anymore. But who could both of them stand ? You.
So there you were, in the dead of night, ONCE again, in the middle of a family breakup.
"Come on, baby. You know i'll--i'll take better care of you." Sam took a pleading step towards you, to which you responded with a step back.
You couldn't do this anymore. Each one of them using their "kindness" towards as leverage.
"I won't come home drunk to you, every night." He shot a deadly look to Dean. Ouch.
Overwehlmed. And devastated. You huffed.
Your brothers are fighting, again. And they're both trying to get you to come with them. You'd be flattered, but they're fighting over you. And it's getting somehow claustrophobic. And you're close to fuming.
"You know that i won't leave you...Come with me." Sam sounded more convincing than Dean, who...hasn't said a word in a while. That is until Sam spoke again, causing a scoff to break Dean's silence.
"You won't leave her, you mean like the first time...Oh wait ! the second too. And the th-"
"I'm here you ffuckers." A sudden shout erupted from your throat and your eyes furiously dart from one boy to the other.
"He-"
"Oh shut up, Dean. Now's not the time to play big brother, alright ?" You grimace and Dean drops his eyes to the floor, nodding to himself.
And before it fully quieted down, Dean spoke.
"You know what, kid ?"
Your heart skipped a beat at the sudden change in your brother's voice. Not that he yelled or anything. But a sudden seriousness laced his voice. A sudden acknowledgement of the situation, if you may say.
He sounded done.
"I got it ! We're both fuckups and you're not sure which fuckup to choose." Dean lifted his head slightly, heading for his pre-prepared bag. He "You want to go with me ? fine. You want him ? Fine as well. You want to go alone ? Might as well do that." He raised his chin in disappointment.
"I'll be at the bar, and if you're not there in an hour. I'm gone, Y/n." Dean looked you straight in the eyes. "Gone." Before marching towards the door, not one single peek back.
You staggered back until you plumped on the bed, bouncing on the latter as your back hit the covers.
you took a deep breath in, because there you were, suddenly drowning in a sea of thoughts. Because who would you choose ??
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Short and angsty because we love short and angsty ! Who would you choose ? ❤️❤️❤️⚘️⚘️⚘️
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Unexpected Love
Pairing: Ash x Sister!Winchester!Reader
Summary: Ash is your mullet knight in flannel armor
Original Prompt: Requested by anonymous | Hiii, I saw you write for spn and I throught about making a request. Idk if you even remember Ash, he's seen in season 2 but for like, just 5 minutes in total so I'm not gonna be mad if you don't remember him, but I throught about asking you if you could write something for him with Reader that's Dean and Sam's little sister? You can write what you want, even something bite sized, I just feel like he's not appreciated enough 🥺 It's ok if you don't want to write it, and take your time if you do. Have a good day 💕
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: Cursing (1x), Fluff, Sam & Dean just being protective/supportive older brothers
Authors Note: Of course I remember Ash my anon friend! How could I not remember Doctor Badass? | Since you told me to write whatever I wanted, I decided to do a cute little romance between him and reader cause hey, he needs some love too! | He’s honestly one of my favs | I hope you liked how this came out! I never wrote Ash before, so I hope I was able to do his character justice! | Takes place in Season 2 obviously | Flashbacks are in italics | If you want to request something, just send me a message! | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡
Dating was something that was always particularly hard for you as you’ve been consistently on the road with your father and brothers since you were six months old. The four of you never staying in the same place long enough for you to ever form any kind of connection with anyone. In a way, you thought that it was a good thing considering this line of work, but at the same time, human connection was something that you craved, yearned for. Yes, you had a strong bond with your brothers (Sam more than Dean – twin power you know?), and kind of had a strong bond with your father, but the bonds that you had with the three of them weren’t particularly fulfilling for you. You always felt like there was something missing.
At one point when you were seven or eight, long before you had learned of the supernatural, you had asked your father once when the four of you were in the car if you could stay at Uncle Bobby’s for a while.
“I’m tired of moving around so much daddy. Can I stay at Uncle Bobby’s for a while?” You had told him, asked him; silence filled the impala, despite the music being so loud.
Sam turned to face you before turning to look at your father – you knew that Sam had felt the same way. Dean turned to look at you, craning his neck as he was in the front seat along with your father who was currently driving to the next motel. It would have been the third motel in less than two weeks. Your father looked into the rearview mirror, looking at you as you started playing with your thumbs. “I’m sorry…” You whispered.
When the four of you had gotten to the motel, Dean had practically pulled you to the side while your father and Sam had started bringing things into the motel room. “Why do you want to get away from dad so bad?” He asked, almost as if he was offended.
“I want to stay in one place longer than two days.” You said. “Motels smell funny.”
Dean scoffed. “So does Uncle Bobby’s house.”
That was the last time you had ever asked.
Even if you had found yourself lucky to pull a date, something or someone would always get in the way. Either a hunt would take precedence, or one of your brothers (usually Dean) would “accidentally” interrupt the date. With either scenario, the guy you had landed the date with would either never call you make again – despite your efforts of trying to make something work or, they would outright tell you to never call them again.
As the years went by, you had simply come to the conclusion that you were destined to never find love, destined to spend the life on the road with your brothers as hunters.
“Come with me.” Sam said to you, a few weeks before he had told you, Dean, and your father that he was going to be leaving to go to Stanford.
“I can’t Sammy. I don’t have a full ride like you do.” You said. “Besides, he’d be too fucking worried if I went.”
“But we’d be together Y/N. It’s not like we’d be by ourselves.” He said. He wanted you to come with him, despite not really interested in the whole college thing; but he knew hunting was something that you had never wanted to do. You wanted that white picket fence life like he wanted.
“I can’t…leave Dean with dad.” You told him. As much as you had wanted to go with him, you couldn’t leave Dean and dad alone, as you were usually the buffer between them. Yes, they rarely got into fights but when they did…it got bad.
You were fully prepared to do the whole one night stand thing for the rest of your life. At least you would have some kind of human connection, even if it was just for a little while. Hell, it’s been working out just fine for Dean, why wouldn’t it work for you? But that was until you met Ash.
Ash was an interesting person; someone that you thought you wouldn’t have ended up with. Despite knowing him less than a year, he was someone that you could actually imagine spending your life with (no matter how long that life span may be). You had first met him about a few months after the death of your father when your brother Sam was listening to your father’s voicemails.
“He’s always been so secretive.” You told them, upon hearing the sound of a woman’s voice in one of the voicemails – a woman that called herself Ellen.
“Think dad ever had a thing with her and it ended badly? Maybe that’s why he never told us about her.” Sam theorized.
His theory caused your other brother to give a disgusted look. “Gross, now I’m thinking of dad having sex.” Dean said, his voice sounding just as disgusted.
“You are far too pretty to be with these two.” Was one of the first sentences that Ash had ever uttered to you. A sentence that had made you laugh, but a sentence that offended your eldest brother Dean the most.
The relationship between you and Ash was something that you honestly didn’t expect to happen. Not because he wasn’t your type, but because you had thought that there would be no possible way to maintain a relationship given the fact that you were always on the road.
“You know this isn’t going to work out right?” You had told Ash, the day you and your brothers had gotten back to the Roadhouse after completing the Rakshasa case.
Ash looked at you, trying his best to play it cool as your brothers were only standing within earshot. “That’s the beauty of technology. You’d only be a phone call away.” He said. Him saying this was something that you had never really thought about previously; but it was something that had made perfect sense to you.
“If someone wants to be with you kid, they’ll make the effort.” Bobby told you numerous times growing up. For years, it was a line you thought that he just said in order to make you feel better. But for the first time in your life, you realized that Ash was the only guy in your life (besides your brothers and your father) that had actually wanted to make the effort.
“You and Ash still going strong uh?” Dean asked, leaning up against Baby.
“Uh, yeah.” You replied. “Still trying to get used to the whole long distance thing.”
“That’s fair.” He said. “At least you guys text and call right?”
“Yeah.” You nodded.
Dean raised an eyebrow. “Do you not want to talk about this? Thought this would be something you’d be all over.”
“Dean, you and Sammy have never been people I’ve spoken to about guys before. Nor have either of you really asked. Why the sudden interest in Ash and me?” Whenever you had crushes on people in the past, you had never once found yourself gunning to tell one of your brothers or your dad. You knew that it would only end badly; especially if you told your father or Dean.
He shrugged. “Can’t your brother just be interested in your relationship for once?”
“Not without ulterior motives he can’t.” You gave him a look, your brother automatically looking offended.
“Me? Have an ulterior motive? Honestly sis, I’m offended.” He scoffed.
“It’s kind of your MO brother.” You said. Dean opened up his mouth as if to say something; to try and get himself out of whatever hole he had dug himself into. But there was nothing that he could possibly say to get out of it. He instead just closed his mouth.
“Look, I’m just happy for you. Truly I am.” He actually sounded sincere. “You know me and Sammy just worry.”
“And you know just as well as I do that I can kick either of your asses.” You said. “I can take care of myself just fine. And Ash…neither of you have anything to worry about honestly.”
“You know, I’ve been thinking Ash.” You said, sitting on the trunk of Baby while your brothers were inside of the motel room. Being outside was the only source of privacy that you could possibly have when being on the phone.
“What’s up Missus Badass?” He asked, hearing the smile in his voice.
“I was thinking, after we finally kill Yellow Eyes…I’m going to quit hunting.” You said. “How would Ellen and Jo feel about me working at the Roadhouse?” Your tone half joking and half serious. Ash was silent for a moment, more quiet than he normally was whenever he was on the phone. “Ash? I didn’t lose you did I?”
“No…No…” He began. “They’d love to have you.”
“Yeah?” You asked. “You know, I am very familiar with the workings of a bar.”
“If I didn’t know you so well, I would be concerned by that statement. But, since you are a Winchester, I ain’t the least bit surprised.” He said.
“Yeah. I’ve been hustling pool, and playing poker before I reached puberty.” You laughed a little. “As Sammy would say, the way we were raised was jacked.” You paused. “But hey, at least I met you.”
“Your mullet knight in flannel armor.” He said serious.
“Oh, I like the sound of that.” You smiled. The motel door opened, your brothers coming out. “I gotta go but…I love you.” You whispered the I love you. Hoping that it was just loud enough for Ash to hear, but low enough for your brothers not to.
Your I love you had caught him slightly off guard, but it was something that he enjoyed hearing you say. “I love you too.” He responded back. You were happy that he said it back, afraid that you might of said it too soon. For the first time in a long time, you had felt like you might actually get that happy ending you have always wanted: a life away from hunting.
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sibling showdown…
(warnings. angst.)
The night was thick with tension as Sam and Dean Winchester stealthily moved through the dense woods. Their flashlights cut through the darkness, revealing twisted branches and ominous shadows. The brothers were on a relentless pursuit to rescue their younger sister, Jenna, who had been kidnapped by a cunning skinwalker during a routine hunt.
A rustle in the bushes ahead put them on high alert. Dean tightened his grip on the silver knife, and Sam silently loaded his shotgun. The woods seemed to come alive with whispers as they closed in on the creature's lair.
Suddenly, a chilling howl echoed through the trees, sending shivers down their spines. The brothers exchanged determined glances, knowing that time was of the essence. Jenna's life hung in the balance.
The trail led them to an abandoned cabin hidden in the heart of the forest. Cautiously approaching, they heard Jenna's muffled cries from within. Dean kicked open the door, revealing the skinwalker looming over their sister, who was bound to a chair.
Without hesitation, Sam unleashed a barrage of shots with his shotgun, forcing the creature back. Dean lunged forward, slashing at the skinwalker with his silver knife. The battle was fierce, each sibling fighting with unmatched determination to save Jenna.
Amidst the chaos, Jenna managed to free herself and crawled to safety. Sam and Dean relentlessly pursued the skinwalker, cornering it in a dimly lit room. The creature snarled, its eyes flickering between the brothers.
As the final showdown unfolded, Sam recited an incantation, invoking the power of ancient spells. Dean seized the opportunity, plunging the silver knife into the heart of the skinwalker. The room was filled with an otherworldly wail as the creature disintegrated into dust.
Breathing heavily, the siblings gathered in a tight embrace, relieved to have Jenna back unharmed. The moonlit night bore witness to the unbreakable bond of the Winchester family, forged through countless battles against supernatural forces.
As they exited the cabin, the dawn painted the horizon with hues of orange and pink. The brothers, victorious yet weary, led Jenna through the now serene woods, ready to face whatever challenges the next hunt would bring.
The aftermath of the skinwalker encounter lingered like a haunting memory for the Winchester siblings. Jenna, grateful for her brothers' unwavering protection, couldn't shake the fear that clung to her like a shadow. Sam and Dean, ever vigilant, sensed the weight she carried.
Days passed, and the trio found themselves holed up in a rundown motel. Jenna sat on one of the beds, gazing out the window as the rain pattered against the glass. Sam approached, his concern etched across his face.
"Hey, Jenna, you holding up okay?" Sam asked, his voice soft.
Jenna nodded, but the haunted look in her eyes spoke volumes. "It's just... I never thought I'd be the one needing saving."
Dean entered the room, a tray of coffee cups in hand. He sat down beside Jenna, offering her a cup. "We've all been there, sis. What matters is we got each other's backs."
As the rain outside intensified, the siblings huddled together, recounting stories of past victories and losses. It was a ritual, a way to heal the wounds inflicted by the supernatural. In those moments, the Winchester bond grew stronger, a beacon against the encroaching darkness.
Their next case led them to a small town plagued by mysterious disappearances. Unbeknownst to them, a malevolent force lurked in the shadows, orchestrating a sinister plot. The Winchesters, driven by duty and determination, set out to unravel the town's dark secrets.
As they delved deeper into the investigation, the siblings faced new challenges and unearthed a conspiracy that went beyond anything they had encountered before. The threads of the supernatural tapestry intertwined, weaving a narrative that would test their limits.
In the heart of the town's abandoned asylum, the Winchester trio confronted a formidable adversary. The air crackled with tension as they prepared to face a malevolent entity that thrived on chaos. The shadows of redemption loomed, and the Winchester legacy continued in the unending battle against the forces that sought to plunge the world into darkness.
The eerie silence of the abandoned asylum was shattered as Sam, Dean, and Jenna faced the malevolent vampire lurking in the shadows. The air grew thick with tension as the siblings squared off against the supernatural foe, ready for the impending battle.
The vampire moved with blinding speed, dodging Sam's strikes and countering Dean's attacks. In the chaos, Jenna found herself ensnared in the creature's vice-like grip. Panic flickered in her eyes as she struggled against the vampire's strength.
"Let her go!" Dean bellowed, his silver knife gleaming in the dim light.
The vampire, reveling in its advantage, chuckled darkly. "You Winchesters always think you can control the narrative, but fate has a different plan."
With a swift motion, the vampire sank its fangs into Jenna's neck, draining the life force from her. Horror and desperation gripped Sam and Dean as they witnessed their sister succumbing to the vampiric curse.
Time seemed to slow as the siblings faced a gut-wrenching choice. Jenna's transformation into a vampire was imminent, and they knew the consequences of such a fate. The weight of the decision pressed heavily upon them.
In a moment of shared determination, Sam and Dean locked eyes, silently communicating the unbearable decision they had to make. With a heavy heart, Dean raised his silver knife, ready to end Jenna's life before the vampire's curse took hold.
However, in a surprising turn, Sam intervened, seizing Dean's arm. "There has to be another way, Dean. We can find a cure, break the curse. We can't give up on her."
The struggle between hope and despair played out on their faces as they grappled with the impossible choice. The vampire, sensing the internal conflict, reveled in the chaos it had sown among the siblings.
The echoing sounds of the impending decision resonated through the asylum, leaving the Winchester trio at a crossroads that would reshape their lives forever. The echoes of their choices would linger in the haunted corridors, as the shadows of destiny loomed larger than ever before.
The abandoned asylum echoed with the haunting aftermath of the life-changing encounter. Sam and Dean, faces etched with the weight of their decisions, hastily carried Jenna back to the dimly lit motel room. The once-familiar haven now felt like a battleground of emotions.
Jenna lay on one of the beds, her skin already bearing the pallor of transformation. The vampiric curse coursed through her veins, threatening to extinguish the last remnants of her humanity. Sam and Dean paced the room, their minds racing with conflicting thoughts.
"We can't just let her turn," Dean grumbled, frustration evident in his voice. "It's a death sentence."
Sam, however, couldn't shake the glimmer of hope. "There has to be a way, Dean. We've faced impossible odds before. Maybe there's a cure, a way to reverse the process."
As they deliberated, Jenna's eyes flickered open, now reflecting the crimson glow of a nascent vampire. She weakly raised her hand, her voice barely audible. "Guys, whatever you decide, I trust you. Just promise me one thing."
Both brothers turned their attention to Jenna, their expressions a mix of sorrow and determination.
"Promise me you'll always protect each other," Jenna whispered, her plea hanging heavy in the air.
The gravity of the situation settled upon the room, each passing second marked by the impending transformation. Sam and Dean exchanged a solemn nod, their unspoken commitment to Jenna echoing through the silent motel.
Realizing the urgency, Sam fervently began researching vampire lore, seeking any clue that could lead to a solution. Dean, torn between pragmatism and loyalty, kept a watchful eye on Jenna.
The room became a crucible of emotions, a battleground not just against supernatural forces but within the hearts of the Winchester siblings. As the motel's flickering light cast shadows on their strained faces, the bond that held them together faced its most formidable test.
The brothers knew that whatever decision they made would fracture the fragile semblance of normalcy they had clung to. In the face of the supernatural, destiny loomed large, and the Winchester legacy hung in the balance.
The motel room was cloaked in an atmosphere of uncertainty as Sam continued to sift through ancient texts, desperately searching for a glimmer of hope. Jenna's transformation progressed, her once vibrant eyes now betraying the ominous crimson hue of a vampire.
Dean, unable to bear the tension, approached Sam. "Any luck finding a cure?" he asked, his voice tinged with a mixture of anxiety and impatience.
Sam sighed, his eyes scanning the worn pages. "It's complicated, Dean. There are mentions of rituals, but they're risky, and success isn't guaranteed."
As the brothers deliberated, Jenna's condition worsened. Her strength waned, and the hunger that accompanied the vampiric transformation gnawed at her insides. She mustered the strength to speak. "I can feel it, guys. The change is happening fast."
A heavy silence hung in the air, broken only by the distant hum of passing cars. The brothers shared a glance, a silent acknowledgment of the agonizing decision that loomed over them. In that moment, they understood the gravity of the pact they were about to make.
Dean, steeling himself, approached Jenna's bedside. "We can't let you become a monster, Jenna. We won't."
Jenna, though weakened, managed a faint smile. "I trust you, Dean. Do what you have to."
The brothers exchanged a solemn nod, their unspoken bond resonating through the room. Dean raised the silver knife, his hand trembling with the weight of the impending choice. Sam, conflicted but resolute, placed a comforting hand on his brother's shoulder.
In a heartbeat, the room became a crucible of fate. The shadows of the night bore witness to the Winchester brothers' unwavering commitment to protect each other, even when faced with the most heart-wrenching decisions.
As Dean made the painful cut, severing the connection between Jenna and the darkness that threatened to consume her, a solemn pact with the night was forged. The room echoed with the echoes of sacrifice and determination, and the brothers, bound by blood and choice, faced the unknown path that lay ahead.
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Hey looking for a fanfic for supernatural, it’s a Dean x Sam x little sister. Base off the David Bowie “Hey little Sister”. Plot of the story is three are driving either back from or two a case, and long car rides cause some fun times to be had. Smut for sure. I can’t remember who the author is, been trying to find it for a while, any help would be great.
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hello you can make headcanons about yandere soft elijah mikaelson x fem human reader, where he has several yandere traits but to his lover he is a softie.
Alright anon, I GOTCHU.
Please don't be afraid to let me know how I did cause this is not only my first headcanon post but also my first Yandere one :)
Soft yandere!Elijah Mikaelson headcanons
Warnings: Starts off pretty calm but ends a little smutty so minors beware, sub!reader, yandere themes (possessiveness, manipulation, overprotective behavior, compulsion, mild obsession, denial of said obsession, unhealthy relationship tendencies, etc), breeding kink and edging mentioned, also more nsfw themes...
His siblings and enemies consider him to be noble, but when it comes to you? This man is everything but that.
Jealous, paranoid, overprotective? Yeah, that's Elijah.
The first time he met you had been under less than ideal circumstances but he couldn't help but take immediate note of how beautiful and strong you were. You helped the Salvatores to dagger him but that was quickly forgiven once you helped Elena undagger him a short time after. It was then that he saw that not only were you beautiful but you also had a good heart and were protective of the ones you loved, which was more than he could say for most of his past lovers, so he immediately set his sights on you.
Elijah needs to know where you are and what you're doing constantly or he stops functioning. Like he'll be more irritable than usual, snapping at his siblings, more aggressive with the men he's hired to watch you on the very few occasions when he can't, etc.
Most times he's following you with a small notebook where he writes down new things that he learns about you every day...though after enough time he's convinced that there's nothing about you that he doesn't know.
He saw you smiling at Damon for too long while watching you outside the Mystic Grill (without your knowledge) slashed Damon's car tires and ripped out his steering wheel.
His siblings tease him about his obsession with you and he denies it every time. "This isn't an obsession. I've simply taken a keen interest in her," he'll say.
Elijah takes note of your body language. And that's not just general things like how you struggle to hold eye contact with most people you talk to, or how you lick your lips and clench your jaw when you're frustrated. No, Elijah sees the smallest of habits that you don't even realize that you do on the regular.
He also knows your scent better than he knows himself. Elijah can actually smell your perfume/shampoo/lotion from a mile away and it actually comforts him the moment it hits his nose. When he's close enough or in a room with you, there are times when your scent becomes so overwhelming that he has to stop whatever he's saying or doing, close his eyes, and deeply inhale it so that he can go back to normal, (or as normal as he can pretend to be)
You are deeply involved in all the supernatural lore in Mystic Falls so you know that you're supposed to hate the Mikaelsons...but something about Elijah catches your attention. You liked how calm and composed he was or appeared to be in comparison to his brothers. Though he did things that sometimes hurt your friends, you could see and even appreciate the reasoning behind why he did them. He was also less impulsive than his brothers and sister in the same manner that you were less impulsive than your friends (the Salvatores, mainly).
You were one of the few people in Mystic Falls to engage in a conversation with Elijah that didn't end in a threat. You even once complimented the suit he was wearing that day and Elijah couldn't stop smiling for the rest of that day.
He has and will never lay a hand on you, even when his siblings demand that it would be strategic to harm you to persuade the Salvatores to do what they want. He actually threw Klaus into a bookshelf for even suggesting the idea.
Elijah sneaks into your house and watches you sleep on numerous occasions, and even though he knows it's wrong, he uses his abilities to force dreams he's had of the two of you together into your head while you sleep. He just wants you to see how good you could be together.
Since he started putting those dreams into your head, he's caught you stealing inquisitive glances at him, even with your friends around.
He hired someone to research your internet patterns and reading/music history and bought first editions of your favorite books/records and mailed them to your house that same week. You had no idea who sent them but the package was tied with a thick string that had a pattern that you could have sworn you saw on Elijah's tie the week before.
Since then you've been more hyperaware of your surroundings on your day-to-day. (You actually almost caught Elijah a few times but he managed to speed away before you could catch sight of him)
Elijah is known to be very patient in comparison to his siblings. This applies to you too. He wants you to see that he's the man that you belong with in your own time. But who says he can't continue to persuade you without brash tactics? So Elijah continues to send gifts, jewelry, and your favorite things to your house.
He saw you sitting at the edge of a creek one night and decided that this would be the one time where he would stop hiding and watching and just show his face. You two had a long conversation that night about the stars, (because he knew you were into astrology and astronomy) and he even told you that both your astrological signs were romantically compatible.
It was a lie and you both knew it but he loved the way it made you blush.
That was the night you two first kissed. It was better than the many many times he's imagined it. You were obviously apprehensive at first and he had to take the lead on it but he was more than happy to do so. You gave him your number and told him that you would be interested in going out with him. He already had your number for weeks before but you didn't know that.
It only took a few dates and late-night picnics for him to convince you to become his.
You noticed small differences in his behavior since you became official; he'd get slightly annoyed whenever he'd text or call and you'd say that you were with the Salvatores but if you were with Elena or any other female friends it was no problem, the deadly glares he'd send men in the street when you walked together and one stared at you for even a second (these men would end up missing dead in a dumpsterthat same night without your knowledge), or the way his grip on your hand would get tighter whenever you mentioned Klaus by name.
Once you started dating he insisted that you needed to live with him. He bought a house just so that the two of you could be alone and away from not only his siblings but the drama of Mystic Falls. You didn't agree at first, but Elijah sent two of his men to your house to fake a home invasion and that scared you right into his arms and your new home.
When you moved in with him, Elijah gave you a new phone and told you it was a housewarming present. It actually had a tracker in it and was connected to his own phone so that he could see every call and text you made. He asks you exactly where you're going whenever you leave the house. And of course, he checks his tracker just to double-check.
The longer you dated, the more violent Elijah got when it came to people who tried to harm you or take you away from him. But he never let you see him harm others, and on the rare occasions when you would, he'd compel you to forget it. He couldn't live with himself if he made you afraid of him.
Some of your family members got worried and upset when they went a whole month without seeing you and Elijah compelled them all to move across the country.
Despite having to do all of these outrageous things to keep you to himself, Elijah had never been happier. You were finally his and he would do anything to not only keep you his but to make you fall for him as deep as he had fallen for you.
He considers turning you because all he wants is to spend the rest of his life with you without worrying about human illness or one of his enemies taking you away from him, but he wants you to ask him to do it. He knows that bloodlust isn't something that everyone can handle and only wants you to be happy.
On nights when you'd get into arguments with your friends about your relationship with Elijah and come home sad and angry, he would hold you in his arms and kiss your head while you cried. He hated seeing you cry and would internally seeth with rage at your friends for making you sad. But he'd always find a way to calmly tell you that if it were up to him you'd never see the Salvatores ever again but he understands your loyalty. (he doesn't. he really doesn't like the Salvatores or how close they are to you.)
NSFW hcs up ahead...
Elijah is a primarily gentle lover by nature. For your first time, it was mostly because he thought he wouldn't get the chance to do it again and wanted to make the most of it while he could. But as you continued dating he was only rough with you when you asked him to be...which was most times.
On these days when you asked him to be rough...he would completely oblige. He would never degrade you but praises would easily fall from his lips while he pounded into you from behind with enough force to leave you limping the next day. "You look so beautiful taking me like this, love."
He gets extra possessive during sex. "No one else can ever make you feel this good, huh gorgeous? Tell me who's making you feel this good." "You're all mine, love. No one knows your body like I do," he'd growl with a hand softly resting around your throat while he drives into you with a finger fiddling with your clit. And Elijah was right. He knew what made you tick and what drove you crazy.
Elijah loves edging you. Like he will spend a whole hour working you with his hands or his mouth to the precipice of your orgasm only to pull away. He'd only indulge you once you were a sobbing, blubbering mess, begging for him to fuck you and let you come for him. You always wanted to be good for him so you'd never come without his permission.
He definitely feeds on you during sex (with your permission ofc). He loves the intimacy of the act and even makes you drink his blood sometimes. But Elijah also just loves the taste of your blood. It's painful every time he does it but you love the look of satisfaction that crosses his eyes once your blood hits his tongue, so you swallow the pain and allow him to do it every once in a while.
He absolutely LOVES leaving hickeys on your body. He would shout it from the highest rooftop that you were his if he could (he wanted to but you begged him not to), so for now, he's settled for leaving those deep red marks on your skin to let others know who you belong to. Once you tried to hide them with a scarf and he snatched the scarf from your neck and ripped it to shreds in front of your face.
Elijah worships your body during sex. He will caress and kiss every part he can get his hands on. He quite literally cannot get enough of you. His favorite parts of your body are your shoulder, your inner thighs, and your stomach.
You moaning or screaming his name drives Elijah FERAL. Actually, just you saying his name is music to his ears regardless of the setting. Your voice can soothe him in an instant or be his undoing in the bedroom.
There was one day that he got caught up in the moment and said, out loud, that he'd murder any man who even thought about seeing you like this. But you were so cockdrunk that you didn't register it.
Lastly. Breeding kink. Need I say more? Actually, I'll say more cause why not. Elijah obviously doesn't need to worry about surprise pregnancies with you but that doesn't stop him from whispering in your ears that he's gonna "fuck a baby into you," or that he "loves filling your womb with his come"
I know this was supposed to be soft yandere...but I feel like it kinda got away from me and strayed into REAL yandere territory so I hope that's okay?
Don't be afraid to comment or reblog and my requests are open! Hope you enjoyed <3
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POSSESSED - SPOOK'TOBER FIC
Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x Half-Sister! Reader
Warning: Smut. Incest. Dark. Non-Con. Dub-con. Somnophilia. Possessed!Aegon. Gagging. Crying Demonic powers at play! Paranormal/Supernatural kind of. MDNI
A/N: Seeing how you reacted to the snippet, I had to get this out there. For the people that didn't read this, it's slightly inspired by Talk To Me (2023). Aegon is an evil being and the whole fic is quite sick if I'm honest. I hope you all love it and get a drink because this is a long one.
The feeling he felt, it was stronger than hate. It twisted and turned in his stomach, deep and pitiful, crawling along his skin in a way that made him want to break something. And when his hand laid on top of your thigh, it couldn’t help but latch onto it, tightening around it till his knuckles grew white. It was only when you winced in the bed beside him did he release his hold, waking up from the trance he had lost himself in.
Then he could hear it again, the voice that whispered just quiet enough for him to hear. That same voice that told him to do things he knew he shouldn’t do, things that a brother shouldn’t do to his little sister.
“Touch her,” the voice told him and Aegon listened.
His hand slid across your subtle skin, reaching underneath the baggy t-shirt you wore, lifting it up till it rests above your hips.
Aegon couldn’t help the harsh breath he took when he noticed the thin white lace that covered your cunt. So sheer that he could practically see right through it, not that he hadn’t seen it before.
His fingers trailed upwards, over the material lightly, as if he was contemplating his next steps. No that it mattered because there was that voice again.
“You know you want to.”
This time Aegon answered back, “Just for a little bit.”
All it took was that thought, it would only be for a second, a moment to feel what he yearned for a lifetime. His fingers slipped in through the waistband of your panties, slowly moving further down till the palm of his hand was resting against your cunt. It was so warm there, so inviting as your thighs parted for him in your sleep.
“Only a second.”
Aegon bit on his lip, trying to contain himself as his fingers rubbed against you. It was slow as he tested the waters, watching every gentle rise and fall of your chest, making sure there was no sign of you waking up to his antics.
Not likely you would wake though, not with the pills that Aegon had made sure to crush into your evening tea. But he could never be too careful.
As soon as Aegon heard it, the light sigh from your lips, he found himself completely lost. The voice no longer needed to encourage him any further. It was him under control, completely him.
Within a second the t-shirt you were wearing was bunched up over your breasts, enough for Aegon to see. Lips wrapped around one of your nipples as soon as he got the chance, while his free hand fondled the other. He knew how it would get you, feeling the wetness already drip onto his fingers but it wasn’t enough yet. His mouth would switch to your other nipple, licking and pinching at it gently, until your breath caught in your throat and your chest lifted up to reach his face.
You wanted this, he could tell by the way you leaned into every subtle touch from him.
And Aegon would give his sweet sister everything she desired, even if she didn’t know what it was she truly desired yet.
With your slick loosening your walls, Aegon managed to slip a finger in. He was slow, thrusting it all the way in before taking it all the way back out again. He repeated until there was space enough for two and the sighs you were letting out were quiet moans.
Aegon felt content like this, watching your face contour as your walls squeezed around his fingers. The enjoyment from seeing you pleasured, taken care of, that’s all he needed. He could dream that his fingers were his cock, that he was taking this a step further.
But if you kept going the way you were going, slipping away from him like you were, he would have to show you where you really belonged.
“Or you could do it now,” The voice was back again.
Aegon pushed it away, shaking it off as he focused on the sounds falling from your lips. He didn’t want to do that, not with you like this, it wasn’t fair to you or to himself.
When he finally got to take your virginity, he wanted you to be awake for it. He wanted to see the dazed look in your eyes as he slipped into your walls for the first time, he wanted to hear you scream his name, have you begging in a way no one could.
He could feel your walls tightening around his fingers again, hips bucking up into his touch and he knew you were close. It was then Aegon became aware of how hard he was, feeling himself leak in his boxers. But that didn’t matter now, not when you were cumming on his fingers, dripping around them like never before.
“So good for me,” he whispered as he watched you ride out your high.
Once it was over, Aegon was quick to push your panties back up your thighs and pull your t-shirt back down. With you satisfied, he rested beside you, using the rest of the slick on his hand to fist the hardness in his pants.
He made sure to be pressed up behind you as he touched himself, lips pressed up against the shell of your ear as he inhaled your rich scent. These days it was the only way he could cum, if he was right next to you.
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Maybe Aegon had a few too many drinks, or he had taken a little something when none of you had been looking. But he had been off with everybody all night, especially you and you couldn’t quite pinpoint when it had started.
“It says here it’s almost eight hours on the plane to Volantis,” Aemond said, a chuff smile on his face as he practically threw his phone into Aegon’s face. “To think our beloved sister will be so far away, Aegon.”
Aegon slapped Aemond’s phone out of his face, giving him a cold glare.
“Why are you upset, Aegon?” Alicent hissed over the table. “You’re acting like a spoiled brat.”
You wanted to say something then as Aegon’s eyes caught yours from the other side of the table but no words reached your lips.
Within a second of the waiter reaching the table again, the attention of your family turned and before they could realise it, Aegon slipped away. And you shortly after followed him.
Aegon’s steps were fast, moving through the restaurant with a certain impatience about him as if he needed to get anywhere that wasn’t here. At first you thought you lost him, your steps not being able to catch up to him until you noticed his white tuft of hair slipping into the restrooms.
It took you a moment before you decided to follow him inside, looking around to check no one caught you. You slipped inside, closing the door behind you.
You were shocked to see Aegon hunched over the bathroom sink, shaky breaths leaving him. His hair was a dishevelled mess, the first few buttons of his collar loosened and it was as if his shirt was clinging to him with sweat.
Before you knew it you were standing next to him, hand lifting to press against his shoulder to make yourself known.
But he already knew you were there.
Aegon looked up noticing your presence and for a second you swore his pupils were completely black. And not like they were dilated but instead completely hollow and dissolved of all colour.
For the first time in your life you flinched away from your brother. And when you looked back his eyes were the violet they had always been, just filled with tears that you couldn’t explain.
“Aegon,” you were lost for words, hand shaking in front of you.
“You said you were going to go to Dorne with me,” Aegon let out in a staggered breath, his voice becoming strained from the tears lodged in the back of his throat. “You told me you wanted to be where your mother grew up. To finally experience that side of your life. I picked Dorne for you.”
“I haven’t even picked yet,” you told him, trying to calm him down.
“But it’s why we are out here, isn’t it? Because you got into Volantis?” Aegon’s tears were mixed with an anger you couldn’t quite grasp. An anger that was making you see a new side to him that you didn’t like.
“You could at least try to be happy for me,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. “Ever since I opened that letter the other day you’ve been nothing but vile towards me. And I can’t truly understand it.” Your attention turned as you tried to think but only irrational thoughts came to your head. “Are you jealous?”
“Jealous,” he chuckled, shaking his head.
“What else could it be?” You questioned, throwing your arms up in disbelief.
“You’re a traitor, you know that?” Aegon spat at you, knuckles turning white as he gripped onto the edge of the sink. “You lied to me so you can whore yourself at some other university eight hours away.”
“Are you in love with me or something?” You didn’t mean it, in fact you weren’t even sure where it had come from.
Aegon became quiet, eyes breaking away from yours again.
For a second you thought you had your answer.
Until Aegon hunched over, groaning as if he was in some sort of intense pain.
Then he collapsed.
You didn’t know what came first, your screaming or Aegon’s writhing figure being smashed repeatedly into the floor.
All you remembered was a few waiters finding you with Aegon’s head in your lap, blood dripping from his nose as you clutched onto his shoulders.
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“And you say he’s never suffered from seizures before?”
Alicent was quick to shake her head at the doctor's question, turning to look at Aegon in the hospital bed.
“Anything that you know that might have triggered this?” The doctor asked.
She was about to shake her head again but you stopped her by speaking.
“He was really upset at dinner,” you said without thinking. “I’ve never seen anything like it before.”
“Emotional stress can cause seizures,” the doctor said, writing stuff down on her clipboard. “Especially if he has been feeling this way for a while. But I can’t be sure.”
“When will we be able to take him home?” Alicent asked.
“I’d like to keep him in for overnight observations,” the doctor told you both, “He seemed to have hit his head pretty hard. I think it’s best just to be able to keep an eye on him here.”
“Can I stay with him?”
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You can’t really remember how you had convinced the doctors to let you stay overnight, maybe it was that pathetic look of sadness over your face, but they managed to agree that it might be best if Aegon had someone he knew when he woke up. He had been under enough stress as it was.
With the blinds closed, and the steady beep of Aegon’s heart monitor you managed to get to sleep. Only to be woken a few hours later, to utter silence in the room.
There was a panic that set over you when you realised you couldn’t hear Aegon’s heart monitor, body lifting from your seat before you even had fully woken up. It wasn’t on and for a moment your heart stopped beating in your chest.
A hand reached out to you, cold to the touch as Aegon whispered, “I’m here.”
You sighed, clutching onto his hand as a wave of emotions washed over you.
Aegon didn’t hesitate to pull you into his side, making space for you on the bed next to him. “It’s okay, I’m fine.”
Even though you could hear him, feel him against your skin, the fear that had settled in your bones was already there. It wrecked through your body as you clung onto him, sobbing into his chest as though he had died.
It took at least half an hour before your breathing was steady and you could speak again.
“I’m sorry,” you gulped, pressing your forehead against his. “I didn’t realise how upset you were. I shouldn’t have antagonised you like that.”
“You didn’t mean it,” Aegon reassured you, wiping your hair out of your damp face. “It wasn’t your fault.”
“I should have listened to you-” Your words got lodged in your throat, “I could have at least tried.”
“It’s okay, really,” his voice was soft and his breath was warm against your face. “We are here now.”
“I should have never said that.” You shook your head at the thought, burying your face further into his chest. “I should have never insinuated that. Said that you were in love with me.”
“But I do love you,” Aegon’s lips were pressed against your forehead as he said this.
“I know that,” you laughed slightly, allowing your eyes to close for a second. “But not like that. You’re not in love with me.”
“I am in love with you,” Aegon whispered, so very sure of himself as he spoke.
There was a knot in your stomach you couldn’t shake, one that had you moving your head to look up at him. “I don’t think you get what I mean.”
Even in the darkness you could still make out his face, the furrow of his dark eyebrows and the squint of his eye. As if there was nothing to be confused about, as if it was that easy.
“Aegon, you don’t mean that.” With each word you tried to lean away, only to realise how close you both were to each other.
“I do mean it though,” Aegon repeated, speaking as if it was the clearest thing in the world. “I’ve always loved you like this.”
“No.” You don’t even realise how far you’ve pushed away from him until you’ve fallen backwards on the floor, smacking into the hard ground. You squealed slightly, moving around to try and pick yourself up.
But when Aegon slipped out of his bed, towering over your form, you practically threw yourself towards the door. That knot in your stomach started to hurt, making you feel like you could hurl on the cold tiled floor. When you thought you had caught the handle of the door, something took your balance from underneath you, making you slip all over again.
“It doesn’t make any sense,” you told him, trying to push yourself towards the door until a foot stepped onto your hand. You let out a cry then, trying to push his weight off of you, just to be able to reach the door. “Aegon, please.”
Then he was gone again, stepping behind you and out of sight.
You scrambled to reach for the door, arm reaching out to yank it open only for the door to be slammed into its place. The sound of the locks clicked closed and when you reached for the handle again, it would barely move.
Then you saw him again, through the reflection of the window in the door, his eyes darker than before. “It makes perfect sense actually.”
Within a second he threw something over your head, giving you no time to speak as he wrapped it around your mouth. It had you gagged and the material felt like some sort of hospital bandage, one that Aegon wrapped a few more times to keep you silenced.
“I mean I applied to go to Dorne for you,” Aegon stated, an unsettling coldness to his voice. He wrapped his arms around your frame, dragging you back to his hospital bed. “I got dad to bribe them to get me into that university. All because I thought you were going to go there next year. I spent my first year studying from home most of the time and for the other half I spent phoning you. Was it not clear that I just wanted to be around you?”
Your hands were clawing at him to stop, but no matter how deep your nails dug or how hard your fists slammed at him, it was like he didn’t feel it.
“I’ve always loved you,” Aegon threw you on the bed, quick to shove himself on top of your frame to stop you moving. “You’re meant to love me.” His forehead was pressed against yours now, his breath feeling hot on your skin.
This wasn’t happening.
Your hands slipped out of his grip for a moment, allowing you to claw at the fabric in your mouth in hopes to get it out. But it was too tight, stuck between the barriers of your teeth and while you were distracted with that, Aegon was distracted with yanking your sleeveless dress off.
A scream left you, muffled by the bandage between your lips, a pathetic attempt for someone to hear you.
If you thought that would make Aegon angry, you were wrong. Aegon was a mix of emotions but the one emotion that he was right now, was humoured. You could tell in the way he chuckled into your bare skin, laughing at your attempts to push him away.
This wasn’t the older brother you knew. Aegon was sweet and caring with you, pushing his selfish tendencies to the side to always make you happy. He had never done anything to hurt you, never did anything to make you believe he had this sort of side.
But when his face hovered over yours again, his hands pinning yours to the side. You weren’t even sure this was your big brother at all. His pupils were blown, the violet replaced with a black. This was a monster and as long as you knew Aegon, he had always been some sort of a monster, just never one to your story. Not until now.
“You’re supposed to love me,” Aegon told you, pressing his whole body against your frame. Only the thin fabric of his hospital gown between you both, making you realise how close he was to getting to what he wanted. “You’re supposed to be in love with me.”
He was wedged in between your legs before you noticed, making it impossible for you to move. Especially when his body felt like an immovable weight, suffocating as he lay on top of you.
Eventually you realised he was ignoring your sobs, your trembling body and every slap and scratch to his body. You became limp at this, only shaking from the slight cries leaving your lips. There was nothing left in you to fight anymore, Aegon had won whatever sick game he had been playing.
There was something in him that was pleased at this notion, having you become submissive under his touch. His hands trailed the naked skin of your body, groping at every part as if he had never felt it before. And he was smiling, you could feel his grin pressed into the skin of your chest before his lips pathed their way down your frame.
The sickest part of it all was the fact you couldn’t deny how soft his lips felt across your skin. It was as if he was taking the time to get to know your body, to ingrain the memory into his mind. You hated the way it felt to be underneath him and you pushed away the thought that you could be enjoying this.
It wasn’t right, there wasn’t any way you could be enjoying this.
But when Aegon’s hips grinded into yours, it became harder to deny the possibility of taking your own pleasure from this.
When his head reached between your thighs, you were ready to clamp them down, close them while you had the chance. But Aegon had a strength you never knew about, shoving your thighs apart and holding your hips to the bed.
“Be good for me,” Aegon told you, pressing a few pecks along your inner thigh.
Like a predator, Aegon played with his food, nibbling and kissing the skin around your pussy before even touching it. Something that had you tensing, anticipating what was to come.
But like a starved man, when Aegon finally reaches your cunt, he wastes no time to dive his tongue in between your folds. Your thighs clamped around his head in an instance at the sensations, and Aegon didn’t even seem to fight against them, instead he used his arms to wrap them around them tighter.
You think at some point he said something but was muffled into the lips of your cunt.
Aegon seemed to know exactly what he was doing, when he lapped at your clit, moving his tongue to circle around it before giving it his divine attention. It was as if he already knew all the tricks to your body, your walls already clenching around nothing for him.
You were sure he couldn’t breathe down there, he should have been suffocating from how long he had been down there for but his face only seemed to bury itself further into you. If that was even possible.
Through the bandage stuck between your lips, you managed to let out a few strangled moans not even realising the noises were your own until you could feel Aegon chuckle against you. You struggled to bite them down, your back arching off the bed at the pleasure that was building in your stomach. There was no fighting the orgasm, not even as your hands tried to push his head away from between your legs. It was coming whether you liked it or not.
The way it washed over you was intense, making your arms weak as Aegon held your wrists against the bed. Even when your legs became lax, Aegon didn’t let up, lapping up any juices you had left for him.
“I almost forgot how heavenly you taste,” Aegon whispered, loud enough for you to hear him.
At first with his frame hovering over yours again and his lips kissing over your open mouth, you thought you hadn’t heard it. But it repeated again and again in your head, leaving you numb in a completely different way.
“I think we’ll be able to take this off now,” Aegon spoke, fingers slipping under the bandage behind your head. You didn’t know how he did it but you felt it loosen, your mouth able to fully close. “Better now?”
Aegon’s lips were shoved onto yours, nipping at your lips for some access, one that you were unwilling to give him until he had no other choice but to move his lips elsewhere.
“What did you mean?” You were breathless, your words coming through gasps that left your lips. “Aegon?”
He wasn’t listening, lips hot on your neck as he made his claim to the skin of your throat in purple and blue.
“You-” the words got caught in your throat as he pressed himself against you, his hardness catching you off guard, “You said you almost forgot.”
He began grinding his hips against yours, making you swallow any whimpers that rose from your throat. “I know what I said sister.”
He was listening to you then. When his face came to hover over yours again, the black void from his eyes still clear even in the darkness, you realised you had his full attention. And you knew it wasn’t because he wanted to listen to what you had to say. No. It was because he wanted to watch how you crumbled as he rubbed his cock against your soaked folds.
“Almost forgot how I-” you couldn’t even bring yourself to stay it, fighting against the thought as you closed your eyes. “As if you had-” This time it was a whimper being torn from your throat that stopped you mid sentence, something that made Aegon wickedly grin from above you. “As if you had-”
Then it was his lips cutting you off, intertwining with yours in the softest kiss. His tongue managed to slip in, allowing you to taste your sweetness.
With his mouth on yours, Aegon had you distracted momentarily, using this moment to slip his gown off. You only came to realise when his lips left yours and you could feel his leaking tip pressed against your entrance. Without a moment’s hesitation, Aegon sunk himself into your walls, watching as your lips parted in a harsh gasp as he stretched your walls for the first time.
Your insides screamed in pain while Aegon moaned in pleasure, his hand cupping your cheek.
“As if I had tasted you before,” Aegon finally finished your sentence for you. “As if I had eaten out my sweet little sister before.” He seemed proud of himself, caging you in with a wicked grin. “Don’t worry. I never went this far. I always wanted you to be awake when I finally got to fuck you.”
“You’re sick,” you sobbed, feeling your world crumble around you at his confession.
It wasn’t because he was taking you when you had begged him not to, that he had been doing so for months without you even realising. It was because all those years you had spent with him, always confessing to him in hushed voices how he was your favourite sibling, and how you were his too, were ruined by this. Every memory, every thought, had been twisted into this awful nightmare that your brother had never seen you as his sister.
And as the black of his eyes faded back into the beautiful violet you recognised, you were only reminded that you were living in his sick fantasy.
“The way your pussy is clenching around me right now makes you just as sick as I am,” Aegeon announced, thrusting himself slightly harder into you. “You like this just as much as I like it.”
You wanted to tell him no but one harsh curve of his hips into yours had your throat choked on a moan. A start to many as you felt your walls begin to accept him, eyes fluttering at the feeling of his cock massaging your walls. It was hard to fight against it when your nails were digging into arms for stability.
“You’re fine, baby,” Aegon reassured you, eyes softening at your fucked out expression. “Doesn’t this feel so good? So right?”
“Aegon,” It wasn’t meant to come out in a delicate moan, as if you were asking for more reassurance. At least that’s what you tell yourself as you try to sound more distraught. “Aegon.” This whimper sounds worse than the last one, pathetic as you clenched around him.
“I’ve got you.” Aegon cradles your body with his, intertwining your hands as he holds you. “Trust me.”
You wanted to scream at him, to push his hips from yours as his pace became suddenly frantic. But his hands stayed firm as they pinned yours down, using his lower body to do the rest of the work.
Your legs wriggled, feet pressing against his chest in hopes he would at least slow down. But with this new angle, Aegon was reaching into your stomach, making your legs tremble in a way you didn’t realise was possible.
You were repeating “No.” over and over again, hoping anyone would listen. But even your body was betraying you again as you felt that familiar sensation crawling over your body. You didn’t know how long you’d be able to hold on, trying to fight it off with everything you had left. But Aegon’s pace wasn’t letting up anytime soon and you felt your walls clench around him without warning.
Aegon was moaning into your mouth as this happened and it wasn’t till after the first waves of pleasure could you feel him spilling into your walls.
You were panting after this, trying to catch your breath but it felt impossible. Then there he was again, talking you through it as he wiped the sweat from your forehead.
“You’re fine baby,” Aegon promised, pecking the side of your lips. “I’m just making you feel good.”
When you looked up at him, noticing how he didn’t even seem phased from what had just happened, you realised this was far from over yet. And with your mind starting to slip in and out of consciousness, you couldn’t even seem to care.
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Hey I don't know if you've ever done a Winchester!sister story with the sister being really young and also much younger then her brothers, so I don't know if you would be able to do this request for me but I really hope you can:)
Anyway the request is 2 year old reader wakes her brothers up by crying and they get up and find her in her crib her onsie pajamas buttons is open as if she tried to get rid of it and then when Dean picks her up he feels the heat radiating from her.
Both Dean and Sam know they have to take care of the situation. Dean takes her temperature, and they find out she is sick and they take care of her and so on and so on. This is just a type of summary so you can change things as much as you like. I love a good fluff and angst story;)
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Sick Bug
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Summary: When you wake up feeling sick, your big brothers are there to help make you feel better.
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You were crying again. Poor baby had been restless all day, tossing and turning as if you were trying to escape a force that wasn’t there. At first your brothers thought you were just over tired: the three of you had been on the road all day. Travelling with a toddler was dangerous business, so Sam and Dean tried not to do it often, but with Cas MIA and Bobby out of town they were left with no choice.
They had lay you down to rest not too long ago, but you had been restless since then. You had protested being put to bed in the first place, clinging to Dean with your little hands but after some coaxing he had managed to get you to sleep. That and you were absolutely exhausted and struggling to keep your little eyes open.
Then your eyes had come flying open and your little whimpers filled the room. You were too hot and felt like you were going to suffocate as your squirmed, trying your unbutton your pyjamas. Your head ached and your sinuses were uncomfortably blocked, throwing you off balance.
Dean rose slowly from his slumber, altered by your cries. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he made his way to your crib where you were sat up trying to struggle out of your onesie. Sam rolled over to glance at your from his bed. He hadn’t really been sleeping, but seeing as Dean had made his way over to you he didn’t feel the need to.
“What’s the matter, huh sweetheart?” Dean frowned as he reached out to pick you up. Your arms reached out instinctively to grab him as you continued to cry.
The second you were in Deans arms he became increasingly worried about the warmth that radiated off of you and he shot a look to Sam who, at his brothers concerning lack of speech, clambered out of bed and moved cumbersomely towards you.
You buried your face into the crook of Deans’s neck trying to hide from the ache. His skin provided some relief and you sniffled. Dean further furrowed his brow. Your skin was hot. Too hot.
“Sweetheart?” Dean tried to coax your face away from his neck. He brushed away the stray hairs that your cold flush of sweat had plastered to the edge of your face before pressing his palm to your forehead. “She’s warm, Sammy.”
“You feeling poorly, kiddo?” Sam asked, taking you from Deans arms. You clung to him closely and nodded feebly.
Dean moved quickly towards the first aid kit, rummaging around for the thermometer as Sam bounced you up and down gently in his arms to try and soothe you a little. The eldest Winchester’s movements were somewhat panicked as he pulled out the glass cylinder.
“Alrighty sweetheart, open up.” He tried to persuade you to place the tube under your tongue. When you finally stopped trying to turn your tired face away and they had convinced you to hold it in your mouth for long enough, Sam pulled out to reveal that the line had skyrocketed to 101.
“Fever.” Sam confirmed, showing his brother the thermometer. He shifted you in his arms. “Explains why she can’t sleep.”
Suddenly you were overtaken by a fit of harsh, dry coughs that tore through you. Sam winced, rubbing you back gently.
“S’mmy…” you blubbered gripping his shirt tightly.
“Shh. It’s alright sweetheart we’ve got you.” Sammy moved over to the bed, still cradling you in his arms. He looked up at Dean. Realistically he knew that you would be fine, but he had never dealt with anything like this before and it worried him.
Dean on the other hand knew how to handle the situation. He had dealt with Sammy being ill plenty of times when he was younger. But when he looked at your flushed and sweaty cheeks and the way your body shivered ever so slightly, he couldn’t help but feel awful. As though he should have found someone to take care of you instead. But watching you curled up in his brother’s arms he realised he had more pressing matters to worry about.
Moving back to the first aid box, he pulled out a dose of medicine, cursing silently when you were overrun by another coughing fit. It was followed by another whimper. Sam slowly removed the outer layer of your onesie hoping that he could cool you down quicker. Still you clung to him closely, too young to understand that you might get him sick as you sniffled against him, but Sam didn’t care. He would risk being sick if it meant taking away your pain.
“Here we go sweetheart.” Dean wandered back over, a cool glass of water on one hand and a medicine in the other: one of those small sachets that they kept on hand in case of emergencies. “This will help you feel all better.” He promised.
Reaching out you held onto the cup, and with Deans help took a few sips. The icy water soothed the back of your throat and you sighed in content, setting back into Sam a little. It took a little more convincing for you to take the medicine. Tired and overwhelmed you had tried to refuse the bitter taste. But in the end Sam had promised you that you would feel much better if you took it, so reluctantly you let the liquid slide over your tongue.
It wasn’t long after that that you began to grow tired. Your little eyes struggled to stay awake as you lay curled up in Sam’s lap. Dean had perched beside him, watching shitty cartoons to help keep him awake so he could monitor your temperature in case you got any worse. Though as your ragged breaths evened out into tiny half-snores, the medicine seemed to be doing its job as your temperature seemed to slowly fall back down to a slightly more normal number.
At some point, Sam had also fallen asleep. Rubbing circles on your back and smoothing over your hair had lulled him into slumber. Dean smirked and pulled the bedcovers over the two of you. It looked like you weren’t going back to your bed tonight.
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POV: Your camara roll if you were the Winchester's little sister
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The Loudest Silence
Sam and Dean Winchester x little sister!reader
Requested by Anonymous
Synopsis: You become mute after seeing Sam die in season 2, and it’s something he and Dean have to figure out together when he comes back.
Dean should’ve left you behind. He should’ve gotten there sooner. He should’ve saved Sam. He shouldn’t have let you see your big brother die.
You were sitting by Sam’s bedside, and Dean didn’t have the heart to tear you away. It didn’t feel right, letting you sit there beside your dead brother, but it felt even more wrong to tell you you couldn’t.
You hadn’t spoken, not since it happened, and Dean didn’t have the energy to try to get you to speak. He didn’t feel much like talking now, either, although it seemed different than you. He was grieving; you looked haunted.
“Hey kid.” Dean turned his head to look at you as Bobby walked up to speak with you. Bobby had decided to leave, and Dean refused to go with him, but Dean wanted you to go. You didn’t belong here, you shouldn’t have had to see Sam die, and you shouldn’t be sitting by his body now. You would be better off with Bobby, but Dean needed time to himself.
“Kid, Dean’s gonna stay here for a little while, but I want you to come home with me, alright?”
Bobby got no response. You didn’t even take your eyes off of Sam to look at him.
“Hey.” You flinched as Bobby placed a hand on your shoulder, and finally your eyes met his. “You’re gonna come home with me, ok?” It wasn’t exactly a question; neither Bobby nor Dean was about to let you stay here, but Bobby didn’t exactly want to drag you either, so he was willing to take it slow.
You didn’t speak, but you nodded and stood, one hand coming up to latch onto Bobby’s jacket. He noticed, but didn’t comment.
Dean watched as your eyes lingered on Sam’s body as you followed Bobby outside. Just before the door closed behind you, your gaze shifted to Dean.
He would never be able to forget that haunted look in your eyes.
…
It had been two weeks. Sam had come back not long after his death, but it had been two weeks since you’d spoken.
Once Sam had figured out that he had actually died, he understood your response a bit better, but it was no less troublesome. If Sam was worried about your condition, Dean was beside himself.
As if your sudden silence wasn’t scary enough, you had also glued yourself to Sam. Everywhere he went, you were there, the corner of his jacket fisted in your hand as you shadowed him. Sam didn’t seem to mind at first, but as the days wore on, it became obvious that this may not be a temporary thing. Sam had begun trying to get Dean to help him force you into some healthy distance, but Dean had refused.
Sam didn’t understand, but Dean couldn’t bring himself to force you out of what made you feel safe. It was his fault that you felt this way, after all. He’d let Sam die, and it was his fault that you’d been there to see it. So no, he couldn’t hurt you even more.
“Hey kid,” Bobby said, and you looked up. “How’s about you come with me to the kitchen and we can fix some lunch?”
Bobby had been trying to coax you away from Sam for days, with no luck. Today didn’t seem to be any different as you shook your head, your body unconsciously leaning even closer to Sam as your fingers tightened around his hand.
“N/N,” Sam spoke very gently as he pried his hand carefully out of yours. “How about you go with Bobby, ok? I’ll be right here, won’t move a muscle, I promise.” As soon as his hand was out of yours, you’d moved your hand to his jacket, unwilling to let him put distance between you.
Dean watched the exchange silently, unwilling to participate but hoping that you would listen to the men.
You were quite a long moment, your gaze fixed on Sam as his eyes bore into yours, silently pleading for you to listen. Finally, your fingers went slack on Sam’s jacket, and you turned your attention to Bobby. You gave him a slight nod and held your hand out to him.
Bobby was most certainly not one for hand holding, but after this victory he’d make an exception for you. He closed his fingers around yours and led you into the next room.
“She’s getting better,” Dean said finally.
“It might go faster if you helped,” Sam grunted.
“I don’t want her to feel ganged up on.” Dean’s excuse was a lie, and they both knew it.
But neither man said a word.
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Sam sat on the edge of his bed, breathing a sigh of relief when you finally fell asleep. He knew it could be a while before he got some time away from you, so he planned on using it wisely.
As soon as Dean stepped into the motel room, Sam practically cornered him.
“We have to talk,” Sam said.
“Alright…” Dean glanced at your sleeping form, then back at Sam. “Why can’t she hear it?”
“She doesn’t have to be a part of this. Dean, how could you do it?” Sam swallowed “how could you…how could sell your soul?”
“You know why.” Dean shook his head. “I wasn’t going to let you stay dead.”
“You can’t mess with death like that!”
“I already did, and we’re not going to change it by talking about it.”
“It’s not just me, you know,” Sam said. “She’s gonna have to watch you die.”
“You think I did this thinking it would hurt her?” Dean shook his head. “I did this for her! You’ve seen what she’s going through now, and that’s with you back! What do you think would’ve happened to her if you stayed dead!”
Both boys were so caught up in their argument that they didn’t see you slip out of bed.
“She could’ve gotten over it,” Sam continued. “But now we all have to go through this all over again, we-“
“I don’t care!” Dean ran a hand over his face, still not noticing as you stepped up behind Sam.
“Exactly!” Sam threw up his hands. “That’s the problem, Dean! You didn’t do this for her, you did it for you!”
“I-“
“No!” Sam interrupted. “No, just shut up!” Sam flinched when he felt your hand touch his arm, and turned to look down at you.
You were staring up at him, eyes wide.
“Not…not you,” Sam’s voice had gone surprisingly quiet, and his features softened into a melancholy expression. “Sweetheart, what I want from you is for you to talk again.”
Your mouth opened, like you were trying to speak, before slowly closing again. You launched yourself forwards, and Sam held you tightly in his arms as you began to cry against him.
“I know,” he whispered. “I know you’re hurting, kid. But I want you to come back to us. You haven’t been the same, and we miss you.”
His argument with Dean was far from over, but this was far more important.
Dean watched his siblings, and he struggled to reign in his emotions when he saw you, still struggling to try to speak. He knew you were trying, and he would never forgive himself for being the cause of it.
“Dean.”
Both brothers were alerted by the sound of your voice, though it was scratchy and near-silent. It was then that Dean noticed your hand, stretching out towards him.
“Hey baby,” he put on a smile for you. “I’m here.”
“Sam.”
Sam smiled when you reached up to play with his hair, the way you had when you were little.
“Hey, you ok?”
“Don’t fight.”
“Yeah, o-ok.” Both brothers knew that Sam’s words were just to appease you, but they were done fighting for the moment. “You feeling better?”
You gave a gesture that was half nod, half shrug, but it was enough.
“Yeah?” Sam smiled. “It-it’s good to hear your voice.”
You looked up at Sam, and his worry eased at seeing the smile on your face.
“I love you.”
Neither brother had to fake their smile at your words.
“Yeah, we love you too.”
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Hi! I just had a quick ask, you know those slideshow poems on TikTok? Could you do an Imagine where Dean and Sam walk into (sister) who is got stuck watching them on her fy page? And she is like sobbing because most of them hit close to home? Thanks!
Warnings : None, just fluff.
A/N : baby I have no idea what a slideshow poem is 😏 I looked and I looked on google but gave up and decided to go into it blindly.
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Click
You lock your phone the moment the door to your room opens.
Gluing the device to your chest, you look up to come face to face with both of your brothers.
How did they make it so close to your bed ?
"Baby, what's wron-why are you crying ?" Sam questions you while dean is frantically looking through your face for answers. "What it is ??"
Your only response was a little squeaking noise. And more tears streaming out of your eyes.
"What." Sam forces your face to the side to meet his eyes. His eyebrows are frowned and he's....he's- A sob echoes through the room and the noise is loud in your own head. But you couldn't stop.
"It's these goddamned tiktoks that-that"
You hear a low chuckle and you cry even harder. They're-They wouldn't understand.
"Don't laugh a-at mee.." you whine through sobs. Meanwhile Dean is gently taking the phone from your hand. And as soon as he unlocks the phone the video plays again, causing your hand to travel to your face. You cover your eyes and mouth, trying as hard as you can not to cry again as the words flash through your brain.
You look up at Dean to ask him to stop the video, only to find him mockingly mirroring your expression..... His eyebrows drawing closer to each other his lips widening in a slow motion.
"Oh, sweetheart. Come here." Sam coos in a gentle tone before he jumps on the bed to position himself right in the middle. "Come here." He repeats. And as soon as he does so, his arms invite you into a tight embrace. "It's okay..."
You hiccup, shaking the whole thing off....That is before Dean mocks you again, causing tears to pool at your eyes. "Saaaammy."
You whine, silently motioning for him to shut his brother the hell up.
"Dean." A low growl leaves Sam's lips and Dean sighs.
"I'll stop. I'm sorry, kid."
You glare at Dean.
"I'm a boomer. I don't get these things.." A nervous chuckle. And an uncertain smirk appears before he bends down on you.
You unconsciously lean further into Sam's chest as you shut your eyes. But your body relaxes when puckered lips gently touch your forehead.
"I'm sorry you're hurtin' kid."
You flutter your eyes open, directly meeting Dean's. He sympathetically smiles. His eyes glisten.
He does look sorry. he's not really the type to know how to deal with these kinds of situations. But he does feel for you. That's good enough.
You hold out your arm, wiggling your fingers for him to hold.
Dean wraps his hand around yours, squeezing gently on the latter. A sign of sympathy. "Thank you." You whisper. It is good enough.
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ahah, sorry for that amazing ending ❤ anyways, i hope you enjoyed it. Requests are open ❤❤❤🌹🌹🌹
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Nightgown
Nightgown
Prompt from HERE
Summary: Dean has a rough night, but little sister is there to help.
WC; nothing
“No. No. NO!”
Dean tossed and turned, gasping for air.
“Bub?” His little sister walked slowly into his room. “Oh, no.” She tucked her blanket under her arm.
YN took in the scene of her brother begging for something, but she didn’t know what. Seeing his eyes scrunched closed, she turned the lights on. His nightmare wouldn’t let go of him. YN walked to him and nudged him softly.
“Dean,” she said loudly but calmly. YN stroked his arm, “Bub, you gotta wake up.”
“Huh?”
“You okay, Dean?” YN rubbed her eyes, Dean feeling guilty that she woke up because of him.
“Yes, I am okay.” He sat up and saw his six year-old sister in her nightgown. He opened his arms to her. “Just a bad dream, that’s all.”
YN walked to him and let him tuck her into his chest.
“Thanks for checking on me, sweetheart. Will you stay with me tonight?” He smiled.
“Okay,” YN squealed. “I need my stuffie, hold on!”
He laughed as she ran back and in and landed on his bed.
“You can be my stuffie tonight, okay?”
“Okay, bubby.”
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Not many people write for Twilight anymore! I'd love to see the Cullens(separate) with a mate that has a young child in her care. Could be her own or she adopted the child when her parents(family friends of hers with no other family) passed away. Thinking she'd be about 18 and the kid is 2 yrs old. Please and thank you!!!
Cats in the cradle(Cullen family)
Paring: mother!Reader X OC!Child, Mate!Reader X Cullens(separate)
Carlisle cullen:
You had a son named Jason from a previous relationship. His father is a good dad but the relationship between you and him didn't end well.
Carlisle first interaction with Jason was when he broke his arm on the playground and had to get a cast.
When you and carlisle do start your relationship carlisle works hard to be a good father figure and you can tell he genuinely cares for him.
Like I said before his real dad is a good dad but he's not around much which causes Jason to he closer to carlisle is some ways.
If your son is in Marching band or sports, what ever the case is carlisle will go see your son do what he dose best.
Carlisle would do anything for your kid. He wants to play baseball he'll teach him, he wants to watch a movie carlisle would build a theater room for him. Carlisle spoils him.
Carlisle protects him and you both from the supernatural world as long as he can.
Carlisle asked Jason what he thought about marrying you and Jaosn was over the moon excited. He got to be carlisle best man and everything.
Jason will call him pops or old-man.
As he gets older he'll start wanting to be around Carlisle more and even wants to go to medical school like him.
Emmett cullen:
Your the oldest Clearwater sibling and you have a five year old sister named Lily who turned five when your dad died.
She's been around Emmett since she was two and she's always loved him. At first Emmett would be scared to be around her or hurt her.
It didn't matter to her cus' she'd always follow him around when she was with you guys.
She'll always want to play games with him and help work on cars with him.
She thinks he's a giant and thinks of him as a big brother.
When Harry died all she wanted to do was be around you guys. At the funeral Emmett held her as she cried.
Emmett always knows how to make her laugh. You can't take those two anywhere 😂
Those two have millions of inside jokes
Edward cullen:
You Became a teen mom unexpectedly and the father of your daughter Phenox couldn't care less.
You we're embarrassed to tell your new boyfriend Edward about the situation, not about your daughter(you loved everything about her) but mostly the stuff leading up to your bundle of joy.
Edward didn't care and wanted to be a the father to her like Carlisle had done for him.
Sometimes he'll do the wrong thing with good ententions. Like if your daughter wants to watch a horror movie he'll let her so she's happy. The down fall is her nightmares. He'll balme himself for a couple of days and keep apologizing to you both.
She loves to when he reads to her. His voice is calming in her opinion.
He's very over protective.
Her mind makes him laugh. It's always thinking of something joyful or silly.
At some point she calls him dad and he's over the moon about it. The family has never seen him so happy.
Jasper Hale:
About two years into your relationship your aunt and uncle died unexpectedly. They left behind your three year old cousin Lucas, and thats where you and Jasper come in.
When you got the call about becoming his legal guardian you didn't hesitate. Jasper was a little nervous about, but he wasn't gonna say no.
When you first brought him home Jasper had no idea what to do, he's never been around a kid that age before. Maybe Renesmee but she was only three for about four days and he was gone all that time.
Lucas settled in with the family quickly and over time Jasper and him grew super close.
Lucas loves history so he's always wanting war stories from Jasper.
Jasper would do anything for the kid and thinks he's the only pure thing in his life.
He strives to be a better person because of Lucas.
And Jasper thinks lucas is his kid no matter if they Share the Same blood or not.
Esme Cullen:
Esme is a mother at heart so she immediately took your two year old son under her wing.
She loves Danny with all her heart and felt she finally had a family.
Danny loves helping her with anything and everything. He just wants to be around her.
Sometimes you joke Danny loves her more than you.
Danny calls her mommy and you mama.
He feels so lucky to have two amazing moms like you two.
Rosalie Hale:
You Became the Gardian of your little brother Tom after your parents lost him through CPS. Knowing how awful your parents are you immediately brought him home with you to the Cullen.
Carlisle said he could move in mean he'd be around Rose more often. Rose always wanted to be a mom so she immediately took the roll as the amazing step-mom
She always wants to babysit and take care of him. She'll get him anything that his heart wants.
She'll read to him every night and if he wants to sleep your guys bed he will.
Tom loves her and thinks of her as a amazing step mom but still sees you as his sister. When he got older you explained everything to him. After that he didn't care and still saw you guys as his care givers and loving parents.
Alice Cullen:
Can't say much about this one. You have a Son named Owen and it was totally unexpected when Alice started dating you.
She's not awful to him at all it's just she doesn't know how to interact with him.
They have small talk if it's just the two of them but other than that is not fun to be together with out you.
Over time the two got used to each other but at the same time the two bickered.
Alice truly dose love him like her own son but doesn't know how to show it. She's protective and over time it annoys Owen.
You and Alice have had fights about owen but it's never serious. Owen and Alice relized they had to learn to live together if they want to be with you so they did.
Other than that Alice and owen are cool with each other, they're just not as close as you wished they were.
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Summary: Vampires are coming out of the Upside Down and going mainstream in Hawkins. Because of that, the town has become a bit of a tourist destination for people fascinated by vampire lore and the supernatural. Trying to outrun the dark secrets of your past, you decide to lay low in the small town and get a job at a human/vampire crossover bar called Main Vein. You are a recluse who drives a hearse; you have plenty of scars both internal and external. It's been 10 years since Eddie was turned, and the trailer park he lives in is nothing but vampires, that is, until you move in next door. Typical you: running from danger only to find it again.
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