A/N : Another super old flash fic, Originally posted April 4th 2016.
The last thing you remember was being on the ground, barely breathing, your insides on the outsides. Dean hovered over you crying. Then it all went dark…
You opened your eyes, it was too bright. You put a hand over your eyes to try and block some light out. You turned to the side and saw someone sitting there reading. You sat up slightly, squinting into the light. “.. Chuck.. is that.. you?” He smiled and put the book down. “I thought I was..”
“Dead?” he cut you off. You nodded. “You were.”
“And.. now?”
The bunker was quiet. But your feet brought you to the library. You smiled as you watched them work.
“Y/N!!??” They got up and ran to you.
“But.. you were dead!? We gave you a hunters funeral.. how..?” Sam was confused, Dean didn’t care.
You smiled. And behind you, were beautiful white wings.
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Pairing : Weapons!Winchesters x Meister!Reader. John Winchester. Black Star x Tsubaki, Mifune, Witch Angela.
Word count : 1,682
Warnings : Sam and Dean fighting as always. Reader gets fed up. Canon fight scene.
Part 5 in The Demon Weapons Winchester.
You had a few options for which job you would take. You let the boys choose, hoping it would help them bond and work better together. You had even walked away, not caring about what it was until it was decided. You’d do whatever it takes to make this work.
But that had proved to be a bad idea.
They had picked the hardest on the board in their ranking. When you called Lord Death to try and get him to veto their idiotic idea, he mentioned that it might be good for them. It would force them to really work together, plus, with three of you, it might be easier. And, it would balance them out and they’d have nothing to complain about.
You didn’t like it. It was Al Capone.
And with Al Capone, came his whole crew. 98 others.
“We’re going to die.” You mumbled to yourself, heading to the hideout.
Unfortunately, or rather fortunately, you found the hideout empty. And that had been where it all went to shit.
At first, they were talking. Excited for this job. But then it turned. Quickly. You had gotten word on where they had gone. They were after a particular witch named Angela, and the boys were set a twitter about it. 99 Kishin eggs and a witches soul, all in one place. It was the motherlode.
You had to admit, it was a once in a lifetime opportunity for anyone. So you could only imagine how this felt to them.
But that’s when they got to arguing. And you were beyond tired of it.
“Wait, how are we splitting this?” Sam looked to his big brother as they walked a few paces behind you.
“I get 98, you get 1.”
“Why the hell do I only get 1?” You could hear the annoyance and frustration with his brother coming in already.
“I only need 98, I already have 1, so you get the other 1. And I get the witches soul because I need it and we don’t want to waste it.”
“So why don’t I get 99 and the witches soul?”
“Because then I get nothing. Idiot.” Dean looked at his brother like it was the most obvious thing.
“Dean, you’re not being fair again.”
“Look, I don’t make the rules, kid, okay?”
“Don’t call me kid.” Sam growled.
“Don’t act like one.” Dean snapped. You rolled your eyes and hung your head, trying to will them to just shut up for once.
“You aren’t in charge, Dean! You can’t just take over everything!”
“I’m older.” He smirked. “Respect your elders.”
“Respect this!”
“Shut up!” You turned and yelled at them, and they froze just as Sam was about to shove Dean. “Jesus Christ, I can’t even hear myself think!”
“But he-”
“Shut up, Sam. Please.” Your face went into your hands. “Dean gets 49, Sam gets 50.”
“Why does he get more?” Dean pointed to Sam. “Just because he whined like a little b-”
“Because you have one.” You growled. “You’ll both have 50 and you can both shut the hell up for five god damned minutes.”
“What about the witches soul….” Dean asked quietly.
“No one gets it.”
“What!?” They both yelled.
“Do you really think either of you is ready to be a Death Weapon? Really? You really think you can work with Lord Death?” You shot them a look and shook your head. “You can’t even work with me, you can’t even work together.”
“I can.” Sam pointed out.
“No, you can’t. I think our last mission proved that.” You reminded him.
“I still think I should get the witches soul.” Dean shrugged.
“You know what? I’m done.” You started walking back down the way you had come, going past them. “Figure it out yourselves.”
“But-” Sam looked to his brother then you, stunned. “We need a meister.”
“Do it your damned selves, I don’t care.”
“Sweetheart-”
“Don’t you sweetheart me, Dean Winchester.” You spun and pointed a finger at him. “You want it your way, take it. You be the fucking meister. Or, Sam can be. You can switch who’s the weapon and who’s not. Hell, make it a free for all, eat what you kill. Just keep. Me. out of it.” You stormed off.
“Where are you going!?” Sam took a few steps after you.
“Home!” You yelled back, giving them the finger.
“Way to piss her off.” Dean mumbled and continued up the road.
“Me!?”
“Yeah, you.”
Sam hurried to catch up with his brother. “Where are you going?”
“To do our job.” He rolled his eyes. “We’re doing what she said. We’ll take turns, eat what we kill.” He shrugged.
“Yeah, I guess that could work.. When do we change? We need clear rules, or you’ll go out of your way to stay in weapon form to get all the kills.” Sam nudged him.
“Every 6 shots? Hit or miss. Unless we get in a tight fix and need a change up. Besides, think I want your sweaty little nerd hands holding me?” He shot his brother a look of disgust.
“My hands? Dean, I shared a room with you, I know where your hands have been when you think I’m sleeping.”
When they arrived at the witch Angela’s castle, they were stunned by what they found. Kishin souls littered what they figured was a court yard of sorts. Guns that had been dropped to the ground, and a cigar still lit and smoking. “What the hell happened?” Dean muttered to himself.
“Them.” Sam pointed to the two who stood in the middle of the chaos. ‘Keep out’ yellow warning tape and swords surrounded them as they squared off.
“Black Star.” Dean shook his head. “No way that idiot killed them all himself..”
“You know him?” Sam looked to his brother.
“How do you not?” Dean shot him a look before his eyes were back on the two men squaring off.
Suddenly, all color seemed to fade from Black Star, and he started to go brown. His skin and clothes began to flake off and fly away in a breeze, revealing someone else.
“Tsubaki.” Dean breathed out. “She is amazing.”
“We call this one, the Shadow Star.” Her voice filled the courtyard.
“What?” The man in front of her looked confused and started to turn, just as the real Black Star seemed to appear behind him. His eyes went wide.
“Finishing Strike!” Black Star yelled out. “Black Star Big Wave!!” His feet planted on the ground, and his fists struck the man in the back. Suddenly, there was an electric pulse surrounding them, Sam and Dean’s eyes went wide as they watched lightning seem to move through the man from Black Stars fists, and up to the sky. “I am a star. You lose.” Black Star twisted his fists, and suddenly the man was flying through the air, slamming against a large bounder and dropping to the ground in a heap.
“Jesus…” Sam was shocked.
“He’s an idiot, but you don’t want to get on his bad side when he gets serious.” Dean muttered to his brother.
“Yeah, I can see that..” They watched quietly as they talked, and eventually Tsubaki Transformed. “She’s a chain scythe?” Dean nodded.
Suddenly, there was a loud shriek. “Stop it! No!” the brothers looked up to see a little girl dropping down on Black Star and Tsubaki. “Bad man don’t hurt Mifune!” She covered the fallen warriors body with her own.
“That’s the witch? Dean, she’s like what.. 4? 5?”
Dean shushed his brother, watching as the little witch punched at Black Star calling him a Jerk. When it seemed to make no impact, she picked up one of the many swords that surrounded them, and did her best to hold on tight. It was too heavy, and slowly fell forward, hitting Black Star in the head. Dean couldn’t help but chuckle as the little tap to the head cause blood to pour forth. “Idiot.” He smiled.
Deciding it wasn’t worth the effort, Black star started to walk away. “Dean..”
“If he’s leaving them, we can scavenge them.” Dean pointed out. “Even without the witch, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity for us.” Dean pointed out looking at his brother. “50/50. Well, 49/50. I promise.” Sam smiled and nodded.
But before they could really react, the souls were being collected. “Guess not.” Sam watched as they were bagged instead of eaten. “Is he really just going to hand them in?”
Dean sighed. “I guess. Come on. We better get home and start groveling..”
As you walked home, you ran into John. “Hey, thought you had a mission? Where are the boys?” He looked around.
“Don’t know. Don’t care.”
“You okay, sweetheart?”
You sighed and shook your head. “I don’t know.” You were quiet for a minute, eyes on the ground. “John?”
“Yeah?” He furrowed his brow at the look on your face when you looked up at him.
“Should I just give up?”
“No.” He knew that look, he had seen that look before. Your mother once gave him the same look. It was the last look she gave him as his Meister. “No, sweetheart. I know they’re stubborn as hell, but trust me. You’re doing them more good than they care to admit.” He gave you a small reassuring smile.
“I wish my mom was alive.” You told him quietly. “She always said my dad was stubborn.. I wish I could ask her how she dealt with it.” You slowly started to walk away.
“Hey.” his hand went to your shoulder to stop you. “You want to get a drink? Or something to eat? Get your mind off it all for a bit?”
You shook your head. “No thanks, John.. I just want to go home.”
John let you go and watched as you slowly walked away, head down and hands in your pockets. With a sigh, he realized he was going to have to have a talk with his boys, again. And maybe he’d have to have a talk with you too.
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Pairing : Weapons!Winchesters x Meister!Reader.
Word count : 1,114
Warnings : Stubborn Dean.
Part 2 in The Demon Weapons Winchester.
“Dean?” He wasn’t answering, and was jamming up “Dean!”
Sam started running, and changed. “Y/N!” You grabbed hold of him and fired a few shots and got all the targets, but just barely before they reached you. “Come on, Dean. I already did this course ten times over, it’s your turn.”
You took a deep breath, bent over for a moment, hands and guns on your knees. Suddenly, there was a pain in your right hand. “Ow!” Your hand shot out, letting go of Dean, who transformed back and walked away. “Dean!” He didn’t answer as he simply left. You sighed and Sam transformed as well, as their father came in.
“We told you he’d be difficult, sweetheart. It’s been two weeks. Its time-”
“No.” You shook your head, eyes on the door Dean had walked out of. “I’m not giving up on him.”
John chuckled. “And they say Winchester’s are stubborn.” He shook his head. “We can’t let you out there until he works with you. You and Sammy-”
“Sam.” He corrected.
“The two of you could get out there, start collecting-”
“I’m not going out there without Dean.” You walked away, frustrated.
“What are we going to do, Dad?”
“I’ll talk to Lord Death. You talk to that bullheaded brother of yours.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Why are we doing this?” Dean grumbled, bringing a box up the stairs to the apartment that you lived in. “Since when can we live on our own? Since when do you even trust me to?”
“You have a meister now, Dean. You’re in the EAT program, you have the right to an apartment, and you can finally ride that motorcycle of yours around town.” Dean when to open his mouth. “Without you getting in trouble.” Dean rolled his eyes. “Besides, Lord Death and I agreed this might be what you need to finally get the stick out of your ass and stop fighting her.”
“Maybe I don’t want to. When will she just give up?”
“Listen, boy.” John stopped his son just outside the door. “I don’t know what your problem is, Dean, but that girl is giving you a shot. Take it.”
Dean rolled his eyes just as Sam came up behind them. “I got it.” Sam said, and put down the bag he was carrying and opened the door. Dean kicked it further open, John growling at him as it hit the wall. Sam just shook his head and followed his brother in.
“Welcome, guys. Rooms are over there.” you smiled from where you stood in the dining area. “It’s not much.. But it’s home. I hope you like it.”
“Whatever.” Dean mumbled, moving past to where you had pointed to and your smile faded. Sam just rolled his eyes at his brother as he followed.
“You made lunch?” John stopped, boxes in hand and looked over the table.
“It’s nothing special.” You looked at the sandwiches already on the table and the places all set neatly for everyone. “Just soup, sandwiches, and I bought a pie for desert. I’m still learning to cook, so I’m not even sure if the soup is good-.”
He smiled. “It’ll be perfect.” You blushed softly and nodded a thanks as Sam called out. “Right. Better get these boys moved in.”
“Do you need help?” You asked as he started towards the boys rooms.
“No.” Dean growled as he headed back past you and out.
“Oh.. Okay.. I’ll.. keep my eye on the soup then.” You bit your bottom lip and headed back into the kitchen.
“Jerk.” Sam shot at his brother, as he caught up.
“Bitch.”
“Boys!”
Opening your eyes, you looked at the time. It was barely 3am. You could hear a noise from outside your room and got scared. You silently got out of bed, and moved towards your desk. Unplugging the lamp, you gripped it tight in both hands and moved towards the door. Taking a deep breath, you eased it open and stepped out, following the sound.
“If you’re going to beat me with that, hurry up and get it over with.” You froze realizing it was Dean sitting on the couch and watching tv.
“Sorry..” you apologized softly and put the lamp down. “Guess I'm not use to someone else being here.. Can't sleep?”
“Does it matter?” he mumbled, eyes still on the tv.
“What are you watching?” You moved closer and he shrugged in response. “Mind if I join you?”
“It’s your house.”
You sighed and dropped to sit next to him. “It’s yours too, Dean.” You were looking at your hands in your lap, hoping he would just look at you, anything. But he didn’t. It was an awkward silence for a few minutes. “Why do you hate me?” You looked up at him.
He took in a deep breath, trying not to roll his eyes. “Why do you want me? I was fine on my damn own. If you didn’t want to get paired with Sam-”
“What?” You looked at him genuinely confused. “Dean, you’re amazing. I just know you are.” He looked at you. “I mean sure, Sam is calm, and calculating, always in control. But you.” You smiled. “You’re wildfire, Dean. And smart, I can see it, you calculate every move before you make it. I don’t know why you keep fighting every meister who tries, but if you would let someone in, you’d be a death weapon in no time. I don’t understand how you aren’t already. You could be so much more powerful than your dad if you wanted.”
“Since when do you believe in me? Why me? Why the sudden interest?”
“It’s not sudden.” You blushed looking away from him and down at your hands again. “I-I’ve been wanting to ask you to be my weapon for a while. I… I just didn’t think you’d agree. You fight everyone. I just saw a chance to try, and I took it. If you really don't want me as a meister…”
He watched you for a minute. “You hold me wrong.” You looked up, and he sighed. “I ignored you and jammed because you were holding me wrong. I hate being held like that. I hate being held period, but especially like that.”
You smiled softly, your eyes lighting up. “Show me. Teach me. Please. I know how Sam works, he’s so simple to figure out, but you.. God I can’t figure you out.. Please, let me learn.”
“I’ll think about it. Now shut up and watch the damn movie. It’s a good one.”
“I thought you didn’t know what you were watching?” You teased and looked at the screen. “A western?”
“I said shut up.”
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Dean - @evyiione @soythedemonqueen @deanandsamsbitch @akshi8278 @haelyn @aubreystilinski
Pairing : Winchesters, Reader. Cas, Mentions of others, and Daddy comes home.
Word count : 1,425
A/N : NOTE THIS IS AN UNFINISHED SERIES! I’m not sure when or if it will be finished. I wrote this a long ass time ago.
Part 2 in Your fathers daughter.
Sighing you dropped into a chair in the war room. Sam came in behind you "You alright?"
You shook your head. "I'm tired of this Sam." You looked up at him. "I'm glad it's over. I was brought here to help, I barely did that. But she's gone. So is Chuck, and I'm still here. Why? I want to go home, Sam. I miss my kid. I miss my spouse. I just want to go home."
Dean sighed from the doorway. It was over, in a sense. The Darkness had been dealt with, though not how it had been planned. You had kept up a strong front the whole time. Playing your part like a good little soldier, even though you were far from it. You were a mom for Christ sake, yet here you were, still playing soldier to help them after months. He watched as you sighed one last time before getting up and heading to your room.
"I'm worried about her." Sam said softly, after hearing the sound of your door echo towards them.
"Me too Sammy. Me too."
You sat on the edge of your bed. It had been months. You felt bad, the boys were dealing with their mother coming back from the dead and leaving again. Sam seemed alright, but you could see right through Dean. He was keeping a brave face for you, and you were putting one on for him. It was a vicious cycle, both of you exhausted by the end of the day.
If Amara could bring Mary back for Dean, why couldn't Chuck send you back? Or at least bring your family to you. You were starting to resent him. When you let it be known, it had started an argument of sorts with Cas.
"We still need you, I do not think you were ever meant to leave here, this is your home."
"That is my home Cas!"
He shook his head. "This is. This is where you were born, where you belong. And we still need you. We need your help with Lucifer.. Maybe-"
"Then he could have brought them to me." you ground out before storming off.
You felt bad for getting mad at him. He was right, it turned out you inherited much from your father, not just his wings. They did need you. It was the only reason you were still at the bunker.
Months of research seemed to get you no closer to home. Sam had told you about how Balthazar had got them to an alternate universe, but he didn't know if it had been yours, or if yours was the only other one. There were no guarantees, but they were willing to send you through if you wanted. No matter how much they needed your help, they would do that for you.
Dean had told you about how his grandfather had jumped through time. Maybe the men of letters had something buried they hadn't come across yet. You poured through every spell you could get your hands on in the bunker, and more you found researching elsewhere. Nothing you found could guarantee where you ended up. And without a sure thing, you wouldn't leave knowing they needed you. You didn't want to spend your life hopping from place to place, searching, knowing you could end up back here and find them dead.
Sighing, you laid on our side, curling up your legs. You just needed some rest.
You woke up, realizing you were moving. "Wha-"
"Time to eat." Came Sam's deep voice from above you.
You looked up, realizing he was carrying you up the hall in his arms. "You could have just woken me up, you know." You chuckled.
You felt his chest rumble with his own chuckle. "I figured the smell would wake you up just fine."
You furrowed your brows, but as you got closer to the kitchen, you could smell it. Dean was cooking. Not only was Dean cooking, but he was making your favourite. Your mouth started to water, and Sam laughed as he headed in. Dean turned, a soft smile on his face. "Good nap, sweetheart?"
You nodded and Sam finally put you down. "Thanks guys."
"Anything for our girl." Dean smiled and motioned for you to sit. All this was as much for Dean as it was for you, even though he wouldn't admit it. You gave him a soft smile as you sat down.
After a meal of epic proportions, Dean went all out, Sam insisted on a movie, beers and junk food. Anything to keep you from shutting yourself in your room for a bit. Anything to see you smile for a minute longer. It worked, it always did.
Sam smiled at his brother over your head as you all sat around laughing at the movie on the screen. They didn't just need your help with Lucifer, they needed you, period. You helped hold them together when Dean started to crack after Mary walked out the door. Dean was so focused on you when you were around, he forgot about his own pain. He was glad you hadn't chosen to go through with the spell without any guarantees. He didn't think Dean could stand to lose you too. Hell, he didn't think he could either if he was honest. Gabriel's daughter or not, they loved you like family.
When the movie was over, you kissed them both on the cheek saying good night, and thanking them again for tonight. You stopped in the kitchen for a bottle of water before heading to your room. You heard Dean make his way past first, and figured Sam was cleaning up.
As you got into your room, you left your door open, and put the water bottle down on the night stand before getting on your knees on the side of the bed. Letting out a sigh, you closed your eyes.
"Please, Chuck. I pray every night hoping you can hear me. I just want my family. If you won't send me back, bring them to me." Tears ran down your cheek, as they did every night. "Even you couldn't live without family, Chuck. Please don't do this to me. I just want my family.. Please." You started to sob as your face went into the soft blanket on your bed and your shoulders shook.
Sam's heart broke as he stood in your door way. He sighed and headed for Dean's room. "Praying again?" Dean asked when he heard Sam.
"She's breaking, Dean. She's getting worse." He looked at his brother, sadness written all over his face. "I'm looking everywhere. Every night, anything that could get her back to them."
"I swear, when I see him," Dean ground out. "I'll kick his ass. I'll beat the shit out of him. I don't care how much we need her here. Who the fuck does that douche bag think he is just walking away from her like that."
"God, Dean." Sam sighed. "I don't know what to do here." He licked his lips. "We're doing everything to hold her together. What more can we do? You call on Cas, he comes running. She begs and prays for Chuck, and nothing. Cas have any idea where he is?"
Dean shook his head. "No. But he's also busy hunting Lucifer.." Dean shrugged.
"I just want my family." You sobbed again, hoping beyond hope that he'd finally hear you. Finally grant you your one wish in the world. Little did you know, he had. And he did, though not how you expected.
"Hey Sugar. Wow, you've grown up."
You gave a start, pushing away from the bed and to your feet. You stared at the man suddenly in you room. His golden eyes watching you with some much love. "DEAN!" You screamed. "SAMMY!"
You heard their feet come running up the hall, and the man chuckled softly. "You really got close to Bevis and Butthead didn't you." He smiled.
"Gabe!?" Came Sam's shocked voice as the came in the door, guns drawn.
You looked from them, to the man who had appeared. "In the flesh." He smiled. "Dad heard her crying out for family. He's not sure where she was plucked from exactly, we hid her pretty well, and to be honest, I don't even remember which universe it was. Balty might though." He turned back to you.
"You're.." Your voice trailed off as his wings came into view.
"Daddy's home, sweet cheeks." He grinned. "Now let me see those wings."
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Tagging : Your fathers daughter - @18crazybutcutealsopsycho
Pairing : Winchesters x reader, Dean x reader. Sam.
Word count : 826
Warnings : Just read and enjoy.
Final part of Growing up Winchester.
It was late when Dean opened the door, and quietly placed the bag down in the dark room. “I’m sorry.” Dean looked up to where you sat in the middle of the bed. Sam snored softly in the other one. “I’m so sorry, Dean.”
“Sorry for not telling me that’s where you went?” He moved to grab a beer then sat at the table near the foot of the bed. “Or sorry for not telling me that you’re in love with my brother?”
“I couldn’t tell you. He doesn’t want anyone knowing he checks in on him. He’s so proud of him, Dean, and he doesn’t want Sam to know. It’s Sam’s anger at your dad that pushes him. He doesn’t want to ruin that, he wants this for him. He wants to tell him himself when Sam’s done. When he has the life he always wanted.”
“So that’s what you’re sorry for, for keeping my dad’s secret?”
“I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry it feels like I ruined us. You knew, Dean. The only person who never seem to notice my feelings for Sam was me. Not until it was too late.” You looked down at your hands, your fingers picking at the skin around your nails.
“I knew you had a crush on him when you were like 10.”
“I had a crush on you when I was 10.” You looked up at him. “Remember when you babysat me, and you had that date? I was so jealous.” You shook your head. “Sam called it. Gave me shit because I wasn’t focusing on my work.” You sighed. “But you were so much older than me back then. It’s not so much now, but 6 years when you’re 10, it’s a lot, Dean. I never thought I’d get it. I had a crush on Sam on and off, I won’t lie about that. You spend your whole life being told you’ll be with someone, you’re bound to see why.”
Dean watched as you wiped off your cheek. “And now?”
“I love you.” You sniffled. “I was broken when Sam left, I was shattered when I saw her-”
Dean nodded. “Jess.”
“You saw her too?”
Dean nodded again. “Met her.”
You nodded quietly. “You were always there. Every good memory I have starts with Dean Winchester.” You looked up at him again. “I realized that while you held me and let me cry it out, not even knowing why I cried. You never cared why, you just always made it better. I am who I am because of you. You taught me everything. Except biology, though I suppose in your own weird way, you did that too.” You teased, making him smile softly. “I love you. I’ll never stop loving you.”
Dean put the beer bottle on the table with a sigh. “Come here, baby.” You hurried out of the bed, practically throwing yourself into his arms as he pulled you onto his lap. Your face went into his neck as you cried. “I love you too.”
“Don’t..” You pulled away, looking at him. “Don’t tell me just because I want to hear it.” Dean had never said those words to you. To anyone. But you never needed him to. As much as you would have loved to hear it, he never needed to say the words, you never doubted how he felt about you.
He smiled and kissed you softly. “I love you. I should have told you months ago.”
You closed your eyes, your forehead resting on his. “You are the best thing that ever happened to me, Dean. I’m sorry.”
You felt his thumb brush away the tears on your cheek. “I’m not going anywhere, baby. No matter how in love with my brother you are.” He teased, and chuckled when your eyes flew open.
“Asshole.” You muttered, giving his shoulder a playful shove.
He laughed, and it was music to your ears. “Come on, join me in the shower. I snuck back and got your shit for you so you can put some damn pants on.”
“Don’t like the idea of me half naked around Sammy? Dean, we use to bathe together as kids. He’s seen it all.”
“Yeah, but now you’re mine.” He gripped your ass and kissed you hard. You smiled into it. “Oh, and I got something for you while you were away. I almost forgot.”
“Yeah?” You were a bit breathless after that kiss.
He nodded, and reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small box. You looked at it, then back up at him with eyes wide with shock. “Open it.” He grinned.
Your arms left his shoulders and you sat back on his legs so you could take the box and hold it between you. “Dean..” you opened it gently and gasped. Looking up to meet his eyes again, you couldn’t will out the words.
“What do you say?”
“Yes.” You breathed out.
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A/N : I wrote this totally for me. Bits and pieces of me are in here. It’s one of those shower ideas I have.
Part 1 in Your fathers daughter.
You were enjoying the spray of the hot water. You were already washed and everything, and just enjoy the rest of the hot water while it lasted. Everyone was asleep, and that was the best time to just enjoy a shower. No kid needing to pee every 5 minutes, and the hot water tank was full again by then because dishes, and everyone else’s showers were already done.
You let out a sigh and tilted your head back. Suddenly there was no water hitting you. Furrowing your brows you opened your eyes, and saw a high ceiling. “What the-” You mumbled. This wasn’t your bathroom. The white tiled wall was gone and replaced with open space. Looking around, you noticed you were in a library. And there were two men sitting at a near by table. One, short hair with his back to you. The other, longer hair and facing you, but he was occupied with his laptop. “Uhm..” You said a bit louder, crossing your legs to hide yourself, and covering as much of your breasts as you could with your arms.
The longer haired one looked up, and his eyes went wide. “Uh… Dean?”
The other looked up at the man in front of him, then turned to you. “Oh shit. It’s not Christmas is it?” He teased with a smirk. Then he seemed to realize you were a stranger and his expression changed. “How’d you get in here.” His voice was hard.
“Uhm.. Can uh. Can someone grab me a towel?” You looked down, and there was a puddle forming at your feet. They just stared at you for a bit. “Please? Kinda naked here.”
“Oh, right. Hang on.” The long haired guy stood up and moved past you out of the room. The other man, Dean, just seemed to stare at you while you chewed your bottom lip and waited for a towel. “Here.” He gave you a shy smile as he held out a towel, and turned away so you cold wrap yourself.
“Uhm. Where am I?” You asked as you got the towel wrapped snugly around you. “And how the hell did I get here?”
“That’s what I’d like to know.” Dean watched you, now that you were covered.
“I’m Sam. This is my brother Dean.” He gave you a smile. “You have no idea how you got here?” You shook your head. “What do you remember?”
“I remember being in the shower, obviously.” You motioned to your wet self and started moving around the room. You figured maybe looking at the books could help keep the panic from settling in completely. “I closed my eyes, leaned my head back to enjoy the hot water, only suddenly the water was gone, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that.” You pointed to the ceiling. “How the hell will I explain this to my family…”
“Do you remember anything strange before this happened? Sounds, smells, people..”
You looked over at him. “I’m a stay at home mom and the only female in the house. Strange smells are a constant.” You gave him a small smile.
“You’re pretty calm for a mom ripped away from her family.” Dean said with narrowed eyes.
“Is panicking and losing my shit going to help at all? I mean, I’m obviously not in Kansas anymore.” You furrowed your brows at the title of one of the books. What kind of books were these?
“Actually. Lebanon.”
You turned to Sam. “What? Where?”
“Lebanon. Kansas.”
You started at him, then his brother. “Kansas? I’m in the fucking States?”
“That is where Kansas has always been..” Dean said sarcastically.
“Son of a bitch.” You groaned. “There goes my healthcare.” They stared at you confused. “I’m not American. And since I was in the shower, I don’t even have ID on me, let alone my passport. Fuck.”
“Uhm, how about I get you some clothes? Since we don’t know what happened, we don’t know how long you’ll be here.” Sam pointed out. “Uh, sweats and a shirt okay?”
You nodded, and he wandered off. When he came back, he put some clothes down on the table. “We don’t exactly have women’s clothes lying around..”
You turned and gave him a smile. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Dude, those are my sweats, what the hell Sam?”
“Dean, I’m well over a foot taller then her. She’ll fit better in yours.”
Dean rolled his eyes and mumbled a fine. “That better be your shirt.” It was Sam’s turn to roll his eyes.
Through their whole interaction, you grabbed the button up plaid shirt and did it up before reaching for the sweats. “Thanks.” You said softly.
Dean picked up his phone. “Cas? Hey we got a problem. Time to haul ass back to the bat cave.”
You looked at them worried. “If anyone can help, it’s Cas.” Sam gave you a reassuring smile. “Come on, lets find you a room just in case this takes a while.”
It was two days before Cas showed up. You heard the loud sound of the door and looked up from the book you were reading. An odd man in a trench coat came in, muttering apologies for taking so long. Something about this thing he had to take care of before he could start the drive.
When he stopped, and focused his attention on you, Dean introduced you to him. “Nice to meet you, I’m told maybe you can help figure out how I got here, and maybe help me back home since I don’t have any ID or passport.”
“You’re not from here.”
“Nope. Obviously not.”
“No, you’re not from here... Dean, we need to speak.” He turned and walked out.
Dean looked at you confused but followed. Sam not far behind him. “What’s going on Cas?”
“What has she been doing since she got here?”
Sam shrugged. “Not much. Reading, cooking. She only left the bunker when we had to go buy her some clothes so she wouldn’t be naked.”
“Mm.” Dean moaned. “She makes a mean breakfast. And a bad ass apple pie.” He smiled.
“She is not human.” Cas said matter of fact.
“WHAT?!” Dean looked at him like he was crazy. “Then what is she? We’ve tested her for everything Cas. Holy water, silverware.. the usual stuff. She reacted to nothing.”
“I don’t know. It’s hidden from me. She was previously in another universe, I know that. I will find what I can and return.”
After Cas had left, things had been weird with Sam and Dean. They were a bit distant. You didn’t know what he said to them, but some conversations stopped when you walked into the room. It only made you miss home more. You missed your kid, your boyfriend. You wondered how they were handling it without you. Who was getting your kid ready for school? Who was there to pick him up afterwards. Was he taking time off work to do it? You couldn’t afford that. Maybe his mom was helping out. Your mom must be out of her mind.
You plopped down in to the chair across from Dean with a sigh. Three days since Cas left. “Can someone please just tell me what’s going on? Whatever Cas said to you?” They looked at each other and changed the subject.
A few more days of your misery and Sam finally caved. “You’re from another universe. You don’t exist in this one. We can’t just drop you across the border. We need to figure out how you got here, who brought you here, and why.”
“I’d say Balthazar but, he’s dead. I mean, he sent us to an Alternate Universe once.” Dean shrugged.
“The demon from Charmed?” You looked at them weird.
“What? No? What?” Dean looked confused.
You chuckled. “Never mind. Maybe it’s not a thing here.” Dean still looked so confused. “It’s a show about witches. Sisters. Always 3 of them at one time, even though there’s 4. One of them married a demon named Balthazar.. Belthazor?” You shrugged.
“Man I hate witches.” Dean grumbled.
The boys opened up again, and you got pretty close in a short time. Two weeks. Two weeks too god damn long to be away from your family. But then Cas appeared in front of you, with a another man. As soon as his eyes were on you he smiled, like he hadn’t seen you in years.
“Dean! Sam!” Cas called out to them.
“Hey Chuck, you got answers for us?”
He nodded. “It’s good to see you again little one.” He smiled at you.
“Do I.. know you?” You looked at him confused.
“I know you.” He smiled. “You were too young to know me. I’ve been looking for you.”
“Why?”
“You are your fathers daughter. That’s why.”
You scoffed. “My dead beat dad? I-”
He shook his head. “Your real father.” His hand came out and touched your forehead. You felt a warm glow take over and suddenly you heard Sam and Dean gasp. You could faintly see golden wings off to yours sides before they faded away. “You have your fathers wings.” He smiled at you.
“Wha-”
“Gabriel, my mischievous little Arch Angel, fathered you and hid you. Balthazar helped him. Were you told the story of your birth from your mother?”
You nodded. “Yeah I.. I was-”
“A miracle.” You both said and he smiled.
“We both almost died. Emergency c-section. My mother woke up to a priest next to her and panicked. I had to be..”
“Stolen from the hospital. By your maternal grandfather.” You nodded. “The priest was Balthazar. Your mothers true child did die. Gabriel hid you from us, and your powers, and gave you to your grandfather when he came for you. But we need you now. It’s time to come home. It’s time to be who you were meant to be.”
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Pairing : WinchestersxReader, DeanxReader, Sam
Word count : 1400
Warning : Angst maybe?
A/N : Remember when I took a poll a while back over which Winchester (or how many) Reader should be with? This is what it was for. This is what you guys chose.
Part 7 in Growing up Winchester.
It was a while before you saw Sam again, and when you did, it was the last thing you had expected.
You had stepped out of the shower, and were drying off when you heard the door to yours and John’s motel room open. You hadn’t heard from John in a while, so you quickly pulled on your underwear, and listened.
Not John.
You couldn’t hear who it was, but you knew by the foot falls it wasn’t him. “Fuck.” You mumbled under your breath and grabbed the gun you had been keeping close by since John walked out that door.
And you waited. You waited as they talked, but you couldn’t make any of it out. You waited as you were sure they were rummaging around the room. Who ever it was, was bound to check the bathroom, and you would be ready.
It seemed like forever before you heard the door. Letting out a deep breath, you leaned against the wall and relaxed. Then you heard it, a phone ringing. You cocked the gun again, ready to head out. Half naked or not.
Sam hung up the phone, and hurried to sneak out the bathroom window. But when he opened the door, he found a cocked gun in his face. “Y/N?” He breathed.
“Sam?” You lowered the gun as he looked you up and down. “What are you doing here?”
He snapped out of it when he heard a noise outside. “No time. We gotta go.” He grabbed your wrist and started to pull you along, taking your gun from you. Your free hand reached out for your clothes, but he only thing you managed to get a hold of was the sweater.
Once outside and away, Sam finally stopped running, and looked around. “Sam, what the hell is going on?” You pulled on the sweater, and when his eyes went to you, you saw him soften at the sight. The sweater he had put on your shoulders the day he left. “Where’s Dean?” He stared at you. “Sam!”
Sam gave a slight shake of his head. “I need to get Dean. He was arrested.”
“What!? When?”
“Just now. That’s why we had to run, he called from outside and told me to get out, that they made him. I need to get him.”
“I’ll get him.” You grumbled, pushing past him.
“No.” He grabbed you.
“Sam-”
“You don’t even have pants.”
“Who’s fault is that?” You shot at him, shaking his hand off your wrist.
“Look, just.. Get checked in somewhere.” He pulled out his wallet and handed it to you. “Just get us a room. We’ll talk when I get Dean back. Okay?”
“Whatever.” you rolled your eyes, taking his wallet.
He started to go, then turned back to you as he walked away. “It’s good seeing you again.” He smiled, then turned back before you could even answer.
You were sitting on the edge of the motel bed when you heard the Impala pull in. Looking up, the door flew open. “Dean.” You smiled at him.
“I’ve been worried sick about you.” You got up and hurried to his arms. Sam shut the door, smiling as Dean hugged you, but the smile quickly faded when Dean’s lips met yours. “Don’t fucking scare me like that again. I’ve been calling.”
“Sorry. Your dad has my phone. His got smashed, so he took mine in case he needed help.”
“You good, baby?”
“I’m good, Dean.” You smiled and kissed him again. “So, anyone want to tell me what Sam is doing here?” You glanced over to Sam when Dean finally let you go.
“Needed help finding you and dad. Where are your pants?”
“Probably in the bathroom, where they were left. I just got out of the shower when you two showed up. If I had known it was you..”
“Anything important left behind?”
You shook your head. “Just clothes.”
“Good. Beer?” You gave him a nod, and he headed back out to the Impala.
“Soo..” Sam shifted on his feet, while you sat back down on the bed and waited. “You and Dean, huh? How long?”
“Yeah.. Me and Dean.” You answered softly. “Officially? Almost 8 months now.”
Dean came back in, shutting the door, and put the case down. He pulled one out and opened it for you, before handing one to Sam then taking one for himself. “Happiest fucking 8 months of my life, until you up and disappeared on me.” Dean teased making you smile.
Sam downed almost half his beer, this was awkward. “I told you Dean always gets the girl.” He teased with a chuckle, trying to make light of this. “It’s always Dean.”
Your smile faded, fast. “It wasn’t always Dean. It was always you.” You looked up, shooting him a glare.
“Baby-” Dean tried to calm you a bit, Sam hadn’t seen how broken you were when he left. He had no idea how much leaving had hurt you.
“No, Dean. He told me he loved me, and then he fucked off. My first kiss was him walking out on me! So fuck him!” Sam’s eyebrows shot up and you turned your anger on him. “You don’t get to act like you’re fucking hurt by this, Sam. YOU LEFT! All I ever had was the two of you, and you fucking left me!”
“I asked you to come.” He growled, putting his beer down on the table hard. “I all but begged you to come.”
“I DID!” You screamed at him.
“Wait, what?” Dean looked confused.
“No, you told me you didn’t want that life. You stayed.”
“I went to fucking California, asshole.” you shot at him, ignoring how confused Dean was. You had never told him that’s where John took you. John didn’t want them knowing, so you kept that promise to him. “I showed up at your fucking door.”
“I never-”
“Not done.” You growled, cutting him off. “You weren’t home, so I waited. I sat across the street, and I waited for you. Do you know what I always wondered after you left? It was always ‘What could I have done to get Sam to stay? Could have I begged him to stay? If I said I loved him, would he have reconsidered?’” Sam stood watching you. “But outside your door, watching everyone else, all the couples.. My thoughts changed. It became ‘What if I had went with him? Would it have all worked out? Would he still love me?’” Tears began to weld up in your eyes.
“I always loved you..” He whispered, stepping forward.
You shook your head. “I saw you. I waited for hours, and then I saw you.” You smiled through the tears. “I couldn’t believe how you still managed to get taller. You looked good, happy.” You chuckled. “I saw that smile from a mile off, Sam and I knew, I knew right then that I belonged with you and I was a fucking idiot for not going.”
“Why didn’t yo-”
“Then I saw why you were so happy, why your smile was so big. I saw her.” Sam froze. “And I felt like a fucking idiot. How could I be so stupid? How could I have expected you to still love me, you didn’t even call, or text. You didn’t care if I was alive or dead, why did I expect you to be waiting with open arms for me.” You stopped fighting the tears. “So I left. I didn’t let you see me, I just left. I called Dean, found out where he was and ran to the one Winchester who had always been there for me. Who not once in my life forgot about me.”
Dean was staring at you, his beer long forgotten. “That’s where you-”
“Yeah..” You cut him off and looked down at the floor. “That’s where I went.”
“Fuck.” Dean ran his hand over his face, putting the untouched beer bottle down. “You never told me.. It’s been over a year. Why didn’t you fucking tell me?”
“I’m sorry.”
“I need some air.” Dean shook his head and walked out.
The room was silent for a while. “I cared.” Sam told you softly. “And I did. I did still love you. I still do.”
You shook your head. “It’s too late, Sam.” You looked up at him. “I love Dean. And I think I ruined it.”
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Growing up Winchester - @rhapsody-in-flannel @deanandsamsbitch @dizzy-sunshine @smalltowndivaj @mariahoedt
Dean - @evyiione @soythedemonqueen @deanandsamsbitch @akshi8278
Pairing : Winchesters x Sister!reader (Wincest), John
Word count : 4,897
Warnings : WINCEST!, Incest, Smut, cheating.
Final part of The Winchester Curse.
That’s how things went for over a year. Whichever brother got alone time with you, took advantage of it, never both of them together, which you didn’t mind since you knew Sam could get jealous.
And they would sneak as much time together as they could for themselves. They would buy you something if you managed to occupy John for a bit to give them some time. A few times, they would go ahead to check into the motel while you and John went to eat. Dean would buy you anything your heart desired if they managed to get a few hours out of it. Mostly you just got new clothes out of the deal. You didn’t really want for much, and you loved dragging him around from store to store, and the look on his face as you tried on clothes for him.
At one store, he couldn’t take it. “Let me help you with that.” His eyes were dark with lust as he went into the changing room with you. He fingered you hard while you jerked him off, his free hand covering your mouth so you’d be quiet. It only worked so well. Let’s just say, you were banned from that particular store. Both of you laughing as you hit the sidewalk after being escorted out.
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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