#uncle!dean

“Sam we’ve talked about this,”  Dean said in a tired and overused tone.  “You know we can’t.”

“Dean it’s not safe,”  Sam protested.  You sat on the motel bed dreading their argument.  

It was always the same argument, Sam would tell Dean that you needed to see a doctor, and Dean would say that the three of you needed to hide.  With Dick Roman and the authorities searching for you all, Dean had a point.  You rubbed your hand over your very swollen belly as a foot jabbed you lazily.  Sam and Dean had marked you back when you three were on the hunt for Eve.  You found out you were pregnant shortly after and had seen an urgent clinic doctor to confirm the pregnancy.  However, with Eve and her monsters on the loose, it hadn’t been safe to stay in the same place and none of the doctors would see you without medical transcripts.

Then the world went to hell and Cas brought the leviathans into the world.  It was a waking nightmare.  Everything had become more complicated since then and the brothers had taken to hiding as much as possible since they were put at the top of the FBI’s most-wanted list.

“She doesn’t have much time left before the pup is due.  What if something is wrong?”  Sam argued quietly as they continued to load the impala.

“I’m right here, you know,”  You called as your alphas argued about what was best for you and your pup.

“You know what, you’re right,”  Dean grabbed Sam by his jacket and dragged him back into the motel room to stand next to you.  He pulled the door to the room closed with a slam and wiped his hand down his face.  “I know you are doing you’re best to try and keep her safe,”  Dean pointed at Sam, then moved and pointed at you.  “And I’m sure you’re going crazy stuck in these crap motels.  But I’m trying my best to keep us all safe from Dick and Crowley.  Did you guys forget about them!?”

“No,” You and Sam mumble.  You held your belly and your babe reacted to Dean’s voice in a flurry of movements.  Sam held your hand, and you squeezed as a not-uncommon tightness rolled down your hips.

“The authorities would arrest us all and take our pup away.  That’s if the leviathan’s don’t kill us outright.”  Dean was still heated, and you broke down crying.

“Dean,”  Sam said quietly as he pulled your head against his shoulder.

“Son of a bitch,”  Dean muttered before coming to kneel in front of you.  “I shouldn’t have yelled.  I’m sorry,”  Dean rested his head on your lap as your weeping slowed and you tried to catch your breath.

“I won’t bring it up again,”  Sam said offering the olive branch.

“Yeah, and we’ll have this whole situation worked out with the Feds.  We just have to find Frank,”  Said Dean.  “There’s nothing to worry about.”

“God,”  you gasped after a loud pop.  “I don’t think we are gonna get the situation worked out with the feds,”  You stood quickly and rushed to the motel bathroom.

“What the hell?”  Dean asked as he landed on his rear and watched you run off.  He looked over at Sam who was sporting a look of horror before he stood and leaned against the bathroom door.

“Hey babe, it’s gonna be okay.  That was your water, right?  Can I bring you anything?”  Sam said to you on the bathroom door.  He sounded like he was reciting one side of a two-sided script.

“Yeah, it was,”  You responded the panic in your voice evident.

“Breath out, it’s gonna be okay.  Why don’t you get in the shower for a little while,”  Sam suggested.

It was hours and honestly felt like longer.  Sam and Dean took turns sitting in the bathtub with you, rubbing your back, and walking around the room with you.  You heard Dean asking if it was normal to take this long when you were resting.  Thankfully you also heard Sam quell his apprehension with some facts about first-time mothers and the lengths of labor.  You were terrified momentarily when you heard him say something about days.

“Sam!”  You cried as the pressure mounted to new heights.  Dean took a chair and let you lean on him as you squatted down.  Sam came and stood in front of you as Dean was uncomfortable playing catcher, as he called it.

“Just breath, it’s almost over right?”  Sam said offering a sweet half-smile.  You let your head fall back into Dean’s lap groaning as the older brother brushed your hair out of your face.

“You’re doing great ‘Mega,”  Dean kissed your forehead.

“Fuck you guys,”  You whimper as you started to bear down.  You zoned out with the pain and focus, only refocusing when you heard the sharp squeal of your baby crying.

“It’s a girl,”  Sam said swaddling the babe slightly and handing her to you.  Sam's smile was twisted with pain a little as you took the baby and could get that first new baby smell.  “She’s yours, Dean.”  Sam looked at his brother.  You let yourself drop gingerly to your knees as the contractions eased slightly and you held your little girl close to you.

“She’s so small,”  Dean whispered as he leaned over your shoulder.  “God she’s beautiful.”

Your contraction picked up strength again and you gasped in pain.

“Dean,”  Sam said, giving Dean some pre-established signal.  Dean leaned over and took the tiny baby from your hands, just as you yelped in surprise and pain.  Dean scented you as you leaned yourself back against him.

“Sam,”  Dean whispered looking at his younger brother, his eyes full of worry.  “She smells like you.”  Sam dropped his large body down to the floor and cursed before helping lift you back up and instructing you to start pushing again.

Tears streamed down your face as you struggled to push again and the pressure mounted to new heights.  You had imagined the pain from the birth of your daughter was how it would feel to die, but you knew now you were wrong.  

“Come on, Sammy, speak up.  What’s happening?”  Dean asked impatiently as you cried and screamed trying to birth your unexpected child.

“The shoulder is stuck,”  Sam grunted and you shrieked as he worked to dislodge the infant's arm.  “There he is,”  Sam sighed as you collapsed back against Dean’s leg.

“It’s a boy?”  Dean asked, sounding excited.  “You did it,”  He whispered into your hair kissing your temple as Sam leaned in to kiss your lips gingerly and handing the bigger boy to you.

“Well hello there,”  you whispered to the baby you were now holding.  “In a little bit of a hurry there?”

Sam laughed and fiddled with your daughter's finger.  Dean swatted his brother away playfully.

“You’ve got your own,”  He teased Sam.

“Yeah, but she won’t let me hold him,”  Sam whined lovingly as he helped clean you up.

Panting heavily, you ignored the demon’s maniac laugh as he danced around you, cheering at your downfall. “Y’know I do know where your daddy and uncle are.” He whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine, “they are so close, poor little Y/n. We are going have to work fast.” 

“What do you mean?” You hissed, as you watched the demon sit down and grab a bunch of syringes. “NO!” Your body thrashed as you knew what was coming next. “Please! Anything but that! Kill me! Do it!” 

Shaking it’s head you watched it smile as it started to extract it’s own blood. “You get to be one of us Y/n!” It cheered as it walked towards you. 

“Please.” Your broken voice pleaded with the demon, “you don’t have to do this.” 

“Hmmm.” It mocked you as it stuck the needle in your vein and pumped demon blood in you, “I think I want to.” 

Your body tensed up and thrashed at the first lot of demon blood. Your head dropped down as you started to cry. All you could think of was your uncle but most importantly your dad. The horror they will have to go to to get you back, they will bring you back. 

“No matter what Y/n, we will always find a way to save you. We are always by your side.” 

Sam’s words echoing in your head was enough for you to give up, to finally give in.

“Oh come on Y/n, giving up so easily?” The demon injected more blood into you, “that was one shot, kid you are going to have to toughen up.” 

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Eventually all the shots had been administered into your blood stream. To say you felt different was an understatement. You flashed your teeth at the demon with a lunatic smile, “If I knew it felt this good to be a demon,” you sighed in happiness and threw your head back, “I would have done this years ago!” 

“Welcome to the party.” The demon said, flashing his eyes black along with you in unison. “I’m going have to go, they are here, I can sense them. Have fun Winchester, give them hell.” 

Nodding your head, you switched your eyes back to your normal colour and winked, “oh I will.” 

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The door slammed open and your dad and uncle were met with your ‘unconscious’ body tied to the chair. “Oh my God, Y/n!” Your dad boomed as he slid towards you and held your head in his hands, “come on Y/n, wake up baby, wake up!” 

“Sammy.” Dean rolled up your sleeves to see the injection marks but Sam was still too busy trying to wake you up, “Damn it Sam look!” Dean turned Sam’s head to face the scars. 

“No!” Was all Sam could say before you snapped your head up laughing. 

“Hiya uncle De, hiya Dad!” The brothers shot back from you, “look daddy!” Your eyes flashed black as you couldn’t contain your laughter, “I’m just like you!” 

Sam’s jaw locked as he tried to push back the tears, whilst Dean’s fists tightened, as he tried to push back the urge to hurt you. 

Mock pouting you teased, “what’s the matter daddy? I mean I can see why you became addicted! This stuff is like crack!” Noticing Dean’s threating posture you snapped your eyes back to your normal colour, “you wouldn’t hurt your baby niece would you now Dean?” You asked, showing him your puppy dog eyes. 

“You’re not Y/n.” Dean said through gritted as he started to shake with anger. 

“Oh but I am.” You leaned back, “just the true version of me. The version I always wanted to be, the version I craved. The versi-” 

You were cut off by your dad punching you and knocking you unconscious, “Sammy-” Dean went to reach for him but he went straight to untie you. 

“We need to get her to the bunker and get this out of her system.” Sam carried your body bridal style and turned back towards Dean, “Now Dean!” He shouted, visibly stressed. 

All Dean did was nod and run to the impala, trying to figure out who this will kill, you or your dad. 

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It didn’t take you long to become fully aware again. You knew the surroundings well. Harsh light beaming down on you. Rope tied to your wrists and ankles. The usual set up for a monster in the dungeon. 

You glared at your dad and uncle with every step they took. “We could try an exorcism first?” Dean suggested, ignoring you bursting out laughing. “Shut up!” He said, putting a knife to your throat, causing you to smirk. 

“Dean!” Your dad exclaimed, pulling him back, “remember who she is.” They both turned to look at you, eyes full of sympathy. Dean mumbled an apology before Sam walked around you reciting the exorcism, “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus.” 

“Stop it!” You giggled, feeling the words tickling you. 

Ignoring you, your dad desperately carried on, “omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii…” 

“It tickles, oh my- this is so funny!” You laughed until there were tears in your eyes. “Cut the crap dad, why don’t you grab a needle and knock some blood back yourself?” Your eyes switched black again as you raised an eyebrow "I know you still crave it. I can tell. The rush it gives you. And you Dean.” Dean was taken back when your attention shifted to him, “we can be so powerful together, come on.” Smirking again your eyes switched back, “old Y/n is never coming back. And even if you did get rid of this version of me,” you looked deep into your dad’s eyes, “she will never be the same.” 

Dean looked at Sam who shook his head and ignored you, grabbing human blood. “I know what Y/n wants, I’m her father!” He screamed in your face. 

“Not much of one are you though.” Sam and Dean tensed up at your comment, “I mean look at what I’ve become! All because you couldn’t look after me. You are pathetic Sam! Always have been always will be!” You watched as he gripped the needle tightly, “come on Dad, you really think shots is the answer? This could kill me y’know.”

Sam grabbed your face tightly and whispered, “I’m going to do whatever it takes to get my baby back.” Your eyes flashed black as you went to bite your dad, but as Dean threw holy water on you, your dad injected the human blood in you whilst you hissed in pain. 

“This isn’t going to-” Feeling like your head is going to be crushed you screamed out in pain, “STOP!” 

“We have plenty more to go sweetheart. Sit back and relax.” Dean said, going to help Sam prep more needles as you swore and screamed at the pair of them. “That’s not Y/n Sam remember.” Sam nodded and was about to turn back to you before Dean pulled him back, “you better remember that Sam otherwise what she says is going to kill you, it’s not Y/n.” 

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It had been hours since your treatment first began and your demonic state was becoming weaker and weaker. “Dad?” You mumbled, barely even able to keep your head up. 

“What Y/n?” He snapped, not looking up at you. 

Smiling weakly you breathed out, “I think it’s working, I think I’m becoming me again.” Ignoring your comment Sam struck another needle in you, “dad?” 

“Oh just shut up Y/n!” He threw the needle across the other side of the room, “if you wasn’t such a bad hunter we wouldn’t have to do this!” He slammed the table as you watched his anger build up, “I didn’t want this! The hunting! The monsters!” He laughed coldly as he turned back to you, “I didn’t even want you.”

“What do you mean?” You cried out, shaking your head. 

“You are so fucking stupid.” He shook his head and got in your face, “get through that thick skull of yours,” he harshly poked his finger at your head, “that I never wanted you. I was forced to take you in, I should have just dumped you somewhere because look at what you’ve become! A disaster of a human.” He spat as he turned to walk out the bunker. 

“Dad!” You tried calling out for him but he ignored you, “don’t leave me! Dad!” Looking at your uncle ,who had been lurking in the darkness, you tried calling for him, “uncle Dean please help!” You watched as he strode towards you, fist just about to meet your face before you were snapped back to reality with your dad and uncle screaming your name. 

“Y/n?” Your dad’s once harsh eyes were replaced by much softer ones, “Y/n is that really you?” 

Looking up at your dad and uncle they watched as your black eyes crumbled into your old colour once again. “Y/n?” Dean was still cautious to go near you. 

“Yeah it’s me. Dad I’m her-” You were stopped by your eyes rolling back and your body falling into a seizure. “D..dad!” 

Untying the ropes your dad and uncle layed you on the floor, “it’s okay Y/n, I’m here. Daddy is here Y/n you are going to be fine. You can fight this darling.” You gripped your dad’s hand tightly as you watched your brain play more harsh tricks on you. 

“Look at her Dean! How could I even own that thing!” 

“I don’t know Sammy, definitely not a Winchester.” 

“She should just throw herself in hell already, save both us and her the trouble. You hear that Y/n? Just drop dead already!” 

“Dad!” You screamed before your body dropped unconscious once again. 

“W...what’s happened?” Your dad shouted, tears falling freely down his face as Dean checked for a pulse. 

“She’s just in shock Sam. It’s her though, you got your baby back.” Dean pulled Sam in for a hug and rubbed his back as he sobbed into Dean. “I know brother, let it out. She’s going to be okay.” Dean gripped tightly onto his little brother with tears stinging his eyes as he looked at his little niece. 

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Groaning you felt drumming in your head whilst hearing a voice in the distance, “Y/n?” 

Trying to open your eyes you groaned again, “dad?” You mumbled, feeling weights on your eyes. “is it really you?” 

“It is Y/n, come on open your eyes and see. You can do it.” Your dad encouraged as he rubbed his thumb over your hand. 

After a lot of whining and promising of pie you finally managed to open your eyes, “welcome back sweetheart.” Your dad said as he brought you in for a hug, which you accepted straight away. 

Laying back down you looked up at him, “where’s uncle Dean?” 

“Where do you think?” 

Rolling you eyes you said with your dad at the same time, “pie.” 

Chuckling lightly you stopped as you saw the hurt in your dad’s eyes, “it wasn’t your fault dad.” 

Shaking his head you watched fresh tears form in his eyes, “I should have kept an eye on you, it was stupid for me to leave you alone.” 

“You can’t keep beating yourself up like this dad.” You said as you pulled him down so he was laying next to you. He put his arm around you and pulled you close to him so you could lay your head on his chest, “I thought I was a goner.” 

He pulled you in tighter as he rubbed your back, “but you are here now Y/n, you’re my little fighter.” 

“You know what dad,” you mumbled starting to fall asleep again, “even when I was that monster, deep down I knew I was still your baby.” 

“I’s not funny!” She stomped as I smirked, cocking a brow and turning my body towards her, resting my elbow on the couch whilst resting my cheek against my palm. “I say you are,” she gently huffed, shaking her braids around with a pout. 

“Nuh-huh!” 

“Uh-huh.” 

“No, momma!” She growled, making me chuckle again when the iron door above us creaked open, revealing two overly worked hunters trudging in. My lips tore into a smile as I stood, as Harley stood in front of me, staring up as she watched her uncle and father descend down the stairwell. 

“Momma!” She snapped her head towards me as I nodded, smiling as she broke into a little run towards her father. I walked behind her, leaning against the back of the couch as they stopped, Sam’s tired face quickly breaking into the largest grin, crouching down as Harley slammed into his chest. 

“Dada!” She squealed as he stood, holding her close against his chest as he peppered light kisses all over her rosy face. Her small squeals welcomed after the hours of crying she had just done. Dean grinned at the sight, stealing a kiss on the cheek from his niece as he moved away, allowing Sam to take the time with his daughter as she began to bombard him with questions about his “trip”. 

“Hey, sweetheart, you feelin’ alright? Lookin’ a little more beat than us.” Dean half-grinned as I scoffed, moving close and hugging him tightly as he wrapped an arm around my waist. “‘M fine… Harley, however,” I sighed as he nodded, frowning as I pulled away, rubbing at my eyes with my palms. I felt a squeeze from behind, turning my head, I caught Sam’s lips as they crashed into me, making me grin as he slowly pulled away yet he kept his forehead pressed to mine. 

“Hi,” he whispered as Dean slowly left, taking the duffel bags with him as I grinned, looking up through my eyelashes. 

“Hey,” I glanced towards our daughter, smirking as I noticed the slight pout tugging on her lips. “I don’t think someone likes momma getting all the attention.” Sam frowned before looking at Harley, a small smile on his lips as he used his free hand to tickle her stomach, causing her to squeal and grab at his hands. 

“What’s the matter with you, Har?” 

“Momma mean,” she pouted more, puckering her lips as I rolled my lips together, fighting back a smile as Sam shot me a look as I shrugged gently. “Ooh, is she now? Why was momma being mean?” 

“She says I funny!” She waved her arms around as Sam adjusted her, his lips still in a large smile as I moved towards the couch settling on it as he moved towards me, settling onto the couch as Har crossed her arms. 

“But, Har, you are!” 

“That’s mean,” she huffed as Sam frowned, glancing at me as I sighed, closing my eyes and rubbing at them as his frowned deepened. I felt the couch shift, making me open my eyes to see Har settled on his lap. 

“Har, I want you to try something with me, okay?” Sam asked, sending her a gentle smile as she squinted her eyes, pursing her lips as she slowly nodded. “Good, alright, so after everything I say, I want you to say ‘me’ in the loudest voice you can!” Sam threw one arm over the edge of the couch, exaggerating his words as she giggled, nodding. 

“Alright, who’s the best helper?” 

“Me!” 

“Good! Okay, okay, who’s the funniest?” 

“Me!” 

“Awesome, Har! Who’s the most creative?” 

“Me!” Harley’s grin split across her face, almost reaching her ears as Sam nodded, himself grinning larger than the sun. I cozied up on the couch as I watched, seeing my baby girl finally laughing and smiling made all those days and hours of her crying or missing her daddy worth it. 

“Alright, Har, this last one is a big one, you ready?” 

“Yeah!” 

“Alright, out of all of the girls on this planet Earth, and there have been billions, who’s the cutest?” 

“Me! Me, me, me! I’m cutest!” Harley screeched as she jumped up, her little arms and legs kicking around as Sam held her up, allowing her to wiggle in mid-air as I watched in glee. I felt as if I were floating on cloud nine… 

“That’s right! You’re the cutest, my little Harley!” Sam grinned, tossing her up as she screamed, laughter arising from her mouth as I sighed, just allowing them to soak in their time together. I glanced up to see Dean leaning against the doorway, my lips tugging into a grin as I gently elbowed Sam, who snapped his head towards me as I nodded towards his older brother. “Har, baby girl, I think Uncle Dean needs some loving too.” I whisper-shouted as Harley snapped her head around, her braids flying as she wiggled in her father’s hands, him quickly setting her down as she took off towards her uncle, who scooped her up and tickled her sides, another squeak echoing around the bunker as Dean nodded to me, taking Harley back to his “man cave” which was made into her playroom. 

Groaning, I sunk further into the couch as I felt an arm wrap around me, making me peel open one of my eyes as I glanced up to see Sam smirking down at me. I moved closer, snuggling into his side as he leaned down, pressing his lips to my head as I grinned. 

“I’ve missed you so much, babe… I just- I’m sorry we were gone for so long.” Sam sighed, his voice low as I hummed, playing with his flannel as I looked up, feeling sleep slowly take over as I moved closer into my man’s arms. 

“It’s fine, Sammy… I’m just happy you and Dean are back safely, especially because that little girl needed her daddy.” I grinned as Sam scoffed, his arm squeezing me closer as a content sigh left my lips. 

“What about you…?” His voice grew low as I craned my neck, biting back the smirk as I moved to sit up some. I tugged on the ears of his flannel, making him sit up and away from the back of the sofa, his lips pulled into a smirk as I gently kissed at his jawline before moving up, pressing my lips against his warm, soft yet dry lips. Moving in sync as his hand came to rest on my hip, making me grin into the kiss, him moving and deepening it. 

“I definitely needed my Sammy back,” I murmured, leaning down and pressing a few feather-like kisses to his throat as he tilted his head, allowing me access while his hand moved up and down my side, the other resting on my ass. “Those two weeks were chaos without you, for me and for Harley,” I whispered against his Adam’s apple, causing it to bob as he gently squeezed, making me sit up. 

“Well, have no fear, your knight in flannel is here,” he grinned as I rolled my eyes, pressing my chest against his and slowly reaching up, wrapping the collar of his flannel around my hands as I tugged him forward, our noses pressed together as I smirked. 

“Thank the highest of heavens, I don’t believe I could’ve lasted another week,” I grinned as he pressed forward, his hips pistoned up as I broke our kiss to give him a breathy moan. He smirked, leaning forward and sloppily leaving open mouth kisses on my throat, sucking and biting at my special spot. 

Suddenly, Sam stood making me squeal as he pressed me tighter against him before quickly moving towards our bedroom, I couldn’t hold back the giggles as he quickly threw open our door, and lightly kicked it behind him. My back met the cushion of our bed with a bounce, I grinned up at my husband. 

“Who’s the cutest wife in the world?” Sam leaned down, nibbling at my jaw and throat as I sighed, allowing my eyes to flutter shut. 

“Me.”

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Well, it’s not Part 11, but I hope it’s good! 

Hope you guys enjoyed this! 

"Hey, Uncle D, look!" She'd giggled, as she began to climb onto the hand rail.

"Kiddo, get down from there. You'll hurt yourself." He yelled, not ready to be held responsible when an accident inevitably happened.

"But Uncle D, look what I can do-" her sentence was cut short, as she had somehow lost her grip on the hand rail, and was now plummeting to the concrete ground at an alarmingly quick pace. Though, even surprising himself, Dean ran to catch her, and only just caught her before she hit the ground. She was now sobbing hysterically, as Dean attempted to calm her, whilst she cried into his shirt. He sat her on the table, looking her over to make sure she weren't injured before enveloping her in a hug again. Once she'd calmed down, she sat with Dean on the couch, feeling better in his embrace.

"You really scared me there, Sweetheart. You've gotta be careful in future, yeah?" He sighed, glad his niece hadn't hurt herself, as he wasn't sure if he could forgive himself if something had happened on his watch.

"Sorry Uncle D. Please don't tell daddy." Y/N pleaded, looking up at him with eyes that ever since that day he's never been able to resist.

"Of course not. It'll be our little secret, okay?"

She raised an eyebrow to him, unsure. She held her pinky out, and gestured that he do the same, murmuring the words, "Pinky Promise?"

With a smile, Dean locked his pinky with her much smaller one, muttering back a, "I Promise," before she rested her head into his chest and fell into a slumber.

As he watched her chest slowly rise and fall, he realised how he'd secretly grown to love his niece more than he's sure he's loved anything before. He made a vow that day. That he would protect his niece with his life, as he would protect his brother.

Sam always complimented that Y/N had grown into such a stunning young woman, now at the age of 16, with long curled locks of hair that cascaded down her back, and a acutely framed face that made her just so magnificently beautiful. Though, much to the brothers disappointment, with her age also grew her curiosity.

She would now always have questions whenever the brothers would leave for a few hours, claiming they'd gone shopping for groceries at a plaza a few hours away, and that they'd bring back something awesome. Though, they'd return that night with nothing but a pack of beers and some chocolate from the corner store down the road, and new cuts and bruises that were left unexplained. Sam wasn't stupid, though for as long as he could he ignored Dean's pleas for him let Dean show her how to protect herself from the monsters and demons in the world. However, Sam wanted to shield her from that life for as long as possible, hoping that he could stop her from getting hurt. She'd walked in on an argument of theirs one time, as they disputed on whether or not to tell her.

"What If someone attacks the bunker whilst we're not here, Sam? What if she can't defend herself?" Dean had yelled, looking at his brother with pleading eyes. They'd checked on Y/N before they'd began their dispute, as she had fallen asleep on her bed with her uncle’s music pounding in her ears, and assumed that their argument wouldn't wake her.

"The bunker is safe, Dean. There is angel warding all around, nothing is getting in." Sam attempted to persuade his brother, though he new Dean was right.

"I'm not suggesting we do what dad did. I'm not saying that next time she tells you she's afraid of the dark you hand her a shotgun. I'm saying let's teach her the basics. How to draw a devils trap, how to defend herself from all the crap out there, and any other sigils she may need." Dean pleaded. He understand Sam's need to protect his daughter, but she needed to know how to defend herself if she was going to survive this life.

"No, Dean. What if showing her that makes her think she has to be like us? That she has to be a hunter? I won't have that life for her!" Sam had yelled back, running his hand through his hair in frustration. Y/N had left her room minutes ago, waking up and concerned as she heard her father and uncle arguing. She'd been hiding around the corner, but decided now it was time to speak up.

"Dad? Uncle D? What's happening?" Her voice was clear as she stepped around the corner, coming into view.

Sam cleared his throat, and Dean remained silent. "Go to your room, Y/N."

"No." She shook her hair stubbornly. "Not until you tell me what's going on."

"This is not a debate, Y/N. Go to your room, now." Sam growled, looking at her angrily.

"You can't send me to my room like I'm just some kid, Dad! I'm growing up, I'm not your little girl anymore. You have to start talking to me." She pleaded, as Dean nodded towards Sam.

"It's about time she knew, Sammy."

"Knew what? Dad?" She asked, looking at your father so confused and angry that he wouldn't confide in you.

He stepped towards her, breathing heavily.

"Okay, Y/N. What I'm about to tell you, might sound weird, but I need you to trust me."

"Always, Dad. What is it?"

After they finished explaining, everything seemed to click in her mind. The long hours they were away, and the coverup lies he'd had to tell her.

"Y/N? Baby girl , please say something?" Her father pleaded, as Dean searched her eyes for some understanding.

"I want to help." She murmured.

"What?" Sam questioned.

"I said, I want to help you guys. When you go out on hunts, I want to help."

"No. Absolutely not." Sam shut her down quickly, his voice raising to angry levels.

"Why the hell not? Uncle D can train me, teach me how to fight. Dad you can't seriously expect me to sit here at home all day whilst I know you and D are out there risking your lives." She was gobsmacked, unsure how her father would respond.

"I said no, Y/N And that. Is. Final." Sam said menacingly, his finger pointing towards her.

"I'm sorry, Dad. I wasn't asking." She mumbled quietly. "Uncle D, Tomorrow morning will you teach me some things? Tell me what I can read up on?" Y/N knew Dean couldn't resist her eyes, he'd never been able to, and she squealed with joy when he heaved a small mutter.

"Sure, Princess."

She hugged him tightly, before running back towards her room with a smile on her face, excited that she would finally be able to be useful.

"Sam. I'm sorry, but she needs to be taught."

Sam only grunted in response, walking towards his brother with a scowl. "If anything so much as scratches my little girl I swear to god."

Dean smirked, his arms going up into a surrender.

"You have my word, Sammy. You know I'd never let anything hurt my favourite niece."

Dean headed off towards the weapons room, a smirk on his lips as Sam called after him, "What? She's your only niece!"

Y/N spent what felt like forever training with Dean. He'd taught her every move she could use during combat; even showing her how to use various weapons. Though Sam wouldn't let him show her how use the grenade launcher, because apparently it was 'unnecessary'. Sam had shown his daughter, much to his dislike, how to patch herself up should she find yourself injured and alone, though he swore it would never come to that. However, Sam couldn't protect her from everything.

Then, out of nowhere, comes a hunt. It had taken 2 whole days of Dean persuading his brother that his niece was more than prepared to fight, and that she was becoming an incredible fighter. She'd now had 6 whole months of training, and she’d even managed to flip Dean onto his ass a few times when she practiced with him, though Dean’s ego would never allow him to admit it. So reluctantly, Sam agreed to take you, as it was only a simple hunt, a rogue werewolf who needed to be dealt with. Though, he was incredibly strict with his terms.Y/N was armed with a single shotgun that contained silver bullets, and a pocket knife. Things that she was told only to use in the case of an extreme emergency, which Sam was confident would not occur. If things went south, she was to run for it, go back to the Impala and wait. If Sam or dean weren’t back within the hour, she was to use thespare key Dean had given her to drive back to the bunker. 

As the Impala came to a hault outside the warehouse, which Sam had tracked the werewolf to, Sam turned to his daughter, who was sat excitedly in the back seat.

"You stay behind me at all times. It's just one werewolf, Dean and I will gank it, and then we're out of here. Understand?"

"Yes, Dad. " She rolled her eyes at her father’s overprotective ways, as she attempted to conceal how excited she was to be going on her first hunt.

After grabbing the needed equipment from the trunk, the three made their way into the old building. Dean kicked in the front door, and they made their way through the dark hallways, turning round sharp corners, always ready to attack. Dean’s flashlight was the only source of light, but that only seemed to add to the odd adrenaline rush Y/N was experiencing. Rounding another corner, they heard it before they could see it. The gruesome beast stood on its hind legs across the room, and was feasting on the bloodied remains of what appeared to be a human heart.

It snarled, dropping the heart from its pointed claws, slick with blood, as it stood to its full height, growling at the boys who stood protectively in front of Y/N. Dean raised his gun, yelling out a sort of battle cry, before charging towards the beast, shooting it with the silver bullets, of which the werewolf seemed to have no problem dodging. Sam pulled out his own gun, going to shoot, aiming for its head - only for it to dodge those bullets too. The animal was smart, and soon enough, both Dean and Sam had fired all the bullets they'd brought with them. The wolf went for Dean, grabbing and digging it's nails into him, making his arm bleed profusely before the creature threw him against the wall, knocking him out cold. Sam stood still protectively in front of his daughter, who was shocked by the scene that had unfolded in front of her. Sam remained still as the wolf snarled, baring it's teeth as it prepared to attack. 

"Y/N, you know what I told you to do." Sam whispered, hoping he could at least save his daughter.

"No, Dad. I won't leave you." Her voice shook through her cold and hard faced exterior - because she knew that Sam was weighing out his options, and many of the outcomes ended up with her being the only survivor. The werewolf was much more powerful than anticipated, and with Dean out cold, there wasn't much that could be done.

"I said run!" His angered, harsh tone frightened her, but she was stubborn, he supposed she got that from him. “Please.” He begged. 

That's all he was. A man, who now stood in front of his daughter, shielding her from pain so unimaginable, asking his little girl to run to save herself.

And as much as everything in her told her to stay, to fight , she obeyed.

A sense of relief filled Sam, as he watched his daughter run, now she was out of harms way, what happened to him didn't matter.

"Come at me then, you son of a bitch." Sam exclaimed, as he picked up an rusty metal pole from the floor, just as Dean began to regain consciousness. The werewolf charged towards Sam, knocking him off of his feet, as it climbed on top of him, it’s jaw snapping open and shut in an attempt to get a bite, though Sam only just managed to hold him off by using the metal pole to keep it at arms length. Though Sam knew it wouldn't hold. Suddenly a whistle cut through the thick air, and the werewolf's attention was diverted to its source, Y/N, who stood strong yet incredibly afraid, and had stupidly tried to save her father’s life by diverting the attention to herself. The werewolf left Sam, as it charged straight towards Y/N, bearing it’s teeth. In all honesty, she had no clue what she was doing. It was a death sentence, really. She may have been becoming a skilled fighter, but no way was she naive enough to believe she could fight of a creature like that. As it charged towards her at an alarming speed, she made no attempt to move. She couldn’t outrun it and she couldn’t fight it off. She was petrified, her blood pulsed through her and she felt as though she couldn’t breathe, but she simple glanced to her father, and she supposed that dying so that he could live wouldn’t be so bad. 

 So many things happened all at once. The sound of Sam screaming her name, or perhaps the hurried footsteps of Dean, who'd managed to scramble to and from the Impala since regaining conciousness to grab more silver bullets, or even the burning pain in Y/N’s abdomen, as the werewolf plunged its long talons into her with one swift move.

She gasped, watching helplessly as the werewolf removed is claws, and she stared as her crimson blood dripped from the tips, whilst her body fell heavy to the ground. The sound of a gunshot ran through the air, as the werewolf's body fell heavily a few meters away from her, and she could faintly make out the figure of Dean holding the gun. Sam ran toward her, kneeling at her side, as he took off his plaid jacket and attempted to apply pressure to her bleeding abdomen, though it was difficult, because his mind couldn't comprehend the quick events that had just occurred.

"Y/N?" Sam placed his hand on the side of her face, and she struggled to keep her eyes open to see him leaning over her. "Come on baby, don't leave." He begged and she could tell he was crying, but lacked the energy to make any movement.

She fought to keep her eyes open, looking into his as tears poured from them. "Dad. It hurts."

"I know baby girl, I know. But hey, it'll be okay. Dean! Dean!" Sam looks behind him, to Dean who is stood in shock at the sight of his niece lying so near death in front of him. "Dean! What're you doing? Call Cas!"

Nodding rapidly, Dean begins murmuring to himself, though after numerous tries, there was no sign of the angel.

"Damnit Cas!" Dean cried, his fist colliding with the wall next to him, before he went to kneel next to Sam and his dying niece. Sam was whispering sweet nothings into his daughter’s ear, making empty promises, as his hand gripped her’s tightly. Sam looked hopefully up at his brother, hoping that he'd managed to get Castiel's attention, though Dean could only shake his head.

"He's not coming Sammy."

Sam looked exasperated. Tears cascaded down his stubbly cheeks, and he held his daughter close as he continued to promise her that it was all going to be okay.

"Uncle D?" She whispered, her other hand reaching out for his, needing all the comfort she could get.

"Yeah, I'm here sweetheart." He promises, as Sam looks at him, and Dean can practically hear his heart breaking.

"Promise me you'll take care of Dad." Tears fell down her cheeks. “He’ll blame himself, but, but you can’t let him, okay? This was my decisionand I-” She cut herself off, lacking the energy to continue speaking. She knew things weren't going to get better. This was it for her. But She'd never regret dying if it meant her father could live.

" Hey, hey, It’s okay. I promise darling." He kissed her forehead sweetly, as did Sam, and as Sam begged helplessly for his daughter not to go, her head finally fell to the side, and her hands fell limp, her eyes falling closed as her breathing ceased.

"Y/N? Baby girl? Wake up." Sam took his daughters arms, and shook her gently, as if that would bring her back. "Please, Y/N. You can't leave."

And Dean can do nothing but watch as his heartbroken brother cries over the daughter that deserved so much more than what she got. Sam sat beside his daughter for hours, holding her limp and cold body in his, rocking her back and forth as he sang the song his mother used to sing to him when he was young. Eventually Dean managed to convince Sam that it was time to go.

"Come on, Sammy. We should go now. We can give her a proper hunters funeral, like she deserves." Dean attempted to say, as he touched his brothers shoulder, though Sam shoved him off.

"No." Sam roughly said, as he stood, lifting his daughter into his arms. "We'll bury her. So she can come back to us when she's ready."

"Okay, Sammy. If that's what you want." Dean hated seeing his brother in such a way, and this time there was nothing Dean could do to make it any better. So Dean sat in the drivers seat, taking her to a lovely patch of greenery, where Y/N's favourite childhood spot was for her and Sam to watch the stars, and Sam sat in the back, cradling his dead daughter to his chest, as tears still fell down his cheeks.