Stand My Ground by Winmance

Title: Stand My Ground 

Author: winmance

Artist: interstital ( @chiisana-sukima)

Beta : @debivc78 and @chiisana-sukima

Word Count: 13416

Rating: General Audiences 

Warnings/tags : Alternate Universe, WitchesWitch Sam Winchester, Witch Dean Winchester, John Winchester's A+ Parenting, Teenagers, Emotional Hurt/Comfort Summary: Sam and Dean Winchester; the last heirs of the Winchester and Campbell family; the result of the alliance of the most powerful families, the future of the magic world. By the age of ten, Dean had already developed more powers than most of the witches. When Sam turned thirteen, it was evident that the reason none of his powers had manifested was because he didn’t have any.

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Title: Stand My Ground Author: Winmance Artist: interstitial Word Count: 13,416

Summary: Sam and Dean Winchester; the last heirs of the Winchester and Campbell family; the result of the alliance of the most powerful families, the future of the magic world. By the age of ten, Dean had already developed more powers than most of the witches. When Sam turned thirteen, it was evident that the reason none of his powers had manifested was because he didn’t have any.

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I’ve made a blog on this platform too ! I just need to figure how to follow you now. It’s scary to be alone on there

It’s more obviously like screaming into the void over there, yeah :P.

Prompt: Relationship Milestones - First Kiss

Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester

Word Count: 1725

Summary: Sam and Dean’s first two kisses. 

Rating: Gen

Warnings/Tags: None.

For: @wincestwritingchallenge

May 02, 1983

When Dean woke up in the morning and went to go find his parents, Mommy wasn’t in her room. Neither was Daddy. He frowned as he lifted up the blanket, checking if maybe they were hiding under it to scare him and make him squeal but they weren’t there. He began to get scared, looking around and then heading out of his parents' bedroom to go downstairs. When he saw John pacing around the living room, his fear vanished because he wasn’t all alone. “Daddy,” he said happily as he walked over to take John’s hand and stop him from pacing.

John smiled tiredly and lifted Dean up into his arms. “Hey, buddy. Good morning,” he said gently as the phone that was mounted on the wall in the kitchen began to ring. He carried Dean with him as he answered it, relieved to hear his wife on the end of the line. “Mary,” he started but Dean interrupted him. “Is that Mommy?” He asked happily, leaning his head against John’s shoulder and reaching for the phone which John then handed him.

“Hi, Mommy! Where are you? Why aren’t you home wi’f us?” Dean asked as he giggled, playing with the phone cord and closing his eyes.

“I’m in the hospital, sweetie. Your baby brother’s coming. Can you tell Daddy it’s time?” Mary said as calmly as she could and when Dean squealed at the top of his lungs, she laughed. “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Sammy’s coming!” He said excitedly, looking up at his father as John took the phone back and set Dean down.

Dean didn’t mind being set down, just going and running upstairs to get his slip-on shoes on as best he could. He grabbed the stuffed giraffe he had bought for Sammy with his own money, grinning, dimples and all, and walking back down the stairs. He was in flannel pajamas and his hair was a mess but he was more excited than he had ever been.

John smiled at his eldest son, picking him up and walking with him out to the Impala. He got Dean strapped into his car seat in spite of Dean’s excited bouncing and pressed a kiss to his head before he got into the car as well. “Calm down a little, Dean,” he said as he drove off, Dean clearly about to explode with excitement.

When John pulled up to the hospital, he parked, getting Dean out of the car seat and lifting him up but Dean squirmed out of his arms, grabbing the stuffed giraffe and running into the building before John could even blink.

John jogged after him, lifting him up and apologizing to the nurse that he had almost knocked over when chasing after his son. “We’re here for Mary Winchester,” John said calmly when they reached the receptionist.

Dean giggled before the receptionist could answer. “That’s my Mommy! She’s havin’ a baby. ‘m gonna have a little bro’der,” he said happily, letting his head rest back against John’s shoulder as the receptionist congratulated Dean before giving John the room number.

As they headed upstairs to the labor and delivery floor, Dean started bouncing even more in his father’s arms, clearly bursting with excitement. He hugged the giraffe close as they walked into the room, Mary already in the process of pushing.

“John, I told you to make arrangements for him,” Mary said through gritted teeth, the midwife looking up. “He shouldn’t.. He shouldn’t be here for this. That’s why I sent you home. To make arrangements.”

Both John and Mary were worried that Dean may not like his little brother once the attention was taken away from him and placed primarily on Sam. They hoped it wouldn’t come to that but some of their friends' children had begun to despise their siblings from the day they were born and Mary and John could only pray that their little boy would love his little brother.

“Samuel couldn’t take him,” John replied as he moved to pull up a chair near the head of the bed, sitting down with Dean on his lap. Dean leaned to try to see under the fabric that was draped over Mary’s knees but when he saw blood, he ducked his face into John’s chest in fear. “Is Mommy okay?” He mumbled out sadly, Mary reaching to take Dean’s hand and giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

“Mommy’s okay, baby,” Mary verified breathlessly, dropping Dean’s hand to grip onto John’s in a way that made John think at least three of his bones were broken but also made him relieved that she had dropped Dean’s hand before she had had to push again because she definitely would have broken Dean’s hand.

The next forty minutes went by slowly and quickly at the same time and Dean eventually fell asleep in his father lap, the stuffed giraffe clutched close to his chest. He mumbled something sleepily when there was a little shake to his shoulder before he slowly blinked and opened his eyes. The fabric over Mary’s knees was gone and she was under the blankets, a little swaddled up baby in her arms. It was just the three of them in the room now and Dean woke up pretty quickly when he saw the baby. “Is that Sammy?” He asked excitedly, getting off John’s lap and immediately crawling onto the hospital bed to reach for him. “I wanna hold him!” He exclaimed, waking up the sleeping baby but luckily, Sam didn’t cry, only opening his eyes and looking in Dean’s general direction.

“I wanna hold him, Mommy. Please,” Dean begged, reaching his arms out as Mary scooted over to one side of the small bed. “You can hold him, Dean. Sit crisscrossed next to me and I’m going to hand him to you. You’re going to have to support his head because otherwise, he could get hurt.”

“I will, I will, I will. Please, Mommy, please,” Dean began to beg more, making grabby hands towards his little brother until Mary sat up a little bit and very carefully laid Sam down into Dean’s arms. Dean did as instructed, making sure to support Sam’s head and looking down with him. “I love you,” Dean whispered out, carefully untucking Sam’s arm and placing his index and middle finger into Sam’s tiny hand. Sam curled his fingers around Dean’s fingers, his grip tight as he yawned, mouth forming a tiny little ‘o’. “I love you, Sammy. I’m gonna protect you. No matter what,” he whispered out, his head ducked down so his parents couldn’t hear him and he was just speaking to the beautiful little baby boy in his arms.

“I promise I’m gonna protect you. I’ll do anything to keep you safe. Pinky promise,” Dean whispered out, leaning down to press a short kiss to Sam’s lips, complete with a “mwah” sound, like Mary sometimes did for him before linking Sam’s teeny-tiny pinkie finger with his own. Sam smiled reflexively at him and because Dean didn’t know that it wasn’t a real smile, he grinned back, holding Sam closer to his chest. “I’m always gonna protect him, Mommy. Do you think he knows that?”

“I think he knows that, baby,” Mary said softly, reaching to brush Dean’s messy hair from his eyes and closing her own. It was a relief to her that at least for now, Dean didn’t seem to be jealous of baby Sammy. She could only hope that that loved stayed there between them.

May 02, 2007

“Sam! Look out!” Sam heard Dean yelling, calling his name, but it was too late. As the knife plunged deep into his spine, he felt a searing pain and his legs gave out under him, causing him to drop to his knees. There was pain, searing pain but then Dean was gripping his shirt and tugging Sam against his body and the pain seemed to be gone for just a little while, adrenaline taking over. Sam knew, logically, that he was still in pain but he couldn’t feel it anymore. “Dean,” he breathed out, his body feeling like it was shutting down, like he wasn’t going to live for much longer.

“Sammy, Sammy, hey. Sam, I’ve got you,” Dean breathed out, wrapping his arms around his little brother and holding him as tightly to his body as he could, clinging to him desperately. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you, kiddo. It’s going to be okay.” Sam was dying and Dean could feel it and it was like all of his worst fears had come true. It was like his very soul was breaking into pieces. “I’ve got you. I’m here. I’ve gotta protect you. That’s my job, right? Watch out for my pain-in-the-ass little brother?” He breathed out, trying to keep his voice steady but failing miserably as tears started to bubble in his eyes.