Sam and Dean Winchester x little sister!reader
Synopsis: A few times your big brother Dean scares you.
Your big brother Dean would do anything for you, you knew that. Heâd practically raised you, taking care of you when John wasnât able to. He loved you and Sam more than anything, and you felt the same way about him.
But that didnât change the fact that sometimes, Dean scared you.
You were hunkered down in the back of the Impala while Sam and Dean yelled at each other outside about their new buddy, Gordon.
You didnât like Gordon, he freaked you out. And while Dean seemed to trust him completely, Sam was more on your side; hence their argument.
You couldnât hear what they were saying, and you honestly didnât care that much. That is, until Dean reared back his fist and punched Sam square in the face.
You scrambled to get out of the car before you noticed that Sam didnât try to reciprocate. They exchanged a few more heated words before finally heading towards the Impala.
You were quiet that night, even after the vampires and Gordon had been taken care of. Your mind replayed the image of Dean punching your brother over and over again.
You felt ridiculous, lingering over something that even Sam seemed to have forgotten. But you couldnât help but imagine that kind of anger directed at you. If he hit Samâthe brother that had been inseparable to him since basically birthâwhat did that mean for the others around him?
âHey kid,â Deanâs voice startled you out of your thoughts. âIâm going for a supply run, wanna come with?â
âN-no Iâm good,â you cursed the stutter that came out and forced yourself to calm down. You were only freaked because youâd been thinking about the punch, not because you were actually scared of DeanâŚ
Your thoughts had once again distracted you, so when Dean made his next move you did something unexpected.
Dean raised a hand to run it through his hair, and your body reacted instinctively, following your current state of mind. You visibly flinched back, away from Dean, and it didnât go unnoticed. Both Dean and Samâwho had looked up to watch the exchange at the wrong momentânoticed your reaction, and they responded in very different ways.
Dean seemed to freeze, his brows drawing together. Sam on the other hand reacted immediately, standing and taking Babyâs keys from Deanâs hand.
âActually, Iâll go on the supply run. I need some air anyway, you two hang out here.â
He was gone before either sibling could protest.
The silence stretched on for several long minutes before you realized the problem. You were waiting for Dean to bring up what had happened, and he was waiting for you to bring it up. Considering how stubborn you both were, this could go on forever, so you decided to speak first.
âWhy did you hit Sam?â
âIs that why youâŚâ you dropped your gaze to your hands when Dean trailed off. âHey,â he knelt beside the bed you were sitting on, his face flooding your vision. âCâmon, use your words.â
âDonât you do that,â Dean demanded, his hand coming up to your shoulder. âDonât be scared of me, not you. Not ever, I-I canâtâŚâ Dean swallowed. âDonât you ever be scared of me. I would never hurt you.â
âYou hit Sam,â you argued.
âSamâs different,â he insisted.
âWell for one, Samâs not a kid, ok? Heâs bigger than me, he can take a hit.â
When you didnât respond, he sighed.
âLook, I shouldnât have hit Sam, ok? But things are going on right now, things Iâd rather not explain. But I promise you, Iâm never gonna hurt you. Can you just trust me on that?â
âOk,â you muttered. I can do that.â
You were huddled on Bobbyâs couch, your knees curled up to your chest as you pretended not to hear the sounds coming from downstairs.
Your big brothers had caught a demon that could lead them to Crowley, and unfortunately he didnât feel like talking.
Dean had managed to get a few words out of the guy, so Sam and Bobby were following up on that lead, but it wasnât enough.
You were so wound up that when your phone rang you nearly fell off the couch. You answered when you saw Samâs name on the screen.
âDid you find anything?â
âNot quite,â Sam sighed. âI need to talk to Dean, but he left his phone here in the Impala. Can you get him?â
âYou-you want me toâŚâ you swallowed down the protest that you desperately wanted to make. âUm, ok, Iâll-Iâll go get him.â
You put Sam on mute as you padded down the stairs towards the sound of the demon screaming.
You hesitated at the bottom of the stairs, your body unwilling to move forwards. Frozen to the spot, you were forced to take in the scene in front of you. Dean, a knife glinting in his hands, had blood running down his arms and splattered on his shirt.
The demon was strapped down to a chair on top of a devilâs trap, bleeding from various cuts, his face steaming from the holy water Dean had just dumped on him.
But worse than the gruesome scene in front of you was the twisted smirk on Deanâs face as he splashed holy water onto his knife and sliced into the demonâs arm, causing more screaming. As soon as the screams died down, you were about to make your presence known when the demon suddenly caught sight of you. His wicked grin alerted Dean, and he turned to see what the demon was looking at.
Your breath caught in your throat as you took an unconscious step back. Upon seeing you, Deanâs features softened almost instantly, but that didnât take away what youâd seen. His mouth was still twisted in that awful grin, and to have it directed at you was even worse. The scariest thing though, was his eyes. They werenât angry, which wouldâve been scary enough.
There was a cool, harsh indifference in his eyes, as though he could just as easily shake your hand as cut off your head.
But when he saw you, a light seemed to enter his eyes, and the smirk dropped, but the ghost of those twisted featured lingered.
âYou shouldnât be down here,â Dean muttered as he stepped close to you.
âSa-Sammy called,â you mumbled nervously, holding up the phone.
Dean snatched up a wet rag from a metal table next to him, wiping some of the blood off his hands and taking your phone, but not before noticing how your outstretched hand was shaking. He followed your gaze to the demon behind him, who was watching your exchange with that awful grin on his face. When Dean turned back to you, though, he saw that you were now looking at him.
He couldnât decide whether the terror in your eyes was because of him, or the demon.
Dean leaned down and kissed the top of your head. âGo back upstairs.â
You gripped onto his arm, trying desperately to find comfort in the familiar gesture.
When he pulled away, you looked up into his eyes, trying to erase the memory of what youâd seen there.
âDonât,â you were surprised at the strain in Deanâs voice. âDonât look at me like that. Not you.â
You didnât have to ask what he meant. You lurched forward suddenly, wrapping your arms around your big brother, ignoring the blood on his jacket. He reciprocated, and the feeling of his strong arms around you abated your fear. It didnât matter what heâd done to that demon, Dean was still just Dean.
âAlright, Iâm gonna go in. You wait here.â
âAre you insane?â You scoffed as Sam stepped out of the car. âItâs Dean, Iâm coming.â
âWe donât know what he is right now, so no, youâre not.â
âThatâs ridiculous.â
âYou saw the black eyes, Y/N. Itâs not just Dean anymore. Now I mean it, stay in the car, Iâll be out with him soon.â
As Sam closed his door and walked into the bar, you reached down to unbuckle your seat belt.
âIf you wanted me to stay away, you shouldâve left me at the bunker.â
You couldnât help it. When you saw Dean for the first time in months, your body grew a mind of its own.
âDean!â Your features lifted in a grin as you rushed towards your big brother. All the air left your body in a huff when Samâs arm shot out to stop you, wrapping around your waist.
âWhatâs the matter, Sammy?â Dean smirked. âDonât trust me?â
That was when you really took in the scene. Dean lookedâŚdifferent. Like, not Dean. It wasnât the same as when youâd seen him torturing that demon, it wasnât just a coldness or a harshness, it was a different person.
But what stood out to you more was Sam. His arm was tight around you, before he maneuvered you behind him. His whole body was between you and Dean, one hand on your arm to be sure you were there, and the other just slightly jutting out in front of him. You knew that stance well; it was his Protective Mode, for whenever he thought there was an imminent, real danger.
And he was using it to keep you away from Dean. That scared you more than anything.
âGo back outside,â Sam ignored Deanâs remark, speaking to you but not taking his eyes off Dean.
âYou shouldnât have brought her here, Sammy,â Dean scoffed. âYou know she can never resist her favorite big brother. Even when she was scared of me, she always liked me better than you.â
âDean stop it,â you stepped around Sam, but he grabbed your arms and held you back.
âY/N go outside,â Sam grunted.
âDean, just come home with us,â you stopped fighting Sam, but kept your gaze on Dean.
âMy home isnât with you anymore, baby,â you nearly cringed when Deanâs favorite nickname for you came out in a way that was so obviously not Dean. âNow listen to Sammy so the grown ups can talk.â
âHey,â you were suddenly jerked around as Sam twisted you to face him. âI need you to go.â
Nothing less than the absolute terror on Samâs face wouldâve made you relent, but relent you did.
âI want you to stay out of there until this is over,â Sam stared you down.
âWeâre gonna fix it, ok?â Sam sighed. âWeâve got the blood and everything, I just need you to stay away from him until itâs done.â
You nodded up at him, and he disappeared into the bunkerâs dungeon.
With nothing to do, you found yourself wandering into Deanâs bedroom. Youâd been doing that a lot since heâd left, finding the space comforting, as it was so very Dean.
However today was not a day that you would find comfort here. Youâd been waiting in there for only an hour or so when you heard it. Or rather, him.
âCome on, Sammy! Donât you wanna see your big brother?â
Your blood ran cold as you heard Deanâs not-so-subtle approach come closer and closer to you. What was he doing?
You didnât have much time to wonder, because the footsteps echoing through the hall suddenly stopped outside your door.
What was he doing? If he didnât want to be here, why didnât he just leave?
You shouldnât have stopped to wonder, but youâd promised yourself a long time ago that youâd always trust Dean, so the possibilities of what he really wanted hadnât even crossed your mind when the door suddenly flew open.
Dean stood there, a hammer gripped in his hand as he stepped inside his old room.
âHey little sister,â a sickening smirk spread across his face. âI was expecting Sammy, but I suppose I can take care of you first.â
Before you knew what was happening, you were flat on your back, the flat top of the hammer pressed against your throat.
You gasped for a breath, and were horrified when no air came through.
âSt-st-st-â it was no use, you couldnât speak.
âWhat was that?â Suddenly the pressure on your neck lessened, but the hammer still was still touching your neck, like some kind of sick reminder that he could cut your air off again at any time.
âIf you wanna leave, just leave,â you whimpered.
âOh baby, I donât wanna leave. Not yet. See, after what he tried to do to me, Samâs as good as dead. But first, Iâm gonna show him exactly where pissing me off gets him.â
âM-meaning?â You werenât sure you wanted to know.
âMeaning youâre going first. But before that, youâre gonna get Sammy over here so he can watch.â
Your eyes drifted to your pocket where your phone was.
âOh no baby, you wonât need that to get him here,â Dean leaned back, lifting the hammer.
âDe-â your plea broke off in a shriek when the blunt object slammed down on your hand. White hot pain shot up you arm, and the edges of your vision started to go fuzzy, black tinging the corners.
âHey!â A harsh slap across your face brought focus back to your eyes. âDonât you pass out on me baby, I want Sam to hear you scream.â
âPlease,â you sobbed. âDean, donât do this to me. Not you. Donât you do this. Not you, please!â
âHey Sammy,â Dean didnât even turn around at the sound of Samâs voice.
âDean, get away from her,â you craned your neck to see Sam standing in the doorway, the demon blade clutched in his hand.
âOr what? You gonna kill me, Sammy?â Dean kept his eyes on you as he spoke to Sam, a cocky grin splitting his face. âI donât think you have it in you.â
Sam took a half step forwards, but stopped when Dean raised the hammer, barely sparing a glance at Sam
âUh-uh. I can bring this down on her skull faster than you can reach me, and you know I will.â
âOk, ok,â Sam lowered the knife as he sidestepped further into the room and into Deanâs line of sight. âJust let her go man. This is between you and me.â
âI donât think so, Sammy. You brought her into this, and now I want you to watch her die.â
âDean,â you grabbed onto Deanâs arm, once again gaining his attention. âDean you donât have to do this. Come on, itâs me, you-you canâtâŚâ you shake your head. âTh-this isnât you, you wouldnât do this.â
âOh baby it is me,â you whimpered as Dean leaned down to whisper in your ear. âAnd you shouldâve stayed scared of me.â
Dean twisted the hammer in his hand, raising it up for the fatal blow.
You closed your eyes, blocking out the vision of Deanâs pit-black eyes as you waited for the blow.
You kept your eyes closed until you heard Dean cry out, and suddenly his weight was lifted off you. You looked up to see Castiel dragging Dean back, who was fighting tooth-and-nail, a horrible screeching-like scream coming from him.
âItâs over,â Castiel grunted. âItâs over.â
Once Dean was secured back in the dungeon, Castiel healed your broken hand before going to help Sam in curing Dean.
As soon as he was clean and out of the dungeon, you didnât waste a second, running into his waiting arms.
âIâm so sorry, baby,â he breathed.
âNo, no itâs not,â he insisted, pulling away. âItâsâŚit wasâŚâ Dean lowered his gaze, unable to look you in the eye.
Not having it, you ducked your head lower so that your face flooded his vision, and he finally met your gaze again.
âNot you. It was not you.â
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