#wincestxreader

Oh you got kicked out of places with Sam too. A library, actually. After he fucked you against a shelf in a corner. You had worn a short skirt Dean had bought you the week before, and were looking something up for him on a hunt he was helping some hunter with two towns over. Sam had walked up behind you, pushed up your skirt, moved your panties aside and slid right in once he had a condom on. “Don’t you dare stop reading that.” He told you as he started thrusting. You tried to focus on the words, biting your lip hard trying to keep quiet. You both would have gone unnoticed, until some perv spotted you, and jerked off while he watched. Only he wasn’t careful and got caught. Sam gave him a black eye for getting caught once everyone was outside.

A few times they heard you with someone else in your room, but again, never saw who it was. Though they did play a game of “Guess the Fuck” whenever they hit the bar. Pointing out likely suspects. You would just shake your head every time and laugh.

It never once hit you that you might be someone’s dirty little secret. Let alone both of theirs. You didn’t figure it out until one day you walked into their motel room.

“Feeling any better sweetheart?” Dean asked as you shut the door behind you. You had been sick on and off for about two weeks now. John was sure you had the flu and told the boys to follow with you when you got better.

“We uh… We need to talk.”

“What’s wrong?” Sam asked and closed his laptop.

You stepped up to the table they both sat at, and put something down between them. They both glanced down. “Shit..” Dean picked up the pregnancy test. “Dad’s gonna flip..”

“Yeah.” You said softly.

“Will you finally tell us who you’ve been fucking?” Dean looked up. “Oh god, is he even in this town, or do I need to hunt him down?”

You looked at him confused. “You don’t need to hunt anyone down, Dean..”

“Do you know who it is?”

“I have an idea..”

“Jesus christ.” Dean grumbled. “That’ll be a fun fucking call, won’t it. Hey dad, your little angel is pregnant, and she thinks she might know who’s it is.”

“Don’t be an asshole, Dean.” Sam shot at him.

“Considering it might be yours.” You glared at him..

“What?!” Sam and Dean both looked surprised. Dean looking at you, but Sam at him. “You’re still fucking her!?”

“It can’t be mine…” He mumbled.

“Are you kidding me right now Dean!?” Sam stood up from his chair. “We agreed!”

“It could also be yours.” You looked up at Sam.

“Son of a bitch!” Dean scoffed, looking up at Sam. “So ready to fucking jump down my throat. Anything else you’re keeping from me?”

“Are y- Are you two serious right now?!” You glanced between them. “Neither of you knew!?” You moved back until your legs hit the bed and you dropped down to sit on it.

“How could you do that to me, Dean, you knew how I felt.”

“Me!? What about you!”

You stared at the floor, breath getting heavy while their yelling faded into background noise. “How could you both do that to me…” Tears started to well up in your eyes, you didn’t even know if they heard you. “I can’t believe you would both do that to me, put me in the middle like that for over a year.”

“A year!? You cheated on me for a fucking year!?” Dean growled.

“Like you’re fucking innocent here Dean.” Sam spat back. “One and done. Those were the fucking rules. She got two, each of us once and we agreed that was fucking it!”

“Obviously you didn’t give a shit about the rules when you kept fucking her! Or do they only apply to me so you don’t get fucking jealous? Because that right there, is bullshit Sam, and you know it.”

You shook your head, and got up and walked out without another word. You went to your room, locked the door and curled up in your bed. You glanced over at the second bed that had been John’s when he had been in town. You wished he was there. He’d be pissed about you being pregnant, but he’d comfort you while you cried.

“Winchester curse.” You mumbled before a hand went to your stomach. “I’m sorry.”

You fell asleep crying to the sound of Sam and Dean fighting still. You could make out a good chunk of what they said. They were both swearing they used condoms, and arguing which one of them obviously fucked up. You jolted awake to the door slamming, and the Impala tearing out of the parking lot. You pulled the pillow closer and went back to sleep.

A few hours later, you woke up to banging against the wall. It took you a minute to realize they were fucking, and it sounded almost brutal. In the silence of the room, and them being against the wall between the two rooms, you could make out bits and pieces. “Remember, you’re fucking mine. Only mine.” Sam was reminding Dean. “You try and bring another fucking bar whore here, Dean. I’ll make you fucking regret it, do you hear me?”

“Yes! Fuck!” You heard Dean cry out. You sighed, and rolled over. At least they were working it out. Or so you thought.

They were fighting again the next morning. You didn’t know what about specifically now, and stayed in your room, keeping out of it. You waited for it to stop, but it never did. Not until Dean stormed out again. A few minutes after the Impala was gone, you heard Sam punch the wall and scream out a curse. Pulling on your shoes, you grabbed a sweater and left your room. Your stomach had been growling for at least an hour, and it was getting close to lunchtime. Normally, one of them would bring you food, but you weren’t about to wait for them. Not today.

Walking past the bar, you glanced in the window, and saw Dean. Your heart broke at the sight of him sitting there downing glass after glass of whiskey. You tore your eyes away and kept walking.

It was almost 2pm when there was a knock at your door. You got up and opened it to see Dean. “You need to eat.” He said softly, holding out a bag. He looked so broken. “Sorry I didn’t come sooner…”

“I ate, Dean.” You told him gently. “I went to the diner earlier today. Brought back my leftovers. I figured you two would be too occupied to worry about me.”

“You went out?”

You nodded. “I saw you drinking in the bar.” You took the bag from him and stepped in. “But thank you, it smells really good.” You turned and gave him a soft smile. “Are you two going to be okay?”

“I don’t know.” He admitted softly, stepping inside just enough to lean on the wall. “I really don’t know. We fucked up pretty bad this time. And it doesn’t just affect us.” His green eyes met yours. “I was so fucking careful with you.. I-”

“You both were, Dean. Neither of you ever forgot a condom.. Sometimes it just happens. I’m sorry.”

He shook his head. “I should apologize to you, you’re right, we had no right to put you in the middle like that. Especially not for so long. I just-” He swallowed. “I couldn’t get enough. It was like the first time I was with Sammy, I just needed more. No matter how wrong it was. It felt so good, so right. I’m so sorry. And I don’t think he can forgive me for this. I don’t know if I can forgive him. It’s just so fucked.”

“Give it time, Dean. And try not to yell at each other so much.”

He nodded. “I’ll see ya later, sweetheart. Thanks.” He turned and walked out, only to be met by Sam.

“Is that where you’ve been all day? I won’t let you touch me so you run back to her?”

“Give it a rest, Sam. I brought her fucking food, she’s pregnant and needs to eat.”

“If she was hungry, she could have came to me, I would have taken her to get something.” He shot back.

“Well she fucking didn’t okay, apparently she left the fucking motel and you didn’t even notice! You’re suppose to be watching her. Keeping her safe. Fuck Dad’s going to be pissed as it is.. If something else would have happened-”

“You’re the one who keeps fucking taking off to drink and fuck. Do you think I can’t smell it on you?! Give me a fucking break, Dean. You’re the fucking protector, you’re the one who -”

“Enough!” You yelled at them. “Fuck off, both of you! I don’t need this shit right now.” And with that you slammed the door.

“Way to go, Sammy.” You heard Dean scoff.

“Me!?”

“Yeah you.” You knew Dean was walking away from your door as his voice faded. “We were fucking talking shit out before…”

You dropped into a chair at your table and glanced at your phone. Part of you wanted to call John and beg him to come get you. Or maybe Bobby. You knew he’d take you in in a heartbeat and you could get away from this. Instead, you started looking up clinics in the area as you pulled out the food Dean brought you and started to pick at it.

Two days of bickering. Two days of you on your own because you didn’t feel like listening to them, or having to chose between them so you shut them both out. You had an appointment at the clinic today. You had made up your mind, you knew what you would do and you wanted your brothers there to help you through this. You went to knock on their door, but were met with more arguing. Sighing, you decided not to bother them and headed back to your room. “Guess it’s just you and me..” You mumbled to yourself.

“Hi, I uh- I have an appointment..”

The girl behind the desk looked up and smiled a genuinely sweet smile. “Your name? And how far along are you”

“Y/N, Y/L/N. And I think I’m about 7-8 weeks?”

She typed it into her computer, and a moment later looked up again with a smile. “Have a seat.” She motioned to the nearby chairs. “The doctor will see you shortly, you’re next.”

“Thanks..” You took a deep breath and headed for the chairs. Feeling eyes on you, you glanced up and she was watching you, taking you in for a moment with an expression on her face you couldn’t place.

She looked back at her computer for a moment, looking at who your appointment was with and looked back up at you. “Excuse me?”

“Yeah?” You looked worried.

“Do you not have someone to stay with you during this?” You shook your head. “Would you like me to call someone for you?”

You looked down. “There’s no one to call.”

She was quiet for a moment, making you look up. There was sadness in her eyes. “Uh.. I’m going on my lunch break in a bit. I-If you want, I can sit with you?” You furrowed your brow a bit at that. “I mean, I don’t want to overstep or anything, but you look terrified. And I know why you’re here just by the name of the doctors on your appointment.” She gave you a small smile. “No one should be alone during this. I’ll grab you a bottle of water from the back, and I’ll sit with you if you want. Just to have someone hold your hand.”

You gave her a small nod. “I’d like that, thank you.”

She smiled. “I go on break in about 10 minutes. If you get called in first, just let her know I’ll be joining you. My name’s Willow.” Your eyebrows went up at that, and she chuckled. “My mom liked to think of herself as a bit of a hippie.”

“It’s a nice name.”

You spoke with the doctor, and Willow was with you the whole time. She didn’t say much, she just sat with you. Anytime you felt scared, or overwhelmed, she’d take your hand in hers, and give it a light squeeze and a smile.

Then came the ultrasound. You were nervous, but Willow was still there with a smile. “Thank you, for sitting with me.” You told her as the tech squirted the cool jelly onto your stomach.

She shrugged. “It’s nothing, really. I know how scary it can be. I uh- I went through it myself once.” She gave you a smile. “I didn’t have anyone with me either. And the emotions hit hard after, sometimes they never really go away. But someone there to share in that moment, those emotions, it makes a difference. You don’t feel so alone. I try to do that for someone as much as I can.”

“Ready?” The tech asked, wand in hand.

You took a deep breath and nodded. As soon as you saw it on the screen, you froze. “Is that…”

She took a couple measurements. “You’re about 10 weeks, not 8.” She hit a button, and the heart beat had you tearing up.

You closed your eyes, trying not to cry. “You’re changing your mind, aren’t you?” Willow asked softly, her hand took yours. “I know that look. You can’t do it. It’s okay. If you need more time, we’ll sit and talk, whatever you decide, it’ll be okay.”

Dean banged on your door. “Come on sweetheart, you can’t give me the silent treatment forever.. You need to eat.” He banged again.

“Jesus, Dean. The whole motel can hear you.” Sam shoved Dean out of the way and glanced around before picking the lock.

Dean rolled his eyes, and pushed past Sam as soon as the door was open. “Princess?” He put the bag down on the table. The room was empty, so he went to check the bathroom. “Did she go out on her own again? I told her to stop fucking doing that..” He came back into the main room.

“Dean…..” Sam picked up a paper and key that had been under the bag Dean had put down. Dean grabbed the note out of Sam’s hand.

Dear Sam and Dean,

I'm sorry, but I can't do this anymore. I can't be the wedge between you. I have a clinic appointment today, m y mind is set on what I'll do, but when I went to get you, hoping you would both be there for me, you were too busy arguing.

I left the motel room key, please check me out. I'm hoping by the time you realize you haven't seen me today and pick the lock, I'll be long gone. Just tell dad I took off with some guy or something. I'll reach out to him when I'm ready to.

I promise.

Just let me disappear, Dean. I know how hard that will be for you, but please. I plan on making it hard for you to follow me, so just let me go.

Just let me disappear.

I love you both.

Y/N

“SHIT!” Dean yelled. “SHIT!” He pulled out his phone. “Dad.. It’s Dean. She’s gone. No, I don’t know when, or where.. She’s just fucking gone!” Sam picked up the note, and his heart broke reading it, then he looked up at the panic in Dean’s face. “I’ll find her, Dad. If it’s the last fucking thing I do, I’ll find her.”

When Dean hung up the phone, Sam tossed him the key. “You check her out. I’ll look up every clinic in the area. We’ll split up and find her. She can’t of gone far.”

“Sam, we don’t even know when her appointment was. It’s almost dinner time.”

“Then stop wasting time.” Sam shoved Dean out the door before doing a check of the room, and grabbing the bag of food and heading to their room to grab his laptop.

Dean sighed as he walked into the last clinic he had to check. They had been at it for a while. “Hi, can I help you?” The lady at the desk smiled up at him.

“Yeah, uh, I’m hoping you can. I’m looking for my sister.” he pulled out his phone, and showed her a picture. “She had an appointment at a clinic, I was suppose to take her but she never showed up, and she hasn’t come back home. I’m really worried about her. I’ve been checking every clinic. This is my last stop.”

She looked up from the phone, and looked at Dean. “Your sister?”

Dean nodded. “Yeah. She was pretty scared. Our dad doesn’t know she’s pregnant, and she’s terrified to tell him. She probably would have been scared if she did this alone. I don’t even know if she made it to her appointment. Her name is Y/N Y/L/N. Please, can you just check?”

“I don’t need to…” She told him softly. “She was here.”

Relief flashed over his face. “When!? She hasn’t come back, we have no idea where she is, my brother and I are tearing the town apart. Please, anything you can tell me..”

“I’m sorry.” She gave him an apologetic look. “Policy and all. I can’t tell you much. She did make her appointment. I sat with her. It was around 11:45, and I had my lunch break at that time. She was scared, so I went in with her. She told me she had no one to call.”

“Fuck..” He groaned and looked at his watch. “Can you tell me how long she was here?”

“She left just before 1.”

“Five hours.. She’s been missing for over five fucking hours.” He groaned. “She could be anywhere…”

“I’m sorry I can’t help you more. She was pretty upset when she left. Maybe she just needed some space…”

He nodded, but knew that wasn’t true. “You did a lot. For me and her. Thank you.” She gave him a small smile. He pulled out a card. “If she happens to come back, I know it’s a long shot but.. Please, call me?”

“Of course.” She glanced down at the card as he started for the door. “Wait, you’re FBI?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah.”

She licked her lips. “One sec.” She hurried into a back room and a few minutes later, came out with a two papers. “I shouldn’t do this, I could lose my job. But she was really sweet, and I’d hate for something bad to happen to her.” She slid him the papers. “It’s not much, just a quick assessment of the pregnancy, how far along she is, in case you need that for a missing persons. And the picture.”

“Thank you-”

“Willow.” she smiled.

“Thank you so much, Willow. Seriously, I owe you one.” She gave him a smile as he headed out, looking down at the ultrasound picture.

“Please tell me you had better luck than I did.” Sam was hurrying up the path.

“She was here…” He couldn’t take his eyes off the picture. “She was here, Sammy. Five hours ago. Shit. what do we tell Dad?” He asked as he handed Sam the ultrasound picture and the paper.

Sam looked over the notes, then the picture. “Nothing about this. Not yet. Says she was meeting about an abortion…. Doesn’t say if she went through with it..”

“Fuck, Sam.” Dean wanted to cry thinking of his little sister going through that alone.

“Please, Sammy. Please tell me you got something?”

“Dean, it’s been months.” Sam looked up from his laptop, glancing at Dean who was driving down an empty highway in the middle of the night in the pouring rain.

“She can’t have just fucking vanished, Sam. There has to be some fucking sign of her. We’re hunters, for fuck sake!”

“So was she, Dean. I mean sure, she never worked a case, but we trained her.”

“Yeah, too fucking well.” Dean grumbled with a sigh.

“Look, I’ve checked, births, and deaths.. Her phone still hasn’t come back on and there is nothing in her name, or any of the names of the fake id’s she use to have, which means she got herself a new one. Bobby is swearing he knows nothing, though we both know if she asked him not to tell, he wouldn’t. He loved that girl like his own daughter. And he’d do it just to spite Dad.” Sam licked his lips. “I can’t find a fucking trace of her.”

Dean punched his steering wheel. “Fuck!”

“I’ll keep looking, you know I will.” Sam ran his fingers through Dean’s hair. “For now, we’ll do what we always do. Work the case dad gave us, and keep looking.”

Dean nodded. “It’s been too long though, Sammy.”

“I know, Dean. I know.” His hand ran down Dean’s arm before he was back on his laptop.

Suddenly Dean’s phone rang. “Yeah?” He answered without looking, figuring it was John. He slammed on the brakes without warning, causing Sam to lurch forward and have to brace himself. “Where are you, sweetheart?” Sam looked over at him, just as an alert went off on his laptop, letting him know that your phone had been turned back on. “We’re on our way. Don’t fucking move. I’m coming.” He hung up and U turned, heading back the way he had come.

“Where is she?” Sam asked, the tracking results took a few minutes.

Dean didn’t answer, he licked his lips and dialed John. “We found her, Dad… I don’t give a shit about this fucking case, or your fucking lead. We finally found her… The case can eat my ass. I’m going to see my fucking sister in the hospital.” He growled before hanging up on his father. “Tell me how to get to her, before she turns her phone off again, Sammy.”

Sam nodded, and quickly got directions. A few minutes later, he saw your phone was off again.

You woke up to a commotion out in the hall. A moment later, your door burst open and Dean was there, somehow with panic and relief both etched all over his face. “What happened!? Are you-”

“Shhh.” You cut him off.

“Dean..” Sam hit Dean’s chest with the back of his hand, and motioned to the infant sleeping a foot away from your bed on the opposite side.

You watched Dean’s facial expression change completely. “You kept it…” He breathed out, slowly making his way over. “Can I?”

You nodded. “Just don’t wake her. She only fell asleep about an hour ago.”

“Her..” He smiled. “God, she’s beautiful.” He lifted her up gently. “When did you have her?” He looked up at you.

“I called you as soon as the room was clear and we were left alone.” You gave him a smile.

“Only a day old.” Sam moved closer to look down at her with a smile. “She’s so tiny.. What’s her name?”

“She doesn’t have one yet. I couldn’t find anything that felt right, so I figured, maybe once I saw her, maybe knew who her father was, something would click.” You bit your lip.

“Does that mean you know?” Dean was looking down at the infant that might be his, with so much pride and love on his face.

“Yeah.. I know.” Your voice cracked a little.

“She’s definitely a Winchester.” Sam chuckled. “I can’t tell who she looks more like though, me or Dean. How do you know?”

“They took DNA samples.”

“They don’t have ours, do they?” Dean looked up confused, and saw how you were looking down at your hands in your lap. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

You shook your head. “No, they don’t have yours, but they didn’t need it. They knew right away it was someone closely related to me. Asked if I had known. Of course, I lied.”

“That doesn’t narrow it down..” Dean pointed out.

“It does.. Too many of the same markers.”

“Yeah, and we’re siblings..” Dean pointed out, and glanced at Sam. He could see the gears working in Sam’s head.

“Half siblings.” You told him gently.

With that confession, Sam looked up. “You’re not serious!?”

“What?” Dean looked between you two. “What am I missing here.”

“When were you going to tell me, sweetheart.” You turned towards the deep voice, and were met with John.

You shrugged as your eyes started to water. “I don’t know. I was hoping to not have to. You don’t know how many times I walked into a clinic to abort and walked right back out. I couldn’t do it. I’m sorry Dad.”

Sam shook his head in disbelief. “What?!” Dean demanded.

John stepped in and kissed your forehead before looking at Dean. “Let me hold my daughter, Dean.”

“Dad?” John took the infant from his arms, and Dean looked at you. “Dad!? Are you fucking kidding me!?”

“Please, Dean. Don’t wake her up..”

He clenched his fist, and his jaw before walking out. Sam sighed. “I’ll talk to him. Then I think the three of us need to talk.” You nodded.

“How long?” Dean growled out as you breast fed. John stepped out to get you something to eat  since hospital food sucked.

“Years.” You answered softly.

“Did he-”

“No!” You looked up at him. “No. I promise you that.” He didn’t need to finish the question.  “It just, happened. I can’t even remember how it started. But it was never forced, Dean. They asked the same thing when they came back with those results. I told them I never knew my father, never met him. I didn’t want to lose her.”

Sam watched you from where he sat on the foot of your bed, opposite side of where Dean stood. “Shit… That’s why we’ve never seen who you were with?” Sam asked, and you nodded. “All the detours, you taking up his time so we..”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I’d complain about needing to stretch, he’d ask if I was getting hungry. If I answered just right, he knew what I wanted.” You licked your lips.

Sam let out a scoff. “Cherry pie.” He nodded. “It was always cherry pie. I’m so stupid.”

“Why you never rode with us.. Always dad’s truck?” Dean scoffed ignoring Sam. “Here I thought you just liked spending time with him.”

“I did. I do. It nice seeing him finally relax, cracking jokes, and singing along to the radio, even if I put it on a random pop station.” You smiled. “He’d always find something to sing along to and over exaggerate it just to make me smile.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell us..” Dean shot you a look.

“Like you didn’t tell me about you two?” He sighed, and sat on the bed near your feet. “Or how you didn’t tell each other about me?”

“He’s your dad..” Dean pointed out.

“And your my brothers, Dean. Winchester curse. We’ve all got it.” You glanced down as she unlatched. “I just pray she doesn’t. I’m sorry. I never wanted all this. I never set out with the goal to fuck my family, and give birth to my father’s child. This is hard on me, Dean. I tried t-” Tears welled up in your eyes again cutting you off.

“Just come home.” Sam pleaded. “Please, just come back to us. Let us help. Let us back in.” You didn’t answer him. You weren’t sure if you could. You just stared down at your daughter.

“Willow.” Dean said softly, making you look at him. His eyes were on your daughter. “Call her Willow.”

You smiled at the memory of the sweet girl behind the desk and nodded. “Willow Winchester.” You looked down at her. “Not half bad.” You sniffled.

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You smiled and nodded. “You’re both very different.”

He chuckled. “Yeah. He left you with a few marks?” You nodded. “Your neck?” Your eyes shot up to his. “I can faintly see it if I’m looking for it, hopefully it’ll be gone fully before dad comes back. It’s barely there now though, don’t worry.”

“So what happens now? What do you do after you and Sammy fight?”

“Hit the bar, drink and fuck. Go back, shower.” He shrugged.

You furrowed your brow. “Then why did you bring me with you?” He smirked and went back to his beer without answering.

Dean slammed your back against the wall in the bar bathroom, his mouth on your neck moving over the barely there print of Sam’s hand. “Dean, are yo-”

He pulled you away from the wall and pushed you into a stall, his hands making quick work of your jeans. “Stop worrying.” He told you as he pushed them down your thighs along with your panties. He tapped your inner thigh, and you spread your legs as much as you could with your jeans around your knees. His fingers traced over your slit, and he groaned into your neck. “You’re always so fucking wet for me.”

You gasped as he pushed two fingers in, his thumb moving over your clit. “Oh fuck Dean..” you whined. You were amazed at how well he could work you, like you were an instrument he had mastered years ago. “Dean…” you groaned, your hips moving in time with his hand. He was panting against you neck, practically rutting against your hip building you up fast. “Oh shit, Dean.. I’m-”

He pulled his fingers out right as you hit the edge. “Turn.” You nodded, and turned around as he took a step back and started undoing his jeans. He rolled on a condom before grabbing your hips and pulling them closer. You felt his tip at your entrance and he pushed right in, bottoming out with a groan. “Fuck.. Best pussy I’ve ever had.” You blushed at the compliment. “You’re ruining me, baby.” his kissed at your shoulder as he started to go faster, and harder.

Dean was nothing like he had been last time. Not as gentle, or loving, but no where near as rough as Sam had been with you the day before. He was all desperation, desperate to cum and like a good man, he wasn’t going to leave you behind. You weren’t on edge like you had been, but as soon as his fingers found your clit again, it wasn’t long before he had you there.

“Oh fuck.” You panted, holding on to the top of the stall wall.

“I want you to cum all over my dick baby.” His fingers moved faster. “Milk me for everything I got. You can do that right?”

“Yes, Dean.” You whimpered, your knuckles white as you held. “Oh God.” Your forehead went to the wall, banging against it slightly as he slammed into you.

“Cum for me.” He groaned, giving it everything he had.

Walking back into the motel room behind Dean, Sam glanced up from his laptop and you smiled at him. Dean kissed his cheek before heading right to shower. Sam watched him go, and once the shower started, he spoke. “He fucked in the bathroom at the bar, didn’t he?”

“Is that a problem?” You looked at Sam worried you fucked up again.

Sam shook his head. “No. No it’s what he always does. He always showers right after so I don’t smell the other person on him, and we’re usually good after.”

“Usually?” You dropped into the chair across from him. “Come on, man.” You groaned.

Sam chuckled as he turned back to you. “We’ll be fine after this. He wouldn’t come back until he worked it all out.”

“Ugh.” You threw your head back, and let your arms dangle. “Thank god. I can’t take anymore weirdness between everyone.” Sam laughed, making you smile.

Two days later, John came back. “One room? Come on boys.”

“It was the only one available, it still is, I checked yesterday.” You pouted at him. “And I didn’t want you giving Dean shit if he moved us to a different motel.”

He gave you a nod. “I’ll sleep in the truck tonight, we’ll get out of here tomorrow morning, alright?”

“Yes Sir.” Sam and Dean answered.

“They keep you safe, darling?” John asked.

“They always do, Dad.” You smiled at him. “Safe and well fed. I promise.”

“Good.” He smiled and ruffled your hair a bit, something that both annoyed you, and made you laugh.

You were sitting in John’s truck the next evening, having been driving most of the day. You groaned as you shifted, trying to stretch your legs a bit. “Getting sore, sweetheart?”

“Yeah.” You nodded.

“We’ll make a stop soon.” He promised as he looked out over the open road ahead of him. “I noticed things got better between you and your brothers.” He glanced over for a second. “Care to tell me what happened to cause the rift in the first place?”

You shook your head. “No, it was stupid anyways. Typical sibling crap.” You turned and gave him a smile. “We’ve had them before, Dad. Nothing new.”

“It’s all sorted?”

You nodded. “It is, I promise. And no one got punched in the face this time.” You grinned. Last time you and Dean got in a big fight, you gave him a black eye. John had been both proud, and angry.

He chuckled, and he gave your thigh a pat. “Good girl.” He teased. “Getting hungry?”

You licked your lips and nodded. “Very.”

He glanced at you with a smile. “Alright, we’ll grab a bite and stretch those legs.” He smiled before he grabbed for his phone and dialed Dean.

“Fuck.” Dean groaned. His jeans were undone, and Sam was lazily stroking his cock as he drove. Dean kept his eyes on John’s truck ahead of them, while Sam stayed in his seat, playing it cool knowing that John would be looking back in the rear view from time to time.

Sam smiled and looked over at Dean. “I love it when you try to keep a straight face.”

“Fuck off.” Dean shot him a glare. “Bitch.”

“Jerk.” Sam chuckled. “I can’t wait until we get some alone time again.”

Dean groaned again. “Don’t talk like that, Sammy.” Sam’s grip  tightened, and Dean licked his lower lip before biting it. “Son of a bitch.” His hips jerked up into Sam’s hand making Sam grin. Dean’s phone on the dash started to ring, and Dean grumbled out a curse as he reached for it. “Shit.” He hit accept. “Yeah?”

“You boys head right through to town, get us checked in. Your sister’s hungry and complaining about being in the truck so long, so we’re taking a detour. You boys want anything?”

“No, it’s alright, Sammy and I will grab something in town later.” He glanced over at Sam with a smirk.

“We’ll catch up. See ya in a few hours. Be good, boys.”

“Yes Sir.” Dean answered before hanging up.

“What’s going on?”

“They’re detouring to get some food. Princess has been complaining, and I guess dad is tired of hearing it.” He chuckled. “So we get some alone time.”

“Thank god for sisters.” Sam grinned. “We owe her one.”

Dean watched as John pulled off on an exit heading to some random town. “Fuck do we ever.” He glanced at the truck as they went past. Once it was long gone from his rear view, he glanced at Sam. “You suck my cock now, I’ll suck yours when we get there.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

Sam laughed. “Deal.” He shifted and took Dean in his mouth.

“Oh fuck.” Dean groaned. “God, I love that mouth.” Sam moaned around him, and Dean knew he wouldn’t last too long. His mouth hung open as the car filled with the sounds of Sam’s slurps. He loved it when Sam got sloppy as he sucked him off. His hand went into Sam’s hair, just resting on the top of his head. “So good..” He breathed out.

The boys had enough time to themselves to not only get each other out of their system, and shower, but Dean headed out to grab food. They had just sat down when they heard John’s truck pulling in outside. The door opened, and you grinned at Dean. “Key?” He tossed you the key for the room right next to theirs, and you went and opened the door for John.

“Someone’s in a good mood.” He chuckled before starting to eat. Once your stuff was in the other room, you headed back to their room and tossed yourself on the bed. “Lunch was that good?”

You smiled. “You would have loved the pie, Dean.”

“Good?”

“Probably best in the state.”

“What’s the best in the state?” John asked walking in.

“The pie at lunch.”

“Oh yeah. That was one hell of a cherry pie.”

“And you didn’t bring me any? What the hell?”

John shrugged. “You said you didn’t want anything.”

“That doesn’t apply to pie! That never applies to pie!” You laughed at how insulted he looked.

Sam just shook his head. “I’ll go out later and grab you some pie, Dean.”

“At least one sibling loves me.” He stuck out his tongue at you making you smile and John just shook his head.

“You figure out what we’re hunting here, Sammy?”

Sam froze for a second, he had only just started the research since he had been occupied with Dean. “Uh, It looks like……”

When John left, he insisted that one of the boys bunk with you. Sam said he would, promising to look after you. That night, Sam had you gagged so you couldn’t make too much noise as he fucked you against the far wall. He was more careful not to mark you up this time, saying he didn’t want to chance John seeing a lingering bruise.

When Sam was off doing research at a local college library for John two days later, Dean barged in on your shower. The shower head came down, so he lubed up, slid deep into your ass, then with one hand, held your pussy lips open, and with the other, directed the water pressure onto your clit. You were screaming and shaking against him in no time. Fucking yourself on his cock. And when you felt his load fill you up for the first time, you were begging for more. He had laughed, loving how cum hungry you were.

When John came back, it was back to normal. Sam went back to the room with Dean, and John shared your room until everyone picked up and headed off for the next hunt. Then it was back into the truck for you, and the boys followed in the Impala.

“Wonder why she never rides with us..” Sam wondered one day as he looked at the back of John’s truck while they drove.

Dean shrugged. “She likes dad. They’re friends, I guess. She missed out on a dad the first half of her life, and he’s only around so much now. She knows he can die at anytime on a hunt. Probably just wants time and good memories with him before he’s gone.”

“Well that’s dark.” He glanced at Dean.

“It’s not wrong. She told me once she enjoys being in the truck with him. He relaxes, lets loose a bit. Apparently he cracks jokes, and sings along to the radio.” Dean chuckled. “He wasn’t like that with us, but if he’s like that with her, I’ll take it. She makes him smile. And are you really going to complain about being alone with me in the car?”

Sam smirked. “No.” He reached over and gripped Dean’s thigh.

“Don’t fucking start that again, there’s no guarantee they’ll detour this time.”

“That’s never stopped me before.” His hand ran over Dean’s growing bulge.

“Fuck.” Dean cursed.

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Dean took his time in there, and when he came out in just a towel, you couldn’t help but glance up at him. He hadn’t even bothered to dry off much, water droplets were running down his chest and back. You bit your lip and quickly shifted your eyes away. “Anyone getting hungry?” He asked “I’m starving. We should go grab food soon.” He looked over at you. He was basically just trying to get you to talk to him.

“I need a shower. I smell like dad’s truck.” You mumbled, taking off your headphones and heading for the bathroom and locking the door.

Dean sighed again. “Think she’ll ever talk to me again?”

Sam shrugged. “I’ll go get food. And pie. Maybe it’ll help.” He gave Dean a hopeful smile before pecking his lips and heading out.

“I fucking hope so..” He sighed and sat on the edge of the bed.

You stood under the spray, fingers between your folds and rubbing your clit. You had washed your body fast, knowing you only had so much hot water since Dean had taken a while, but you hoped you had enough to last until you were done. “Fuck.” You whispered to yourself, your hips moving against your hand, and your head back against the tiles. “Come on.” You had no idea how long you had been chasing the release that seemed to never come, but suddenly, the water was ice cold. “SON OF A BITCH!” You yelled jumping out of the tub, and almost falling in the process. “FUCK! DEAN, YOU ASSHOLE!”

When you stepped out of the bathroom, you realized it had only been minutes. Dean was still sitting there in a towel, his hair still wet. “Did you really have to use all the hot water?” You grumbled at him.

He looked up, and just stared for a minute. You stood there, soaking wet, clutching a towel that was just too small around yourself. Your hip poked out on one side as you held it tight to your chest squishing your boobs. “S-Sorry..”

“And you took the only decent sized towel.” You glanced down at it, and realized he was getting hard. Your cheeks flushed, and you bit your lip.

“Come here.” His voice was low, and deep.

“De-”

“I said come here.” As soon as you got close enough, his hands went to your hips and he moved you to stand in front of him. “Let me see you.” When you didn’t move, he  jerked the towel away from your body and let it fall to the floor. “Fuck.” He groaned. He palmed at his growing erection, as his eyes took in every bit of you. “Please…?” His eyes met yours, and he didn’t need a verbal answer, he could see it in your eyes. His mouth quickly latched around a nipple.

“Dean..” You breathed out. He moved his towel aside, and pulled you onto his lap so you were straddling him.

“You were touching yourself in there, weren’t you.” He mumbled as he kissed his way to the other nipple. You nodded with a soft moan. Both his hands gripped your ass tight and he ground you against him. “So fucking wet. Were you thinking of me?”

“Yes..” You moaned.

“Dirty fucking girl.” He grinned and gave your nipple a nip making you yelp.

“Hey Dean, the diner had pecan pie, so I got pecan for you, and -” Sam froze seeing you squirming in Dean’s lap.

Dean’s face left your breast, but the finger on your clit kept working. “Welcome home, Sammy.” He smiled. “Look who’s finally opening up to us.” He looked at you again and kissed you. There was a flash of jealousy in Sam’s face, there always was when he saw Dean kissing someone else. But both you and Dean missed it.

“Should I..?” He glanced back towards the door.

“No. Stay Sammy.” Dean said breaking the kiss. “If you want. I know for a fact she won’t mind. And she’d like it if you joined. Isn’t that right, sweetheart.”

He gave your clit a flick, making you whimper as you answered with a “Mhmm.” and a nod.

“See.” He smiled and looked up at Sam. “You were right, she did want in.”

“Oh shit, Dean.” Your forehead went to his shoulder.

He chuckled before his attention left Sam and went back to you. “Come on, baby. You going to cum for me?” You nodded and whined. “Good girl. Cum for me, then I’ll fuck you good.”

Sam put the food down, and honestly just wanted to leave. Sharing was one thing, and sure sometimes watching was fun too, but you were their sister. And as hypocritical as it was for that to be an issue, it was. What he and Dean had, had always been special. A bond no one else could share with them. Except you. It was too much, but he had agreed it would be okay. He knew if he said something now, Dean would respect it, but things had been so strained with you and he didn’t want to make it worse. “I forgot something, I’ll be right back.”

“Hurry back Sammy.” Dean grinned, just seconds before you cried out and came. As soon as you came down, he had you in a deep passionate kiss. “How do you want me to fuck you, baby? Anything you want.”

“Just make it good, Dean. Really fucking good.”

“It always is with me.” He smiled his shit eating cocky grin.

“Sammy?” You were in your bed facing Sam, and him in his with his back to you. John had been gone for three days now, and Dean left two days ago after a hunter called for help. Sam hadn’t come back that day until long after you and Dean were done, and you could tell he was upset. You had gone outside, and let him and Dean talk it out. Dean leaving to hit the bar not long after, and Sam barely looking at you. And that’s how it had been since. “Sammy, please..”

Sam could hear the sadness in your voice, but he pretended to be asleep. He stared at the wall, not really seeing or thinking anything. Like every night, you’d just roll over and go to sleep. He heard you roll over, and he heard silence. For a bit.

“I’m sorry.” He heard your voice breaking. “I’m sorry I ruined everything. You guys, us… I’m sorry, Sam. It’s okay that you hate me.”

Sam sighed. “I don’t hate you.”

“You don’t talk to me. You barely look at me…” You were holding the pillow tight against you, clinging to it. “You barely talk to Dean. All you had to do was say something, Sam. This is why I didn’t want it. It changed everything. And I hate myself for it.”

Sam knew you were either crying, or trying not to. He rolled onto his back to look over at you. He watched your side rise and fall, heard your quiet sniffle. Getting up, he got into your bed behind you and wrapped his arms around you. “Don’t hate yourself. Please.”

You rolled over in his arms, so you were facing his chest. “I’m sorry, Sammy. I’m so sorry.”

He kissed the top of your head. “Don’t be. I said he could. I could have told him to stop at any time, but I didn’t. And I know you would have respected that too.. I just.. I don’t know.” He buried his face in your hair. “I get jealous sometimes. Its why we have those rules. Why I can veto at any time. It’s never been too big of an issue, Dean and I have a bond no one else has ever come close to having..”

“Because you’re brothers?” You looked up and Sam nodded. “And then there’s me… Not quite the same but.. close.”

“Yeah…” He looked down at you. “Very close. I could see it in his face, he was looking at you different than how he looks at other girls. I couldn’t be here for that.”

“How can I make it up to you Sammy?” He started to protest, but you cut him off before he could get a word out. “I owe you, something, somehow.. Anything, Sam. Please. I know nothing I can do will make up for fucking him. Nothing short of fucking you too, but you already said you didn’t want that. And there’s your rule, only one go. Mine was used on just him.” You cheeks went a bit pink, not that he’d see it in the darkness of the room. “I did hope you’d join, though.” You admitted shyly. “I kind of wanted you more than I wanted Dean. I mean he’s fun and all, but-”

Sam cut you off with a kiss. His large hand cupped your face, the tips of his fingers just going into your hair. Your lips parted slightly, and he dove right in, his tongue tasting every bit it could.

“Sam..” You whispered when the kiss broke. “Your rules..”

His lips pressed to yours for a second. “I’ll talk to Dean. He knows I’m upset, he’ll understand. Me and him will talk it out, and I promise you, things will be back to how they were after. I need this. I’m sorry I was mad at you. Maybe I should have stayed and joined so I wouldn’t feel so jealous.. Maybe this will help.”

“You need to even out the score a bit, huh?”

He looked worried at how you worded it. “Y- Is that okay? It sounds horrible like that…”

You gave him a smile. “It’s fine, Sam. Really. I get it.” You pressed your lips to his to reassure him.

He smiled a bit into it before your mouth opened for him again and he pulled you close. You both laid there kissing for awhile, and you could feel him growing hard against you. “I should let you know now..” He mumbled as he started kissing your jaw. “I don’t fuck like Dean. I’m a bit rougher. If you need me to stop, or slow down-”

“I’m not fragile, Sam.” You moaned softly as he moved down your neck. “You won’t break me. But if it’ll make you feel better, I’ll let you know. Colors good?”

“Mhmm.” He hummed against your neck. “Colors are good. Now get on your hands and knees.”

“Yes, Sir.” You smirked at him as you started to shift.

He growled, and as soon as you were on your knees and bent over, he was behind you, pushing your nightgown up to your armpits, and kissing your back. You wiggled it off as he lowered your panties. You lift your knees one at a time so he could take them off and toss them aside.

You moaned softly as his big rough hands moved gently over your skin. “So soft.” He moaned before giving your right ass cheek a bite. You jumped slightly, and giggled making him smile. Sam loved the feeling of smooth, soft, cool skin under his fingers. There was barely a mark on you since John wouldn’t let you hunt. Part of him wanted to change that. Leave you with a bite, or a small bruise, maybe even a hand print as a show that he was there. He pulled away and raised his hand before bringing it down hard on your ass making you yell out at the sting. He smiled at the large pink print left behind. “So beautiful.” He leaned down and kissed it.

You let out a whine, he was right, he was nothing like Dean. Dean got right to getting you off, making sure you got off at least two or three times before he got one. Sam, Sam liked to drag it out. He liked to handle you, mark you as his, even if it was just for a moment. In that moment you belonged to him and no one else. You had a feeling you would carry bruises for a few days after this. Dean had been careful not to leave you with much in the way of marks, but Sam didn’t seem to care. Neither did you.

You gasped when you felt his tongue lick from your clit up to your ass before dipping into it. “Oh fuck Sam!” Your hips arched back against him. He groaned and you felt a finger against your clit. “Oh shit..” You whimpered.

He ate your ass out to perfection, his fingers never letting up on your clit. Your toes were curling, and you were gripping the sheet under you as nonsensical sounds fell from your lips. And at the perfect moment, his thumb pushed into your soaking wet cunt, and you cried out, clenching around it and screaming his name.

You shook against him and he smiled as he kissed over to your left ass cheek and left another bite to match the one on the right. As you caught your breath, he put his thumb in his mouth and moaned. “You taste good, sweetheart.”

You glanced over your shoulder at him, still panting. “Jesus, Sammy. No one’s ever made me cum like that before.”

He grinned and kissed between your shoulder blades. “Ready for another?”

You let out a whimper. “Fuck yes.”

You felt him shift as he reached down for his bag between the bed and the wall. “You might want to hold on to the headboard.” He chuckled. “I don’t want you hitting your head.”

“Yes, Sir.” You bit your lip and grabbed the headboard with one hand. You heard a condom wrapper open, and then felt his tip at your entrance after he had it on.

“Ready?”

“Oh yeah. Fuck me, Sammy.” He slid in slowly about half way, listening to how you sounded as he did it, then he pulled back. You whined. “Come on, Sam-” He cut you off by slamming in to the hilt and you cried out.

“Be a good girl, and scream for me.” He groaned in your ear as he fucked you with a hard and relentless pace. His fingers on one hand digging into your hip, the other around your throat.

“Sam..” You croaked out, loving every second of this.

Dean came back the next day, and smiled walking in when he saw you and Sam. “Looks like things got better with me gone. Should I be insulted?” He teased. Your smile fell a bit. “What?” He asked confused.

You got up, and grabbed a sweater. “You two need to talk.” You told him gently as you pulled it on. The sweater didn’t do up so you just wrapped it around yourself a bit, more for comfort than warmth. You were worried about how this would go. “I’m sorry, Dean.” You told him softly before walking out. Dean was still in the doorway as you moved and sat on the hood of the Impala.

“Sam, what’s going on?”

“I fucked her, Dean.”

“You what!?” Dean stepped in and kicked the door shut cutting them off from you. You sighed and looked down at your hands. You hoped Sam was right, that Dean would understand. You couldn’t handle Dean being mad at you now.

Your mind raced while you waited. Trying to think up what they’d say, how they’d say it, how Sam would make him understand how he felt and why he went against the rule just this once. “I ruin everything I touch, don’t I?” You mumbled to yourself. It felt like it had been an eternity of waiting. Maybe they were fucking it out. You knew that was the Winchester way of dealing with things. Booze and sex.

Then the door opened, and Dean shot you a glare. “Get the fuck off my car.” He growled.

“Sorry.” You hopped down, and shied away from him. You played with the hem of your sleeve as you started to walk away.

“Get in.” He told you as he opened the driver side door. You turned and looked confused. “Get. In.”

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A tear ran down your cheek as you sealed the envelope with the letter and  photo inside. “You okay, sweetheart?”

You looked up at Dean and nodded. Putting the envelope down, you sniffled and wiped your cheeks. “I’m good.”

“What are you writing?”

“Just a thank you.” You smiled at him. “Sam holding Willow again?”

Dean chuckled and nodded. “Yeah. He’s so in love with her. I put her down, and the second she made a tiny sound, he had her in his arms.”

“Dad back yet?” Dean shook his head. “It’s been a few days..”

“Yeah.” He sighed. “I’m going to go look for him if we don’t hear from him by tomorrow. Bobby was planning on coming up to meet her, so.. You’ll have him for a few days if we need to go.”

You nodded, and he kissed your forehead and started to leave the room. “Dean?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

You bit your bottom lip. “Can you- Can you mail this for me?”

You held up the envelope, and he took it. He glanced at who it was being mailed to, and smiled. “Yeah, sweetheart. I’ll do that for you.”

“Thanks Dean.”

You watched him leave the kitchen, and then you glanced out the back into the yard. Sighing after a moment, you got up, and started unpacking again. When they had asked you to come home, they had meant it. So much so, that the three of them got you a home. A home for you and your daughter, and a home for the boys to come home to.

It was all John had ever wanted for his kids.

A place to call home.

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