Supernatural Sisterfics

Your job on this hunt is to stay in the car and pray to Castiel if anything seems suspicious on the outside. You know that it’s not much, but neither your brothers nor the angel are comfortable with you actually getting in on the action.

You don’t blame them. It’s not like you ever let your Cystic Fibrosis slow you down physically, though. You can run along Sam in the mornings, even though it was hard at first. 

“Take it one breath at a time,” he would say to you. “You’re doing great, sweetheart. This is good for you.” 

Running became something that you could actually do. Never to the extent of the people in the news articles, who run half marathons with CF and become huge inspirations, but you could run, and if need be, you could fight. You were never helpless.

It helped you on simple hunts, which your brothers let you come on, but they would always steer the hits away from you. If the creature was particularly aggressive towards you and they couldn’t help you, it was like Castiel could immediately sense it wherever he was, and he would fly in and kill the thing, make sure that you were okay, and then fly right back out. 

You didn’t always need it. You knew you could handle yourself, but you greatly appreciated it anyway. 

Right now, though, what you’d really appreciate, is if you weren’t coughing up blood from an infection. It’s normal, it happens plenty to people with CF and it’s called hemoptysis, but your overprotective brothers know that it’s not best for you to just go out and hunt right now. So you’re doing what you can.

You manage to escape your rather loud thoughts when you hear Dean’s voice as he looks at you in the rearview mirror. “Y/N, did you hear me?” 

Sam and Castiel are also staring at you.

“Do you want me to bring you back to the bunker? I can,” Castiel says gently. You shake your head.

“No, I’m good, I was just thinking. What did you say, Dean?” You ask him. 

“I was just checking that you took your nebulizer treatment this morning,” he says. You smile and nod. 

“I sure did,” you say, flashing him a thumbs up, making him smile back at you.

He asks you that every single day, but you don’t mind. He just wants to make sure that you’re taking care of yourself. You get it.

Eventually, he pulls up to the warehouse, and the three men grab what they need to go into the hunt. You get comfortable in your seat, knowing that you’re gonna be there for a while. Dean hands you a gun that’s loaded with salt shells, which you turn over in your hand a few times. It’s a shotgun that’s a little beat up, and it’s your favorite one to use. It’s the one that your brothers taught you to shoot with.

“Don’t draw attention to yourself, but don’t be afraid to use this if you absolutely need it,” he says.

“And remember, call Cas if anything seems wrong,” Sam adds. “You’re our eyes on the outside.”

“Also, just call me if you need me,” Castiel says, giving you a knowing look, and you know that he’s referring to the infection that has occured. 

You smile at all of them. “I got it, guys. Go kick ass,” you say with a smile. They chuckle lightly, and begin to walk towards the warehouse. In a flash of light, Castiel smites the demons that were lurking outside.

You sit in silence for a bit, looking around. You’ll admit, you don’t feel great. Your coughing fits seem to have very kindly been waiting to flare up for after the boys left, which you’re happy about, because you don’t wanna worry them too much. 

After sitting for a bit longer, you see a figure starting to come towards the car. It’s still distant, but you make out the shape of a man, and it’s not either of your brothers or your favorite angel. 

Definitely a demon. 

You clutch your shotgun, having it ready should the demon get too close to the car, and sure enough, it doesn’t seem to slow down. As a matter of fact, it seems like it’s looking right at you, with black eyes.

Alright. Now would be the time to pray to Castiel.

“Castiel, there’s a demon coming towards the car, and he doesn’t look like he just wants to chat. Please come,” you say, trying to stifle your coughs. 

You wait.

And you wait.

The demon is now about ten feet from the car door. 

No Castiel. 

Well, fuck it. 

You swing open the car door and raise your gun, shooting the demon in the torso as it hisses in pain. Gosh, you don’t feel well. You shoot it a couple more times to slow it down, but unbeknownst to you, another one is right behind you. 

It grabs you from behind, and you instinctively move to face it, dragging the two of you to the ground where you know you can grapple to mount it. The exertion isn’t fun, and you’re finding it hard to breathe as you raise your gun and shoot the demon, causing it to scream. You use that moment of its pain to try to catch your breath, but you’re coughing too hard. 

Of course this all happens on the day that your lungs are having it the least. 

You don’t see the other demon rise from its place and walk up to you, but you sure feel when its hand grabs your hair to pull you up. You struggle, but suddenly, it stops fighting you, and its eyes are glowing light.

The vessel drops, and standing behind it is Castiel. He kills the one on the ground as well, and he immediately walks towards you, putting two fingers on your head to help your coughs subside the slightest bit, and helping you into the car. 

“I’m so sorry that I was so late, Y/N. I heard you, but I was trapped in there. The demons are killed, your brothers are on their way out,” Castiel says, eyes filled with worry. 

“It’s okay,” you say, offering him a soft smile and leaning your head on his shoulder.

“I wish that I could fully heal you. I really do, but... it seems that you were chosen to fight this illness for a reason,” he says apologetically. 

“I know. I think that reason is just to show my brothers that even with CF, I can still beat them up,” you quip, and Castiel smiles.

“I think it’s more than that. But, I also can’t say that you’re incorrect,” he says with a slight laugh.

Sam and Dean enter the car, both turning around worriedly to look at you. “Hey, sweetheart, how are you feeling?” Dean asks you, noticing your slight coughs. 

“I feel great, and I’ll feel even better when we’re home,” you say. He nods. 

“Alright, then. Let’s get you home, princess,” he says, starting up the impala.

“Are you sure that everything is okay?” Sam asks, seeing how purely exhausted you look, leaning onto Castiel as he gently rubs circles onto your back. 

So far, the boys have figured out that they’re looking for the Greek goddess of Mischief, named Até. You’re doing everything in your power to find a way to stop her while they deal with the havoc that she’s wreaked across town, but she is, after all, a goddess. It’s proving difficult.

You power through as best as you can, and you finally are about halfway through writing down a useful spell to stop Até when you feel a hand on your shoulder that makes you jump. 

“Woah there, kiddo, didn’t mean to scare you,” Dean says, bemused. “Just wanted to see how the research is going.”

You put on your best smile and look up at Dean, who got back from the town a few hours ago and allowed himself a nice nap while Sam went out to get himself dinner. You try your best to not be annoyed. “Let me just finish writing this spell, and I think I’ll be all done!” 

Dean ruffles your hair. “Nice work, squirt.”

You hand him the paper, and he takes it, whistling a tune to himself as he goes to find Sam so that they can stop Até. When he’s gone, you slam the books shut and bury your face in your arms. Finally. You can rest. 

Last week, you were at a diner with your brothers when Dean was given a steak that he described as “drastically overcooked.” That’s how you feel. You feel like a drastically overcooked steak. 

You stretch out a bit in your chair, ready to stand up and get some rest, when the boys come bursting through the door. 

“It’s not Até,” Sam says, grabbing your laptop and opening it up, standing with it as he types in some thingsk.

“What?” You blink in confusion at your brother.

“It’s a trickster spirit, but we don’t know who,” Dean adds. 

“We need you to look into potential disguises for a trickster in this town,” Sam says, handing your laptop towards you. You simply stare at it, not being able to bring yourself to take it.

You feel dizzy and pissed off, and everything that you’ve bottled up comes out in the exhausted exclamation, “I’m a steak, guys!” 

Your brothers stare blankly at you. 

“Uh, come again?” Sam prompts.

You can no longer help the tears that begin to brim your eyes. “I’m drastically overcooked, like Dean’s steak. I haven’t slept, I haven’t eaten, I can barely see, my head hurts so badly and if I stare at any more words I might combust! I’m burnt out, guys, I... this is too much research for me. I need help,” you sadly admit.

The looks on your brothers’ faces soften, and you suddenly feel terrible, sighing. “Nevermind, I’m sorry. I’ll find the trickster,” you say, reaching for your laptop from Sam, but he pulls it back. 

“No, you’re not gonna find the trickster, we are. You’re gonna get some rest,” Sam says. 

“Y/N, you should’ve told us,” Dean adds, going to stand next to his brother. 

You roll your eyes. “No, really, guys, it’s okay. I had my dramatic outburst, I’m good now. I can do this,” you stand up so that you can grab the laptop from Sam, who is holding it close to him, but as soon as you do you begin to sway on your feet, and your vision gets a bit spotty.

“Y/N!” Dean steadies you with his hands on your shoulders right before you’re about to tip over. “Oh, kid, you are overcooked...” 

Sam places your laptop on the table and scoops you up, ignoring your feeble protests as he carries you to your room and places you on your bed. Dean isn’t too far behind him, holding a bowl of your favorite food and a glass of water. 

“Come on, munchkin. Eat,” Dean says, pulling the chair from your desk up to the side of your bed and sitting in it, as Sam climbs onto the bed with you. You don’t do much to protest now, you just gratefully accept the bowl and eat it, starting to feel a lot better already.

“You gotta tell us when you’re getting burnt out, bean. We know that you’re not superhuman, we’ll understand if you need a break,” Sam says gently. Dean nods in agreement. 

“Sammy’s right. All you gotta do is ask for help, Y/N/N. We’ll always be there,” Dean says, and he takes the bowl from your hands as he sees that you’re struggling to keep your eyes open.

“I just didn’t wanna disappoint you. The case is the priority,” you say, sinking into Sam a bit, prompting him to start running a gentle hand through your hair. 

“You would never disappoint us by taking care of yourself, sweetheart,” Dean says, rubbing your arm gently as he sees you start to drift off in Sam’s arms.

“You’re the priority, Y/N,” Sam says, pressing a soft kiss to your hair.

Your brothers watch your breaths even out as you finally fall asleep. Dean enventually stands up.