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A/N: Sorry for the wait I have a lot going on. Just a heads up for everyone my requests are closed and my waitlist is long. Feel free to request once my box is available 

Summary: Dean has become your foster father. You make a poor decision and he’s forced to patch you up 

Genre: Slight angst ends in fluff 

Pairing: daughter!reader x Dean Winchester

Word count: 6.2K

Warning: Slight injury, mentions of blood and needles. 

Life as a Winchester wasn’t easy, especially when you didn’t consider yourself a real one. Your father… foster father, took you in one night when your parents were tragically killed. Before then you knew nothing about hunting or monsters. Your life was great, your parents were kind to you, you had friends. One camping trip sent everything down the drain

You were the only survivor, you were eight. The Winchester’s found you after reading about a missing family in Minnesota. They didn’t expect to come across a shaky kid curled up in the back of a beat up tent, but when they did they saved you. The tall one, Sam, was the first one to approach you. He managed to get you out of your hiding place and into the impala. The other brother, Dean, connected with you later that day. 

He was gruff and rough around the edges but he was comforting for some reason. They tried to pretend like your parents had been mauled by a bear but you knew what you saw. Eventually they told you the truth about monsters and how your parents died. Apparently it was a wendigo. They took you to a cabin they were renting and kept you safe for the night. The next morning you heard them discussing how they’d hand you over to the authorities. 

You bolted. You were young but you weren’t stupid. You were friends with a kid in your science class, his name was Keith. His parents had given him up as a baby and he was forced into foster care. He’d cry about his life every class period. You were gonna end up like that poor kid. You didn’t make it very far fortunately. Dean caught you pretty quick and scooped you up. You threw a fit and tried to run off again until they sat you down and had a talk. 

You told them you didn’t have any family, which was true. Your grandparents weren’t around and your parents didn’t have any other connections. It was just the three of you. You told them how you didn’t wanna end up like Keith and how scared you were of the foster system. 

Long story short they decided to take you back to their bunker. It was huge and insanely cool for an eight year old. Their deal was to keep you for a few days and let you calm down before they gave you up…. But that day never happened. Weeks turned into months and eventually the months turned into years. The boys became your guardians and Dean became your father. 

It was unconventional and odd but it fit. Sam was a total mother hen, he homeschooled you and made sure you focused on your studies. They gave you a new life, a fresh start. The news wrote you and your family off as missing persons and since the bunker was in Kansas you didn’t have to worry about people recognizing you. Life was… ok. Dean treated you like his own kid because after a while you were. 

He raised you and parented you. He showed you how to use a gun, how to handle a knife. He helped you decorate a room and made you feel loved. He even taught you how to cook up a few things. The only thing you weren’t allowed to do was hunt. That was the deal. If you were gonna stay with the boys you were gonna stay home. No fighting no danger just research. That all changed when you turned seventeen 

“Dean please” you begged, rolling your eyes for the tenth time 

“No Y/n, you know the rules. You don’t hunt, you read” Dean said 

“But I’m not a little kid anymore. I can fight” you argued 

“I know you’re not but that’s not the point” Dean walked over to the table you were siting at and stroked your hair 

“I’m not saying you’re not capable, I’m sure you are. But it’s not safe and I’m not putting my girl in danger” he said sternly 

“But-“

“Uh uh” he cut you off and ruffled your hair. “No but’s, finish your schoolwork, Sam and I were thinking pizza” he said, gently tapping your nose 

“Again” you groaned 

“Oh hush, you know you love it” he chuckled and strolled back towards his room. You did as you were told and kept working on your research paper. A few minutes later you heard a pair of footsteps walking towards the library. You turned your head and saw Sam 

“Hey kiddo” he greeted you with a soft smile, you huffed 

“Can you talk to Dean” you asked 

“Bout what- oh” he trailed off when he saw your expression. He walked up towards the table and leaned against the edge 

“You know the rules” he said gently 

“Yea but it’s different now, I’m older” you whined 

“I know but Dean doesn’t want you out there and frankly neither do I” Sam said. Sam was like another parental figure for you. More of an uncle than anything, he let Dean take the lead when it came to discipline and lecturing. 

“I swear you two act like I’m still ten” you complained, Sam laughed and gently grabbed your shoulder. He gave it a tender squeeze and started working his fingers through a stubborn muscle knot 

“Look, I’d love to have you hunt with us. God knows we need the backup. But it’s not safe and we’d rather keep you home then have you get hurt” 

“But it’s so boring here” you moaned and flopped down on the table, mushing your face against your arms 

“I know” Sam huffed a soft laugh and started rubbing the back of your neck. “You’re young and full of teenage angst” he teased, you scoffed 

“Maybe one day, ok? But for now all you need to worry about is your punctuation”He nudged your elbow and tapped your paper with his pointer finger 

“I wanna see this done by dinner ok?” He said, you nodded. He gave you a head pat and let you finish your work. An hour passed before Dean called you and Sam into the kitchen. He laid a box of pizza down and grabbed a couple plates for the three of you. You sat across from the boys, per usual, and grabbed a slice with a dramatic sigh. Dean chuckled and rolled his eyes 

“You gonna pout all day honey?” He joked, grabbing his own piece of pizza 

“M’not pouting” you mumbled before taking an angry bite. Sam smiled and nodded 

“Definitely doesn’t look like she’s pouting” he loudly whispered to Dean. Dean shrugged 

“Yea how could I even ask” 

You whined and tossed your pizza onto your plate “guys” you groaned. They both laughed and gave you a sympathetic smile 

“We’re only teasing” Dean reached out and squeezed your hand 

“I’m serious” you huffed

“I know you are” Dean said “and so am I” he gave your hand another squeeze, a silent way of saying “this conversations over”. You rolled your eyes and took another bite of your food 

“You get the rest of that paper done?” Sam asked

“Yes” you snapped 

“Hey, try that again” Dean said, sternly correcting your tone 

“Yes” you repeated, forcing yourself to sound a little less irritated 

“Fix your face” Dean added, you let out a loud sigh and relaxed your pursed lips. You finished dinner and helped Sam clean up the table. Later that night on your way to take a shower you overheard the boys discussing a hunt 

“We can leave in the morning” Dean said, his voice was hard to make out but you were determined to eavesdrop 

“What about Y/n” 

“She’ll stay here like she always does” 

“She really wants to hunt Dean” Sam sighed 

“I’m aware, she yaps my head off about it every damn day” 

You tried to contain your laughter. You leaned in closer towards library to hear them 

“Are you ever gonna let her hunt?” Sam asked 

“I dunno Sammy, maybe?” Dean shrugged “I know how bad she wants too but I just… I don’t wanna put her in danger. I mean hell livin with us is danger enough” Dean scoffed, Sam nodded 

“Alright, you want me to give her a heads up?”

“Nah I got it” you heard Deans chair creek and you immediately bolted towards your room. You threw yourself on your bed and picked up a random book off your nightstand. 

“Hey kiddo” you glanced up at your doorway and smiled 

“Hey” you put the book down and watched Dean stroll into your room 

“Sam and I are leaving in the morning” he said, he plopped down beside you and sat his hand on your knee 

“Another hunt?” 

“Yep, we’re thinking spirit but it could be something else you know how it goes” he said 

“Can I come?” You asked, even though you knew the answer 

“Y/n” he said sternly 

“Fine” you huffed, Dean chuckled and stroked your hair 

“I’m just trying to look out for you sweetheart” he pulled you towards him and kissed your temple 

“What time are you going?” You asked

“We’ll probably head out at seven, don’t worry I’ll let you sleep in” he winked

“K” you said dryly, Dean just shook his head and gave you a pat on the back 

“Get some sleep, I’ll call you tomorrow” he left you alone for the rest of the night which was unfortunately a big mistake. The only reason you wanted to know when they were leaving was so you knew when to get up in the morning. You had a plan, a stupid plan, but a plan nonetheless. You set your alarm for six that night and made sure you were up early enough to sneak out of your room in  the morning. 

You knew Dean wouldn’t pack till he absolutely needed to. He’d probably start getting dressed by 6:45. Sam on the other hand, you had to worry about him. He liked getting up, making breakfast, going for a run. You had to be stealthy. You snuck out of your room at 6:03 AM. You were exhausted, you rarely got up that early, but you were determined. You tip toed your way down the hall and into the garage. 

You walked up to the impala and made sure you had everything you needed. Your knife, a flashlight, and…. you slipped your hand inside your jacket pocket and nodded. Your snacks. You shut your eyes and let out a deep breath, you knew Dean was gonna be pissed when he found you. Despite your better judgement you proceeded with your stupid plan. You opened the trunk, tossed your crap inside and quietly crawled into the car. You managed to shove all the weapons and equipment further back to make room for your body

Plan stowaway was in motion 

You laid in the trunk for a while before you finally heard footsteps. You shut off your flashlight and tried to keep your breathing as quiet as possible. 

“Did you check on Y/n?” You heard Sam’s muffled voice through the trunk. 

“Yea, she’s out like a light” Dean chuckled 

Perfect 

The pillows you shoved under your comforter worked brilliantly. 

“Did you talk to her about the hunt?” Sam asked, you heard the door open and felt the car shake when Sam tossed his bags into the back. 

“I told her we were heading out but I didn’t discuss the details” Dean said, he opened the drivers side and hopped in. 

“You think it’d be too much for her?” Sam opened his side and got into the passenger seat 

Too much? What were they talking about?

“I don’t know Sammy, I don’t like talking to her about hunting let alone this. Let’s just keep it between us ok?” You raised your brow. Keep what between them? The car started and the engine roared, you almost yelped. The car was definitely louder in the trunk. You couldn’t make out what they were saying anymore so you just decided to get comfortable. It was gonna be a long ride. 

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You didn’t know how long you’d been in the trunk. All you knew was that your neck was aching and your back was cramping. Your flashlight kept flickering and you ran out of snacks two hours ago. You tried taking a nap but the roads were too bumpy and every time you laid your head down you banged it against the side of the car 

You were about to start counting the crumbs from your granola bar for the fifth time before you felt the car stop. You didn’t panic at first, the car had stopped multiple times already. Red lights, pee breaks, gas stops. You figured they were just grabbing another bag of jerky from a convenience store again until you heard the engine shut off. Your heart immediately started to pound. You felt your stomach flip and your face suddenly felt hot 

You had two options. Try and sneak out of the trunk before they got out of the car. Or wait for them to open the trunk and find you themselves. Both were guaranteed to go wrong. There was no way you’d be able to pop the trunk without them seeing or hearing it. Staying in the trunk was just as terrifying. You felt the car shake a little, the boys were clearly shuffling around in the front seat 

Screw it 

You went to grab the lever to unlock the trunk when you realized… it was gone. 

Crap 

Of course the lever was gone, Dean yanked it off just in case they needed to transport a monster. Guess you were going with plan b. 

“You sure this is the right trail?” You heard Sam’s muffled voice just above the trunk. 

“Pretty sure, the ranger said it was the one with the yellow sign” Dean replied. You could already see the future trouble you’d be in. You heard shoes scraping across a gravelly surface and braced yourself for a lecture. The trunk creaked open slightly and a sliver of light beamed through the crack.  

“Flares in here?” Dean asked 

“Should be” Sam answered, the trunk flew open 

“We should-“ you squinted your eyes and held your hand over your face. The sunlight was bright but you could make out a figure standing in front of you. You blinked a few times and slowly moved your hand, revealing a very surprised, very pissed off Dean 

“What the hell” he said, Sam came around the corner, his eyes grew wide 

“Y/n?” He said 

“Hi..” you said shyly. Dean didn’t answer he just glared down at you and clenched his jaw. 

“I can-“ 

“Get out” Dean said sternly 

“Dean-“

“Get. Out” he growled, you quickly scurried out of the trunk and swept as many crumbs away as possible 

“Look I just wanted to-“

“I don’t care what you wanted Y/n” Dean snapped

“Dean” Sam warned 

“I gave you a direct order and you disobeyed me” Dean said 

“I didn’t think it was a big deal” you whispered 

“A big deal?! Are you serious? Do you understand what we do Y/n, people die out here. Do you understand that? People die” 

“I can handle it Dean” 

“No you can’t! You’re a child, you’re my child Y/n, and I specifically told you I wanted you nowhere near this crap” 

“I just wanted to help” you choked, your voice was quiet and broken 

“Help? You’re gonna get yourself killed out here” Dean barked 

“Dean go easy” Sam cut in 

“What are we supposed to do Sam?” Dean turned around, Sam sighed and shook his head 

“We can’t leave her in the car, it’s already getting dark. If it finds her…”

“If what finds me?” You asked, Dean glared at you 

“The thing we’re hunting” He answered sharply 

“Which is..?” 

Dean paused and let out an angry huff “a wendigo”. Your stomach dropped 

“A wendigo?… You mean the thing that..” you trailed off 

“The thing that killed your parents” Dean finished for you 

“Dean!” Sam yelled 

“What Sam? She needs to know that this isn’t some game this is real life” Dean stepped closer to you and grabbed your chin. “I can’t leave you in this car because it’s not safe. You are going to glue yourself to me do you understand?” He ordered, you nodded 

“You don’t take off, you don’t speak, you stay directly beside me the entire time. If I tell you to hide you hide, if I tell you to run you run. Understood?”

“Yes” you said quietly 

“This is the dumbest thing you’ve done in a long time Y/n” Dean mumbled, he let you go and grabbed a handful of weapons. He handed Sam a knife before he turned back towards you. You looked down at his hand as he pushed something at you 

“This is a flare gun. It’s dangerous and incredibly hot. You do not fire this thing off unless it is absolutely necessary, ok?”

You nodded 

“You shouldn’t have to use it if you stay behind me but if you do you aim for the chest. Don’t try for the head you’ll miss, hold it with both hands and pull the trigger” he explained. He handed you the gun and took in a deep breath. 

“Alright cmon, it’s getting late” he turned towards the trail and you followed the boys into the woods. After a few minutes Dean turned around and bent down 

“Hold onto my jacket. Don’t let go” he whispered, you clutched onto his pocket and held it tight. The boys kept walking, following a trail of broken twigs and snapped leaves. You were only in the woods for twenty minutes or so before you heard something that made your heart break 

“Y/n! Y/n help me!” You froze, the boys snapped their heads in the direction of the voice 

“Mom” you whispered, Dean grabbed your wrist and yanked you towards him 

“That’s not your mom Y/n, you stay close to me, do not move” he commanded

“Y/n!” It screamed again, you couldn’t control yourself from pulling towards the voice. Dean’s hand was wrapped around yours so tight you were pretty sure your skin would be bruised in the morning. The boys created a makeshift protective circle around you. Keeping you in between their bodies. The leaves around you rustled, the twigs were snapping in every direction. 

“Sam” Dean warned 

“I know” Sam held up his flare and aimed it at the woods. You were about to raise up your gun before there was a shriek. You whipped your head to the right, a large mangled figure jumped out of the brush with its teeth bared. It slammed its body into Sam and knocked him to the ground 

“Get down!” Dean shoved you away from the monster causing you to tumbled into the dirt. 

“Sam!” Dean screamed and held up his flare, he aimed it at the creature but it was quicker. It smacked his arm, knocking the flare out of his hand. It had its fingers on Sam’s throat, restricting his airway with a tight hold. Sam was thrashing around on the ground struggling to breathe. He was scratching and clawing at the creatures wrist, trying his best to rip it off of him. 

“Dean!” You yelled, Dean was busy trying to pull the monster off of Sam. He snatched his knife out of his pocket and stabbed the wendigo in the back. It screamed and let go of Sam, who was limp and covered in sweat. It lunged for Dean and your heart stopped 

“NO!” You hollered, it didn’t seem to care. It threw Dean into a nearby tree trunk before it locked eyes with you. You scrambled back on all fours but you couldn’t get through the thick bushes. You didn’t want to abandon the boys but you knew you wouldn’t be able to take down a wendigo. The creature slowly crept towards you, its fangs were glistening in the moonlight. Despite your internal self doubt you raised your flare gun and aimed for its chest. The sight of the gun clearly pissed it off because it let out a sharp cry. 

You didn’t hesitate. You pulled the trigger and prayed you wouldn’t miss. A loud bang echoed through the woods and a bolt of bright flames slammed into the monsters torso. It shrieked again but this time it was a sound of pure agony. It backed away and crumbled to the ground. Disappearing in a dark black cloud of ash and smoke 

“Y/n!” Dean scrambled off the ground paying no attention to his bruised back or slightly injured brother. He dropped to his knees and cupped your face 

“Are you ok?! Did it get you?” He started ruffling through your clothes, checking for injuries. 

“No, no I’m fine, I’m fine” you said, but your voice was shaky and your cheeks were covered in tears. 

“Hey, hey, hey” Dean instantly started wiping them away with a concerned expression 

“Sorry” you apologized quietly 

“Don’t be sorry” he shook his head “just scared you didn’t it?” He said, you nodded. He was about to say something else before Sam groaned. He glanced over and remembered that he had just been strangled and immediately hopped up 

“Hold on” he mumbled, he was at Sam’s side in seconds, helping him sit up

“You good?” He asked, holding Sam’s shoulder tightly. Sam rubbed his neck with a grimace and nodded 

“Yea” he croaked and cleared his throat “yea I’m good” he said, Dean checked him over one last time before he gave him a pat on the back and returned to you 

“Cmon, let’s go” he hooked his arm under yours before you let out a pained gasp

“What! What?” He yelled, he immediately loosened his grip. You hunched over and grabbed your leg, you hadn’t notice before but there was a nasty gash across your shin.

“Damnit” Dean cursed “did I do that?” He asked nervously. You remembered him pushing you away from the monster, when you hit the ground you must’ve torn your leg up on the roots 

“No you didn’t mean to” you said, trying to make him feel less guilty but you could tell it wasn’t work 

“I’m sorry” he apologized “I’m so sorry” he stroked your hair back and grimaced at your leg 

“It’s fine, I’ll be fine” you lied, internally you were freaking out. You hadn’t seen a wendigo since the night your parents died and you certainly hadn’t had an injury to this degree 

“I gotcha” Dean didn’t even try and let you walk, he bent down and scooped you off the ground in one swift motion 

“Hey- I can walk” you went to roll out of his arms but he held you tighter 

“Uh uh, cmon Sammy” he carried you out of the woods, glancing behind him every few seconds to check on his brother. Once you reached the car he gently laid you in the backseat but instead of taking his usual position in the front he shook his head 

“Sit up a bit” he said softly, you pushed yourself up on your elbows and watched him slide into the back with you. He tapped his thigh, signaling for you to lay back down 

“C’mere” he gingerly laid his hand across your chest and pushed you back down. He used his thigh as a pillow and let you lay across his lap. Sam took the drivers seat and started the car. You looked up at Dean and saw how upset he looked. You felt your eyes begin to water, a wave of guilt hit you like a train. 

“I’m sorry” you whispered, he looked down at you and rubbed his finger across your forehead 

“For what” he questioned 

“For sneaking out” you said quietly, he let out a tired chuckle and nodded 

“It’s ok, I’m just glad you’re safe. We’ve all been there, but don’t do it again” he said sternly 

“I won’t” you looked away from him but he could see your teary eyes and twitchy lip

“Hey” his hand slid from your head to your chin. He lifted your face up so you were forced to look at him again

“I’m not mad” he said 

“You’re lying” you tried to turn your head away but he held you firmly 

“Hey, uh uh, I’m not. Look I wasn’t happy about it earlier but what’s done is done. All you need to worry about is getting that leg fixed” he said, motioning towards your ripped jeans 

“Hurts”you choked, accidentally letting a tear slip down your cheek. 

“I know” he cooed, gently wiping his thumb across your skin. 

“Do you think it’s bad?” You asked, the fear in your voice was so painfully obvious. Dean bit his lip and sighed. He didn’t wanna lie to you but he also didn’t wanna scare you any further 

“It’s not gonna feel nice but it’s not too deep. You’ll probably need a few stitches” your eyes went wide. 

“Stitches?” You whispered, Dean let out a quiet laugh 

“Yea that’s what happens when you mess around with hunting buttercup” he teased and poked the tip of your nose. He continued soothing you the rest of the way home. Reassuring you, answering all your questions, rubbing your arm. When you made it back to the bunker your leg was throbbing. Dean was well aware, your expression made it obvious 

“Alright don’t put any pressure on it, I’ll do all the heavy lifting” 

“I can carry her in” Sam offered, Dean almost turned him down till he saw the worry on Sam’s face. For a moment he forgot that he wasn’t the only one who cared about you as much as he did 

“Ok, Uncle Sammy’s gonna getcha ok?” He winked, he slowly slid out of the car, careful not to jostle you too much. Sam reached into the backseat and gently pulled you into his arms. He scooped you up with ease and shut the door with his hip. You melted against his chest, his warmth was comforting and his scent made you feel safe. 

“I gotcha sweetheart” he murmured, tucking you as close as possible to his body. He carried you through the bunker and into the infirmary. When you reached the beds he laid you down and stroked your hair back. He bent down and gave you a kiss on the head before he backed off and let Dean take the lead again. Dean darted towards the sink and washed his hands before he started frantically rummaging through the medicine cabinets. He pulled out gauze, antiseptic, and a small kit 

“Alright kiddo, lemme see that leg” he said, he walked towards the bed and sat down near your feet. He laid his supplies beside you and grabbed a pair of scissors

“I’m gonna cut off the fabric, it shouldn’t hurt” he explained. He gently lifted the bottom of your jeans and started to cut. He pulled it back so he could see the wound and sat the scissors back down. He cringed at the dirt and gunk smeared across the gash and sighed 

“I gotta clean it out honey” he said softly 

“Will it hurt?” You asked, sounding like a kid. Dean grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze 

“I’m gonna try my best to keep the pain at a minimum” he kissed the top of your hand before he let go and grabbed the med kit. He pulled out a small vial and a packaged syringe

“Woah” you immediately tensed up and pulled away from him. He let out a deep chuckle and rolled his eyes 

“What are you afraid of needles now?” He teased 

“What’s that for?” You asked 

“It’s just lidocaine, it’ll help with cleaning and stitching” he took the syringe out and filled it up. He grabbed a small wipe and gently dabbed the edges of your wound. You flinched a few times whenever he ran over a sensitive area 

“Sorry” he mumbled before bringing the syringe up. “Quick pinch” he warned, you clenched your jaw and prepared yourself for the jab. He inserted the needle and slowly pushed the plunger down. He let it sit for a few minutes before he got to work. He started cleaning your wound with gentle hands, surprisingly gentle given his lifestyle. 

“You doing ok?” He asked softly, you gave him a hesitant nod. “You sure? Is it hurting? I can give you more” 

“No it’s fine” you said quietly. He stared at you for a few seconds, scanning your face for any signs of discomfort. He went back to cleaning and eventually managed to wipe and pluck out all the dirt and grim. 

“Ok I’m gonna start the stitches, I need you to be very still ok?” He ordered calmly. He noticed how wide your eyes were and how shaky your hands looked. A small subtle smile crept up the corners of his lips. Almost like he was slightly amused by how innocent and sheltered you were to the lifestyle of a hunter. He’d been through hundreds if not thousands of stitches. He’d been on the verge of death multiple times. And here you were, scared of a little needle and a handful of stitches 

He held back the urge to chuckle. He didn’t want you to feel weak, because you weren’t, you were just normal. He glanced at Sam and gave him a silent gesture. Sam immediately crossed the room and sat down beside you on the bed. He grabbed your clammy hand and locked his fingers around yours 

“Don’t worry, it’ll be over before you know it” he reassured. You looked up at him and for a split second all he saw was the little girl he found in the woods all those years ago. He squeezed your hand and kissed the top of your head before he gave Dean a little nod. 

“Alright sweetheart, I’m gonna start now, try not to move” Dean said. He gingerly began to stitch up your wound. You expected it to be extremely painful but the medication seemed to take the edge completely off. He finished after thirty minutes and wrapped your leg up nice and tight. Sam helped him clean the bloody rags and wrappers before he left to give you some space. Dean stayed, he refused to leave you unattended 

“You should get some sleep” he said, he pulled up an old chair and sat down near your bedside 

“M’not tired” you lied, your eyes were already starting to droop. The left over adrenaline was gone now 

Dean let out a warm deep chuckle. “Yea I can see that” he said, he went to turn the lamp on the nightstand off before you stopped him 

“No! Don’t” your eyes snapped open as you stretched your arm out to stop him 

“Woah, woah, woah, alright kiddo, alright. We’ll leave it on tonight, no worries” he raised his hands up to calm you back down. You sunk back into the mattress and laid your head down. You tried to keep your eyes open but the fading adrenaline and sheer exhaustion was winning. You didn’t realize you’d fallen asleep until you were back in that forest. 

You were standing in the middle of the woods, alone, cold. You looked to your left and saw something you hadn’t seen in years. The mangled tent the monster ripped your parents from years and years ago. You felt your stomach drop when you heard the sound of rustling leaves. You went to grab your gun but you realized your pockets were empty. You were completely helpless. Completely vulnerable. 

You heard twigs snapping in the distance and your eyes welled up with tears. You wrapped your arms around yourself and started hyperventilating. You heard a loud groan, then a scream. A human sounding scream but you knew better. It howled and wailed, piercing your ears with a sharp pitchy tone. You smashed your hands against your ears and pushed down as hard as possible 

You didn’t realize that your brows were furrowed and your face was starting to sweat as you dreamed. You unconsciously let out a quiet whimper, sparking Dean’s attention. He looked up at you and immediately realized you were having a nightmare. 

“No” you groaned, you went to roll and squirm. In your mind you were getting away from the monster. In reality you were dangerously close to tearing your stitches. 

“Hey, hey” Dean jumped out of his chair and sat down on the edge of the bed 

“Y/n” he reached out and grabbed your shoulder 

“Mmph” you huffed and continued to squirm 

“Hey, hey, easy, easy, Y/n? Cmon” he gave you a gentle shake but you continued to dream 

“No” you said, louder this time. You kicked out your leg and pushed the covers with it 

“Ah, ah, easy, baby, hey” he shook you harder “wake up, you’re having a nightmare” he said softly 

You were full on running in your dream now. You were so close to the edge of the woods. So close you could see the impala siting in the clearing. 

“Dean” you mumbled, eyes still closed

“I’m right here honey” he tried to wake you again with a gentle pat to the cheek 

You kept running. You were so close until you felt a cold boney hand latch onto your arm. It pulled you back and threw you into the dirt. You turned around just as the thing was preparing to sink its teeth into your flesh when 

“Y/n!” 

You shot straight up with a loud gasp. You clutched your throat with one hand and held your shirt with the other. 

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s ok, you’re ok” Dean grabbed your wrists and redirected your attention. Your breathing was labored and shallow, Dean stayed as calm as he could 

“Hey, breathe, look at me” he let go of your wrist to cup your face. He turned you towards him and stared at you with such deep paternal affection. “Slow it down” he commanded with a gentle tone. You looked at him and realized you weren’t in the woods anymore. You were safe, you were home 

“Dad-“ you went to say something before your cheeks went red and you realized what had escaped your lips. Your eyes went wide and you immediately felt ashamed. You couldn’t call him dad, he didn’t look at you that way. You felt so stupid and embarrassed 

“I didn’t- I wasn’t-“ you couldn’t even come up with an excuse or proper apology before he cut you off. He grabbed your chin and shook his head 

“Shh” he cooed “you’re ok” he reassured “it’s ok, look at me” he rubbed his thumb across your cheekbone. “There’s nothing you need to apologize for you understand?” You nodded 

“I know I should’ve had this talk with you a long time ago but I guess there’s no time like time the present. We might not share the same blood, you might not have my last name but you’re my daughter no matter what anyone says” he said softly, your eyes started to water with hot tears 

“I never called you that in front of people because I didn’t want to push you or scare you away but you’ve been mine since day one” he said sternly, you looked up at him with teary eyes 

“If you wanna call me dad you call me dad, ok?” 

“You don’t mind?” You whispered 

“Mind? You’re my baby girl, why would I mind?” He pushed your hair back and kissed your forehead. “You call me whatever you like” he whispered. Suddenly all your fear, all your anxiety, all your worry vanished. You forgot about the wendigo and the gash on your leg. All you could think about was the fact that your dad was holding you and your world together. 

“I’m sorry I snuck out and woke you up” you said, feeling a twinge of guilt 

“Hush. You didn’t wake me up, you were having a nightmare. It’s not your fault” he said softly. He pushed himself against the headboard and pulled you to his chest. “Just get some rest” he cooed, he brought his hand to your face and started rubbing gentle circles across your temple. You readjusted and snuggled under his arm. You sat there for a second before you glanced up at him 

“Hey… dad?” You tested

“Hmm” he hummed and looked down at you. You grinned and looked away 

“Nothin” you said. He smiled and let out a warm chuckle. He didn’t say anything, he was well aware of your intentions. He just laid his head back and continued stroking your temple. You practically melted into his touch, finally feeling completely and totally accepted. You felt his thumb move from your temple to your brow. He ran it across your brows before he slowly stroked his thumb down the bridge of your nose. 

His breathing was a lullaby in itself. His chest moved up and down slightly, and his warmth was incredibly comforting. He left the light on for the rest of the night and he stayed with you till morning. Even though you had a busted leg it was the best nights sleep you’d had in a long time. 

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🖤𝓢𝓽𝓪𝔂 𝓟𝓾𝓽🖤

A/N: Sorry for the wait, I hope you meant Dean being protective of the reader 

Summary: All the times Dean took being your big brother to the max

Genre: Slight angst mostly fluff 

Pairing: sister!reader x Dean Winchester

Word count: 2.5k

You’d always been a hunter. You had a couple of good years, back when you were in elementary school. But once you found out about the supernatural you started training not long after. Your father was protective over you, very protective, and his demeanor rubbed off on your brothers. Particularly Dean. 

You couldn’t leave the house without a “where are you going?” “Who are you with?” “I told you not to leave the house”. Even now, Dean never seemed to recognize that you were an adult and knew how to defend yourself 

January 23

You’d just finished a nice night out at a local bar. You and your brothers had rented a motel room a few miles from the joint so you figured you’d blow off a little steam. You hadn’t planned on staying long but seconds turned into minutes which turned into hours and you found yourself there till close. It wasn’t a big deal, considering you were grown and all, but not everyone got the memo 

You had left a note on the coffee table before you took off. 

“Went out, be back late. Don’t wait up” 

You thought the note would work fine and you had your phones location on. You were just about to leave the bar when you got a phone call. It was three in the morning so you knew who it was before you even saw the contact 

“Hello?” 

“Where the hell are you?” You couldn’t help but chuckle at the sound of your bossy brothers voice 

“You think this is funny?” He snapped 

“No” you chuckled again, the alcohol wasn’t helping 

“Y/n” he barked 

“Sorry, sorry, I left a note dude” you sighed 

“I don’t care what you left you can’t just up and leave like this. Where are you?” 

“I left my location on for you” you said, you waved goodbye to the bartender and made your way to the door. 

“I’ll be there in a minute. Stay put”

“Dean I was just gonna call a-“

“I don’t wanna hear it” he said before he hung up. You huffed and shoved your phone back in your pocket. You sat on the curb for a few minutes till you heard the familiar rumble of Baby. You squinted at the headlights and watched your brother pull into the parking lot. He shut the car off and got out with an angry expression. He slammed the door and stomped his way towards you. You held your hand up in defense and shook your head 

“I don’t wanna hear it right now De” you pleaded, his jaw clenched 

“What are you going?” He said, you could tell he was pissed and trying to maintain his composure 

“What does it look like?” You laughed 

“Looks like you’re being stupid” he responded, you sighed 

“I just wanted to blow off some steam, have a little drink” you shrugged 

“You thought going out at..” he glanced at his phone “three in the morning was a good idea?” He questioned 

“Ok, I left a while ago and I lost track of time” 

“I don’t care what the excuse is Y/n this is ridiculous”

“Is it? You do this all the time and it’s never a problem but God forbid I take one night off-“

“That’s different Y/n” he said 

“How so?” 

Dean went to argue before he paused and took in a breath. “You’re my little sister, I just… I don’t think it’s safe for you to be out here by yourself” 

“You think I can’t handle my own?” You scoffed 

“No I think it’s stupid for any hunter especially a Winchester to go out by themselves”

“Oh so-“

“I know” he cut you off “I know, I’m a hypocrite, I get it. I’m not excusing myself either I’m just trying to keep you safe” 

“You can’t keep me safe forever Dean” you said softly 

“Watch me” he bent down and brushed your hair back. He smiled at your flushed cheeks and messy clothes

“You’re a wreck” he chuckled, you rolled your eyes and leaned into his hand 

“Cmon, there’s a gas station down the road. You’re drinking an entire bottle of water and you’re gonna eat something, ok?” You nodded. He slid his arms under yours and helped you stand. He walked you over to the passenger seat and got you situated. He didn’t lecture you for the the rest of the night but he did fuss at you for being dehydrated 

March 13th 

It was late, around midnight when you finished your hunt. You had found a sticky note Sam left on Bobby’s counter last night. He had some locations jotted down and suspected that there was a possible case. He was right, you road down to the address and checked the place out. You ended up dealing with a werewolf, nothing too serious. You got a couple cuts and bruises but you were overall fine. That is until you saw a pair of headlights pull up to the edge of the woods 

“Y/N!?” Dean hollered, you groaned and slowly made your way to the car 

“Y/n!- Y/n?” Dean ran towards you and pulled you into a tight hug. You let out a surprised squeak as he squished your face into his chest 

“Dean” you mumbled “can’t breathe” he gave you one last squeeze before he pulled away 

“The hell were you thinking?” He barked 

“Sam was talking about a hunt, figured I’d come check it out” you shrugged 

“Alone?” He scoffed 

“I wasn’t planning on hunting the thing tonight it just happened”

“Yea and you could’ve gotten yourself killed” he said, he grabbed your chin and lifted your face up. 

“We almost get ourselves killed every day Dean” 

“Not like this, this was stupid. You don’t go out on a hunt alone like this Y/n” 

“Dean -“

“Enough” he commanded. He gently brushed his thumb across your forehead and sighed 

“Get in the car, I’m taking you home and we’re gonna fix.. this” he said, motioning towards your beaten and bloodied body. The car ride was quiet but it wasn’t as intense as you expected. Every now and then Dean would look over at you to make sure you were still breathing. Thirty minutes in he reached out and placed his hand on your knee, a silent way of saying I’m still here 

When you made it back to Bobby’s Dean insisted on carrying you inside. He sat you down on the couch and rolled up his sleeves. He grabbed the first aid kit and a couple of rags before he sat down in front of you. 

“I got it” you said, trying to take the antiseptic away from him 

“Ah ah” he gently slapped your hand and started to cut away your bloody jeans. “Stay still” he said, his tone was softer now. He gingerly poured the liquid out onto your cuts, pausing every now and then to let you breathe 

“Easy” he murmured, gently dabbing the excess away. He started to bandage each wound, being as soft as he could. 

“I know you just wanted to help, ok?” He said, you just looked down at your hands 

“But going out alone is reckless and I don’t wanna see you hurt” 

“I’m sorry”

“You don’t have to apologize” he said, cleaning all the dried blood off your skin. “Just don’t do it again” he wrapped his hand around your ankle and gave you a sad smile 

“Ok” 

October 18th 

You and Dean were on a hunt. You were in Minnesota just at the edge of a local towns woods. Sam was off with Bobby on a separate hunt so Dean decided he’d take you with him. The deal was you were to help him research, locate, and learn the gist of the case. However, you were only allowed to stay in the car. It was a whole thing, you argued for quite some time before you gave it up and agreed. 

You’d been siting in the car for twenty minutes, checking your watch every five. The sun was starting to go down and you were starting to get concerned. He was tracking a wendigo, nasty little creatures, and the thing they loved the most was the dark. You were hoping he would find its nest before it decided to go out and hunt for itself. 

Dean drilled it into your brain to stay in the car so that’s what you were gonna do….maybe. Ten more minutes went by and you were starting to get antsy. You debated calling him but you were worried you’d give away his location from the ringtone. You thought about following him but you were told to stay put about a hundred times 

Calm down 

You tried to distract yourself by counting the trees on your left. You made it to eleven before you gave up. You zipped and unzipped your jacket over and over again until it snagged and you left it alone. Your knee was bouncing and your mind was racing 

Is he ok? Did he get hurt? Did he find the nest? 

You were just about to start counting the trees again until you heard a scream. Dean. You didn’t think you just bolted. You scrambled out of the car, breaking the one rule he gave you. You sprinted into the woods, dodging low hanging branches and crooked roots. You eventually reached a minor clearing and saw Dean on his back with the wendigo hovering over him. You took off and ran in his direction 

“HEY!” You yelled, redirecting its attention. It shrieked and abandoned your brother in seconds. It darted towards you giving you no time to pull out your flare. It bulldozed into your body and threw you onto the ground. You raised your hands and tried to shove it off of you but it barely flinched. It flexed its long bony fingers and slid its claws across your upper arm. You howled and tried to crawl away but it latched onto your ankle instead. You turned and prepared for a painful death before its body began to burn.

It screeched and clutched its chest, cowering away from you in an instant. It moved towards the trees but collapsed before it could crawl away. It let out one last weak strangled noise before it fully sunk to the ground. 

“Y/n!” Dean shouted, he tucked his flare gun back in his pocket and ran towards you with a fearful expression. You clung to your arm with a grimace and tried to sit back up. He dropped to his knees and pulled you into his lap in seconds. 

“I told you to stay in the damn car!” He yelled, gingerly prying your fingers away from the wound

“You really expect me to sit in the car and listen to you get mauled to death?!” You barked 

“Yes!” Dean snapped, examining the wound with worried eyes 

“You’re full of it, you know that!” You fussed before you let out a loud hiss. He pulled his hands away slightly and cringed 

“Sorry” he mumbled “And no I’m not! You just don’t listen” 

“Listen to what Dean? I stayed in the car the whole time until you were in danger” you argued. Dean grabbed your chin and held it firmly 

“I don’t care if I’m about to get strung up by my damn shoelaces you do not put yourself in danger for me” he seethed, you pulled away and weakly punched him in the chest. He barely moved but the message was received 

“You’re a real dick” you snapped 

“Oh yea I’m the dick now” he scoffed, simultaneously pulling his jacket off 

“Yea you are. If that was me or Sam, you’d be the first one to sacrifice yourself” you said, you winced when he wrapped it around your arm 

“Yea I would. You wanna know why? Because that’s my job” he said sternly “Cmon” he tried to help you up but you shoved him off. You got to your feet by yourself, it was a struggle but you managed

“Then what’s mine Dean” you spat, Deans brows furrowed and his head tilted 

“What?” 

“Then what’s my job Dean?” You repeated 

“Y/n you don’t- you don’t have a-“

“No. No, that’s wrong” you fumed “my job is exactly the same as yours”

“Y/n-“

“I’m so sick and tired of you pretending like you’re the only one that can shoulder everything. Like Sam and I our useless”

“Y/n you know that’s not true” 

“Look I get that dad made you feel like you have to be the one to protect everyone but Dean..” you sighed “you can protect us all you want but whos gonna protect you” you asked, Dean went quiet 

“I know you want to keep me safe and I know you think you’re doing that by keeping me away from all this but I’m already in it Dean. I was in it the second I was born. In this family we all share the same burden and we all take care of each other so if you wanna be mad, be mad. I’d rather you fuss at me for a few hours for breaking your rules than bury you” 

Dean didn’t say anything, he didn’t even attempt to argue with you after that. He just stared at you for a little while, shell shocked. The only reason he broke eye contact was because you groaned and grabbed your arm again. He blinked and immediately went to grab you. You pulled away but this time he didn’t get angry

“Let me help” he said softly, you looked up at him and saw how guilty he looked. “Please” he begged. You stood there for a second before you let him grab onto you gently. He led you back to the car and helped you get into the passenger seat. You were supposed to be heading back to Bobby’s but Dean wanted to patch you up first. He decided to rent out a motel room for the night and drive back in the morning 

When you pulled up he immediately ran over to your side and helped you out. 

“Dean I got it” 

“I know” he said, he opened the door and led you inside. Once you were situated he grabbed the first aid kit and started gently pulling off your sleeve. He wet a clean rag and cleaned off the dirt and dried blood before he started clearing out the wound. He’d mutter a “sorry” or a “I know” every time you flinched or made a quiet noise. His hands were soft despite how calloused and rough they looked. As he worked he’d glance up at you every few seconds. You couldn’t tell if he was just checking to see if you were in pain or if he felt guilty 

“Thank you” he said, suddenly breaking the silence of the room. You looked up at him and made a face. He chuckled and went back to patching up your arm 

“For what?” You asked

“For saving my ass” he admitted, gingerly drying off your skin. You couldn’t stop yourself from subtly smiling 

“Thought you didn’t want my help” you poked, he sighed 

“I didn’t say that. I just want you safe” he paused for a moment. “Look at me” he said, you cut your eyes at him 

“I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that, I’ll be honest. I know you were just trying to help and you did, you really did kid” he nudged your thigh and gave you a sad smile. “I just..” he looked down and shook his head

“When I saw that thing standing over you like that I… I don’t know. I just can’t lose you. Or Sam” he added. “I know I’m always trying to micromanage everything and I know how annoying I probably am. I know you’re an adult and you can take care of yourself I just wanna protect you from everything” 

You sat there for a minute before you spoke. “I know you do. Sam’s just like you, I just want you to see that I wanna do the same thing. I wanna help, I wanna be your backup, I wanna protect you when you need it but I can’t do that when you do this” you said, Dean nodded 

“We’re a family, which means we all look out for each other not just you. I’m not saying you have to stop being my big brother I’m just saying you gotta let me in sometimes ok?” Dean placed his hand on your leg and leaned forward. He gave you a kiss on your temple before he pressed his forehead against yours 

“Ok” he said, before he pulled away. Nothing needed to be said after that. Dean continued to clean you up and bandage your wound nice and tight. He’d always keep protecting you, even if it meant overprotecting you every now and then 

🖤𝓘𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰🖤

A/N: Sorry for the wait, my writings a little rough around the edges right now but we’re working on it 

Summary: A reimagined version of 5x16, you’re not as lucky 

Genre: Angst 

Pairing: sister!reader x Sam and Dean 

Word count: 5.6k

Warning: Death, injury, angsty 

You were cuddled up under an old motel comforter. The sun was just starting to rise and the air was crisp outside. You had twenty minutes left to sleep before your alarm went off but for some reason something woke you anyways. The atmosphere in the room had shifted, you felt a presence even in your sleepy haze. Your eyes hadn’t opened yet but you slowly started to reached for your knife under your pillow 

“Uh uh!” A man’s voice boomed through the motel, you jolted and whipped your head around. You glanced over at the beds beside you and saw both of your to your brothers siting up with wide eyes. There were two men in front of the three of you, both of them were aiming shotguns at your brothers. They looked familiar and the masks they had clearly been wearing were on the dingy motel carpet. 

“It’s ok Y/n” Sam tried to reassure you but it wasn’t very effective 

“Shut up!” One of the guys yelled 

“Well, is it just me, or do you two seen a tad upset?” Dean said 

“You think you can flip the switch on the apocalypse and just walk away, Sam?” One of the men said, who was apparently named Walt. 

“Who told you that?” Sam questioned, his eyes were darting between Walt’s eyes and his shotgun 

“We ain’t the only hunters after you” Walt said, he pumped his gun and aimed it at Sam’s chest. “See you in the next life” 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” You held your hands up and went to scramble out of bed before Dean shot you a fierce look silently telling you to stay put 

“Hear me out, I can explain ok? Please?” There was a long pause before Walt shook his head and sighed. He pulled the trigger and sent a round straight into Sam’s chest. You screamed and immediately went to grab your brother. Dean did the same before the other man, Roy, pointed his gun at Dean 

“Stay the hell down! Both of you!” He barked, you both froze 

“Shoot em” Walt ordered, you looked at Dean, your eyes were filled with fear. 

“Killin Sam was right… but Dean.. and 

Y/n..” Roy shook his head 

“He made us and we just snuffed his brother you idiot. You wanna spend the rest of your life knowing Dean and Y/n Winchester are on your ass? Cause I don’t, shoot em” 

“Go ahead Roy..” Dean growled 

“Dean!” You shrieked 

“Do it. But I’m gonna warn you. When I come back… I’m gonna be pissed” he hissed. Roy and Walt nervously shallowed. “Cmon! Let’s get this show on the road” Dean taunted, you glared at him and looked down at Sam who was currently bleeding all over the bedsheets. 

“Come on already” Walt shoved Roy out of the way and shot Dean with zero hesitation. 

“NO!” You yelled, you ran towards your brother without thinking. He hit the mattress with a slight bounce, his eyes were still open but they were vacant. You shook him and pinched his cheek but he didn’t respond 

“Shoot her!” Walt hissed, you turned towards the men and charged. The last thing you saw was a barrel, the last thing you heard was a bang. 

~~~~~~

*Heaven*

You weren’t in the motel anymore, you were….at Bobby’s..?

“Aye Y/n!” You turned around towards his backyard and blinked. Bobby was standing there with his hands on his hips, he looked younger. 

“What are you gonna stand there all day? Cmon and help me fix this old thing” he fussed before he disappeared into his shop. You curiously followed him and realized what was going on. His old blue pickup truck was siting in his shop but it was all beat up and busted. The way it was before you helped him finish it… ten years ago. 

“Bout time kiddo” your heart skipped a beat. You looked to your left and saw your father siting on an old toolbox with a cold beer in his hand. He was younger too, the way he looked when you were little. He had a rare smile on his face and patted the ground beside him

“Sit down sweetheart, maybe you can learn a thing or two” he winked, your eyes watered. This wasn’t a dream, it was a memory. An old memory, years and years ago, back when your dad had finished a hunt with a wendigo. He’d come back to Bobby’s to pick you up but he decided to stay and help him fix up his truck. You remembered the smell of the oil, the cold of your dads beer can when he asked you to hold it, and the look on his face when you managed to point out the right tool for Bobby. 

The boys were in the house, still kids, fixing up dinner. Bobby had prepared a cookout style meal for the five of you and let the boys plate everything up. It was a good day, a rare day, one of your favorite memories. You were just about to sit down when you heard your name being called back at the front of the house. You didn’t remember that part, you jogged up towards the driveway and saw your brothers 

They were real this time 

“Y/n!” Sam shouted and ran towards you, Dean followed. When he reached you he pulled you into a tight hug. 

“Sammy” you gasped, clutching onto his hair. He held you close and let out a sigh of relief 

“You’re ok” you mumbled, Sam put you down and nodded. You looked to your left and yanked Dean towards you. You wrapped your arms around his torso and squeezed him 

“Hey kid, little late to the party” he chuckled and returned the hug. When you pulled away you tilted your head in confusion 

“Where are we?” You asked 

“Heaven” the boys both said in unison. You blinked 

“I’m sorry?” 

“We talked to Cas” Sam said 

“And?”

“He said we’re in heaven and the angel Zachariah is searching for us” he explained 

“Why? What does he want?” You questioned 

“For us to say yes” Dean sighed, your face dropped 

“To Lucifer and Michael?”, the boys nodded, you groaned 

“Great” you huffed 

“Tell me about it” Sam rolled his eyes “we just lost him back at moms house”

“Mom?” You raised your brow and looked at your brother 

“Yea” Sam said sympathetically, knowing you were probably feeling left out 

“How did you see mom?”

“It was an old memory of mine” Dean shrugged “I only saw a glimpse of her, she wasn’t real” 

“Tell that to them” you motioned towards the house where your dad and Bobby were working on the truck 

“Wait is that.. is that bluebell?” Dean smiled when he saw the truck. Bluebell was the name you’d given it when Bobby brought it home

“Yea” you said “one of my favorite memories” you said. “So what’s the plan?” 

“Cas said we need to find Joshua, he’s an angel who lives in the Garden” Sam explained

“How do we get there?” 

“Cas said there’s always a path to the garden, we already found ours, we just have to follow the road” Dean said 

“What’s so special about-“ you were about to ask another question before a big bright light appeared in the sky. It lit up the ground around you up like a Christmas tree, surrounding you in a large circle. 

“Go, go, go!” Dean shoved you towards the trees and grabbed Sam’s collar. The three of you took off into the forest and ran. The leaves and twigs snapped beneath your feet, you swatted low hanging branches away from your face. 

“Left!” Dean shouted from behind you, you made a sharp turn and continued to run. You ran til your lungs burned before you felt a hand on your shoulder 

“Down” Dean whispered, you didn’t think you just dropped. The three of you huddle up behind an old oak tree that had fallen over. You were covered fairly well, there was a loud snap a few feet away from your hiding spot. 

“Cmon guys, running? It’s pointless, let’s just be civil about this ok?” Zachariah, the angel Cas had warned you about. Apparently he was some head honcho in heaven or whatever. 

“Ridiculous” he sighed, you heard him snap his fingers and suddenly the night sky turned bright blue. 

“Crap” Sam whispered, you were still technically hidden but if he decided to walk to the right a little you’d be found 

“What do we do?” You asked Dean, he looked at you and shook his head 

“Run” you didn’t ask questions, the three of you jumped up and booked it. You made it a couple yards before there was a faint swishing sound 

“Really guys?” You jumped at the voice. Zachariah was standing directly in front of you now 

“Go! Go!” Sam yelled, you started to turn and run in the other direction when he appeared again 

“I don’t think you’re understanding the situation here, I just wanna send you back to earth that’s all” he shrugged “well after I tear you a new one but we’ll get it all straightened out won’t we boys?” He smiled 

The three of you went to run for the third time, you barely managed to turn around before he was in front of you again 

“Look, you can run but….you can’t really run..” he chuckled 

You didn’t care you ran anyways. Your brothers followed your lead and took off into the forest after you. You made it a good few meters when you heard a faint whisper. 

“Psst!” You jerked your head around and squinted at a nearby tree. There was a person, a woman by the looks of it, who was peeking around the trunk. She waved you towards her frantically 

“Cmon” she whispered, the voice sounded familiar but you were too distracted to piece it together. You followed her and let her lead you and the boys to a door. You ran inside and managed to shut the door before Zachariah could see where you went 

“Who the hell are you?” Dean barked, the woman chuckled and took off her hood. She turned around and smiled 

“Hey kids” 

Your eyes went wide and your lips curved into a smile 

“Ellen!” You ran towards her and threw your arms around her shoulders 

“Hey sweetheart” she laughed and gave you a motherly squeeze 

“I missed you” you whispered 

“Can’t say I don’t agree hun” she smiled and gently let you go. She reached up and softly pinched your cheek before she walked up to the boys 

“Ellen” Sam greeted 

“Hey kid” she ruffled his hair and wrapped her arms around him. She gave Dean a hug after before she got back to business 

“So what’s going on? How are you here?” Sam asked 

“Well word flys around here. I caught wind of you three running around town so I figured I’d give you a lift” 

“But-“

“Yea heaven ain’t what you’re thinking” she cut Dean off and shook her head. “It’s like everyone’s heaven smushed into one. My heaven, your heaven, Elvis probably has his own Graceland around here somewhere” she scoffed 

“So how did you get into our heaven?” You asked

“I have my ways, point is it’ll give you a little time to get away from him. Now you three better get a move on before he realizes where you are” she said sternly, she ushered you towards a small backdoor and grabbed the handle 

“Just keep following your path, you’ll figure it out” she winked at you and opened the door. It led to a small child’s room, a boy, filled with toy cars and superhero dolls. You and Sam slowly stepped inside but Dean stayed back for a moment. 

“Wait .. uh before I go-“

“she’s fine Dean, Jo’s just fine” Ellen gave him a sympathetic smile and gently pat his arm. He nodded and let out a quiet sigh. “She talks about you a lot, maybe someday we’ll finally have a decent family dinner” she said, he chuckled. 

“Don’t worry honey, time up here’s a little different. We’ll see you soon, now go on” she softy pushed him towards the door and gave him one last goodbye before she shut it. 

“Where are we?” You asked 

“I don’t know” Sam raised his brow, you glanced over at Dean and saw his eyes widen 

“De.. you ok?” You asked, he looked pale 

“Dean?” Sam said

“I remember this” Dean stated quietly 

“Remember what?” You questioned 

“This… this” Dean motioned towards the bed and the toys. “This is my room” he said 

“Your room?” Sam shook his head 

“Yea Sammy look, this was my old teddy bear” Dean snatched a raggedy old stuffed bear of the bed and shoved it at the two of you 

“This was my favorite race-car” he tossed the bear back and pointed at a small toy car on the nightstand 

“Wait so… this is our old house?” You asked, not remembering anything before your mothers death 

“Yea I think-“ 

“Dean, Dean sweetheart come down for lunch” 

All three of you froze 

“Dean, cmon kiddo I made your favorite pie” 

“Mom” Dean whispered, he darted out of the room and ran down the stairs 

“Dean!” You yelled and chased after him “wait it could be a-“ you were about to finish your sentence until you cut the corner. Your eyes widened when you saw Dean in the kitchen standing in front of a pretty older woman. Your mother. 

“Hey baby” She smiled and gently stroked the side of Dean’s face 

“Hi mom” he said quietly, his eyes were welling with tears 

“Oh” she chuckled and grabbed a plate off the counter “here, no crust on the bread and when you’re done you can have a slice” she said, pointing at a pie on the stove. Dean slowly took the plate and let her guide him to the table 

“Mom” Mary turned around and gasped 

“Oh Sammy, how’d you get in here” she walked towards Sam and grabbed his wrist 

“Cmon, let’s get you to the table” she took him back to Dean and sat him down. Sam looked shell shocked and couldn’t get any words out 

“Mom” you called, this time she didn’t respond. She grabbed another plate, one for a toddler and sat it in front of Sam. 

“Mom” you said again, nothing. Dean looked up at you and frowned, Sam looked guilty 

“I don’t think she can hear you kid” Dean said softly 

“No kidding” you tried to laugh it off but it stung 

“I don’t think you were born yet, I think this is our memory. Well Dean’s memory I guess” Sam explained, you just nodded and blinked away your tears 

“It’s fine let’s just go” you said, you turned around and walked into the living room 

“Can I just- can I have one second please?” Dean asked, he sounded like he was almost begging. You turned around and sighed

“Yea, yea of course” you forced a smile and sat down on one of the old couches. It wasn’t fair that she couldn’t hear you and it wasn’t fair that they were having a moment with her. You never really met your mother and watching her “alive and well” so close to you was torture. You could hear and see her but she paid no attention to you. The boys only stayed at the table for a few more minutes before they got up and joined you 

“I’m sorry kiddo” Dean apologized 

“It’s fine. Let’s just go before-“

“Before what?” You jumped out of your skin and jerked your head to the left. Zachariah was leaning against the doorway with a smug smirk on his face 

“Oh before…me” he said, pointing at himself. He laughed and nodded. “Yea well maybe if you three didn’t waste..” he glanced down at his watch. “Six minutes in this wannabe hallmark movie I wouldn’t have found you so easily” he smiled 

“We’re not saying yes so you can stick it somewhere special” Dean smiled 

“I think you’re confusing me with your friend Castiel, who by the way is in trouble with the big leagues because of you. I’m not asking” he shrugged 

“Neither are we” Sam hissed and planted his feet on the floor firmly. Zachariah raised his brow and chuckled 

“Oh what? You wanna fight kid? Hate to break it to you but I could blow your brains out before you could even think about touching me” he snickered 

“Let’s test that theory then, can’t hurt we’re already technically dead” 

“Mmm I wouldn’t play that game Dean , I can make your “afterlife” a living hell if I choose” Zachariah warned 

“I’m done talking, let’s go, now” he went to snap his fingers before a small voice interrupted 

“Uh excuse me” you turned around and saw an older man standing behind you. All of you blinked and raised your brows in confusion 

“I’m busy” Zachariah snapped 

“I understand that but I need to speak to these two” he said, pointing at your brothers 

“I don’t give a damn” Zachariah scoffed and puffed out his chest slightly 

“Let me rephrase, the boss wants me to speak to them” he said, Zachariah’s smirk faded 

“Excuse me?” 

“I need to have a discussion with them, immediately” 

“You’re lying” Zachariah accused 

“Maybe I am” the man shrugged “but do you wanna test out that theory?” He warned, you turned around and gave Zachariah the same smug smirk. He clenched his jaw and his nostrils flared. There was a fluttering sound and then he vanished 

“Shall we?” The newcomer smiled at the three of you and snapped his fingers. You felt like you were floating for half a second before you realized you were in a garden. The boys were both beside you, looking just as confused. The man was standing in front of you with a warm smile, leaning against a wooden shelf covered in plants 

“Who are you?” Dean asked 

“I’m Joshua” 

“The Joshua?” Sam said 

“The Joshua” he nodded 

“So… this is the garden then” you questioned, Joshua chuckled 

“Yes this is the garden dear” 

“So…where is he?” Dean  asked 

“Where is who? Oh… the boss? He’s busy right now” Joshua said 

“Too busy for this?” Dean scoffed 

“He doesn’t speak to face to face with many people these days, that’s why I’m here to talk to you two” 

“So what he talks to you not us?” Sam asked 

“I get it, you’re upset”

“Upset?! Upset..? Are you kidding me, we’re more than upset were pissed” Dean fussed 

“I understand-“

“No you don’t. Are you a vessel? Did you have to fight your own brother to the death?” 

Joshua took in a deep breath and sighed “No”

“Then zip it junkless” Dean growled  

Joshua looked down at the floor and nodded. “I wish I could tell you something different, truly. But this is your path, whether you like it or not, this is your future. I can’t change it and neither can you” 

“So what now?” You asked 

“Now you go back home. You fulfill your destiny” Joshua said with a sad smile. “Well… some of you” he added 

“What was that?” Dean asked 

“I’m sorry it has to be this way” 

Before either of you could question him a bright light appeared in the sky and everything went dark 

~~~~~~~~~

The motel was quiet. Just like it had been that morning. The AC unit was still on, gently rattling, moving the curtains with a soft breeze. The boys were sprawled across the beds, their chests were covered in blood. Yours was too, the only difference was the bullet wounds in theirs were gone…yours weren’t. 

Sam shot straight up with a gasp, clutching his chest. He took in a deep breath and glanced at Dean. He barely had the chance to open his mouth before Dean shot up after him. 

“You good?” Sam asked, Dean grabbed his shirt and ran his hand over his chest 

“Yea” he breathed “I think so” he said. “Where’s-“ he trailed off when he saw a foot on the floor near the end of his bed 

“Y/n?” Dean immediately bolted out of the bed and ran towards you. Sam followed. He froze when he saw you.

Your face was pale and pasty. Your eyes were open but vacant and glazed over. Your chest wasn’t rising, you were completely still and covered in blood. 

“Y/n?” Dean dropped to his knees and grabbed your collar. “Hey, it’s time to wake up. It’s over, cmon” he forced a chuckle and gently shook you. Sam dropped down and cupped your face, his eyes widened when he felt your skin. 

“She’s- she’s cold… Dean she’s cold” he whispered 

“She’s fine she’s always cold” Dean grabbed your chin and shook you harder 

“Hey! Snap out of it” he ordered, but you didn’t move. You couldn’t move, because you were gone 

“Y/n? Y/n!? Cmon stopping messing around” Dean smacked your shoulder earning a harsh hit on the arm from Sam 

“Don’t touch her like that!” 

“What am I supposed to do Sam!” Dean screamed. Sam pressed his fingers against your neck and frantically shifted them across your skin 

“I can’t find it” he panted, his eyes were filling with tears his cheeks were already beginning to stain 

“Move” Dean shoved Sam out of the way and pressed his hand against your neck firmly. He did the same as Sam, there was no pulse. 

“No” Dean choked “no, no, no, no, cmon, we gotta get her to a hospital” he hooked his arms under your knees and back and tried to lift you off the ground. His legs buckled before he fully stood. 

“Dean!” Sam grabbed the both of you and helped him lower you back down

“Help me Sam! She needs a doctor” Dean cried, his face was red now. His eyes were teary. Sam let out a loud cry and collapsed on top of your chest. Dean shook his head an tried to shove Sam off of your still frame 

“Sam! What are you doing?! Move!” Dean pushed him 

“Stop!” Sam sobbed “just stop” he buried his face in your jacket and clutched your collar. From afar it almost looked like you were wrestling. Like Sam had jokingly pinned you to the ground like you used to do when you were little. But you weren’t laughing, none of you were. Your face wasn’t bright and your eyes didn’t sparkle. They were dull and dim. Your mouth was barely parted, your color completely drained. The pale shade made the dark sticky liquid on your lips stand out 

The small trail of blood that had trickled down your chin was still there, just dry now. Your expression was uncanny and unnerving. You could see the fear on your face still, like a physical screenshot 

“Don’t do this to me” Sam wailed, his voice was muffled from your jacket. He sat up and placed his hands over your chest. He straightened out his upper body and started to give you CPR. He pushed down, hard, over and over again. Your body jolted with every push, the bullet wounds began to gush. 

“Cmon” he muttered to himself, trying his best to maintain his momentum. “Cmon” he kept going until there was a loud crack. He gasped and immediately flinched away from you

“Oh god” he choked out, “oh god” his hands hovered over your body, his eyes were wide and filled with fear. You remained still and silent, you didn’t flinch when your rib cracked. He covered his mouth with guilt and collapsed against your body again

“CAS!” Dean screamed, “CASTIEL!” He stood up and screamed again. Sam stayed on the floor, ignoring the fact that his cheek was covered in your blood now. 

There was a quiet fluttering sound and then Cas appeared 

“Dean whats-“ Cas didn’t need to finish his sentence when he saw you lying on the floor. He immediately dropped to his knees and touched your forehead. He grimaced before he slowly removed his hand 

“Fix her!” Dean shouted, Cas looked up at him with a knowing expression 

“Dean I-“ 

“Now Cas! Do it now!” He barked, Cas glanced back at your body and gently stroked a stray hair away from your face. He was an angel, a warrior, but in that moment he was just a man. His eyes welled up, his lip quivered slightly. 

“Cas!” Dean interrupted, Cas sighed and stood back up. 

“What are you doing? Heal her”

“Dean” Sam cried, still laying on your corpse 

“You know I can’t do that” Cas replied softly 

“Yes you can you’re an angel Cas just-“

“I can’t bring people back from the dead” Dean blinked and swallowed hard 

“What” he whispered 

“Dean she’s….  she’s already gone” 

Dean didn’t hesitate, he just swung. He slammed his fist against Castiel’s cheek with a loud grunt. Cas barely flinched, he turned his head in the direction of the punch to protect Dean’s hand from snapping. Dean let out a heartbreaking sob and sunk to the floor near your feet. He crawled towards you and wrapped his hand around your ankle.

Sam finally picked his head up from your chest and scooted himself against the bed. He hooked his arms under yours and dragged your body into his lap. He was sobbing, your neck was limp and loose, your head rolled across his thighs. Tears streamed down his face and onto your cheeks. You didn’t flinch or twitch you stayed perfectly still with little tear drops peppered across your skin. 

“You’re ok” Sam whispered, he stroked your hair with a shaky hand. “You’re ok, it’s ok, it’ll be ok” he cooed. Dean was still on the floor, he was shaking so hard he looked like he was going to puke. He looked up at Sam, the two of them made eye contact. Dean pushed himself towards the two of you and bent down to kiss your head. 

“It’s ok Sammy, she’s just a little cold” he nodded, glancing down at your face. “Aren’t you kiddo, you’re just cold is all” he shrugged and cupped the side of your face. “Right?” He laughed but it didn’t sound like a laugh, it sounded like a cry. “You’re just cold right?” He repeated, his breathing was getting quicker. Cas sat down on one of the beds watching your brothers cling to your body. The two of them stayed there for a long time, so long that Cas started to worry 

“I can take her back to the car” he offered. Sam looked up and glared at him

“Your kinds done enough” he hissed

“Sam I didn’t-“

“If it wasn’t for you and your brothers this wouldn’t be happening!” Sam yelled, your body shook with his outburst 

“Sam” Dean said, Sam immediately looked down at you, realizing he had ruffled your hair on accident 

“I’m sorry” he apologized, despite the fact that you couldn’t hear him. “I’m sorry” he tucked your hair behind your ear and kissed your head again 

“Get out” Dean demanded 

“But I can-“ 

“Get. Out.” 

There was another fluttering sound, and Cas was gone. Sam continued to hold you, his body subconsciously rocked back and forth. A gesture usually meant to soothe you but in that moment the only thing Sam was soothing was himself. The blood on his cheek was dry now, flakey and dark. 

“We should take her to Bobby’s” Dean said, Sam looked up at him with red eyes 

“Why”

“There’s probably a spell or a book we can use to bring her back” Dean grunted and forced himself to stand 

“Cmon, if we leave now we can make it there by morning” he reached his hand out for Sam to grab but he didn’t 

“She’s not coming back Dean” Sam said dryly, he looked numb and broken 

“Don’t say that” Dean snapped 

“She’s not. She’s-“

“Enough. Zachariah!” He screamed, Sam just sighed and laid his chin on your head. 

“Dean” a cold, sly voice echoed through the room 

Dean turned around and went to grab the angel by the throat before Zachariah held up his finger. 

“I wouldn’t if I were you” he smirked 

“Bring her back. Now” Dean growled 

“I’m sorry?” Zachariah scoffed 

“You heard him” Sam hissed 

“Oh… the little snot” he chuckled and looked down at your bloodied body. He sauntered towards the bed and frowned 

“Hm, pity” 

“No more games, bring her back” Dean barked, Zachariah raised his brow and looked up at Dean with a smirk 

“Excuse me?” 

“You heard me” Dean fumed 

“I think there’s a little bit of a misunderstanding going on here gentleman. I don’t take orders from monkeys” 

Dean went to lunge before Zachariah grabbed his shirt. 

“Don’t test me boy” he warned 

“What are you gonna do” Dean grunted 

“I’ll send you back downstairs myself”

“No you won’t, you can’t. That’s the whole reason you brought me back” 

Zachariah paused and nodded “you’re right, it is. But your sister-“ he let go of Dean’s shirt roughly. “She’s nothing to me, she’s nothing to anyone. We don’t need her” 

“We don’t care!” Sam roared “we won’t do it if she’s dead” 

Zachariah chuckled 

“We’re serious, bring her back or the deals off. No saying yes, no fighting, no being a vessel. It’s done” Dean commanded 

“I love that you think you have power over me, over anyone honestly. It’s cute” Zachariah bent down and cocked his head. He looked at you and stretched his hand out before Sam snapped 

“Don’t touch her” 

Zachariah paid him no attention and trailed his fingertip down your jawline. “It is a shame, truly. She was the only one I tolerated.” He shrugged 

“Please” Dean muttered, Zachariah froze. The room went quiet for a split second before he turned to face Dean . 

“What was that?” He said, a smug smile started to creep up his face 

“Please” Dean repeated, Zachariah stood up and crossed his arms 

“Are you begging?” He teased 

“Yes” Dean didn’t hesitate “just take me, take me and bring her back. I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll say yes right now if you bring her back” 

“Dean” Sam went to object before Dean motioned for him to stop 

“As much as I’d like to think you’re telling the truth, I don’t. I’m not here to bargain with you Dean, I don’t do deals. I’m here to relish in the fact that you lost. Your sisters dead because the two of you were too stubborn. You can either accept the fact that this is your destiny and make her death mean something. Or don’t and let her have died for nothing. Bye boys” 

“WAIT!” Dean screamed 

But it was too late. Zachariah vanished and Dean fell to the floor with a loud cry. There would be no deal, no spell, no loophole. There wasn’t a way to reverse time or snap you back to life. You were dead. 

Dean cried on the floor for hours. It was strange for Sam to watch. He rarely ever saw Dean cry let alone sob. They stayed in the motel for a long time, listening to each other’s tears. Eventually Sam decided it was time to leave. He gingerly scooped you up and laid you down on the bed 

“Dean” he said softly, Dean didn’t answer. He was lying on the ground, eyes puffy and red. 

“Dean we need to go” Sam said 

“Why” Dean said quietly 

“There could be more hunters, if we stay here we-“

“What’s the point, Sam. Let them come” 

“You don’t mean that” Sam sat down on the bed next to you and stroked your hair back. 

“Yea I do” Dean pushed himself up and glared at Sam. 

“Dean -“

“If you wanna go that’s fine. Take her with you, keep her safe. But I’m staying” Dean said coldly 

“I’m not leaving without you” Sam shook his head 

“Yea you are” Dean grunted and stood up, his joints snapped and popped. He grabbed his keys and walked towards the door. “Cmon Sammy” he twisted the doorknob and slowly pulled the door open. Sam sighed and scooped you up again. The two of them gently placed you in the backseat. Sam made a point to make sure your hair wasn’t in your face, Dean covered you up with his jacket. Before Sam shut the door he looked down at your face again. Your eyes were still open, stuck at half mast, dull and empty. He reached out and gingerly ran his fingers over your face

He manually closed your eyes, his hand lingered on your skin. When he pulled away you looked a little less unsettling. You were still pale, paler than you were before, but you looked asleep. Sam closed the door and Dean went to walk back into the motel. 

“Dean, wait” Sam chased after him and grabbed his arm firmly. Dean sighed and looked down at his wrist 

“Let go Sam” he said calmly 

“No” 

“Sam-“

“Dean please” Sam begged, Dean looked at him and his expression softened. Sam’s eyes were filled with tears, his lip was shaking. 

“Sammy” Dean sighed 

“Dean please, I can’t- I can’t lose you both. I can’t” Sam cried 

“I-“ Dean went to speak before Sam cut him off again 

“Please” Sam begged, he grabbed Dean’s collar and held it tight. “Don’t leave me, please, if you won’t do it for me do it for her” Dean stared at his little brother for a moment before he folded and let out a deep breath 

“Ok Sammy” he whispered, Sam melted and dropped his head onto Dean’s shoulder . Dean immediately wrapped his arms around him. Sam broke, he couldn’t hold it in anymore, he just cried. Dean fell back into his role, subconsciously soothing Sam with a gentle pat on the back 

“We’ll get her back Sammy, we always do”  Dean cooed, even though he knew it was a lie

🖤𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝔀𝓮𝓭𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰🖤

A/N: Sorry for the wait :) 

Summary: It’s your wedding day, you’re brothers get emotional 

Genre: Fluff 

Pairing: sister!reader x Sam and Dean 

Word count: 1.8k

Today was the big day. The day your life would change forever. You were in a fancy room, a bridal suite Bobby managed to pay for. It was bright and the air smelled sweet, like lavender. You were siting in a comfy chair getting your hair and makeup done. You didn’t bother paying for an artist or stylist, Jody offered to do it herself.

“You nervous?” She asked, gently brushing your hair back into your preferred style 

“Little bit” you lied, you weren’t a little nervous you were terrified. Your shaky hands were currently giving you away. Jody let out a soft chuckle before she put the brush down and walked around the chair. She crouched down in front of you and gently grabbed your hands. 

“Listen to me, you have nothing to be worried about ok? Today’s going to be perfect” she said, you felt your eyes start to water 

“Uh uh, no tears yet honey, we’re not messing up that makeup” she smiled and grabbed a tissue off the counter. She dabbed the corner of your eye before she cupped your face 

“You’re gonna do great” 

“What if something goes wrong?” You said quietly, she gave you another smile 

“Nothings gonna go wrong” she shook her head “not while I’m around” she winked “especially not with your brothers here, hell they’ll climb Everest before they let something go wrong today” 

You laughed and took in a deep breath “ok, ok” you nodded and blinked a few times to clear your remaining tears. 

“Alright, let’s finish getting that pretty hair  of yours done” she said, she grabbed the brush and continued. An hour later you were ready, well your face was, you hadn’t gotten into your dress yet. 

“You need help sweetheart?” Jody asked, you were in the bathroom holding up the fabric

“Yea I think so” 

The door clicked open and Jody stepped inside. 

“Alright lemme zip you up” she said, she gingerly tugged the fabric up and started zipping up the back. You held the dress against your chest, admiring the subtle glimmer in the mirror 

“There we go” she chirped and stepped aside, she looked at you in the mirror and gasped 

“You look gorgeous Y/n, absolutely stunning” she covered her mouth and glazed at you. You grinned and looked at her 

“Thanks” 

She grabbed your arm and gave it a squeeze

“Of course, why don’t you go relax for a little while. Have a drink, calm your nerves, I’ll be at the venue” you nodded and watched her leave. You stayed in the bathroom a little while longer before you strolled back into the main room. You sat down on the couch and grabbed a bottle of water off the coffee table. You took a couple sips and set it back down. You could feel your heart pounding, your face felt hot and you couldn’t seem to cool down 

You were just about to grab a piece of ice from the mini fridge in the corner before there was a knock on the door. 

“Come in” you said, adjusting your dress before the door opened fully. You heard two pairs of footsteps and looked up to see your brothers standing in the doorway. 

“Guys!” You laughed “you’re not supposed to see me until the ceremony” you fussed, you stood up and gently brushed the small ruffles off your dress. You glanced back up at the boys when you realized they were frozen. You raised your brow and chuckled 

“You ok?” You asked

They didn’t answer. Sam made the first move, he slowly walked up to you and looked you up and down. 

“Sammy?” You said quietly, you looked at his eyes and realized they were filled with tears. “Oh don’t cry” you softly laughed. He covered his mouth and rubbed his chin before he went to touch your arms. His hands hovered over your skin like he was afraid he’d mess something up.

“God Y/n” he managed to choke out. He finally grabbed your hand and held it firmly. 

“What?” You asked shyly. He brought your hand to his lips and gave it a soft kiss. You grinned, your cheeks blushed 

“You look stunning” he said, he gingerly touched your shoulder and ran his hand down your arm. He practically towered over you, he was a buff built guy but in that moment he was completely captivated 

“Don’t get all sappy on me Sammy” you smiled, he let out a teary chuckle. 

“You’re every bit as beautiful as mom” he whispered, which definitely didn’t help your already forming tears. You let out a small huff and tried to blink them away. Sam lingered for a long time, staring at your dress and your hair before he eventually let Dean have his moment with you. 

Dean walked up as Sam stepped back. He didn’t say anything at first he just stood in front of you and took everything in. You looked at him, a small wave of doubt ran through your brain, worried he wouldn’t like something. Before you could spiral he reached up and cupped the side of your face with a warm calloused hand. He gazed at you, you noticed his eyes twitch, he was on the verge of tears. He folded his lips in for a brief second, clearly trying to maintain his composure before he spoke 

“My babygirl is all grown up” he said with a shaky voice. You couldn’t hold back your tears after that. You immediately started to cry and dropped your head down. You heard a wet laugh and felt his hand on your chin. He lifted your head back up and gave you a watery smile 

“Don’t cry” he whispered, gently wiping his thumb across your cheek to rid the tears. “You’ll mess up your war paint” he said, you laughed and looked up at him 

“Look at you” he breathed “look at her Sammy” he grabbed your hand and held it in the air. He twisted your wrist softly and spun you around. You giggled and grabbed his hands afterwards to steady yourself. The boys stared at you for a minute, admiring their little sister, all grown up. 

“Alright, alright, enough gawking” you said with a sniffle 

“Sorry” Sam laughed “we’re just… we’re just enjoying the moment” he said, you nodded, your smile fade a little 

“Wish mom and dad could be here” you said lowly, Dean softly pulled you towards him and kissed your forehead tenderly 

“They’re here kiddo, they’re always here” he reassured. You were about to start crying again before there was another knock on the door 

“Yea?” You answered, the door opened and Jody poked her head inside. She chuckled when she saw the boys standing beside you 

“Couldn’t wait till the ceremony huh boys?” She teased, they laughed and nodded. “They’re about ready for you honey” 

“Ok, I’ll be down in a minute” you said, she smiled and closed the door. You took in a deep breath, your heart started to beat a little quicker. The boys recognized your anxiety immediately 

“Hey” Sam said, he stood in front of you and grabbed your shoulders. “Deep breath” he coached, you followed his lead and took in another breath 

“Look at me, everything’s gonna go great” 

“But what if it doesn’t” you sighed 

“It will” Dean said firmly. He gently pulled you into a hug, careful not to mess up your hair. 

“Just breathe, the ceremony won’t last long and then you can dance and party for the rest of the night, ok?” He cooed, when you pulled away from the hug his eyes were red and misty 

“Alright cmon, we’re gonna go grab your bouquet, don’t wanna keep everyone waiting” Sam winked and gave you a quick peck on the top of your head. You nodded and watched them leave 

Breathe 

You darted into the bathroom and checked your hair and makeup. You adjusted your dress and blotted your lipstick one more time before you rushed to the door. You carefully jogged through the building and made your way to the doors. You could hear the soft melody of a violin paired with the gentle keys of a piano. You heard muffled voices and quiet whispers. You felt your anxiety begin to rise again until you felt a hand on your arm. You jolted and looked to your left, Dean was standing beside you 

“You ready?” He asked quietly 

“I think I’m gonna faint” you whispered 

“Then I’ll carry you down the aisle” You looked to your right, there was Sam. He held out his arm and waited for you to grab on, Dean did the same. You latched onto them and squeezed their suits. Dean chuckled and bent down 

“Just look at me if you get too nervous, I’m right here” he soothed, the music died down for a moment before the song shifted. That was your cue, you watched the doorknob start to turn and the oak door began to creek. 

“Here we go” Sam whispered, the doors opened and every head in the room turned towards you. You gulped and pulled the boys closer to you. Everyone stood up 

“We got you” Dean subtly nudged you and the boys started walking. You kept your eyes on your fiancé. You could feel everyone’s eyes on you. Jody was in the second row, gazing at you with a motherly smile. Bobby was in the front row, filling in your father’s place. He looked emotional which was surprising for an old grump. Even Garth was there siting in the audience with a big goofy grin. 

Their encouraging faces washed all your fear away. Your shaky walk turned into a confident stride, the boys kept you close to their side. Sam had a proud smile on his face, Dean looked like he was about to burst into tears. You made your way down the aisle and eventually reached the altar. The boys didn’t let you go right away. They stood still for a second, holding onto you for a moment longer. Sam looked down at you and kissed your cheek. You squeezed his hand before you turned to Dean, he did the same thing as Sam on the other side 

They glanced at the groom and gave him a nod before they let you go. Dean took your bouquet and they both stood beside Bobby. You walked up to your husband to be and joined hands. 

“Hey” he greeted you 

“Hey” you chuckled 

“You may be seated” the officiant said kindly. The ceremony went beautifully and you got married to the love of your life. Your brothers ended up shedding more than a few tears and so did everyone else in the crowd. The party was a blast and everyone had a great time, but the only thing you could think about was your family. You hadn’t been “given away” you didn’t lose your brothers. You gained a loving husband and added him to the bunch 

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A/N: I’m so sorry for how long my requests are taking I’m backed up on them. Hope you enjoy 

Summary: You have a fun night at the bunker with an old flame but you end up being late… super late. You’re forced to take a pregnancy test and the boys unfortunately find out about it 

Genre: Angst to Fluff 

Pairing: sister!reader x Sam and Dean 

Word count: 4.4K

Two weeks. You were two weeks late. Now that wouldn’t usually bother you too much but this time was different. You had this…thing, more like a fling with an old flame of yours. It wasn’t anything serious, you just wanted someone to take your mind off of everything. 

So while your brothers were out on a simple hunt you invited him over for a movie night. Your intentions really were just to have a fun movie night. But…things got a little heated he got a little handsy and everything went downhill from there. 

You didn’t think much of it at first, you hid the evidence and cleaned up your room . You made sure he was long gone before they were due back from their hunt. You didn’t start to worry until later that week. You were supposed to be starting your period a few days after your “movie night” but you weren’t even spotting. 

You tried to stay calm and convince yourself that you were just late and you’d get it eventually. That was two weeks ago. Now? Oh you were terrified 

No no no no no 

You couldn’t be pregnant.. could you? You paced back and forth in your bedroom staring at your phone. Twelve days late? That was practically two weeks, do most girls go this long without their periods? You tossed your phone on your bed and ran your hands through your hair. No. You weren’t pregnant, it wasn’t possible. Right? You forced yourself to sit down but you couldn’t help the fact that your leg wouldn’t stay still. 

You bounced it up and down over and over again until your ankle started to ache. You couldn’t afford to be pregnant. You were too young, way too young. You could barely make a grilled cheese let alone take care of a whole human. You couldn’t stop thinking about it your mind was racing with so many thoughts and- 

“Y/n” 

You jumped and let out a quiet squeak. You looked at your door and saw your eldest brother standing outside of your room

“Sorry” he chuckled “didn’t mean to scare you” 

“It’s fine, what’s up?” You forced a smile and held your leg still 

“I was gonna run to the store, wanna come?” He asked, you thought about it for a second 

“What store?” You asked

“Just the convenience store down the road” he shrugged, perfect 

“Yea, yea I’ll come” you jumped up, barely missing lump in the rug but still managing to trip. Dean just rolled his eyes assuming you were just being your usual clumsy self. 

“Alright I’ll start the car, hurry up or I’m leaving you” he said, he shut the door while you dashed towards your dresser. You slipped on some jeans and put on a sweatshirt. A convenience store was perfect, you could grab a test, use their bathroom, no angry brothers. It was brilliant. You put your shoes on and jogged through the bunker 

“Going somewhere?” Sam asked, he was siting in the main room with a book in his hand per usual.

“Deans going to the store, figured I’d go” you said, trying your best to sound casual 

“Where?”

“Convenience store down the road” you said, making your way up the stairs 

“Grab me some fruit if they have any” he said

“Yea yea” you chuckled, he just smiled and watched you leave. You flew up the stairs and made it to the car with twenty bucks stuffed in your pocket. You slipped into the passenger seat as Dean turned on the radio 

“Surprised it didn’t take you a century to get out here” 

“Shut up and drive” you playfully scoffed, he chuckled and ruffled your hair before he backed the car up. The two of you blasted some classics, singing poorly the entire way there. It was fun but in the back of your mind you couldn’t help but think about the possibility of being pregnant. When Dean pulled up to the store you got out and tried your best to chill. You followed him inside and stuck with him for a few minutes before you saw the feminine section. 

“I’m gonna grab something real quick” you said

“Ok, just stick it in the basket when you’re done” Dean said, your stomach dropped. 

“Oh no I got it” you laughed nervously 

“Kid I’ll pay for it, I always do, just grab whatever you need” Dean nudged your elbow. Only if he knew 

“No it’s fine Dean I brought cash” 

“Y/n seriously, when have I ever made you pay” he asked 

“Never but-“

“Exactly, now grab your crap and cmon. I’m gonna look at their beer selection” he playfully pushed you back a bit before he strolled towards the beverage aisle. You let out an anxious sigh, you knew it was gonna be weird to pay for your own stuff. Dean never let you pay if he was with you, Sam too. Begging him to let you would be suspicious and so would a bag filled with mystery items if he caught you. You couldn’t carry a store bag around but you couldn’t just stroll up and pop a pregnancy test into the basket either. 

You were gonna have to be stealthy. You raced towards the women’s aisle and quickly scanned the rows. 

“Razors, deodorant, shampoo..” you mumbled to yourself. “Ah” you said, seeing a light blue box on the bottom shelf. You snatched it up and read the instructions. You glanced at the price making sure you had enough before you stuck it under your arm. You peeked out of the aisle to see where your brother was. He was still gazing at the beer, you didn’t have long. You darted towards the register and quickly threw the box on the counter 

“Hello.” the woman, who was a little older than you, said as she walked up towards the checkout. 

“Hi” you said quietly. You didn’t want your brother to hear you. 

“This all?” She asked, you noticed her glance down at the box before she looked back at you. Her brow raised ever so slightly, you could tell she was judging

“Mhm” you nodded, you looked back at the beverages, your eyes widened. Dean was gone. You swallowed and immediately started scanning the store. You couldn’t find him. You looked back at the girl and started tapping the counter nervously. She noticed. She quickly rang up the box and started to bag it 

“No, sorry, I’ll just carry it” you said, you fished out your twenty bucks and set it on the counter. She nodded and slid the box towards you before she started to give you your change 

“That the father?” She asked quietly

“That’s none of your business” you snapped

“Sorry” she mumbled, you paused for a second and looked back at the store. Your heart thumped a little quicker when you saw the top of Dean’s head in the chip aisle. You looked back at the girl 

“And no, he’s my brother” you answered, she nodded 

“He know? You look like a kid” 

“No, and I’m trying to keep it that way so if we could speed this up” you rushed, she just chuckled and handed you your cash. You stuck your money in your pocket and grabbed the box. Luckily you had on a sweatshirt with a big pocket, you slid the box inside. You made sure your hands were inside as well so it didn’t look obvious. 

“Is there a bathroom I can use?” You asked 

“Sorry the bathrooms are out of order” she said, you groaned. You went to join Dean before you paused. You turned around and sighed 

“Can you keep this between us?” you whispered, the cashier gave you a sympathetic smile and nodded. 

“Thanks” you mouthed before you made your way to the chips. On the way there you detoured to the candy and snatched up a box. You had to have something to stick in the basket. You cut the corner and joined Dean. He looked up at you and smiled

“Find it?” 

“Yep” you lied, you tossed the candy into the basket. He chuckled and raised his brow 

“That’s what you wanted to pay for? A cheap box of candy?” 

“Trying to be independent” you shrugged, he laughed and shook his head. 

“Oh” you said “Sam wanted some fruit, lemme go grab something” you said 

“Fruit? In a convenience store..?” Dean questioned  

“He’s your brother” you joked, Dean gently pushed your head 

“He’s your brother too, hurry up I’m ready to go” he said gently, you scurried off down the aisle and found a semi edible looking fruit section. You glanced at the racks and decided it would be better to grab a packaged smoothie instead. You strolled towards the drinks and sagged a handful of flavors you figured Sam would enjoy. Once you were done you found Dean who was already halfway through checking out 

The cashier cut her eyes at you but continued to scan Deans items. You awkwardly set the smoothies down and avoided eye contact. When she was done she handed Dean his receipt and you left without a word. 

“Did she seem off to you?” Dean asked as the two of you got into the car. You felt like there was a lump in your throat

“No” you lied 

“Huh” Dean huffed “coulda sworn she was looking at us funny” he shrugged and started the car. You didn’t say anything else, you wanted the conversation to be over. The box in your pocket was annoying and uncomfortable, not to mention nerve wracking. Every time the car stopped you had to make sure the test didn’t rustle or roll around inside. 

After what felt like an eternity you finally made it back to the bunker. You quickly grabbed your bags and headed towards the stairs. Dean followed 

“You in a rush kiddo?” He chuckled 

“Nah, just uh…cold” you said, internally slapping yourself 

“It’s 70 how are you cold” he scoffed, you didn’t answer you just ran down the steps and made your way downstairs. 

“Hey” Sam greeted when he saw you 

“Hey, here” you sat one of the bags down in front of him. 

“Thanks” he opened the bag and raised his brow. 

“They had fruit but it was…questionable” you said, he just smiled and nodded 

“No worries, I like this brand anyways” he grabbed one of the smoothies and cracked open the cap. “Thanks” 

“No problem” you gave him a pat on the head before you went to walk towards your room

“Hey, Y/n you mind helping with dinner?” You clenched your jaw and turned back around 

“I was about to hop in the shower can it wait?” You lied, Dean sighed 

“It’s already seven and I’m starving it won’t take long, promise” he said 

“Dean” you whined 

“Fine, don’t help your brother then, I’ll just go make dinner all by myself lonesome with no one-“

“Ok! Jeez your such a guilt trip” you cut him off, he smirked and sat the rest of the bags down 

“Lemme put my shoes up, gimme a second” you jogged to your room and immediately ripped the box out of your pocket. 

“Take the test out of the packaging, use the first urine of the day..” 

Hopefully it’ll still work 

“Take the cap off, place the strip under stream blah blah blah, pee on a stick” you grumbled and opened the kit. You tossed the box on your bed and looked at the test. Your heart was pounding and your stomach felt queasy. 

Please let it be negative

“Hey Y/n you forgot your candy” 

Crap 

You turned around and put your hands behind your back 

Dean was standing in the doorway with the box of candy you placed in the basket earlier. His brows furrowed when he saw your awkward stance 

“Uh… what are you doing?” He asked 

“Nothing” you said, you could feel your face heating up

“What’s that?” He said, he leaned to try and see behind you 

“Whats what?” 

“Y/n, cmon” he laughed “what are you hiding”

“I’m not hiding anything” you sounded ridiculous 

“What? Is it porn?” Dean chuckled 

“Dean!” 

“What! Just checking” he slowly came into your bedroom. You backed up to your bed and gulped 

“Just show me” 

“No”

“Y/n” he said, sounding a little more serious than before 

“No Dean what happened to privacy” 

“You can have privacy when you close your door, what are you hiding” his tone shifted from playful to stern. Your heart was pounding, your mouth was extremely dry all the sudden 

“Dean-“ before you could finish he was in front of you with a few quick strides. He grabbed your arm and tugged it from being your back 

“Wait!-“ it was too late. Your hand had been uncovered and Dean’s face dropped. He stared at the strip for a good ten seconds before he chuckled 

“This is a joke right?…..Right?” He smiled but it wasn’t warm or comforting 

“Dean I-“

“Y/n, tell me you’re joking” his smile faded

“I didn’t mean for it to go that far I just wanted to-“

“Are you pregnant” he asked firmly 

“Dean I-“

“Are. You. Pregnant” he fumed, you shallowed and felt yourself shrink 

“I don’t know” you whispered, you saw his jaw clenched and his eyes harden 

“Damnit Y/n” he barked “are you kidding me?!” 

“I didn’t mean to” you cried 

“Didn’t mean to? You didn’t mean to Y/n? I’m pretty sure you meant to have sex Y/n”

“Dean!” 

“What?! That’s what you did right? That’s the only reason you’d be taking a friggin pregnancy test!” He hollered

“What’s going on?” Sam cut the corner and poked his head in your room 

“Oh I don’t know Sam, looks like we might be having a niece or a nephew” Dean seethed, Sam blinked 

“I’m sorry?” He questioned 

“Tell him Y/n” Dean angrily smiled “go on, tell him what you did” 

You were crying now. Full on fat tears were streaming down your face 

“No, uh uh no time for tears Y/n, what the hell did you do” Dean hissed 

“Dean! Enough” Sam snapped 

“I don’t think you’re understanding the situation Sam” Dean snatched the box from the bed and tossed it to Sam. He caught it and read the label. His eyes went wide 

“Y/n..” he said quietly 

“I’m sorry, it just happened” you sobbed, you sunk to the floor and pressed your back against the bed 

“It doesn’t just happen Y/n it’s a choice” Dean said 

“Yea a choice you make pretty damn often” you yelled 

“I’m an adult!” Dean snapped 

“So am I!” 

“Hey!” Sam interrupted “shut up, both of you. Dean take a walk” 

“Sam-“

“Now” Sam ordered, Dean kicked the edge of the bed frame and stormed out of your room. 

“Y/n, get up” 

“Sammy-“

“Get. Up” Sam rarely ever used a tone that cold with you, it made your stomach churn. You stood up and avoided eye contact

“You’re gonna go in the bathroom and you’re gonna take this test” he said and led you to the bathroom. You went inside and shut the door. You felt clammy and sick all the sudden. The sight of the strip made you wanna puke let alone the thought of having a baby. You looked at the cap and reread the directions. You followed them carefully and laid the test on the sink when you were finished. 

“You done?” you heard Sam’s muffled voice through the door. You opened it and glanced up at him, you nodded and stepped out. The two of you sat in silence as you waited for Sam’s alarm to go off. Just as the bell rang Dean stepped into your room again

“Did she take it” he asked sharply

“Go check it” Sam looked at you, you got up and walked into the bathroom. you shut your eyes before you looked down at the sink. You were terrified, you couldn’t have a baby, not now. You took in a deep breath before you opened your eyes and grabbed the strip. You looked at the end and a wave of relief crashed into you when you read negative. You clutched your shirt and tried to catch your breath before you faced your brothers 

“It’s negative” 

Both boys let out a loud sigh of relief. You thought the worst was over before Sam glared back at you and patted the bed. 

“Sit” he commanded, you didn’t argue. You sat down on the mattress and started anxiously picking your fingernails

“Look at me” Sam said, his tone was softer than before but still full of authority. You hesitantly met his eyes and forced yourself to maintain contact. 

“I need you to understand how serious this is” he said sternly, Dean sat down on the edge of the bed. 

“Sam I under-“

“No. You don’t. If you did you wouldn’t be taking a pregnancy test right now” 

“You’ve got to be kidding me” you scoffed 

“Far from it” Sam stated “Y/n this is the dumbest thing you’ve done in a long time let alone dangerous” 

“Sam please-“

“I’m not done. Hush” he said firmly “do you realize how serious this could’ve been if you ended up pregnant?”

“Yes Sam I-“

“No, you don’t Y/n you’re nineteen, fresh out of highschool you’re still a kid”

“I’m not a kid” you snapped 

“Yea well you sure act like one” Dean grumbled, you scoffed

“You know that’s rich coming from you” 

“What’s that supposed to mean” Dean cut his eyes at you 

“You’re kidding right? Dean Winchester, the man who can’t keep it in his pants” you hissed 

“Y/n” Sam said 

“I’m an adult Y/n and I’m cautious” Dean barked 

“I’m an adult too Dean only difference is if I get pregnant I can’t just run away from my problems, god knows how many kids you probably have at this point!” 

“Enough!” Sam yelled “I don’t wanna hear another word come out of your mouth until I am finished with this conversation” 

Dean went to say something, probably a sly remark or an insult before Sam stuck his hand up and motioned for Dean to stay quiet. 

“You’re young and you’re clearly still naive if you really think a few birth control pills are gonna keep you from getting pregnant” 

“I don’t take-“

“Don’t lie to me. I saw them in your purse the other day, I was planning on addressing it this weekend but apparently I have to address it now” Sam sighed “look I can’t tell you not to have sex, your right, you’re a legal adult whether we like it or not” he continued 

“But I will tell you that risking something that serious over a cheap date isn’t worth it Y/n” 

“He wasn’t a cheap date Sam he was my friend” 

“Friends don’t sleep together Y/n” Dean spat

“Hypocrite” you mumbled

“What did I say” Sam growled, his eyes were sharp and angry. He waited a moment before he kept talking. “Like I was saying, I can’t forbid you from doing it but I’m telling you now, having a one night stand with some guy from your old chemistry class isn’t worth the consequences” 

“So babies are consequences now” you angrily chuckled

“Yea when you’re nineteen they are. You can’t afford a child right now Y/n. None of us can. We don’t live a life fit for most people let alone a kid. We’re hunters not babysitters. You can’t just pop out a kid and expect the world to suddenly soften. It wouldn’t be fair for your child” 

“Dad raised us just fine” you shrugged 

“Bull” Dean grunted 

“Dad raised us on bars, booze, and bullets Y/n. That’s no life for a little kid. Do you really wanna be taking your five year old to a shooting range and ruin their childhood when you tell them about monsters?” 

You sighed “of course not Sam” 

“Then do better” 

“You can’t talk, either one of you. All you do is run around and sleep with anything that has boobs” you fussed 

“We’re grown Y/n, and we take precautions” 

“Yea right” you scoffed “if you get a girl pregnant you don’t have to deal with jack if I get pregnant my life is ruined. If I was a guy you wouldn’t be having this conversation with me right now” 

Dean groaned and Sam sighed 

“Even if you couldn’t get pregnant Y/n it’s still stupid I mean how long have you known this guy?” Sam asked 

“That’s none of your business Sam”

“It is my business because I’m the one who has to deal with your bad decisions” 

“Since last fall” 

“Last fall?” Dean chuckled “you’ve known him for what? Less than a year?” 

“How long did you know Lisa before you screwed yourself silly” 

“Y/n!” Sam yelled 

“What?! Look I made a mistake, I’m not pregnant, and I won’t do it again” you snapped

“You didn’t make a mistake Y/n you made a massive one” Sam corrected

“You don’t think I know that” you hissed “you know what get out, just get out” 

“Y/n-“

“Get out!” 

The boys sighed and left you be so everyone had a chance to cool down. You spent twenty minutes alone in your room before there was a soft knock on your door 

“Go away” you mumbled, the door opened anyways. Sam stepped inside and shut the door behind him. You quickly wiped the tears off your face and covered your cheeks with your hands. Sam sat down beside you and hesitantly sat his hand on your thigh 

“I’m sorry I yelled at you” he said gently, you stayed quiet. He sighed and gave your leg a soft squeeze 

“You’re young, I get it. You wanna have fun you wanna live your life and I understand. I wish that we didn’t have to take things as seriously but we do. I want you to have fun and I want you to be happy but I also want you to be smart about it ok?” He said, you glanced up at him with teary eyes and he immediately melted. He pulled you into his side and tucked you under his arm. 

“I’m not mad I was just concerned. I want you to be safe and sleeping around with some kid you met a few months ago isn’t safe” you grumbled something under your breath and he let out a tired laugh 

“I know, I know, imma hypocrite. Look I’ve definitely had my fair share of… flings but each time I did was a mistake. Sure it was fun in the moment but it only lasted a few hours and it’s not worth the risk” he said, smoothing your hair back with a warm hand 

“I didn’t mean for it to go that far” you whispered 

“I know. I understand, trust me. Look you’re nineteen, you’re young. You’re an amazing hunter, you’re smart, you’re talented and… I’m not saying motherhood isn’t meant for you” he paused and looked down at you. “I think you’d make a great mom” he said softly “but right now? That’s the last thing you need so… just be careful, ok?” 

“Ok” you nodded, he kissed the top of your head and hugged you a little tighter

“If I catch that boy in this bunker again though I’m shooting him” he added, you giggled 

“Alright, I’m gonna grab some dinner, I doubt Dean wants to cook. You wanna come or stay here?” 

“Stay here” you said, he nodded and gave you one last squeeze before he stood up. 

“Go easy on Dean, he loves you that’s all” Sam said before he left. You stayed in your room for a few minutes before you eventually made your way to the library. You plopped down on one of the sofas Sam had brought down a few weeks ago. You grabbed a book off the table and opened it up before you heard the floor creek. You glanced up and saw Dean slowly walking into the library 

He didn’t say anything at first he just walked up and sat down beside you. He let out a small huff before he spoke 

“I was outta line back there” he said, you just kept “reading”. He looked over at you and gently tugged the corner of your book. He pulled it away and closed it 

“Dean-“

“Just… listen. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have used that tone with you it was wrong” he said, you looked at him 

“Now I’m not saying I’m not mad about the whole thing cause I am. The last thing this family needs is another kid. But… I’m sorry, I just want you to be responsible ok?” 

“It’s not fair” you mumbled 

“I know” 

“No, you don’t. You and Sam get to run around town with whoever you want but the second I do it it’s a crime”

“I never said Sam and I were perfect. I know I can be a dirt bag and I know I shouldn’t be doing a lot of the crap I do but that doesn’t make it ok for you either” 

“You know when dad found out you were messing around he didn’t scold you” you scoffed 

“Ha, that’s cute, dad chewed me out multiple times I just never told you” 

You raised your brow “really?”

“Really. You think he’d be ok with his son knocking some girl up? Nah” 

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Never had a reason, but now apparently I do. Look having one night stands aren’t as cracked up to be”

“Says you” 

“Yea yea I know” he chuckled “they’re fun for a little then you just go back to your regular crap life. The consequences aren’t worth the time” he pat your leg and gave you a sympathetic smile. 

“I get it, our life sucks, but don’t do something stupid ok?” 

“Alright, alright, I don’t need another lecture mom” you smirked, he rolled his eyes and shoved you gently 

“Ok smartass, where’d Sam go?” He asked 

“Went out to grab food” you answered, Dean nodded and cupped the side of your face. He looked at you for a second before he gave your cheek a soft tap and got back up. 

When Sam returned he brought the food down and the three of you had dinner in Dean’s room. You watched a movie and yapped the entire way through. The boys didn’t continue to scold or lecture you they let it go. You were an adult, yes, but you were also their little sister. You knew you should’ve been more careful and even though the fussing wasn’t fun it was needed. You knew they were just looking out for you. Fortunately and unfortunately you got your period the next morning. It sucked but hey, at least you weren’t pregnant 

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A/N: I’m so sorry for how long it’s been since I’ve posted last. I’m trying to get back on schedule after the funeral. Requests will be written soon 

Summary: A hunt goes massively wrong and ends up with you in the hospital in need of a wheelchair 

Genre: Angst 

Pairing: wheelchair user sister!reader x Sam and Dean 

Word count: 6.7k

Warning: Includes injury

It shouldn’t have been you. It wasn’t supposed to be you, but you had to save your brother. The three of you drove a couple hours to take care of a werewolf case. It was supposed to be simple, but it wasn’t. You tracked a stray wolf to a small cabin in the woods, you busted inside and immediately started searching. Dean found the monster in the bedroom and put it down. 

The three of you thought the hunt was over, you were wrong. As your brothers were taking care of the body you heard a noise in one of the spare rooms. You checked it out and realized the stray wasn’t alone. There was a second, a younger man, his brother. He attacked you the second you stepped into the bedroom. You tussled with each other, he managed to throw you into the wall 

When you hit the ground your gun slipped from your belt. Sam heard the commotion and ran into the room. The werewolf turned towards him and snatched your gun off the floor. You didn’t think, you just moved. You scrambled to your feet and threw yourself in front of Sam just as the wolf pressed his finger against the trigger. There was a loud bang, you hit the floor with a thud 

You didn’t remember anything after that. Sam managed to kill the wolf but not before it landed a bullet in your back. The boys rushed you to the nearest hospital. That was the day that changed your life. Forever 

~~~~~~~

You woke to an annoying beep. It was near your right ear, you let out a loud groan. 

“Y/n? Y/n? Can you hear me?” Dean immediately jumped up and sat on the edge of your bed. You groaned again and tried to open your eyes. You were met with an extremely bright white light, you closed them again 

“Y/n” that was Sam, he was on the other side of you. You could feel something scratchy underneath your hands, sheets? 

“Where..?” You tried to form a proper sentence but your throat was dry and your voice was hoarse 

“Shh, don’t talk, don’t talk, just breathe” Sam cooed, you could tell something was wrong you just didn’t know what. You used every ounce of strength you had to pry your eyelids open. You squinted to adjust to the light before you realized you were in the hospital. 

“Sammy?” You croaked, you tried to sit up a bit but a large hand gently pushed you back down 

“Easy, easy, don’t move kiddo” Dean said softly, you turned your head towards him. You went to reposition your body but for some reason you couldn’t. You realized you were in an uncomfortable brace, it wrapped around your entire back. You had a blanket over your lower half and IV’s hooked to your arms 

“What happened?” You asked, the boys looked pale. Dean looked to Sam, you could see the hesitation in his eyes 

“You got shot, the werewolf he got your gun and he shot you in the back” Sam explained, your mind felt foggy and you were extremely tired but a part of you remembered the memory 

“How bad?” You asked, Sam shallowed 

“Well-“ Sam went to continue before there was a knock on the door. A few seconds went by before the door opened and a man in a white coat entered the room. He looked up at you and gave you a sad smile 

“Mrs. Winchester” he said “glad to see you’re awake” he closed the door and approached the hospital bed 

“What’s going on?” You asked before you let out a light cough. You immediately regretted it when you felt a strange electric jolt shoot down your back. You winced, the doctor and the boys all cringed 

“Mrs Winchester you’ve sustained a serious injury to your lower back” he said, you felt your heart flutter, the monitor picked it up. Dean grabbed your hand and gave it a light squeeze. The doctor continued 

“It’s called a lumbar injury, the bullet unfortunately damaged a part of your vertebrae” he said, his tone was gentle, unnervingly gentle 

“What does that mean?” You questioned 

“Well we don’t know the extent of the damage yet, you still have a-lot of swelling and inflammation surrounding the area. I was actually coming to check on you” he said, he went to touch your blanket 

“Is it ok if I poke around a little bit?” He asked, you nodded. He gently lifted the blanket off your feet and started to gingerly squeeze your toes

“Can you feel this?” He asked 

“Feel what?” 

The doctor didn’t answer you but his face did. You pushed yourself up slightly and your heart sank. You realized he was pinching your skin, you couldn’t feel it 

“What- why.. why can’t I feel my foot?” You whispered, Sam reached out and cupped your cheek 

“It’s ok, it’s ok” he soothed 

“No it’s not ok I can’t feel my foot Sam” you went to wriggle your leg to see if you could feel the bedsheets but for some reason your body didn’t listen. Your eyes went wide you started frantically trying to move your lower half 

“Easy, easy, easy! Stay still” Dean immediately tried to hold you down to keep you as still as possible 

“Your brothers right Y/n, you need to stay very still, I know this is hard to process but I need you to stay calm” the doctor said 

“Calm?!” You yelled “I can’t move! Why can’t I move!” 

“Shhh shhh, easy, Y/n you’re gonna hurt yourself” Dean stroked your hair back and kept his arm pinned across your chest 

“Why can’t I move” you cried, your eyes were filling with tears, your face was flushed 

“Can you move any part of your lower half? Your toes?” The doctor asked, you tried, you tried so hard but nothing happened. You started to cry, the boys tried their best to soothe you

“Y/n, Y/n, I need you to try your best to stay still” the doctor said, you knew he was just trying to do his job but you couldn’t help but feel annoyed by his words. You looked up at him with teary eyes and a shaky lip 

“I’m paralyzed” you choked, Deans face drained of color. You could tell he was trying his best to keep it together

“We don’t know how bad the injury is yet, it could take weeks for the swelling to go down” the doctor said, trying to give you a small piece of hope 

“Will I move them again?” You asked, the doctor sighed 

“I really wish I could give you better news but it’s very unlikely that you’ll ever regain complete control after an injury like this” 

Your entire world shattered. You let out a loud cry, your brothers both flinched. They’d never heard a scream so heartbreaking and agonizing before. 

“I’m so sorry Mrs Winchester” the doctor said quietly, you weren’t even paying attention to him. Sam had scooted as close to you as he could, he wrapped you in his arms gently, careful not to tamper with your ivs. The doctor looked at Dean and sighed

“There’s some important information I need to go over with the three of you, I’ll give you all a moment to process” the doctor excused himself from the room and left you alone with the boys 

“Am I gonna be like this forever?” You whispered, your face was buried in the crook of Sam’s neck. 

“I don’t know sweetheart, the doctor doesn’t know everything yet you still need time-“

“Time not gonna fix this Sam!” You shouted, you pulled away from him and started aggressively trying to pull the blankets off your legs

“Hey, hey, hey, easy” Dean tried to help you but you pushed him away 

“Get off!” You yelled 

“Y/n please-“

“Get out” you hissed “both of you. Get out” 

“We’re not leaving you alone right now” Dean said 

“Get. Out.” You growled, hot tears started to stream down your face 

“Y/n-“ Sam tried to talk to you but you weren’t having it 

“Go!” 

Your brothers obeyed and left you alone. You sat in your hospital bed, covered in wires, blankets, and strange monitors. You could feel how scratchy the hospital sheets were but the sensation didn’t make it past your hips. Your legs were gone. But they weren’t gone, they were right in front of you, you just couldn’t move them. 

Your brothers left you be for an hour. In that time frame you cried, you screamed, you closed your eyes and prayed you were just dreaming. But you didn’t wake up, because you weren’t dreaming, this was your life now 

When the boys finally came back into the room you were silent. They tried to get you to talk, tried to coax you into eating but you refused. They gave up after two hours and just turned on the crappy tv in the corner of the room. A few more minutes went by before there was another knock on the door. The doctor entered with that same stupid smile 

“Hello Mrs Winchester” he greeted, you didn’t respond. “How’s your pain?” He asked, you scoffed 

“Don’t know, can’t feeling anything” you snapped, he just nodded 

“I’d like to go over a few things with you and your family” he grabbed a small hard chair and sat down at the foot of your bed. He was holding a clip board and a small black pen 

“Because you’ve suffered from a lumbar injury I’d like you to stay in the hospital for a little while, we have a rehab facility I think you would benefit from” 

“Thought you said I wouldn’t regain any feeling” you said 

“Let him finish” Sam said softly, you rolled your eyes 

“It’s unlikely you’ll gain complete control but the good thing is you don’t have a complete injury” 

“What’s that mean?” Dean questioned 

“It means there’s a possibility she could have some control over her lower half again. Lumbar injuries typically effect everything below your hips meaning your bladder, bowels, and physical sensations” your face went red, Sam immediately reached out to soothe you. He placed his hand on your arm and started to rub his thumb across your skin 

“Since you have an incomplete injury with physical therapy and time there’s a possibility you could be able to control somethings. Maybe wiggle your toes, there’s a chance you could be able to walk for short periods of time with braces” 

“But I’ll never walk normally again?” You said sharply, your eyes welled up again

The doctor sighed “No. You’ll need a wheelchair for daily life” 

You didn’t talk much after that. The rest of the conversation was had by your brothers. You blocked out the majority of what they were discussing, your life was ruined. Everything felt like it was falling apart 

You stayed in the hospital for a long time. They made you do physical therapy every few hours, it was brutal and painful. Your arms were on fire, you felt like your privacy had been stripped away. You were constantly dealing with people you didn’t know touching and prodding. Finally after what felt like years they released you. But the struggle wasn’t over yet 

“You have her prescriptions filed?” 

“Yes” 

“Safety bars in the bathroom?” 

“They’re getting installed” 

“Her wheelchair?” 

“We have everything” Dean finally cut off the nurse who was currently wheeling you out of the hospital. 

“I’m sorry I don’t mean to pester I just need to make sure she’s prepared” 

“We understand, thank you” Sam smiled. The four of you made your way back to the car. 

“I can help transfer” the nurse said, talking about you like you were an object not a human being 

“It’s fine, I got her” Sam waved her off and went to hook his hands under your arms. His hands were cold and your skin was overly sensitive. You couldn’t support yourself so you were pretty much dead weight in his arms. It hurt. 

“Sam” you said, you grabbed his hands and gently tried to pry him off 

“I gotchu, it’s ok” 

“No- Sam it-“ you pushed a little harder 

“Y/n just stay still I got you” he said 

“Sam I’m trying to-“ 

“Y/n-“

“Sam! Get off!” You barked, shoving him away from you. He backed up with a pained expression. The nurse looked down at the concrete awkwardly 

“I’ll give you a moment” she said quietly, she walked a few feet away and left you alone with the boys 

“Y/n I just-“

“I can do it” you said. You tried to push yourself up with your arms but you weren’t strong enough yet. The boys watched you struggle with sad expressions as you gripped onto the rails 

“Y/n let us-“

“I can do it!” You yelled, cutting Dean off. You heard his boots against the pavement and watched him crouch down beside you 

“No you can’t” he said softly, your lip quivered 

“I can” you whispered

“You can’t kiddo” he reached out and stroked your hair back, wiping a stray tear off your cheek. You dropped your head and looked down at your legs. Getting in the car was such a simple task a few weeks ago. Now it was like climbing Everest. 

“I just wanna walk” you whimpered 

“I know” he grabbed your hand and kissed it gently. He pulled you close to him and pressed his forehead against yours 

“I know you want to, I want you to, but you can’t right now. You need help. I know you don’t want it but you have to let us help” he said softly, you sniffled and let out a defeated huff. 

“Ok” you whispered, Dean nodded and motioned for Sam to continue. Sam gingerly hooked his arms back under yours and lifted you out of the chair with ease. You were completely limp from the hips down, he sat you in the front seat gently. You went to grab the door when you realized your legs were still hanging out of the car 

You couldn’t even lift them into the seat. Sam softy hooked his arm under your knees and placed your legs in front of you. 

“Are you comfortable?” He asked 

“I wouldn’t know” you said coldly, he didn’t take offense he just sighed. He knew you were going through something he could never understand. Instead of getting angry with you he leaned into the car and kissed your temple. He didn’t expect a hug or a thank you, he just shut the door and slid into the backseat 

The nurse handed Dean a sheet of paper and exchanged a few words before she left. Dean got in the car and started the engine. 

“What’s that?” You asked 

“Nothing, just some guidelines” he shrugged, you reached out to grab the paper 

“Lemme see” 

“Y/n-“

“Lemme see” you took the paper from him and started reading 

Discharge instructions: 

Restrictions: 

No bending 

No driving 

No lifting/picking up heavy items. Nothing over 10-15 pounds. 

No straining 

No submerging. Stay out of pools, lakes, or any body of water unless it’s a shower. Stick to lukewarm water 

Daily/important Tasks

Skin checks: Inect tailbone, heels, and hips for redness or any signs of infection. If redness persists seek medical attention 

Medical log/med chart: Keep a steady record of prescription medication. Stay on a schedule 

Hydration: Ensure patient is staying hydrated and reaching around 60-64oz per day 

Bathing: Hygiene is important. Do not allow patient to partake in bathing themself alone. Bathing under these circumstances requires assistance until all physical therapy sessions have been completed and the patient has shown significant signs of improvement 

Bathroom Breaks: To ensure no accidents occur stay on a regular schedule. Even if the patient doesn’t feel like they need to use the restroom set an alarm every 4 hours. Do not allow patient to transfer themself onto the toilet without supervision and help. Until proper medical equipment has been placed and therapy sessions have been completed do not allow patient to use the bathroom unattended. 

At Home Physical Therapy: To keep up with strength training assist patient with easy exercise. Gentle lifting (only arms) with small weights 2-5 pounds and making sure muscle movement is maintained is important. Gently move (wrists, ankles, neck) to keep muscles from becoming stiff and/or weak. DO NOT attempt to strain or push anything above the weight limit

Your cheeks went red, you folded the paper up and tucked it under your shirt. The list was basically a sheet of paper filled with everything you couldn’t do. Skin checks? Bathroom breaks? Toilet transfers? You were struggling to hold back your tears. This couldn’t be your forever 

The ride was quiet. You had spent the last few weeks crying and screaming over your sudden loss of freedom. Now you felt kind of numb, like you were slipping into a deeper level of depression. When you made it back to the bunker a little wave of emotion flooded through you. Seeing the small staircase immediately made you realize that even your simple life at the bunker would be altered 

“We’re here” Dean said, turning the car off. The engine died and the space went quiet. The boys shared a little nod, Sam got out and opened your door 

“Can you scoot over here a little” he asked gently. You looked up at him and nodded. You straightened your arms and pushed yourself towards the door. 

“Alright, I gotcha” he said, gingerly sliding his arms under your knees and behind your back. He lifted you out of the car and shut the door with his foot. The gravel crunched under his boots, Dean walked in front of the two of you. They slowly made their way down the staircase, Sam carried you cautiously. Dean opened the door and let you go in first. 

The second staircase really hit you hard. The entrance itself made you wanna cry but you couldn’t even get down to the living room without having one of the boys carry you. You felt your lip twitch, you blinked to hide your forming tears. Once the boys made it down into the bunker Sam continued to carry you. He walked into the library before he stopped, then you saw it 

A black, hard, metal, wheelchair. 

“Sam-“

“Easy” he cooed, “don’t strain” he said. He slowly walked towards the chair and looked down at you. “I had it delivered a few days ago, Dean came down and set it up on Tuesday”. He started to bend, you could feel him try and lower you into the chair. You clung to his neck and wrapped your arms around him 

“Y/n-“

“No” you snapped

“Sweetheart you have to-“

“I said no” you whispered, Dean was standing behind the two of you with a sad sympathetic expression 

“You’re gonna have to use it eventually kiddo” he said, you glared at him 

“Ok, ok, you don’t have to use it right now. Where do you wanna sit?” Sam said, he started rubbing your back, you felt his body sway slightly 

“My room” you croaked, Sam nodded and turned back towards the hallway. You didn’t miss the look Dean gave him as he carried you to your room. Sam kicked your door open and strolled towards your bed. He laid you down and propped you up against your headboard 

“Comfy?” 

“Mhm” you hummed

“Do you need anything?” He asked, you were so sick of that stupid question. 

“I’m fine” 

“You sure?” 

The constant feeling of being helpless or useless 

“I’m good Sam” you said, you could feel your patience thinning 

“Ok cause I can-“

“Sam” you said sharply, “I’m fine. I just want some alone time” 

Sam bit his lip and gave you a sad smile before he nodded and left you be. Once the door closed you immediately started to cry. The stairs, the wheelchair, the fact that you couldn’t even shut your own door. Everything felt like it had been ripped away from you. Your freedom, your privacy, your spirit. You were suddenly thinking about every little thing you couldn’t do 

Taking a walk. Going for a swim. Making breakfast. Morning runs with Sam. Hunting. 

That’s what hurt the most… hunting. Your entire life’s work. Your whole purpose in life, the reason for your existence, your family’s legacy. The one thing you knew you were built for, gone. No more saving people, no more hunting things, you felt useless. You sat in your bed for an hour, you couldn’t go anywhere but it’s not like you wanted to. You couldn’t even reposition your legs. You just stared at the ceiling and let your tears gently fall from your eyes. 

Eventually there was a knock on your door. You sat there for a moment contemplating if you wanted to pretend like you were asleep 

“What” you said quietly, the doorknob twisted and Dean poked his head inside 

“Hey” he said softly, you just looked at him ,waiting for him to specify what he wanted. He awkwardly smiled and pushed the door open a little more 

“Sam made burgers, you haven’t eaten since this morning” he said, you just shrugged

“M’not hungry” you said, you weren’t lying you really didn’t feel hungry 

“Doesn’t matter Y/n, you haven’t eaten in hours your body needs food” 

“Why” you snapped “not like it’s gonna help me” 

“Sweetheart” Dean sighed 

“No don’t sweetheart me, I’m not hungry and I’m not coming out” you hissed, Dean walked over to your bed and sat down. He looked at you and placed his hand on your knee. The sensation was strange. You knew he was touching you, you could feel a weird electric buzz radiating off your body. But you couldn’t feel the warmth of his palm. His touch wasn’t comforting anymore it was eerie. He noticed your expression and immediately took his hand off your knee and laid it on your shoulder 

“Look, I’m not gonna pretend like I understand what you’re going through cause I don’t. I can’t imagine how awful this must feel, Y/n. I’m not gonna act like everything’s ok and I’m not gonna force you to be happy but what I am gonna do is take care of you” he said, you rolled your eyes 

“You can be upset with me all you want but you need to eat, cmon” he stood up and went to tuck his arms under your back and legs 

“I said no!” You slapped his hand away but he ignored you 

“I heard you” he said, gently scooping you up. He carried you into the kitchen and sat you down at the table. Sam was standing near the fridge with a bottle of ketchup in his hand. He smiled when he saw you and grabbed a plate off the counter. He set in on the table in front of you. There was a burger and a handful of chips on the plate. He set the ketchup down and went to grab the drinks

“I’m not hungry” you mumbled 

“You need to eat Y/n” Dean said softly 

“I’m not hungry, I wanna go back to my room” 

“Y/n you need to-“

“I don’t give a crap what I need, I want to go back to my room. Now” you barked, the boys both sighed 

“Y/n-“

“Bring me the chair” 

Dean raised his brow “what?”

“Bring me the damn chair” you hissed 

“I thought you-“

“If you won’t take me back then bring me the damn chair” you yelled, your eyes were watering again and your voice was shaking. Sam walked back to the table with two drinks in his hand. He set them down and looked at you 

“I’ll bring you the wheelchair but you still need to eat honey” 

That wasn’t the answer you wanted to hear. You didn’t think you just moved. You slammed your hand against the cup and threw it to the ground. The glass shattered and the water spilled across the tiles. You crumbled onto the table and laid your head on your arms. The kitchen was quiet besides your soft muffled sobs. You felt a warm hand on your upper back, you didn’t bother to see who it was

You heard the glass scratching against the floor, one of the boys was clearly cleaning the mess. You sat there the entire time, listening to the quiet sounds of the glass being picked up and thrown away. You heard paper towels being ripped off the roll, the annoying squeak when it was used to sop up the water. Eventually the noises stopped, the chairs cracked in front of you, you knew they were siting down now 

“Y/n?” Dean said gently 

“I wanna go to my room” you muttered 

“You can go to your room once you’ve had something to eat” 

“You’re not dad, you can’t tell me what to do” you snapped, picking your head up. Your cheeks were stained a light shade of red, your eyes were shiny from the tears 

“I can and I will. You need food, you need it now. I know this is hard but I won’t have you starving in this house” Dean said firmly but his tone remained calm

“I’m not hungry!” You screamed, Sam clenched his jaw 

“Y/n, it’s been hours since you ate. You need to eat. Now. As soon as you’ve had something you can go back to your room” Sam said, you just cried again. You couldn’t even control when you wanted to eat. You knew they wouldn’t let you leave and you couldn’t leave on your own. You grabbed the plate and aggressively snatched up a chip. You forced yourself to eat, sporting a sharp stare at both of the boys 

Once you were finished Sam took your plate and left the kitchen. When he came back he had the wheelchair. Your heart dropped, you didn’t actually want to have to use it. He rolled it up and parked it beside it you 

“Cmon” he said softly, he went to help you up before you swatted him away 

“No” you said, trying to push yourself from the chair 

“Y/n-“

“Please don’t make me use that” you whimpered, Deans expression softened. He let go of the chair and crouched down in front of you 

“Baby I don’t wanna make you do any of this…but you got to. If I could take this away from you I would but I can’t. This is the only way you can get around, if Sam and I aren’t here you’re stuck. This chair doesn’t make you any less of a person, it makes you strong, mentally and physically. You’re still the same Y/n” 

“I’m not and you know it” you cried, Dean just pulled you towards him and held you. He stayed there for a minute before he pulled away and grabbed your hands 

“Alright cmon” he reached out and slid his arms under yours. He lifted you with ease and gently sat you down in the wheelchair. It was cold and hard, you couldn’t feel your legs but you could tell the position was uncomfortable. 

“Do you want me to take you to your room or do you wanna try?” Sam asked 

You looked down at the wheels and hesitantly grabbed them. You tried to roll the wheel but your hand slipped off the metal and you lost your balance. You huffed and tried again, you managed to move yourself an inch or so but it was significantly harder than expected. You tried three more times before Dean stepped in and gently coaxed your hand off the wheel 

“Ok, that’s enough for now, we can try again later” he said, he grabbed the handles and started to slowly wheel you down the hall. You folded your arms and laid them on your thighs. you felt incredibly useless, like a massive burden the boys needed to care for now

When you reached your room you expected Dean to leave but he didn’t. You turned your head a little and raised your brow. He tugged his sleeve up, glanced at his watch, and sighed 

“What?” You asked, he paused and looked down at you 

“You haven’t been to the bathroom in a while” he said, your face immediately went red 

“I can do it myself” you mumbled 

“No you can’t” he placed his hand on your shoulder and gave it a light squeeze. His touch went from soothing to massively uncomfortable. You shrugged him off and curled up a bit 

“You don’t have tp be embarrassed it’s nothing I haven’t seen” he said, trying to comfort you 

“It’s not the same” you whispered 

“I know, but you don’t have to be embarrassed”

“Well I am, I can’t even take a friggin piss without you hovering over me” you snapped, Dean didn’t argue 

“I can get Sam” he suggested, both options sounded awful but Sam felt a little less terrible 

“ok” Dean nodded and left your room, Sam entered a minute later 

“Hey” he greeted “you ready?” He asked 

“No” you said quietly 

“Hey” Sam walked in front of you and tilted your chin up 

“Don’t be embarrassed, I won’t look” he said 

“You have to” you whined, you felt your eyes watering up again 

“No I don’t, I’ll look at the ceiling” he said, he gave your chin a squeeze before he started wheeling you into the bathroom. He parked the chair beside the toilet. He gently lifted you and sat you down on the closed seat before he rubbed his chin 

“I think this is a two man job kiddo” 

“No” you said quickly 

“Y/n-“

“No I don’t need both of you in here to see this” your face felt hot and flushed 

“Y/n it’s not a big deal-“

“It is to me!” You barked, Sam just nodded 

“I can’t pick you up and take your pants down at the same time, I need help” 

“Sammy” you whimpered 

“It’s ok, we’re not gonna judge you sweetheart, who do you think changed your diapers” he said, stroking your hair back 

“This is different” you said, wiping your face

“It’s not, you’re still my sister and I still care about you. You need help and that’s what we’re gonna do. I’m gonna grab Dean, it’ll be quick then it’ll be done,

Promise” 

You couldn’t argue with him. He gave you a quick kiss on the head before he left to grab Dean. When you heard the door open again you cringed. Dean walked inside the bathroom and gave you a shy smile. 

“Alright let’s do this” he said, he clapped his hands together which only intensified your embarrassment 

“I said I’m fine” 

“You need help, we’re not gonna make it weird but you can’t go by yourself. We went over this at the hospital your doctor specifically told us you would need help using the bathroom”

“I don’t want help” you slammed your hand against the sinks countertop 

“You don’t want it but you need it. I promise it’ll be quick and Sam already ordered those bar things we were talking about. Once you get your strength back in these muscles” he said, gently grabbing your bicep 

“You won’t need our help anymore. You’ll be able to lift yourself when the equipments shipped” 

“I can just use the chair” you said 

“Absolutely not” Sam walked inside with a serious expression 

“Sam it locks I can just hold the armrests”

“It’s not stable Y/n, if you go putting all your weight on the arms it’ll tip and you’ll hurt yourself. The bars come in on Friday, until then you need help” he said 

“Sammy please, I don’t want to” 

“Hey” Sam slid past dean and cupped your face. “Look at me, you have nothing to be ashamed of ok? Nothing. We’ve stitched you up, we’ve rocked you to sleep, this is no different. I’m gonna lift you, Dean’s gonna help unbuckle your jeans and we’re not gonna look ok?”  

You just let out a weak sniffle. 

“Ok” Sam said softly “I’m gonna hold you up now ok? If anything hurts you tell me” he gently scooped his arms under yours and slowly lifted you up. Dean lifted the toilet seat and reached out to grab your jeans 

“I’m gonna pull these down I’m not looking I promise” he said, you glanced down at him with red face. He was staring at the ceiling blindly trying to unfasten the buttons. You felt your jeans slide off your hips, leaving a strange tingly sensation in your legs

“K put her down, slow” Dean directed, Sam gently lowered you, keeping his eyes straight ahead. Once you were down he grabbed a towel off the door and draped it over your thighs while staring at a wet spot on the ceiling 

“You ok?” He asked 

“Mmhm” you said, you adjusted the towel and made sure your entire lower half was covered 

“You think you can handle the rest?” Dean asked, they were both at looking anything but you 

“Yea I got it” 

“Ok we’ll be outside, holler when you’re done” Sam said, they quickly left the room, trying to preserve the tiny amount of dignity you still had. You did what you had to do and flushed by yourself. You glanced at the door and then to your pants. You bent and tried to pull them over your legs and hips but you couldn’t lift and pull at the same time. You only managed to get them to your knees before you realized you really did need help 

You wanted to cry from the lack of control. Your back was aching now, your doctor mentioned not to strain but you just wanted to pull up your damn pants. You sat there for a moment, staring at your jeans loosely hanging off your knees. You needed a shower, you knew you’d have to take one eventually and the thought of your brothers helping you was mortifying. 

There was so much you couldn’t do by yourself now. So many things you took for granted, picking up loose change, kicking your shoes off, peeing without needing a caretaker. You needed help but you didn’t want it, especially not from your brothers. You stared at the door and shallowed. You tugged the towel back over your thighs before you called for the boys. The door opened and they both walked inside, eyes glued to the ceiling 

“You done?” Dean asked 

“Yea” you said quietly 

“Sam what time is it?” Dean said, Sam turned his back towards you and checked his watch 

“Little after four” Sam answered, Dean sighed 

“The doctor said she needs to be bathed regularly” Dean whispered, your face went red again as you pretended not to hear their conversation 

“I can do it” you interrupted, the boys looked down at you 

“I’ll just sit in the tub and wash from the floor” you shrugged 

“You can’t feel how hot the water is from the waist down kiddo” 

“Yea but I can feel my own hands Dean” you snapped 

“You’re not supposed to be bending or stretching too much right now. You’re doctor-“

“My doctors not here is he” you hissed, Sam sighed 

“I know you don’t want us to-“

“I want to get off this freaking toilet without needing help Sam! I want to take a shower, I want to walk to my own room, I don’t wanna sit in that stupid ass chair, I just wanna walk!” You yelled 

“Ok, ok, ok, don’t work yourself up” Dean said. “How bout this, we’ll help you up and Cas can pop in and help you bathe” 

“Cas? Why the hell would you call Cas to help me take a shower” you scoffed

“Have you met the guy?” Dean huffed a laugh. “Hes angel Y/n, hes not phased by anything he doesn’t see humans like we do. I just figured…maybe he’d make you feel a little more comfortable?” He shrugged “hes seen a lot of things and I’m sure helping you out wouldn’t bother him”

“Itd bother me” you mumbled 

“I know, I know” Dean said, Sam reached out for you and the two of them got you dressed and back in the chair swiftly. “But hes the best option we got. I know you don’t want us helping with this but you gotta keep everything cleaned up kiddo. I can call Cas, he can come and wash you up and that’ll be that. Or we can help you, but it’s getting done either way” 

You thought about ut for a hot minute. You didn’t want anyone seeing you or touching you but you knew you needed a shower. The thought of your brothers seeing you in the shower made you wanna gag so Cas was definitely the better option 

“Fine. But if I want him to leave he leaves” 

“Done” Sam nodded 

~~~~~~

Cas came as soon as the boys called. They went over a few details before they left him with you. He was incredibly gentle and reassuring. He helped you undress which was uncomfortable but not as bad as you expected. There was no judgment in his gaze just a clinical presence. He carried you to the tub and sat you down gently. His touch was insanely soft, he reassured you the entire time. 

You didn’t love that fact that he was literally bathing you but it was better than the boys doing it. Once he was finished he dried you off with a warm towel and helped you dress. You felt much better, your body was clean, your hair smelled nice. The end result was great but thinking about Cas doing that every night was terrible 

“Do you need anything else before I go?” 

“No, Cas, I’m ok thank you” you said, you were siting against your headboard with your wheelchair parked beside you. Cas gave you a sad smile, you knew he felt guilty about the injury. His grace was weak and barely functioning, there was no way he could fix you up. The four of you had decided that Cas should only use his grace in life or death situations. Since you were still breathing your injury didn’t count. 

He gave you a subtle nod before he vanished with a faint whoosh. You leaned back and sighed. Your room looked the same, your bed felt soft and comfortable like usual but your spark was gone. You had no desire to pick up your hobbies, you probably couldn’t even do the majority of them now. There was a quiet knock at your door before you could continue dwelling 

“Yea” 

The door opened gently and Dean poked his head inside 

“Cas gone?” 

“Just left” 

Dean nodded and stepped inside your room. He smiled when he saw your damp hair and fresh clothes. He sat down next to you and cupped your cheek 

“Feel better?” He asked 

“Mhm” you subconsciously leaned into his palm. He rubbed your cheek with his thumb before he gave you a gentle pat. 

“Good, how’d it go?” He asked, you were about to answer before the floor boards creaked. You saw Sam hovering and invited him inside. He walked in and sat down on the other side of you. 

“It was just a shower” you shrugged “awkward as hell but he didn’t seem to mind” you added 

Sam chuckled “Hes an angel, I doubt anything really bothers him” 

“Still felt weird” 

“I know” Dean nodded and tapped your knee “I wish I could do something to change it” he sighed 

“I just wanna walk, hell I just wanna stand” you scoffed, Sam looked down at the bed before he placed his hand on your arm. They didn’t say anything they just stayed with you. There was nothing to say, nothing to make it better. They knew that. They knew you didn’t wanna hear “don’t worry” or “it’ll be ok” because it wasn’t ok 

It wasn’t fair 

The next couple of days were rough. Sam came into your room three times a day with small weights. He helped you lift them, he focused on getting your arm strength back up. He stayed on top of the physical, your pills, your wheelchair, how much water you drank for the day. He was your mini nurse and you appreciated that 

Dean was trying to help you mentally. He’d knock on your door and force you to come out into the living room. He’d massage your feet and legs to get the blood flowing, he’d set up board games every night just to see you crack a smile. 

The days didn’t get any easier just tolerable. You weren’t thriving by any means you were just surviving because you had to. You weren’t gonna give up. You had the boys, especially when you were having an off day. Slowly but surely you started researching again. You couldn’t hunt but you helped out with them as much as possible 

You stayed in the library and basically became a mini Bobby. The boys set up easy access shelves and made sure the doors to each room stayed open. Things never went back to the way they were, they never would. But you kept fighting, you always kept fighting 

If you don’t feel comfortable then that’s still okay thank you anyway! Lots of love🫶🏼

🖤𝓛𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 𝓘𝓷 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓭🖤

A/N: Sorry for the long wait it’s been a rough month. Thank you for trusting me with such a personal sensitive topic. If you need anyone to chat with I’m always here 

Summary: You’re struggling with depression and the boys realize how you’re coping 

Genre: Angst 

Pairing: sister!reader x Sam and Dean 

Word count: 7k

Warning: ⚠️ Sensitive topic do not read if triggered by any of the following:  SH, depression, descriptions of blood/cuts/self inflicted injuries 

It was noon. Your alarm had gone off five hours ago but you couldn’t bring yourself to get up. You were exhausted, not because of work or school, because of life. Your room was a mess, the floor was covered in clothes but you didn’t really care. Well you did, you thought about it quite often, called yourself lazy, but you just couldn’t. 

You’d been dozing in and out for the last few minutes. The more you slept the worse you felt. It was like your body was glued to the bed. You heard a gentle knock on your door, one of your brothers. They were aware of your current situation, they knew something was wrong. You didn’t move to open the door 

“Y/n?” 

Sam. He always was persistent 

“Y/n? You awake sweetheart?” 

You didn’t answer him, you rolled over and buried yourself in your duvet. You heard another pair of footsteps, they were whispering outside of your door 

“Y/n” that was Dean, his voice was ten times softer than usual. “Cmon kiddo you’ve been in your room since yesterday you gotta eat something” 

“M’not hungry” you mumbled 

“You’re not hungry because you aren’t eating, your brain isn’t sending you signals” Sam stated softly, you just rolled your eyes and continued to ignore them. The whispering stopped, the doorknob twisted. You heard one of them enter the room but you didn’t turn around. You felt the mattress dip beside you, a warm hand rested on your shoulder 

“Sweetheart?” 

“I’m fine Dean” you mumbled 

“No, you’re not, look I know things have been hard recently but-“

“Hard?” You scoffed “that’s what you wanna call it?” 

Dean sighed and nodded but he didn’t fuss at you for your attitude. “I’m sorry, I know you’ve been struggling for a little while, I see it, Sam sees it. Your hurtin and I get it but you can’t waste away in this bedroom Y/n” 

“Why can’t you just leave me alone? I’m not bothering you I’m not bothering Sam, it’s my damn life” you hissed, you didn’t know why you were lashing out at Dean. You loved him. 

“It’s your life but you’re our sister, hell you’re our kid we’ve been raising you since you were in diapers. We care about you Y/n, we just want you to be ok” he said, giving your shoulder a little squeeze. You sat there for a moment before you forced yourself to sit up. The sheer movement made your body ache, you realized how sore your muscles were. 

You noticed how tired Dean looked when you finally met his eyes. You saw Sam standing at your doorway, leaning against the frame. You knew they wouldn’t just leave, not now. 

“Ok” you said 

“…ok?” Dean questioned 

“Yea ok, I’ll come out for breakfast” you shrugged 

“Lunch” Sam corrected 

“Whatever” you sighed “just give me five minutes?” The boys looked at each other

“Alright, we’ll be in the kitchen” Dean gave you a little pat before he got up and left you be. As soon as the door shut you let your shoulders drop. Everything was too much, everything felt overwhelming. You didn’t wanna talk. You didn’t want to eat. You didn’t wanna live. You just wanted to sit in your room and rot 

It took two of the five minutes the boys had given you to force yourself out of the bed. You slowly made your way into your bathroom and stared at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes were dim, you had dark circles beneath your lashes. You were you but you didn’t really look like you. You grabbed your tooth brush and stuck it in your mouth. You barely brushed, you just ran it over your teeth for a few seconds before you tossed it back on the counter

You stared at your face wash, it was halfway empty, it had been that way for weeks. You glanced at your makeup bag and almost chuckled. You couldn’t remember the last time you actually wanted to put any on. You took a few steps back until your shoulder blades hit the wall behind you. You slid down slowly till you reached the floor. 

You could feel yourself trying to cry, like your body craved the sensation. Like it wanted to release all the pent up cortisol. You just couldn’t. You held your eyes open long enough for them to start watering again but the tears felt artificial. The only thing you could focus on was the nagging itch under your sleeve. You didn’t even wanna look at it but you knew you were going to 

You slowly reached for your sleeve and gently tugged it back far enough to see your wrist. You clenched your jaw when you saw how red and irritated it was. You had multiple lines carefully drawn across your skin. Some were deep, some were barely noticeable but they were all equal. The one that was bothering you the most was the newest cut. You had used a razor blade from an X-Acto knife you had from a previous school project. 

You went a little overboard the night before and cut a little deeper than you meant to. It bleed significantly more than you anticipated which scared you but only because you didn’t want the boys to see. You managed to cover it up, you couldn’t bring yourself to stitch it. You stared at the little piece of gauze sloppily held down by a few pieces of tape. It was a pinkish color now, the cut hadn’t stopped bleeding yet 

You groaned, you were probably gonna have to stitch it at some point. You gingerly peeled the tape off which stung but not compared to the cut itself. When you pulled the gauze off you winced. The cut was covered in blood, partly dry, partly fresh. You flipped the gauze over and dabbed your wrist a couple times. It burned but for some sick and twisted reason you enjoyed it. 

You tossed the gauze in the trash can and stared at your wrist. Your arm was throbbing but it didn’t bother you as much as the shame. Every time you looked at your wrist you felt a massive wave of guilt. But that’s what made you keep going. 

The first time you cut was confusing. It hurt, it really hurt. You regretted it immediately and threw the razor in the trash afterwards. You couldn’t believe that you had actually done that to yourself. But after a few days you started thinking about how you felt, how distracted your brain was. How the only thing you could think about in that moment was the pain. It hurt, but it didn’t hurt as much as the hate you felt for yourself. 

So you did it again. The second time you focused on the sensation instead of the process. Of course you felt guilty but that’s why you kept going. Again, and again, and again, until your wrist was covered in perfect little lines. You were almost proud of them, like you could finally physically see your pain like someone would finally understand you 

But you didn’t want them to see. No. You couldn’t let them see because then you’d have to stop meaning you’d go back to feeling how you felt before. You had to suck it up. You nodded to yourself and stood back up. You turned the tap on and ran your wrist under the water. It stung but you didn’t mind, you scrubbed it until the old pieces had fallen off, dried it, and replaced the gauze. By the time you were finished you could smell the lunch the boys had prepared. 

~~~~~~~

You threw on some comfortable clothes, you hadn’t gotten dressed in a while. It felt strange but you had a reason to keep going again. A sick, warped reason, but a reason nonetheless. Once you were dressed you grabbed your doorknob and took in a deep breath 

Suck it up 

You opened the door and made your way to the kitchen. Your heart was pounding and your breaths were shallow. The closer you got to the doorway the harder your heart thumped. You could hear their voices, you paused when you realized they were talking about you

“I don’t know Sammy I mean maybe we should take her to see someone” 

Your heart dropped 

“Where would we go Dean? I mean I doubt she’d let us take her to see a therapist” Sam sighed 

A therapist? Absolutely not 

“Maybe Jody? She knows a lot about teenage girls I mean maybe she could help her” Dean suggested 

“Yea Jody would be a good fit, you think she’d be better off there for a few days?” 

No… they wouldn’t leave you… would they? 

“I don’t know, I’ll give her call, we can talk it over” you heard their plates and cups scratching the table but you couldn’t think about anything except them dropping you off somewhere. You had to get it together. You had to hide it better. You shallowed and took in another breath

Cmon Y/n 

You finally forced yourself to walk into the kitchen. The boys both froze, Dean faked a smile  

“Hey kiddo, you look good” he lied, you knew you looked absolutely awful

“Thanks” you chirped, a little too cheerfully. You strolled to the table and sat down next to Sam. 

“Hungry?” He asked, sliding you a plate with pancakes and bacon 

“Breakfast for lunch?” You asked

“Your favorite” Dean nodded, you could tell he was confused and possibly suspicious by your sudden change in attitude 

Dial it down Y/n

You calmed yourself and relaxed your shoulders. 

“So uh.. how’s school going?” Sam asked, clearly testing the waters, you played along 

“It’s good, finished that essay” you said, you picked up your fork and started poking at your pancakes

“That’s good, I’ll read it later today” he smiled, you just nodded. You stabbed a piece of your pancake with the tip of your fork and dipped it in syrup. The thought of taking a bite was sickening, the sweet sugary smell made you wanna puke. You weren’t hungry, you hadn’t been hungry in days. You clenched your jaw and forced yourself to eat it anyways. You knew the boys were watching you, you had to act like you were ok 

You took a bite and immediately felt nauseous. You chewed slow and forced a smile when Dean cut his eyes at you. 

“It’s good” you said, the lie rolled so easily off your tongue 

Lunch continued, you slowly managed to finish a little more than half of your plate. Your cheeks were aching from the smile you had plastered across face. You laughed at the dumb jokes Dean made and pretended to be interested in the book Sam kept talking about. After what felt like an eternity you were finally able to sneak off to the bathroom. 

When you shut the door your smile instantly dropped. You let out a quiet sigh and sunk to the floor. Your wrist was throbbing and you felt exhausted. It was so freakishly hard to act like you had everything under control. You rolled your sleeve up to check your cut, you gently peeled the edge of the gauze back. It was an angry shade of red and it clearly wasn’t going to heal without intervention 

You groaned and pushed the gauze back down. You knew you were gonna have to fix it yourself there was no way around it. You tugged your sleeve back down and flushed the toilet to make sure it sounded like you had a reason to be in there. You turned the tap on and let the water run for a few seconds before you left. When you opened the door you jumped back, your eldest brother was standing directly in front of you 

“Oh, sorry” he apologized with a sheepish smile 

“Jeez” you huffed, clutching your heart. “What are you eavesdropping?” You chuckled, subconsciously gripping onto your sleeve with your other hand 

“Oh no, no I was just gonna tell you Sam and I are gonna watch a movie if you wanna join” he said, scratching the back of his head. A movie? You internally groaned 

“Oh yea sure, I’ll be down in a minute” you said, gripping onto your shirt so tight your knuckles were a completely different shade 

“Cool, I’ll make some popcorn” he strolled down the hall and cut the corner. Once he was gone you glanced at your sleeve and sighed. You wouldn’t have enough time to stitch your wrist before he was finished with the popcorn. You decided you just wait till the movie was over, then you’d fix it. 

~~~~~~

“Jaws? Really?” You laughed as you read the title flash across Dean’s tv in his “man-cave” 

“Don’t look at me” Sam chuckled “it was his idea” you walked over to the couch and plopped down when Dean entered the room. You gave him a look and he shrugged 

“What? It’s a classic” he grinned “and besides you love this movie”

“Yea when I was like ten” 

“Cmon it’ll be fun” you could tell he was just trying to get you to smile. The boys were both well aware of your depression, a little too aware actually. They knew about the cutting, well sort of. They knew you had tried it once, they found out after a hunt. You accidentally got swiped by a spirit, it landed a nasty slice across your arm which required treatment. You begged them to let you keep your shirt on so they cut your sleeve off instead

When they saw strange straight line across your wrist all hell broke loose. You tried to lie and act like it was an accident but they saw through you. Dean threatened to send you to the hospital, you knew it was out of concern and worry but it scared you. After that you made a point to keep it a secret, a better secret. You only wore long sleeves, even in the blistering heat, you never let them see your arms. 

Dean sat down next to you, boxing you in between the two of them. “Want some?” He nudged your shoulder and tilted his bowl of popcorn towards you. You smiled and took a piece just to pacify him. The movie went on for a little over half an hour when you started to get that itch. That itch you knew couldn’t be scratched without another line. All of those suppressed emotions started bubbling back up, the self loathing, the doubt, the guilt. 

It hit you like a freight train. One minute you felt mildly ok the next you felt a sudden sense of dread. Like you suddenly remembered your life was crap and the only thing you could use to “fix” it was in the bathroom. You shallowed and wrapped your fingers around your wrist. You could wait. You sat for another uncomfortable five minutes, silently flexing your arm to distract yourself. 

“You ok?” Sam whispered, you jerked your head towards him and nodded. 

“Yea I’m fine, just a- the um.. the tension’s crazy” you chuckled, motioning towards the tv like you hadn’t seen the movie fifty times before. Sam just nodded and went back to watching. You cut your eyes at both boys to make sure they weren’t watching you before you slowly slid your hand up your sleeve. When you felt the tip of the gauze you quietly peeled the edge up. You slid your hand over the cut and dug your fingertips into the wound. It hurt, bad, but you didn’t flinch, it wasn’t enough. 

You did it again, harder this time, trying to simulate that rush, that distraction, but it wasn’t working. You had to cut. You needed to. You sighed and quickly tried to come up with an excuse 

“I gotta take a leak” you said, standing up from the couch 

“Woah, woah, it’s just getting good” Dean whined

“Small bladder dude” you lied, Dean groaned as you quickly excused yourself. Once you were out of sight you sprinted into your room. You shut the door and went straight to your nightstand. You opened your drawer and pulled out your pocket knife. It was small and slightly dull but it worked, every time. You sighed and sat on the floor between your bed and dresser. You pulled the blade out and tugged your sleeve up. You had to go above the gauze, you didn’t want to aggravate your skin too much

You held the blade to your wrist and sat there for a minute. You knew what you were about to do wouldn’t solve anything, it was more of an addiction than a cure. You knew it was “wrong” you knew you were hurting yourself but it was the only thing that worked. The only thing that you could control, the only thing that quieted your brain for a second. That temporary moment of silence, numbness, peace, whatever you wanted to call it, it felt good. 

It stung but only for a second, and the sting was better than the emotional toll of being a friggin Winchester. You felt your eyes water, that wasn’t surprising, sometimes you cried. You finally worked yourself up enough to go for it. You gently applied pressure to the tip of the blade and slid it across your skin. It burned per usual, your skin immediately opened and started to bleed. 

You made sure to keep it minimal, you didn’t need another thing to worry about. You felt that rush of adrenaline, that strange unnerving calm sensation. Your anxiety faded for a split second before you heard the door click. Your eyes went wide, your stomach dropped, you froze 

You forgot to lock the damn door 

“Y/n? Y/n, what’s going on it’s been-“ Dean stuck his head in your room before he went quiet. Time stood still, you both stared at each other. His eyes were big and filled with horror, he opened the door fully and clenched his jaw

“Y/n” he said, his voice was quiet and small 

“Dean I-“ 

“What the hell are you doing?” He growled, you dropped the knife and pulled your sleeve down 

“Dean I can explain-“

“Sam!” He yelled, you stood up and felt yourself start to cry. 

“Dean wait” 

“You said you were done Y/n” 

“Dean please” you whimpered 

“Sam!” He screamed “get in here now!” 

You didn’t think you just bolted. You managed to shove your way past him

“Hey!” He shouted, you ran 

“Y/n!” You flew down the hallway and ran into the first room you could find. You slipped inside and slammed the door shut. Your heart was hammering against your chest, your hands were shaking. You backed yourself into the corner and slid down the wall 

No no no no no 

You started to sob, you were screwed now. You heard two heavy pairs of footsteps, you tried to quiet down but you couldn’t control your tears. They stopped outside of the door, Dean slammed his hand against the wood 

“Y/n!” He screamed “open the door!” 

“What’s going on Dean?” You heard Sam’s voice outside of the door. 

“She’s doing it again” Dean grunted “Y/n!” He hollered 

“Doing what?” Sam immediately started working on the lock 

“Cutting herself” Dean bashed his shoulder against the door. You curled your knees to your chest and wrapped your arms around yourself. Your shirt was soaked with blood, you smelled of cooper. You heard the lock click and the door swung open. You hid your face, Dean was at your side first 

“Where is it!” He barked, dropping down to his knees. 

“I don’t have it” you mumbled 

“Where is it!?” He grabbed your wrists and yanked them towards his chest 

“I told you!” You shrieked 

“You’re lying!” 

“Dean! Enough!” Sam pushed him back and grabbed your arms. 

“No, Sam, she said she’d stop, she said she wouldn’t do this anymore” Dean choked out 

“I know” 

You pulled your wrists away from Sam and curled back up. Sam’s expression softened

“Y/n” he said, you ignored him. “Y/n give me your arm” he asked gently 

“No” you mumbled 

“I’m not gonna ask you again Y/n, give me your arm sweetheart” this time he didn’t wait for an answer. He gingerly reached out and pried your arm away. He gently pulled up your sleeve and shut his eyes for a moment. You looked up at him with teary eyes and a quivering lip. You could tell he was upset, you knew he wanted to lecture you but he didn’t. Instead, he peeled the gauze back and inspected your wound 

“You’re gonna need stitches kiddo, you can’t leave this open” 

“It’s fine” you lied, you tried to pull away before he grabbed your elbow firmly 

“Enough” he said sternly “we’re not playing this game anymore. I’m gonna stitch this up and we’re gonna talk” his tone was absolute there was no argument 

“Cmon” Sam stood up and held his hand out for you to grab. You ignored it and stood on your own. You could feel the anger radiating off of Dean, his nostrils were flaring and his jaw was tight 

“Infirmary. Now” he ordered, he didn’t yell but his tone was scarily calm. You gulped and followed Sam down the hall. The walk was quiet and awkward, when you finally reached the room you sat down on one of the beds and waited for the two of them to yell at you. Sam grabbed a first aid kit and sat down next to you. 

“Let me do it” both you and Sam looked up at Dean standing in the doorway. 

“Dean I can-“

“I said let me do it Sam” 

Sam didn’t argue, he moved aside and allowed Dean to take his place. Dean moved with efficiency and grace. He was surprisingly gentle, he pulled your sleeve up and removed the old soiled piece of gauze. You watched his face distort, he cringed when he saw the mess you had made. He pushed through his obvious discomfort and cleaned off the blood. You sat in silence as he carefully disinfected the area and began the stitches. It hurt but it wasn’t anything you hadn’t felt before. Eventually the silence grew too loud

“I’m sorry” you blurted out, you expected some sort of response, a remark, anything. When you didn’t get a reply you glanced up at Dean and your heart shattered. He was crying, full blown tears were streaming down his flushed face. Your train of thought vanished when you realized. You didn’t say anything after that, you just waited for him to finish. Once he was done he placed a new piece of gauze over your wrist and taped it down. 

The three of you sat in silence for a long time. Both of boys were staring at your wrist. Wrapped up and bandaged but they knew what was underneath the cloth. Finally after what felt like a century, Dean cleared his throat 

“I’m not mad” he said, he wiped his face with his palm. You couldn’t bring yourself to meet his eyes 

“Y/n” he said softly “I need you to look at me honey”. You immediately started crying, you covered your face with your hands 

“Hey, hey, don’t hide from me, Y/n please” his voice broke, he reached out and grabbed your chin. He gently pulled your face towards his “look at me” he said, you forced yourself to look at him. He stared at you for a moment before he pulled you into his arms. You melted the second you touched his chest. He cupped your head and started stroking your back with his hand 

“Shhh” he soothed “it’s ok, I’m not mad, I’m not mad” you felt the bed dip on the other side, another hand touched your leg. 

“You’re ok” Sam said softly, he gently rubbed his hand up and down your leg. You stayed in Dean’s arms for what felt like an eternity until you eventually felt him pull away. He cupped your face with both of his hands and rubbed his thumb across your cheek

“Why?” He asked, your lip quivered again 

“I don’t know” you croaked 

“No, no you know. I need you to be honest with me” his voice was much kinder than before, his eyes were still watery

“We’re not gonna be upset with you sweetheart but you can’t keep doing this to yourself” Sam stroked your hair back and kissed your temple 

“I just wanted it to stop” you whispered, Dean’s hand twitched but he didn’t let you go 

“Wanted what to stop?” He asked 

“Everything, feeling like this, I can’t do it anymore I can’t keep pretending” you cried 

“You don’t have to pretend baby, you never have to pretend” Sam wrapped his arm around your shoulder and laid his chin on top of your head 

“I don’t wanna do it anymore Sam” you croaked

“Do what?” 

“This, I don’t wanna be like this anymore. I’m tired, I’m so tired, and everything I do makes it worse, I can’t stop it, I don’t wanna be like this anymore” you repeated, Sam shushed you and started rubbing your back in a soothing manor 

“Ok, ok, hey, it’s ok I’m here” he kissed your head again and let you cry into his flannel. You sat for another couple of minutes until you started to calm down

“Y/n, look at me” Dean directed, you did. “I know you’re going through something right now, ok? I see it. I see you, I promise. I promise I’m gonna help you with whatever it is” He said “but baby this..” he grabbed your arm and gently pulled it towards him

“This is not ok” you immediately tensed up and pulled back. “Uh uh, stop, don’t pull away from me” he gently but firmly held you still. 

“Dean-“

“Shh. Listen. I know you’re upset, I know you got a lot going on up here” he said, softly tapping your forehead. “But this” he said, he gently shook your arm. “This ends. Now” he said firmly 

“Dean I can’t-“

“Yes you can, cause I’m not letting you go down this road anymore. You’re done” he said, his tone was tender and surprisingly calm but unyielding. 

“I don’t know how” you whispered

“You don’t have to know, we’re gonna help you ok? But you can’t keep hiding it from us” Sam said 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to go that far I really didn’t, I just- I wanted a break and I starting going at it and I went too deep and-“

“Hey, hey, enough, stop we’re not judging you kid-“

“Yes you are” you cried, cutting Dean off. You pulled away from him and stood up. “I know you are, you think I’m weak” you whimpered 

“Woah, woah, we never said that” Sam stated, both of the boys stood up 

“Yes you do” you cried, Sam reached out and grabbed your hand.

“Hey-“ your knees buckled before he could finish his sentence. “Woah, woah” he mumbled as you crumbled to the floor. 

“Hey, easy, we’re here, we’re right here, it’s ok” he cooed, he tried to pull you into a hug but you push him back 

“No it’s not!” You yelled “it’s stupid, and embarrassing, and weak, I-“

“Hey!” Dean snapped, he crouched down and grabbed your chin firmly 

“Call yourself weak one more time” he warned, his expression was pained but serious. He looked tired, really tired, like seeing you in this state completely broke him 

“Dean I-“

“No, I’m not gonna sit here and listen to you talk about yourself like this anymore. You. Are. Not. Weak” he stated. “This” he said, he grabbed your hand and pulled up your sleeve. “This right here” he pointed at the gauze and shook your arm. “This does not make you weak, this makes you strong. This is what kept you alive” he said, you felt your eyes begin to tear up again 

“Sweetheart this will never make you weak in my eyes” he said, voice cracking slightly. “Don’t you dare feel guilty about these cuts, do you hear me?” He said 

“Hey, do you hear me?” He repeated, giving your chin a little shake. You sniffled and nodded 

“This way of coping… it’s not healthy and I wish you would’ve come to us but at least it kept you breathing. That’s all that matters” he pulled you into his arms and held you against his chest. “That’s all that matters baby, I’m not mad, I’m not gonna judge for how you survived I just don’t want you to hurt yourself anymore” you could hear the tears in his voice

“I’m sorry” you sobbed, staining the fabric of his shirt 

“Stop apologizing Y/n, you don’t have to be sorry for hurting” you felt Sam’s hand on your back, rubbing large soft circles over your shirt. The three of you sat on the floor huddled together for who knows how long. Crying, sniffling, listening to their quiet words of comfort. Eventually you felt Dean shift. He gently pulled you away and sat you down in front of him 

“Ok, here’s what’s gonna happen. Anytime you feel like you wanna do this again you tell me” he said pointing to your wrist “or you tell Sam. No more keeping secrets, if you have that urge, I don’t care what time it is I don’t care where we are, you tell me.  If you need to yell, scream, hit something, you point it at me. You take it out on me, not yourself do you understand me?” He asked, you stayed quiet 

“Cmon, let’s go to your room” Dean stood and helped you to your feet. The walk was quiet, once you reached your room you noticed their attitude shift 

“Sit down” Sam directed, he pointed to your bed. You sat and raised your brow, Dean flicked the lights on and sighed. His jaw was tight, both of their eyes were red and teary 

“What are you doing?” You asked, they didn’t answer you. Dean walked over to your nightstand and opened your drawer 

“Hey!” You shouted, feeling like your privacy had been compromised. He ignored you and started rummaging through your things 

“Dean! Cut it out!” You leaned over and smacked his arm, he pulled out a pocket knife. 

“Hey! Put it back” You stood up and tried to take it from him, he gently pushed you back onto the bed 

“No” he said softly, he slipped the blade in his pocket and bent down. He swiped up the blade you had dropped beside your dresser and dropped it in his pocket as well 

“You can’t just take my knives” you cried

“We can” Sam answered, you watched him walk over to your desk. He grabbed every pencil sharpener, every safety pin, your crafting scissors, even your ruler and sat them in a pile on your bed 

“Sam!” You yelled, he ignored you and started going through your pencil case 

“Stop it!” You shouted, you ran over to your desk and tried to push him away. 

“Y/n, this isn’t up for debate” he grabbed your arm and held you back 

“That’s my stuff” you whispered 

“I know” he murmured, gently cupping the side of your face. “But we can’t trust you with these things anymore sweetheart” 

“I won’t do it again, I promise” you begged 

“That’s what you said last time, we’re not making that mistake again” Dean opened your bathroom door and started searching the room 

“Dean! Get out!” You barked, he paid you no attention. He opened all your drawers and checked every item carefully. You watched him unzip your makeup bag. He pulled out your lash comb and stuck it on the counter. He took your tweezers from your drawer and sat it down beside the comb. He opened your shower curtain and removed all the razors 

“You can’t do this!” You hissed, you snatched an old soda can from your night stand and chucked it at him. It hit his shoulder and fell to the floor. He took in a deep breath  

“I know you’re upset with me, I know you’re angry, but I’d rather you be angry than dead” he bent down and pulled out a trash bag from under your sink. He dumped all your stuff in the bag

“HEY!” You went to smack his arm before Sam grabbed your waist.

“Let go!” You howled 

“Calm down” 

“You can’t throw my stuff away”you cried 

“I’m not throwing anything away kiddo I’m just taking it for a little while, that’s all” Dean said softly, he stepped out of the bathroom and collected everything Sam had stuck on your bed 

“Gimme my knife back” 

“No” Dean said, gently tossing your pencils and sharpeners in the bag 

“Give it back!” You screamed, you tried to snatch the bag before Sam pulled you back 

“I said no kid” Dean didn’t even look bothered. Well he looked upset but he wasn’t concerned about your outburst, he just continue to pack your things away 

“Dad gave it to me, it’s mine” you sobbed, squirming against Sam 

“I don’t care who gave it to you I can’t trust you with it anymore. It’s mine for now” Dean countered 

“You’re being a dick!” You barked 

“I’m being a father” Dean stated sternly. He sat the bag down and looked at you with worried eyes. “And right now all I’m trying to do is keep you safe” 

“You can’t treat me like this” you finally managed to rip your arm away from Sam. You didn’t go for the bag again, instead you scurried into the farthest corner and tucked your head between your knees. You knew they were watching you, you could feel their eyes. You heard the sound of footsteps and the faint rustle of their jeans. They sat down on the floor in front of you, a few feet away to give you space 

“We’re not trying to upset you Y/n” Sam said, his voice was soft and quiet. “I know this feels like a breach of privacy and I know that you’re-“

“Give me my stuff back” you mumbled, your voice was muffled by your clothes

“Can’t do that kiddo” Dean sighed “I know you’re pissed, you have every right to be but I’m not gonna sit here and let you do this to yourself anymore. I won’t. And if that means I gotta piss you off for a little while, fine” 

There was a long moment of silence before Dean spoke again 

“Look, I can protect you from damn near anything. Vampires, werewolves, the friggin apocalypse. Angels, demons, any kind of monster you can think of but this.. I don’t- I can’t protect you from this kid, I don’t know how. I can’t just punch my way through it” 

“Dean’s right Y/n, we can’t just fix this over night you need time. I think it would be a good idea to see someone” 

“No” you snapped, immediately shutting down that idea 

“Y/n-“

“No. I’m not seeing a shrink, I’m not going to therapy, I’m not going to Jody’s. I know you don’t want me here” you said coldly 

“What?” Dean’s brows furrowed “Y/n we-“

“I heard you talking earlier” you snapped “how you wanna send me away, how you think I’m too much to deal with” 

“We never said that” Sam corrected 

“Maybe not but that’s what you meant”

“Do you honestly think that?” Dean asked, you picked your head up and looked at him. “I mean seriously, do you genuinely believe that? Cause it’s so far from the truth Y/n. You are not a burden. You are not a pain. You are not weak. You are not useless. You’re the glue that’s keeping this family together” he scooted closer to you 

“You’re my sister, you’re my blood, I would die for you in a heartbeat. I don’t know what caused this but I know we’re gonna fix it. I don’t care if it takes days, weeks, months, I’ll stay up with you every single night, I’ll sleep on your floor, hell I’ll make you pancakes every morning” he grabbed your chin and gently lifted your face 

“You don’t deserve this sweetheart, we’re gonna help you see that” 

“I can’t just stop” 

“Yes you can” Sam said 

“I don’t know how”

“We’ll figure it out” Sam said softly 

“We’re gonna help you but you can’t just bury stuff like this, you gotta deal with it” Dean said “this..” he grabbed your wrist gingerly “this isn’t dealing with it this it torture kiddo” he brought his hand to your face and gently wiped your tears 

“We’re here for you kid but you gotta let us in” 

“Dean” you groaned

“That’s it, that’s all you gotta do I promise. We’ll handle everything else” Sam added 

“You take all that weight and you give it to us ok?” Dean slowly started to pull you towards his lap. You allowed him to hold you while Sam took your hand in his. You stayed in his lap for what felt like ages, till your legs were numb and your body was starting to ache from the floor. 

“Alright cmon” Dean nudged you gently, you looked up at him with a confused expression expression

“We’re gonna go finish the movie” he explained 

“Dude” you sighed 

“No, cmon, Sam” he said, glancing at his little brother. Sam nodded and stood up, he reached out for your hand and helped you to your feet. Dean got up after you and stretched his legs before he cleared his throat 

“Why don’t you two go make another batch of popcorn” he said 

“Where are you going?” You asked

“I’m gonna take care of your stuff” he said, motioning towards the bag of your confiscated items. You immediately went back to feeling guilty and started subconsciously picking fingernails. Dean noticed. 

“Hey, it’s ok, I told you we’re gonna figure it out. For now Sammy’s gonna take you to start on that popcorn and I’m gonna handle this” he said, motioning towards the bag. You just gave him a sad nod 

“We’re not punishing you sweetheart, we’re just protecting you from yourself” Sam said, he reached out and gently rubbed your shoulder 

“I know” you whispered, the boys didn’t let you dwell any longer. Sam took you back to the kitchen and yapped your head off the entire way there. You knew he was just trying to fill the silence to get you to think about something else. In the back of your mind you were just thinking about Dean hiding a bag of your things. It didn’t take long to make the popcorn, by the time it was done Dean had already joined you in the man cave 

You didn’t really wanna watch a movie, you didn’t wanna watch anything. You just wanted things to go back to normal, you wanted your things back. But you knew things wouldn’t be normal for a long time. Part of you was glad, like you were happy someone finally noticed. The other part was upset, you knew the boys would be hovering over you for the next couple of months 

“So when can I have my things back?” You asked, you leaned back against the couch as the boys sat down on either side of you

“When I say so” Dean said 

“Sam” you groaned, trying to get your brother on your side 

“It’s for the best” Sam pinched your ear softly and gave you a sympathetic smile. You leaned away from him and sighed 

“I wanna go to bed” you said, you tried to stand up before Sam grabbed your good arm and pulled you back down 

“What do you need” he asked 

“Nothing, I just wanna go to bed” you tugged your arm but he held you tighter 

“You’ve been sleeping all day, you don’t need to go to bed yet” 

“Sam just let me go” you groaned 

“No, sit down” Dean commanded 

“You’re treating me like a prisoner” you mumbled, Sam chuckled 

“You’re not a prisoner you’re our sister. Now sit down and watch the movie” he didn’t give you a choice, he gently pulled you back towards the couch. You sunk into the cushions and let out a loud huff. Sam reached out and squeezed your knee, a silent but steady way of saying “I got you” 

You spent the rest of the night on the couch, after the movie finished Dean put on another….and another… and another until you eventually started dozing off. You felt yourself start to slump towards Sam, he leaned back and let your head rest against his shoulder 

“She out?” Dean whispered 

“Just about” Sam nodded, you could hear them but you were too tired to care. You felt one of them stroke your hair back, a gentle kiss was placed across your forehead. You knew it was gonna be a long ride, you knew they were gonna be on top of you for a long time. Once you fell asleep Dean carried you back to your room. He tucked you under the covers and left your nightlight on. 

You woke up the next morning to them sprawled across your floor. A part of you chuckled at that. Dean was spread across your rug, mouth open, hair messy and spiked. Sam was leaning against your bed frame, legs wide open, his socks barely hanging on. You knew they weren’t gonna leave you alone for a while, you’d probably have to shower with the door cracked. 

Even though you knew the next couple of days would be rough, a small piece of you was happy they finally noticed. Someone was finally able to save you from yourself. You knew you’d probably want to cut again, you knew you’d probably find something to use. But even if you slipped the boys would be there to catch you, no judgment, just support. You knew they wouldn’t yell or scream, they’d just patch you back up and start again. No matter how long it took 

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🖤𝓜𝓪𝔂𝓫𝓮 𝓲𝓽’𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓵𝓾🖤

A/N: Thank you, sorry for the long wait and late post. A loved one died recently so I haven’t been motivated to write much. I have a lot of requests to write, don’t worry I’m working on them 

Summary: You accidentally come across a cursed object. The boys race to cure you before it’s too late 

Genre: Angst 

Pairing: sister!reader x Sam and Dean 

Word count: 1.7k

Warning: Mentions of blood

“So we thinking spirit?” Sam said, he was leaning back in his chair with his laptop in front of him. 

“Yea pretty positive” Dean nodded

The three of you were researching a case a few miles away from the bunker. You were all in the library looking up the victims and overall info on the job

“Rose Swanson, born 1873, died 1929. Says that her husband wanted to keep their family home but he couldn’t afford the bills. He ended up selling the place to her side of the family. A few of her relatives moved in and out of the house but left pretty soon after with multiple complaints about strange noises, sightings, and an overall bad feeling” Sam said 

“Say where she was buried?” You asked, running your pointer finger across the rim of the table 

“Apparently her husband wanted her close, he buried her in his backyard” 

“Is that.. legal?” Dean raised his brow, Sam chuckled 

“Yea but it depends, anyways the last resident, her great great niece claimed to have seen a woman in a black gown on their property on multiple occasions. Profile is said to match Rose and a few old neighbors reported remembering stories of how Mr. Swanson buried her in a black dress”

“Sounds like our kinda case” Dean smacked the table and hopped out of his chair. You watched him stroll off to his room to pack before you glanced at Sam. 

“Anything else we should know?” You asked, Sam shrugged 

“Not much, they didn’t have any kids, her parents were divorced and rarely visited, however she was apparently into witchcraft” Sam rubbed his chin and stared at his laptop

“Like our kinda witchcraft or “I just like pretty crystals” kinda witchcraft” 

“I think she was interested in the idea or the spiritual lifestyle. She decorated her house to match her energy and her husband just went with it” 

“Poser” you mumbled, Sam smiled and rolled his eyes 

“Cmon” he shut his laptop and the two of you joined Dean in packing. 

~~~~~~

*Two hours later* 

“Ok we should be good entering the house as long as we don’t run into any relatives”

“People still live here?” Dean scoffed. The three of you were parked outside of the Swansons home. 

“Yea” Sam nodded 

“Surprised the state hasn’t torn it down yet” Dean took the keys out and slipped them in his pocket. 

“Alright Y/n, you’re on finding her grave, you and me are on ghost watch” he said tapping Sam’s shoulder. 

~~~~~~

You’d been searching the back of the property for a solid ten minutes before you decide to grab one of the boys for help. You jogged up to the backdoor and entered the house. You could hear your brothers footsteps upstairs, you were about to grab Sam before one of the back rooms caught your attention. You strolled into a small bedroom down the hallway and started snooping. 

The room was dusty and empty but something prompted you to check the closet. You walked towards the door and slowly opened it. Despite the fact that several people had moved in and out of the house Mr. Swanson left Roses closet untouched. The closest was full of old style dresses and corsets. The fabric was still intact, dusty but probably wearable. 

You gently took a dress off the hanger and examined it. It was a beautiful crimson colored gown with large puffy sleeves and a high neck. You admired it and held it against your torso for a moment. You chuckled when you noticed the dramatic feathered hats and gloves on the top self of the closet. 

You put the dress back and started to shut the door when you noticed something in the corner. There was a small box in the very back, you pulled it out and sat down on the hardwood floor. You opened it softly and peeked inside 

It was full of random items, keepsakes and pictures for the most part. There was a photo of Mr. Swanson and Rose. It was old and in black and white, she was definitely the figure everyone had been seeing. The bottom of the box was lined with dried rose petals and a handful of crystals. There were dance cards, coins, a music box and what looked to be a love letter in the box as well. You examined each item carefully, it was interesting to see something so old

“You find the bones?”

You jumped and turned around, startled by your brothers voice 

“No, I was about to come and get you” you sighed

“What’s all this” Dean squinted at the box and walked over to you  

“Don’t know, guess they forgot it, just a bunch of junk” you shrugged, Dean looked at the objects and gave you a pat on the head. 

“Alright cmon, let’s burn the bones and get a move on” 

You nodded and dumped all the stuff back in the box as Dean made his way to the backyard. 

~~~~~~

The three of you ended up finding Roses bones after a good hour of searching the property. You did the usual salt and burn, you ended up with a couple bruises when Rose found out what the three of you were up to. Once you took care of the spirit you headed back to the bunker after stopping for some cheap burgers 

You got back a couple hours later and immediately took a shower. The water felt amazing, your muscles were tight and sore. Everything was going great, besides the nagging headache near your temples. You plopped down on your bed and rubbed the side of your face with a frown. You heard a knock on your door 

“Yea”

The door opened and Dean popped his head inside 

“I’m gonna cook something up in a few, breakfast for dinner sound good?” 

“Dude we just ate” you chuckled, still rubbing your temple. Dean checked his watch and raised his brow 

“We ate seven hours ago” 

“Oh” you glanced at your clock and realized it was already 7:30. “Guess I’m just not hungry” you shrugged 

“After that hunt?” Dean questioned “I’ll whip you up some pancakes in case you change your mind”  

You nodded and he left, closing your door. You hadn’t realized it had been so long since those burgers, you figured you were just tired. You finished drying your hair while you listened to your favorite playlist. You were trying to tidy up your room when a wave of exhaustion slammed into you. You yawned and tried to ignore it but you suddenly felt like you hadn’t slept in a decade 

You groaned and decided to just take a quick nap. You slid onto your bed and under the covers before you flicked off your light. Your head was still pounding and you were just starting to notice how scratchy your throat felt. You sighed. 

Great, probably getting sick 

~~~~~

“Y/n!” Your eyes snapped open and you flew up. You stumbled out of your bed, tripping over your rug to reach the door. You opened it and came face to face with both of your brothers 

“What?! What?!” You panted 

“I’ve been calling you for five minutes are you-“ Dean trailed off and flicked on your light. “Jeez Y/n you look like crap” he winched 

“Wow thanks” you jumped at the sound of your own voice. It was hoarse and gravelly. 

“What’s going on with you” Sam stepped into your room and gently palmed your forehead 

“Hey-“ 

“Your burning up” he said, noting how sweaty your hairline looked 

“Probably put too many covers over myself” you wiped your face and brushed your hand off on your shirt

“You look like hell ran over you” Dean gently nudged you towards your bed and helped you sit back down 

“I’m fine guys, really I’m just-“ you trailed off and let out a loud sneeze. The boys both winced and looked at you with a concerned expression. You sniffled and glanced up at them 

“Ok, fine, maybe I’m getting sick” you sighed 

“I’m grabbing the thermometer” Dean said, already turning around to walk out of your bedroom 

“No Dean-“

“Hush, make sure she stays put” Dean pointed at you, looking at Sam. Sam nodded and joined you on the bed. 

“Probably just a bug, nothing a little Tylenol and some rest can’t handle” Sam gave you a comforting smile and stroked your hair back with a gentle hand. 

“Feels a little quick to be a bug” you rushed your words out before a heavy cough seized your chest. Sam pat your back until the fit was over.

“It happens sometimes, remember Dean in Wisconsin? The werewolf case” 

You chuckled at the thought of that memory. The three of you had been working a typical case when Dean started blowing chunks. It hit him like a freight train, one minute he was gawking at the local college cheer team the next he was hunched over in the motel bathroom. 

“He’d kill you for bringing that up again” you said 

“Yea well what he doesn’t know won’t kill him” Sam smiled 

“Alright say ah” Dean strolled back into your room with the thermometer. You rolled your eyes and groaned 

“Dean-“

“Cmon your sweating bullets Y/n, your sheets are soaked” he said motioning towards your drenched covers. He walked towards you and took the cap off the stick. 

“C’mere” he said, holding his hand out 

“Dean I can do it myself” you tried to swat him away but he pushed you back gently 

“Shut up and let me help you” he grabbed your chin and waited for you to open your mouth. You rolled your eyes again but allowed him to place the thermometer under your tongue. 

“There” he let you hold it while he started to take your sheets off 

“whut m’are your doim” you mumbled 

“Quit talking you’ll jack up the temp, I’m getting these off” he pulled each corner from under your bed and gave you and Sam a look. You both stood up so he could tug them off, he balled them up and tossed them in your laundry basket. You plopped back down just as the thermometer started to beep. Sam grabbed it before you could read it and squinted at the number 

“101, not crazy high but you definitely have a fever” 

“K here’s the deal” Dean walked over to you and crouched down. “We’re gonna get you something to eat, maybe some soup, something to help you feel a bit better. Lots of fluids and you’re gonna take a day off” he grabbed your knee and gave it a squeeze 

“I’m fine” you lied, you could feel your energy draining 

“Yea and I’m the tooth fairy” Dean scoffed “you’re sick kid, probably just a bug or a virus but you’re not gonna get better unless we help you” you couldn’t argue with that. You just nodded and let out a tired sigh 

“Cmon, we’ll get the food going while you catch a few Z’s” Sam said, nudging your shoulder with his 

“Can’t, beds soaked” you groaned 

“That’s why you’re sleeping in my room” Dean winked 

“No I’ll just get you sick” 

“I got a strong immune system” he shrugged. Sam grabbed a blanket from your bed, the only one that managed to stay dry, and draped it over your shoulders. You hadn’t even noticed that you’d been shivering the whole time. 

“Cmon” he stood and gave you his hand to grab. You did and let him pull you up. The room spun when you stood, you stumbled a bit, shutting your eyes for a second 

“Easy, you alright?” Sam immediately wrapped his hands around your arm to stabilize you. 

“Yea, just got up too fast” You rubbed your temple and tried to regain your balance. Dean didn’t ask he just moved. He scooped you up and started making his way towards his bedroom 

“De I can walk” you said, the sudden movement didn’t help your headache 

“Faster this way, you’re like a friggin Weeble Wobble” 

You chuckled at his remark till you felt another ache in your temple. You groaned and tucked your head under his chin. 

“You doing ok?” He asked, still walking down the hallway 

“Headache” you stated quietly 

“M’sorry” he apologized, he dropped his voice down a few notches. Once you reached his room he gently laid you down and covered you up with his duvet. 

“Alright I’m gonna go help Sam in the kitchen, you need anything?” he asked, dimming the lamp on his nightstand 

“Can you turn the fan on?” You asked, he pat your shoulder and nodded

“Course” he clicked on the fan and shut the door as he left. You curled up under his covers, for some reason you couldn’t control the shaking. You laid for about five minutes and almost started to doze off before the shakes stopped. Your body suddenly felt piping hot, like you were laying on molten lava. You threw the blanket off and immediately crawled off the bed with a groan. The second you hit the floor you pressed your cheek against the wood and sighed. The cool temperature eased the hot flash but definitely didn’t help the aches and pains in your back

You tried to get comfortable but the floor wasn’t exactly soft. You rolled over so your back was pressed against the wood and moaned. Your ears were ringing and your nose felt runny. Everything was aching, your head, your muscles, even your scalp. You tried to massage your head to ease the pain but nothing worked. You tried to convince yourself it was just a bad head cold but something just felt wrong. You didn’t know how long you’d been on the floor till the door creaked open 

“Brought you some- Y/n?!” Sam immediately set the tray of food he was carrying on Dean’s desk and dropped to the floor 

“M’fine Sam” you mumbled, he gently cupped your head and slid his legs under you like a pillow

“Why are you on the floor? Did you fall?” He palmed your forehead again 

“M’hot” you whined 

“Yea you’re burning up” he stroked your hair back and wiped your brow with his sleeve. 

“Cmon let’s get you off the ground” 

“Nooo” you groaned “I’ll be hot”

“You can’t stay on the floor sweetheart it’s bad for your body, cmon” he didn’t make you get up, he slid his arms under your knees and back and lifted you with ease. 

“I’m gonna get Dean, stay still” he said, laying you back on the bed 

“No, don’t leave” 

“I’ll be back in a second” he whispered, cupping your cheek for a brief moment. You watched him leave and tried to get yourself comfy again. The smell of the food on the desk made you nauseous. It was just plain chicken soup but for some reason you felt like you wanted to hurl. You plugged your nose and tried to breathe out of your mouth but that only made you wheeze. You gave up and curled your knees to your chest

“Y/n?” You peeked an eye open and saw your brothers entering the room. Dean had the thermometer in his hand. 

“No” you huffed 

“Yes, Sam said you’re burning up, you’re looking clammy” he sat down on the edge of the bed and grabbed your chin. You clenched your jaw and let out an annoyed puff

“Cmon” he coaxed, you begrudgingly allowed him to place the thermometer under your tongue. 

“Jeez Y/n, you look rough” he muttered, pressing two fingers against your pulse point 

“Mhhknow” you mumbled 

“Shh” he hushed. 

When the meter beeped he took it from you and read the temp. 

“103” Dean looked back at Sam, you could tell they were starting to worry 

“Maybe it’s the flu” Sam said

“The flu doesn’t come on this fast Sam” Dean set the meter down and grabbed a tissue off his desk. He gingerly dabbed your forehead while he simultaneously studied your face 

“I’m fine”

“You’re not fine, what hurts” 

“Just my head” 

“Y/n” he said sternly, you huffed 

“Everything”

“Everything?” His brows furrowed, you nodded 

“Did you eat yet?” 

“No I-“ you paused and shallowed before you clamped your hand over your mouth 

“Y/n-“ 

You threw yourself off the bed and stumbled into the bathroom. You couldn’t close the door in time you just sunk to the floor, barely managing to reach the toilet. The boys rushed in behind you as you started throwing up. You felt a warm hand on your back and one in your hair. You swiped it away with a groan 

“Easy, don’t push me” Dean murmured

“It’s gross go away” you coughed, hovering above the rim 

“It’s not gross you’re sick” he soothed 

“M’hot” your eyes started to prickle with tears, your cheeks were flushed and pink 

“Sam grab a rag” 

Sam slipped out of the bathroom for a few minutes and returned with a soft white rag. He turned the tap on and soaked it with cold water before he squeezed it out over the sink. He crouched down and gently pressed it against your forehead, the relief was immediate 

“Better?” He asked 

“Mhm” 

You spent a good half an hour in the bathroom while your brothers provided gentle comfort. Once you were sure you weren’t about to hurl they carried you back to bed and helped you under the covers. Sam broke out his laptop and immediately started researching illnesses while Dean made sure you were ok. 

“I don’t know Dean the meds should be helping her at least a little bit by now” 

Dean had filled a little bowl with ice water and laid it on the nightstand. 

“Maybe it’s just a really bad bug” he dipped the rag in the water and gave it a squeeze before he draped it across your chest. 

“Guys I’m fine I think it’s just a combination of things” your voice was significantly more hoarse than before and your lips were starting to crack. 

“Yea like what?” Dean scoffed 

“I don’t know sleep deprivation, the hunt, a bad immune system” you suggested 

“Yea all that stuff will definitely mess with your body but not this fast. I mean when did you first start feeling sick?” Sam asked, his fingers were rapidly moving across his keyboard 

“Couple hours after the hunt” 

“What did you notice?” 

“What are you my doctor now” you chuckled but it sounded more like a quiet rasp 

“Just answer me” 

“I had a headache and my throat felt a little funny. I just thought I was catching a cold or something” you said, Dean removed the rag and gave it another dip. 

“When did you start feeling worse?” Dean asked, squeezing the rag out again 

“I don’t know after I took a nap, felt like crap” you groaned, Dean got up and grabbed the cup of water Sam had brought for you earlier

“Here, take a couple sips” 

“I don’t wanna”

“I don’t care” he held the glass to your lips and tipped it back a bit. You took a few sips before you pulled away. It soothed your throat for a few seconds before it started to hurt again. You shallowed roughly before you let out a weak sneeze

“Bless you” Dean said, grabbing a tissue 

“I wish” you scoffed, he handed it to you. You dabbed your nose a few times and went to toss the tissue when you noticed red blotches across the top 

“Uh” you squinted, for a second you thought your eyes were playing tricks on you till you saw your brothers face 

“Woah” Dean immediately took the tissue from you 

“Dean, ew!” You tried to snatch it back before he looked up at you. 

“Crap” he grabbed your face gently and held the tissue to your nose 

“What? What?” You mumbled, he pulled the tissue away and you realized there were more red spots. You touched your upper lip with your pointer finger and felt something warm and sticky. You pulled your hand back to see your finger covered in blood 

“Sam” Dean grabbed another tissue and started wiping your face. Sam glanced up from his laptop and immediately went pale. 

“Ok not the flu” he said, practically tripping over the chair he was currently to get to you. He was at your side in seconds placing his hand on your knee 

“Maybe it’s just a regular nosebleed” you tried to take the tissue from Dean but he wouldn’t let you 

“Yea when’s the last time your nose bled like this” Dean grumbled. When he finally finished dabbing the blood up you sunk back into the mattress 

“What is this? A hex?” Dean said 

“Gotta be, did you touch something in the house?” Sam asked, you groaned 

“I touched a lot of things Sam” your teeth started to chatter and your skin suddenly felt ice cold. You frantically tried to pull the covers up to your chin 

“Woah, what’s going on” Dean said 

“Freezing” you shivered 

“Freezing? Y/n you have a fever how are you cold right now” he immediately touched your forehead, his eyes went wide 

“She’s cold” 

“Cold?” Sam questioned, he copied Dean and gently placed his hand on your head. 

“What the hell?” He mumbled, you rubbed your hands together and tried to simulate as much warmth as possible. Dean cut his eyes at your arms before he grabbed your wrist and held it up. 

“Dean! I’m cold!” You tried to yank it back but he held you tighter 

“Her fingernails are purple” he held your hand out for Sam to see before he let you pull it back. 

“Alright we need to figure this out. Now” Sam got off the bed and went back to his laptop. Dean opened his closet and threw on a jacket 

“Where are you going” you whined before you let out a nasty wet cough 

“Back to the house” 

“How do we know it’s from the house” you wheezed 

“Nothing else could’ve caused this, I’ll be back, Sam watch her” 

Dean rushed out of the bunker and got into the impala. He floored it

~~~~~~~

You made it a good hour before you started to doze. You didn’t think much of the sudden wave of exhaustion you just figured it was from all the hacking and coughing. You laid your head down on Deans pillow and closed your eyes. Thirty minutes went by and you hadn’t stirred. Sam glanced up from his laptop and called you

“Y/n?” He said softly. You didn’t move 

“Y/n, cmon kiddo get up” you didn’t respond. He immediately got up and sat down on the edge of the bed. 

“Y/n?” His voice was louder now and his tone was more urgent. He started shaking your shoulder but nothing worked. His face went pale and his eyes went wide. He dug in his pocket, grabbed his phone, and dialed Dean. 

“Something wrong?” Dean answered 

“Dean!” He shouted, he put the phone on speaker and tossed it onto the bed

“Y/n?! Hey! Y/n? Look at me” he shook you harder but your limbs were limp. Your lips were turning a strange shade of purple and blue and your skin looked pasty. He pressed his fingers against your neck 

“Sammy what’s happening?!” Dean shouted

“She won’t wake up!” Sam pulled you closer to him and checked your pulse again 

“Is she breathing?” Dean panicked 

“Yea but it’s shallow, her lips are turning blue Dean she’s dying” 

Dean dropped his phone and slammed his foot on the gas petal. 

“What do I do?!” Sam shrieked, he shook you again but all you did was flop against the mattress 

“Y/n?! Y/n?! Cmon kid wake up” he pat your cheek a few times, wincing at how cold you felt. 

“Dean what do I do” he went from a soft pat to a light smack on your arms. “Cmon” he whispered to himself 

“Keep her airway open if she stops breathing-“ Dean shallowed and tried to regain his composure. “Sam if she stops breathing do cpr, do you understand?” He ordered. Sam didn’t respond

“Sam!”

“Ok!” 

Sam sprung off the bed and snatched his laptop off the table. He ran back over to you and started researching common cures for curses. You started coughing, still pale and unresponsive. Sam immediately moved his laptop and tilted you over slightly. 

“Dean!” He shouted 

“What? What?” 

“She’s bleeding” Sam hollered, grabbing a tissue off the counter to wipe your lips. They were cracked and tinted with a light shade of red 

“I’m at the house, keep her breathing!” Dean jumped out of the car and raced up to the door. He pushed it open and ran straight into the bedroom. He remembered the box you had been looking through. He immediately shoved the clothes out of the way and found it buried in the back corner. 

“Crap, what did she touch!” Dean shouted, Sam shook you harder 

“Y/n? Y/n, can you hear me” he asked, a part of you could hear his voice but you couldn’t bring yourself to answer 

“I don’t know Dean just burn it all” 

Dean didn’t hesitate. He snatched the box and darted outside. He threw the box onto a pile of dirt and fumbled through his jacket for his lighter. 

“Cmon, cmon, cmon” he muttered to himself, aggressively brushing his finger against the metal. The lighter finally lit and he tossed it on top of the box. Suddenly a loud scream blared through his speaker. He held his phone up to his ear 

“Sam?! What’s happening”

You were in the bed, thrashing around clutching your shirt 

“Dean what the hell did you do?!” Sam barked, immediately grabbing you to keep you from rolling off the bed. “It’s ok Y/n, you’re ok, you’re ok”

“I just set the box on fire! What’s happening?!”

“I don’t know she’s freaking out!” Sam steadied you and tried to keep you from bashing your head against the nightstand. 

“Is it burning?” Sam hollered 

“All of it, I threw the whole box out!” Dean said, watching the box slowly fall apart. The letter was in ashes, the petals were completely gone. Sam glanced at his laptop and frantically scrolled through articles. 

“Taking a bath with salt, rosemary, or rue is said to draw out lingering toxins-“ Sam read out loud to himself. He tossed his laptop aside and scooped you up off the bed 

“Sam!” Deans voice echoed through the phone on the mattress 

“I’m trying something Dean!” Sam shouted, kicking the bathroom door open with his foot. He laid you down in the tub and started to run the water. He made sure your head was back and tilted up so you wouldn’t slip under the water. Once you were situated he dashed out of the bathroom to grab some salt and rosemary from the kitchen. He was back within second and immediately started dumping out the bottles in the tub. 

The water was warm but shocking to your system. You felt your clothes start to stick to your body, the steam clung to your face. A few minutes later you started to stir. You let out a faint groan and tried to flop out of the tub 

“Woah, woah, woah, woah, hey, Y/n? Hey” Sam gently pat your face, your eyelids fluttered open 

“Sam?” You croaked 

“Yea” he smiled and smoothed your hair back. “It’s me” your brows furrowed as you looked down at the water 

“Why am I in the tub” you groaned, you tried siting up a bit before Sam held you back down. 

“Easy, stay still, I don’t know if the curse is gone yet” 

“Curse?” You questioned 

“Yea that’s why you’re so sick” he said softly, rubbing his fingers across your flushed cheek 

“No it- I was just sick or something” 

“You collapsed Y/n, you started bleeding, you weren’t breathing properly, Dean had to go back to the Swansons house” 

“The Swanson- is he ok?” You immediately tried to get out but Sam had a firm grip on your shoulder 

“Stay still, hes fine, he burned the box” 

“What box?” You asked, trying to put all the pieces together 

“Dean said you’d found a box of Rose’s old things, I think one of the objects was cursed” he stuck his finger in the water to make sure the water wasn’t too hot or too cold for you. 

“Crap” you sighed “I’m so stupid” you huffed 

“You’re not stupid” Sam soothed “you didn’t know” 

“I should’ve known, m’sorry” you went to sit up again before Sam gently but firmly pushed you back down. 

“Stay put” he ordered, his expression was soft but his tone was stern. 

“Sam! What’s going on!” You heard Dean’s faint voice in the background. You turned your head before Sam gave you a reassuring pat on your arm 

“Stay here” he sat up and grabbed his phone off the bed. 

“Hey” 

“Sam what’s going on? Is she ok? Is she-“ 

“She’s ok, I think whatever curse it was is fading” Sam explained, Dean audibly sighed 

“Where is she? I wanna talk to her” 

Sam walked back into the bathroom and crouched down next to the tub. He put the phone on speaker so you didn’t have to stretch and held it out to you. 

“De” you said, your voice was hoarse and strained 

“Hey kiddo, you ok?” He asked 

“I think so, feel like I got hit by a semi” you scoffed 

“I’ll bet, I’m on my way back now, you listen to Sam ok?” 

“K mom” 

Sam chuckled and hung the phone up. 

“Alright cmon, let’s get you outta these wet clothes” Sam unplugged the drain and gingerly helped you stand. You swayed a bit, the movement was a bit jarring. 

“Easy” he cooed, he waited until you caught your balance before he let you go to grab a towel off your door. 

“Come here” he held the towel out and wrapped it around your body. 

“Sam I can dry myself off” you sighed, he ignored you and gently scrubbed the water off your arms. 

“You can barely stand straight” he said, he helped you get out of the tub and led you to the toilet seat. 

“Sit down, I’ll grab your clothes” he said, you slowly plopped down and waited for him to come back. A few minutes later he strolled into the bathroom with a fresh folded pile of clothes for you. 

“Do you need help changing?” He asked, you chuckled but knew he was serious

“No, Sammy I’m fine” you took the clothes from him and waited for him to leave

“Holler if you need me” he said before he shut the door. It took you significantly longer to get dressed than usual. Your body was completely drained, you barely had the energy to lift your arms. Once you were in your pjs you actually felt out of breath. 

“Sam” you called, you heard a pair of footsteps at the door 

“Yea?” 

“I need help” the door clicked open and Sam poked his head in. 

“What’s up?”

“I’m done I’m just- just tired” he immediately stepped inside and scooped you up. 

“You don’t have to-“

“Shut up” he said softly. He carried you to the bed and sat you down. 

“Are you still cold?” He asked, you nodded. He pulled the covers over your legs and gingerly tucked you in. 

“I feel like death” you groaned 

“I know” he cooed, he sat down on the edge of the mattress and gently cupped your cheek. “You’re still a little pale, just the residue, your body’s still recovering” he brought his hand down to your arm and started rubbing his thumb across your skin. 

“My muscles hurt” you huffed, your body felt tense and tight, everything ached 

“I know, I know” he scooted a little closer and started to rub the back of your neck. “Dean called while you were changing, he’s a few miles away” His hand moved to your hair, he tucked a small strand behind your ear. 

“Is he ok?” You asked quietly, Sam chuckled 

“He’s fine kiddo, I think he’s more concerned about you” he said, giving your arm a little squeeze. All you could think about was that stupid box

“Do you think… do you think it’s really gone?”

“What the curse?” 

“Mhm” 

Sam sighed, noticing how scared and fragile you looked. He kicked his shoes off and pushed himself against the headboard. He leaned back and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you towards his chest. 

“It’s gone, I promise. Dean burned the box, we killed the spirit, I stuck you in that bath” he added, gently ruffling your hair. You let out a weak laugh 

“You’re just feeling the lingering effects, you just need a little rest that’s all” you felt his chin land on the top of your head. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have touched anything” you apologized 

“Stop apologizing, it wasn’t your fault sweetheart. Could’ve happened to anyone of us” he started softly stroking your hair. “Are you thirsty?” 

“Kinda” you shrugged 

“Alright, I’m gonna brew some tea, easy on the stomach” he gave you a little peck on the head before he got up and made his way to the kitchen.

~~~~~~

You didn’t know how much time had past but you woke to a gentle knock at the door. You blinked a few times and rubbed your eyes, Sam was standing in the doorway with a small mug. 

“Hey” he smiled “Deans here, he’s coming down” he said, he walked over to the nightstand and sat the mug down 

“It’s chamomile, should help you feel a little bit better” he said with a wink 

You were in the middle of thanking him when you heard a loud thump. You both looked towards the door, listening to the loud pair of footsteps running down the hallway. You saw Sam’s hand subconsciously hover over his belt, ready to pull out his knife before Dean appeared in the doorway.

“Y/n” he said, clearly winded and out of breath. He looked like he’d been through hell. His hair was disheveled, his eyes were wide 

“De” you stretched your hand out, he was at your side in seconds. He dropped his duffel bag ran towards the bed and pulled you into his arms. He cupped the back of your head and held you so tight you felt like you couldn’t breathe for a second 

“Uh- Dean” you wheezed 

“Sorry, sorry I’m sorry” he pulled away and held the side of your cheek. “Hey kiddo” he smiled, you could tell he was inspecting your face 

“I’m fine” you answered him before he could ask 

“You better be, that bitch had it coming” he scoffed, you chuckled and nodded 

“Sorry I scared you”

“Don’t be sorry, I’m just glad you’re ok” he pushed your hair back and kissed your forehead. “Don’t do that again” he said sternly 

“I’ll try not to” you said with a tired grin 

“Good” he nodded, “so how are you feeling? You feel ok?” 

“Yea, just tired, little hungry”

“Oh!” Dean shot up off the bed and jogged back towards his duffel. “That reminds me” he said, bending down to grab a separate bag beside the duffle. He held it up and grinned 

“I got food” 

You laughed as he brought it over to the bed. He opened the bag, Sam sat down on the other side and helped him dish out the food. He pulled out a small cup and popped the lid off. The smell of chicken soup immediately wafted out of bag. 

“Here, it’s from that place down the road, the one you love” he said, you took the cup from him and smiled 

“Thanks” he nodded and handed you a spoon. Both of the boys watched you like a hawk, both noticing how your hand shook when you tried to lift the cup towards your lips. You barely got the spoon in the soup before Dean started taking it from you 

“Alright hand it over”

“What- Dean I can-“

“Uh uh, you’re gonna spill it all over my bed, open up” he said, scooping a small spoonful

“De” you whined 

“Hush” he said softly. The act was embarrassing but for some reason you didn’t really care. He fed you small spoonfuls, pausing each time to let you chew and shallow. 

“You’re such a mom” you mumbled mid chew 

“Yea well you almost died I think a little pampering is called for” he said, pushing another spoonful towards your mouth. Once you’d had enough he helped you drink your tea and made sure you were comfortable every few minutes. They spent the rest of the night hovering. Every two seconds all you heard was “are you ok?” “how do you feel?” “are you hot”. Dean kept palming your forehead every five minutes and Sam made you drink about a thousand more cups of tea but at least you knew they cared for you. 

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