Imagine being deaf and Sam and Dean's little sibling
Fandom: Supernatural Warnings: none Summary: being deaf since birth and hunting with your older bros. Characters: Sam, Dean, monster, Reader
Saving people, Hunting things, was nothing new for you and your brothers even if it was hard at times. You were the youngest and only daughter of John and Mary Winchester, born deaf you had always struggled with the hunt but enjoyed it all the same. You guys were on a wendigo hunt right now just south of Missouri and the case was pretty thin on evidence. You and Sam were spending all your time researching for clues and with Cas MIA again you couldn’t call on him.
Mornings were always worse as you couldn’t hear an alarm. They both took it in turns to play rooster. Today was Dean’s turn, he always did silly things like poke you in weird places or wrap you in the blanket and tickle you. After you had a coffee Sam showed you everything he had worked out and written notes of his theory. Although you all knew sign language it was quicker this way. The three of you had a really long drawn out signing conversation (with some signing arguments. They were the funniest thing ever!) You set of in baby to the “hit” zone.
When you arrived in the wood it was almost nightfall so you were all anticipating the arrival of the damn thing. You followed your brothers took point as usual and you had their flank. Flame-guns ready you all speed through the forest and within 100 metres you split up to take it out quicker, you and Sam went one way and Dean the other. After 30 minutes of wondering around the adrenaline had started to wear off and you both slowed down. no sooner had you stopped the Disgusting sight of the wendigo appeared but not before it had snatched Sam and you turning around to see the sight off him being clawed and his precious face screaming in agony.Â
You shot a few rounds from your gun and the Beast was dissolved in seconds.Running over to Sam you tried to assess him, the wounds were pretty mild compared to what they can do. but you couldn’t comfort Sam or even call for help. The one thing you hated about this, being born this way was you couldn’t talk.
Dean must have heard Sam as he raced over pretty quick and after we got back to the bunker We quickly patched him up. He had some new scars but he was going to be ok.
