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[frogtemple]

☆ when she returned pt. 4 ☆

summary: sam & dean haven't seen their younger sister in 6 months, they try to keep her safe from a distance, but she gets taken by demons.

word count: 2.4k

final part to this series! I don't know why, but writing endings to series is always so hard for me. I hope y'all enjoy

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As he revealed his face, you jumped, screaming loudly in fear. "NOO!!"

"Oh, yes." He laughed.

"Get out, get out!!!" You screamed, inching back up against your bed.

Your screams awoke Sam and Dean. It looked like the demon took a step closer but was almost bashed into thin air as your bedroom door flung open. "Y/n! Hey, hey." Sam rushed over, Dean stopped in the doorway, looking around.

“You’re alright, easy. You were just havin’ a bad dream.” Sam shushed you quietly as he hovered over you.

“No! He was h-here… I swear, I saw it.” You trembled.

“Kid, there’s no one here… you know how heavily warded the bunker is. Nothin’s gettin’ in here.” Dean said like he knew it for sure.

You focused your vision behind Sam, looking to the spot where you saw the demon, or at least what you thought you saw. All that was there was the shadow your bedroom door was casting on the wall behind it. “I’m going crazy.” You whispered to yourself fearfully.

“Bug, you’re not going crazy. You went through a lot….”

“You don’t know!” you let out, suddenly recalling the torture the demon had inflicted. An uncomfortable pit formed in your gut, you felt so much rage it made you sick. You were so angry with yourself for letting your guard down at one of the worst moments, looking at where it got you, and almost got your whole family.

Sam's expression changed, he slowed and came to sit at the edge of your bed.

"Sweetheart, what did they do to you back there?" Sam whispered, as if it was a forbidden question. You could feel the images replaying in your mind. The knife, your hand, the kicking, throwing, the little things it whispered in your ear before you almost felt life leave your body. You let out a staggered breath, trying to stop the panic that suddenly flooded your mind.

"Just- how we found you.... did they, do something?" Sam hinted, he didn't want to say it.

You looked down at your swollen, bandaged hand in disappointment. "No." you finally spoke. "No, they just... I think they just wanted to humiliate me. Make me feel weak.... and they won, they were right." You choked. That stuck wall finally came down, allowing tears to find their way out of your waterline.

"Hey, that is anything but true. You are not weak." Sam placed a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"I tried. I tried to fight them off but I couldn't, I just couldn't." You cried.

Sam pulled you into a hug, letting you release what you needed to. "Hey, it's not you, this wasn't your fault. You are anything but weak, you know that?" He cooed.

Dean still stood in the doorway, his exterior preventing him from showing how heartbroken he was. Instead his jaw stayed clenched, letting the rage take refuge in his face. No one was to treat his little sister like that and get away with it, no one.

He couldn't stand to see you this way, and took it upon himself to leave the room, giving himself a break.

Sam looked back at the sudden depart, your gaze followed. "Sorry." you sniffed, collecting yourself.

"What, why?"

"I just- know that Dean gets a little rigid when I get emotional. Maybe you too even... being tough guys n' all."

Sam sighed lightly in slight disbelief. "Nah, you know how Dean can be. He just doesn't show it."

"But you're just as tough too." Sam tried. You just looked at him with a 'really?'

His expression fell. "Look, we're going to make this right. We'll finish the job. I promise." He nodded with a hopeful look in his eyes.

And that's all you needed to fall back into a safe feeling. Your hope was always right there, your brothers. As long as you had each other, you'd be okay.

"Thanks." Your voice came out a whisper.

“Mhm. We won’t let anything happen to you. We’re here now.” Sam stood up, placing a kiss on your head and drawing the covers back up over you.

You willed your eyes closed, desperate to get some un-disrupted sleep.

Sam turned into the hallway, stopped by Dean not too far out who was leaning up against the wall.

The brothers eyes both met. "We are gonna kill this son of a bitch." Dean let out in a gruff tone.

Sam gave a nod of agreement. "You bet. Wait- you should let your arm heal up befo-"

"No need, let's get started."

~

"We shouldn't be gone longer than a week." Dean said as he finished stuffing a bag with hunting gear.

"A week?!" You stood in the doorway, suddenly surprised. You were used to the boys leaving for days, sometimes weeks for hunts that you weren't tagging along on. A week though, hunting down such a vicious demon and you being left alone. What if something happened and they couldn't reach you, what if they didn't come back? The thoughts intruded your mind over and over, like a sick plague.

And you know how safe the bunker is, but the feeling of emptiness after everything that had happened, making you feel unsure, unsafe. You had been clinging to the presence of your brothers lately, and it didn't sound comforting for them to up and leave for so long.

"Yeah. That sound okay?" Sam checked in with you.

"Um, yeah. Could I come with?" Silence followed your question.

Both brothers stopped to stare at you with utter confusion. "Wh- y-you want to come with? Why..." Sam wondered.

You shifted slightly. "I... don't know." You really didn't know. Part of you wanted to go so you wouldn't have to be alone. Otherwise, you hadn't been on a hunt with your brothers in years. The last one being a bit before you left for college. You thought you would have missed going on hunts, but not really. The sudden urge to want to go all of a sudden didn't make sense, to you or to them.

"Well, she's not going." Dean barked.

"Sweetheart, I understand if you're scared-" Sam interjected.

"I'm not scared!" You shot back. "I just, want this to end."

"We get it, we do. But, we can't risk anything happening to you again." Sam came over, resting his large hands on your shoulders. "We'll call you as soon as it's done." He gave you a subtle squeeze before retreating out with Dean.

You stood there, watching them leave with a pit in your chest. It felt terrible, wrong even. You weren't going to let them leave without you, but then you felt the pound of the giant bunker door shut, and your shoulders sank.

Eventually, three days passed, and no sign of anything from Sam or Dean. Neither of them had called or texted, of course, you tried to but received nothing. It was starting to scare the hell out of you, normally they would have to reply- take the time, at least one free second to let you know everything was all good, right? Hearing absolutely nothing had you petrified, to even think they could be at the hands of that demon right now and you were standing here doing nothing.

After nervously pacing, your gaze landed on the worst thing you could have seen in this moment.

The demon blade.

Resting right on the war room table, one of the main weapons your brothers should be equipped with right now. You hoped that they had something else on hand, pentagram carved bullets, an angel blade, damn holy water. Even then, this was a specialty demon, they needed the strongest weapon you could get.

You had enough of waiting around and made up your mind. Swiping the knife into your grip, you hid it in your jeans and started to collect your things to shove into your pockets. It was now up to you.

~

It wasn't easy, but they had found the demon. Sam and Dean thought it would take longer, but underestimated its power and hunger in wanting to find them first. Now they were cornered in a diner which they stopped at for a meal, in attempt to catch up on the trail that was no longer needed. Surrounded by bodies of the civilians and employees in the building who were unconscious or slaughtered by the demon who had entered shortly after the brothers arrived.

"You know what? I'm tired of all this running around just to get you three where I need you. I think it's time we end this now. No more, sugar coating things." The demon slowly approached the boys who scrambled up from the diner booth.

"No, I don't think you understand how this is gonna go." Dean spoke back.

"Oh really?" Its face twisted from hurt, to a devious smirk in seconds as he raised his hand, whipping Dean across the room.

He turned around from watching Dean struggle to stand. "You'll play nice with me, won't you Sammy?" He reached out his hand.

"You need to stop. This never ends well for you bastards, anyways." He reached back, un-pocketing his gun. Firing one, two, three, four, five rounds, imbedding in the vessels chest. He barely stumbled back, straightening himself out and letting out a cocky huff. He puffed his chest out, reverting the bullets back out of his flesh, making the material clink onto the tile floor.

"All that time into carving special bullets... what a cute little do-it-yourself craft, doesn't seem to be as effective as the real thing, huh?" The demon taunted.

"Oh yeah? Good thing we've got the real thing right here." Sam stepped forward, reaching to push the demon backward into the devils trap Dean had drawn out behind them. The demon turned quick, suddenly aware of the trap and jumped out of the way.

Sam and Dean struggled trying to get at it. Being thrown around, getting back up, grabbing a hold of the demon then losing their grip. The fight was tough, slowly growing exhausting. Sam had gotten knocked down hard, Dean was in a chokehold. The upper hand becoming slimmer.

"HEY!"

The sudden voice rang out, your voice. You stood in front of the demon who let your brother Dean free in surprise. He fell to the floor, looking up at you and trying to catch his breath, probably so he could tell you how stupid and dangerous it was to be here.

"Look at that, haha! Wonderful, you're all here." The demons face lit up.

"Y/n! What're you doing!?" Sam mustered up, writhing in pain.

"I'm here to help you guys."

"Isn't that adorable." He turned back to your brothers "Hate to be the bad guy here, but your backup plan, sucks." He chuckled.

You could feel the worried and pissed off glares from your brothers, you widened your eyes at them, resorting to looks as form of communication when none of you could speak out loud.

The demon lifted his hand, pointing it at you, twisting it to hold you in place. You couldn't move your feet, it was as if they were super glued to the floor. You eyed the devils trap behind him.

"You were always my favorite, so I think I'll save you for last. So sorry, you'll have to watch your brothers perish in agony the way they will."

"No you won't."

His eyebrows came together in confusion. "Look." You pointed behind him. You watched his reaction time, utilizing his distraction to take the demon blade that was tucked behind you. Wasting no time, you threw it in one swift motion. It pierced its way into the demons neck, catching it off guard. Dean took the opportunity, using his foot to kick the demons stance from underneath him, causing it to fall back. Sam and Dean worked quickly, dragging it into the devils trap before it could make a move.

The demons neck flickered with a glow as it seized, making some effort to try and fight its death. You joined your brothers in hovering over it. "You talk too much, buddy." Dean reached over, twisting the blade deeper for further measure.

"Too easy." You half joked, causing your brothers to jump attention back onto you, once they made sure the demon was dead.

"Y/n, what the hell! Are you crazy?!" Dean's voice shrilled through the silent diner.

"Are you?! You two forgot the demon knife! And, didn't pick up the phone... I thought you guys could've been dead." You yelled, worried anger filled your voice.

"We had the angel blades with us. We would've been alright." Sam gave you a half-hearted smile. "Still, that was really close. You interfered, and that could've gotten you hurt, or killed."

"That was reckless. We told you we'd take care of it, what was all that crap about, huh?" Dean breathed out all fired up.

..... "I wanted to end it. I wanted to see that thing crash and burn. Get what was coming to it, after everything it did." You frowned.

"And? Do you feel better bout' it?" Dean looked at you.

You looked down. "Sort of, I guess... Hard to when you're being all pissy." You sassed.

"Kid, look... I know how it is, we all do. These sons of bitches cause us hurt, and it gets us stirring. Dean let his authoritative monologue flow. "At the end of the day, these things are monsters. It can get dangerous."

"I know, and I'm aware I've been out of practice for a while."

"A while?"

"A long time... but, I'm still able to help if needed. I was worried, that's all."

"You sure that's all?" Sam asked. His eyebrows raised, hinting at whatever it was you weren't saying.

You breathed out heavily, he got you. "I guess I may have missed hunting with you two, a little more than I thought I did. There, happy?"

"It's fine, y/n. Just, trust us. We've got a handle on it, had to have since you've been out on your own. But, we're sorry for not calling back."

"Right." You half smirked, side hugging Sam. You then turned and looked up at Dean, hoping he'd get over it and fist bump you. His eyes met your hopeful ones, pursing his lips together. "Let's clean this place up, then we'll continue this conversation later."

"Conversation about....?"

"About you returning to hunting or not."

You flashed him a hopeful look of agreement. "Sounds like a plan."

A/N: THE END! Please share thoughts if you have any, and requests are open!

[frogtemple]

☆ Night Sky ☆

summary: Growing up with two older brothers that aren't so open with their emotions, it's difficult to feel like sharing when you're having a hard time.

Sam & Dean Winchester x sister!reader

word count: 2.4k

"See, I just don't get how that's supposed to work." Dean threw his hands up.

"Do you need me to explain it again?" Sam huffed.

"....No." Dean's eyes avoided his brothers.

You came out of the corridor, casually walking past your brothers who were sat at the war room table. They saw you but were too wrapped up in their almost argument of a conversation. It was about a hunt they were working on, what else was new?

"Look, all I'm saying is if we ambush them that way, it could catch them off guard and-" Sam tried to continue.

"Yeah, key word 'could' Sam... real convincing." Dean struck with extra snark on that last part.

Sam sighed and looked past Dean, finally noticing you fidgeting with your shoes in the distant room. "Hey kiddo." He breathed out. Dean did a double take, glancing back at you.

"Hey." You barely acknowledged, as you finished tying your sneakers.

"There's a close hunt we're gonna go check out, did you wanna tag along" Sam asked in a hopeful tone.

"To sit in the backseat the whole time? No thanks." You turned back.

You were 15 years old, but weren't allowed to hunt. Your brothers had only taught you how to use a gun and some self defense skills, that was about it. Being that it was so difficult to fit into your normal side of life (school) you tried to pry for the longest time to go hunting, in hopes that was where you could fit in. Sam and Dean would not budge, it was always the same answer- 'when we feel your ready' which seemed like a bunch of bullshit at this point. You weren't sure you'd ever actually get to hunt, unless you snuck behind their back which you knew would get you into trouble. You hated it, but you knew you didn't have experience.

Lately, your life felt like such a colossal mess, and the thought of hunting began to feel less and less interesting in your mind. So, you stopped asking, realizing it probably won't ever happen.

"You sure? You don't want-"

"It's alright, I'm going for a run." You didn't let Sam finish, passing by the both of them and retreating out of the bunker.

"Be safe!" Sam yelled out right before the door slammed shut."

A short silence fell briefly among the room. "Kinda weird how she hasn't asked- begged practically to come on hunts lately." Sam stated.

"Beats her buggin' us about it." Dean was short, going right back to packing a duffel with supplies.

Sam dropped it and resumed reciting his plan.

~

A couple weeks went by, just the usual agenda for the Winchester brothers. Hunt after hunt, seeking leads, heavy on research, making a go for it, and repeat. That's always been the job, that's how you watched your brothers growing up, even when John was still around.

For you it was school, terrible as always, coming home and pressing Sam and Dean to be apart of whatever it was they were working on. And not research, that was the only thing they'd let you do but you would still try and beg to do anything else.

Not these days, instead it was school, come home, and... well, you didn't really know what else to do. You just started to avoid them both a little bit, self isolate and attempt to pre-occupy yourself with whatever you could.

You were reluctantly working on homework in the library when Sam and Dean flooded into the room, each with a stack of files in their grip.

"If there's not something in here, we're gonna have to go to plan b." Dean set down his pile of file folders on the table across from you.

"Yeah, and what's that." Sam asked a bit annoyed.

"I'm gonna have to figure that out, info on this is already pretty slim." Dean ran a hand through his hair, relieving some stress before pulling out a chair.

You closed your book and started packing up your stuff. "Y/n, you don't have to leave." Dean looked at you, slightly confused.

"It's okay, I gotta focus, I'll just go to my room." You retreated but were stopped by Dean, grasping for your arm.

"Hey... what's goin' on with you?"

"Nothing. Okay." You avoided, turning around but Dean wouldn't let up.

"Seriously, what's with all the moping... What did we do this time?" He scorned ever so quickly as he gripped your shoulder, trying to turn you around again.

"Nothing, Dean. Can you just stop! I need to finish this." You pulled back harder, rushing out of the room before they could say anything else.

"What in the world..." Sam whispered. "What's up with her?" He spoke up once you were far enough.

"I don't know, teenage stuff?" Dean shrugged his shoulders, cringing faintly.

Sam thought about leaving it alone but couldn't shake your weird behavior recently. "I'll go try." He said as he headed towards your room.

"Good luck with that." Dean pointed your direction.

Sam stepped with caution into your door frame, curling a fist to knock on it. "Can I come in?" He scrunched his face, anticipating an unpleasant reaction.

"Yeah, I guess." You rolled your eyes. Great, here comes Sam trying to figure out 'what's wrong with me' type of talk. He sat on the edge of your bed, across from where you were at your desk.

"Dean's just trying to help, make sure you're okay n' all." He spoke softly.

"I said I'm fine, Sam." You kept your focus on the paper in front of you.

"You have been kind of distant though, is there something we did to upset you?" He asked.

You dropped your pen and swiveled around on your chair. "Sam, you and Dean did nothing wrong. I am fine, can you just drop it... school is just annoying right now and I'm trying to get this done." You faked an excuse, itching for him to leave.

"Well, if it's anything I can help with-"

"Sam! I can handle it, I don't feel like doing this with you right now. Get out." You could feel your inner wall beginning to break.

"Y/n/n, relax, I just wa-"

"I don't care, get out!! Now!" You stood up, pushing Sam to do the same and inching him towards the door. You shut the door, not too hard though in slight fear that it would piss Dean off into coming over here.

Sam stood in front of the closed door, confused and a bit shocked. He went back to the library, shoulders slumped in defeat.

"That sounded good." sarcasm filled Dean's voice.

Sam's sated eyes met his. "I dunno, we'll figure it out. Anyways, let's get back to finding this..." His attention went to the files.

~

It was another late night of you waiting up for your brothers again. Even if you got word the hunt was successful, you couldn't ever fall asleep until you saw them come back. It was a long drive this time around, you became restless and decided to go sit outside and look at the sky.

You stared up at each of the individual twinkling dots, taking a deep breath and felt a little bit of release from all the tension you've been holding deep inside. It was not often you shared your thoughts and feelings to your brothers, despite you being an emotional teenage girl. That's just how you operated, like them. Neither of them are the type to talk about how they feel, and give advice or solutions to. It's never been that way, the men in your life you grew up with always took the 'suck it up' approach. You had to be tough, even though they'd remind you to come to them if you ever needed to. You just couldn't, you always mirrored their tough front and told yourself to appear strong. You couldn't afford to be weak in this life, even if it was a life you were barely apart of.

Stuck in your deep thoughts, you didn't hear the rumble of the impala on the other side of the brick building.

"Y/n! We're back." Dean announced, coming down the bunker stairs. You weren't at all very responsive these past weeks. Sam and Dean shared an affirming look. Dean walked away to your room, planning to pop in to say 'goodnight' and 'hunt went well' type of stuff.

Sam began unpacking their things on the war room table when he heard abrupt footsteps coming back his way.

"She's not in her room." He stood there questioning.

Sam proposed logic before introducing panic as an option "She could be somewhere else in the bunker... like the bathroom or something." He turned back to Dean's duffel as Dean left the room again, coming back minutes later with added distress.

"I can't find her." Dean patted his pockets for his cellphone. "Where is the damn thing." he stomped up to Sam, nudging him aside as he searched the bag. "Call her, now." He firmly ordered.

Sam felt his pockets, seeing his were empty as well. "My phone's in the car." He began walking with a swift pace. Sam exited the garage to the car which was parked in the gravel outside the door. He stopped when he almost crashed into you.

"Y/n? What the hell! You scared us."

"Sorry?" You backed up, confused at the sudden disturbance.

Sam released the breath he was holding in. "Where were you?"

"Sitting out here, just needed to get some air." Your eyes barely met his as you attempted to push past him. Sam stood in front of the door, forcing you to look up at him.

"What are you doing? I'd like to go to bed now..."

Silence followed, Sam studied your body language before speaking up. "What's wrong, y/n. Why haven't you been talking to us much?"

You stopped, circling around and letting your head fall back in frustration. You weren't getting out of this one. You walked a few steps over to the brick wall of the bunker and let your back thud against it. Sam followed you with those curious puppy eyes of his.

"That's just how we do things. We keep... feelings and stuff to ourselves. Nevermind bothering you guys about it." You shrugged.

"What do you mean? You can always come to either of us if-"

"Something's bothering me, yeah, I know." You finished his sentence.

"Okay, so why don't you?" Sam crossed his arms, matching your lean on the outside structure.

"Cause, I can't be weak I guess." You said quietly.

"Bug, feelings don't make you weak. You can't help that." Sam reassured.

"You guys never show yours though, you always say to 'suck it up'. I- I just... never mind."

"No, what? Tell me, sweetheart." It wasn't often Sam or Dean called you that, and somehow you knew that was your queue to spill it.

"I just feel like... I don't know if you guys would take me seriously, if I'm... spilling out my feelings? I don't know, it sounds stupid. It probably is stupid." Your gaze fell to your fidgeting hands.

Sam stifled a chuckle. "It's not stupid to tell us how you feel. I know we don't do it often, but it doesn't mean that you can't."

Just then, the door burst open with a stumbling Dean looking at the empty car, then aimlessly looking around for Sam when he spotted us.

"What the- what's going on?" He asked, catching his breath as he walked over.

"She was just outside the bunker." Sam gestured.

"You trying to scare us, kid?" Dean half joked.

"No..." You started.

"But, now seems like a good time to talk about what's been up with you. All the distant attitude n' what not." Sam raised his eyebrows at you.

"Wha- I can't!" You whined, beginning to pace in annoyance.

"Y/n, we're your brothers. You can tell us anything, floor's open." He motioned at you.

"Ugh.. I don't know how to put it." You stopped, shoving your hands in your back pockets, eager to put your mind at ease. "I have no plan."

Both brothers furrowed their brows in confusion. "Huh?" Dean questioned.

"I have no plan, no purpose. I don't know what I'm supposed to do with myself. My future is blank, literally." You stated, looking back at your confused brothers. "I don't really, fit in I guess you'd say. Not at school, not with people my own age. I don't even fit in to what our family does, mainly cause I'm not even allowed to do it! So, why am I here? To sit around and watch each day go by. I'm useless."

"Sweetheart, you are not useless." Dean reached out a hand, placing it on your shoulder."Yeah, then what am I?" You challenged, looking up at him.

"You're the most important person in our lives. Now, I don't care if the snot nosed kids at school don't think so, but you're the level headed, intuitive, pretty awesome glue that holds us all together." Dean explained.

"So I'm just glue?"

He looked at you blankly. "You know what I mean."

"He's right, y/n. Nothing would be the same without you. I understand school can make you feel that extra pressure. Aside from that, you're an important part of this family, whether you hunt or not." Sam gave you a small smile.

"I know, it doesn't feel the same though. I feel like I'm off to the side, existing for no reason." You caved on yourself. "Whatever, I told you it was stupid."

"It is not. You know why we can't risk you coming hunting with us right now. We also want you to have a chance at what we didn't have. And, that's a normal life." Sam explained.

"Either way, I'm not normal. I'm related to you two." You pointed out.

"Wow, thanks." Dean reacted fake insulted, making you smile a little.

"In the best ways, of course." You smiled genuinely.

"Nice save, kiddo." Dean smiled back, slowly coming over and pulling you into a side hug.

"Come on, we need you more than ever. Can't have you becoming a rogue teenager on us." Dean squeezed you into his size.

"Kay, okay, I get it." You pushed away playfully. "I won't be so closed off!"

"Please?" Sam checked.

"Yes, sorry." You let your arms fall to your side.

"No need to apologize. We just want to make sure you're okay, always. That's why we're here." Sam opened his arms, inviting you into a hug which you accepted.

The three of you walked back to the bunker. "Big tough hunters can show their emotions too y'know..." You hinted.

"Not a chance, I'm not falling into any chick flick moments." Dean said over his shoulder.

"Don't be so rigid, Dean!" You called out.

"Nope!" He confirmed. You and Sam both shook your heads.

[frogtemple]

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[frogtemple]

☆ when she returned pt. 3 ☆

summary: sam & dean haven't seen their younger sister in 6 months, they try to keep her safe from a distance, but she gets taken by demons.

word count: 1.8k

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Dean pulled into the garage and put the car in park, shutting it off. You all sat there for a solid minute, taking a much needed deep breath knowing you were all under the safe roof of the bunker.

You didn't want to move, but made the first move out of you three and got up out of the car, holding Sam's jacket close to you. You felt so exposed and ached everywhere. You didn't want to think about the last 48 hours for the time being, instead you just wanted a shower and a fresh set of comfy clothes.

Your brothers emerged from the car, grabbing their things so they could follow after you. You could feel a sense of awkward tension in the air, you knew they probably didn't know how to approach you at the moment. After not seeing you in person for six months, and now you were here after getting dragged back into danger.

Dean followed you through the bunker to your room. He set down the duffel you had packed for yourself on your bed. "I uh, Sam grabbed this for you... from your car." He paused. "Don't worry, we'll go and get your car back." You nodded, not saying a word.

"Sweetheart, you gonna be okay?" Dean asked as he saw you headed for the bathroom. "Yeah, I'll be good." You said suddenly, maybe a little too much cheer. You could see your brothers gazes back and forth in the car, unwanted guilt flooded over and you didn't want them to worry too much at the moment.

"Okay.... well, I'll be here. And uh... we should take a look at those wounds after you get cleaned up." Dean spoke cautiously, not wanting to upset you in any way.

You shut the bathroom door, not having the energy to respond. You turned on a hot shower, it stung your open wounds like a bitch but felt so refreshing at the same time. A weirdly perfect mix of pain and solace. You found yourself standing in the water stream for a bit too long. Finally snapping out of it, you finished and wrapped a towel around yourself, shuffling back to your room to find a folded set of comfy clothes laid out for you. Your bed was made with fresh sheets and blankets, it looked so inviting right now being so tired. You changed into your sleep shorts and oversized tee, then peeling the blanket back on your bed. You nestled in, finally feeling a bit of peace and safety again in your somewhat 'childhood bedroom'. It didn't take long before you dozed off to sleep.

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Dean came back to check on you, seeing your door was cracked open, he knocked lightly before slowly pushing the door. He stopped and sighed heavily, seeing you already curled up in bed passed out. He took a seat at your desk chair, propping his feet up on the desk. Sam trailed behind not too long after Dean, sighing with some relief when he saw you asleep.

"I should really take care of your arm." Sam noted the gash down Dean's bicep.

"Nah. Later." He shrugged it off.

Silence filled the room, both sets of eyes watching you. "What are we gonna do about the one that got away?" Dean asked.

"Shhh! I don't think we shou-"

"Relax, she's passed out for sure. And, as much as I don't want her to know, she should. Or else she's definitely gonna find out on her own."

Sam nodded in agreement. "I dunno. It could be anywhere by now, probably waiting for us to come looking for it so it can strike again." He grew angry just thinking about it.

Sam and Dean went on discussing the demon situation and how they were going to track it down. They also discussed you. Not knowing how you'd feel about it when you found out. Sam went off to take a shower and make some dinner, Dean stayed in your room. He wanted to keep a close eye on you after everything. He couldn't risk losing you again. You were asleep for maybe an hour and a half before you started having a nightmare. You abruptly sprung up out of your sleep, gasping loudly.

You breathed as you saw you were in your room, looking over and seeing Dean sitting at your desk. He lowered his feet that were resting and stood up, taking a seat in front of you at the edge of your bed. "I'm fine." You breathed out, knowing he'd probably ask if you were okay, trying to beat him to it.

"No you're not.... But, that's okay."

You shot him the smallest smile. "Like I said earlier... I need to check you out, make sure you don't need a hospital...." He trailed off, not wanting to pry, but growing concerned as he saw the cut on your arm beginning to bleed again. You followed his gaze to it, lowered your head and nodded.

"Stay here, I'll be right back." Dean left and returned moments later with the whole first aid brigade. You stared down at your hands, slowly recalling everything that happened as he was going through the supplies. Dean looked up at you with his eyes.

"How're you holdin' up?" He tried. You shrugged. You felt like you wanted to cry about it, but it was like it was stuck, like you were in shock. "Can I see...?" Dean gestured to your hand. You returned from your zone and held it towards him. He gently held your wrist, examining the giant burn gash that started at the base of your middle finger and crossed all the way to the edge of your palm. You didn't mean to but you subconsciously tensed up. Dean's already loose grip, loosened more.

You winced as Dean did what he could for hand, cleaning up the rest. Other than that, you didn't have any other life threatening injuries, just heavily bruised from being kicked, punched, and knocked around. You were sore almost everywhere.

"I know, I know, I got it. Should heal just fine after we get you some antibiotics and some burn stuff." Dean tried to lighten the mood. You then noticed the open wound on your brother's arm.

"You're hurt..." You pointed out, grabbing some gauze.

"Oh, yeah, it's alright baby don't worry about me, I'm okay." Dean dismissed.

"No, you're not. But that's okay." You said his line back to him. Dean scoffed with a smile. You rolled up his sleeve and cleaned off all the dried up blood from his skin. "Y'know, just because I'm in pain doesn't mean you should ignore your own." You said. Something about this moment of care for Dean made him realize how much he missed you, and how it wasn't the same without you here. He missed the subtle warmth of care and steadiness you held towards them both, and just how much your uplifting presence filled a gap in their everyday. That had been missing for the last 6 months, not too long, but long enough to notice now that it was back.

"You know this needs stitches, right?" You asked. "Yeah, most likely, I know." Dean gave in.

Sam flashed his head in the doorway, fully appearing through the door once he saw you two up.

"See, I told you you needed that arm looked at." Sam lightly sassed, as he saw you stitching it up with gentle care, trying your best with your injured hand. You smiled up at him in agreement.

As you started to stitch Dean's arm up, he decided to tell you about the demon, he hoped better sooner than later. "We want you to stay here, maybe a little bit longer than we initially said." He started.

"Why? I mean, I kinda get it, but you guys killed them all. Should be okay now, right?" You looked up at your brothers. Their faces said it all. They both flashed sad and guilty.

"Right?" you waited.

"One of them got away." Dean put it simply.

Sam saw your expression change. You looked alarmed, tense, angry.

"We're sorry, bug. I.... I wish it wasn't the case." Sam apologized.

You knew it wasn't their faults, you didn't want them to beat themselves up over it, but damn that terrified you if you weren't already. The demon that does all this to you- your family, gets away? Dean saw the tears forming in your eyes.

"Y/n...."

You shook your head, trying to will the tears away. You didn't want to make a big deal about it right now. It was exhausting just thinking about what happened and you wanted to enjoy the peace and downtime you had right now. You didn't care if they knew the torture you went through, you just did not want to hear yourself feel it again.

"I want you to get some rest. We'll talk more about this tomorrow." Dean gathered the first aid supplies, You nodded.

"We're here for you y/n/n... and we're not gonna stop til we find that thing." Sam came over, reassuring you with a soft smile.

You watched as both brothers retreated to their rooms. Deep down, you wanted one of them to stay, feeling like an open target in an empty room. You didn't feel okay yet.

Pulling back the covers, you tried to lull into a peaceful state of sleep. Tossing and turning, heart beat at a slow race. You kept turning over and looking at the clock, watching hour after hour pass. You fell asleep eventually around 2 am. All was well until a nightmare started to invade your mind. Splices of memories flashed before your eyes in an abrupt manner. You kept seeing his devilish smile, that deadly look in his eyes with every glance, trying to stare into your soul. An uncomfortable pit filled your stomach, you then shot up out of your sleep. You slightly relaxed after scanning the room for danger, looking over at the clock to see that not much time had passed. You huffed out a breath, feeling frustrated that you couldn't even escape your pain in your sleep.

That's when a voice made you almost jump out of your skin. "Hello dear y/n."

Eyes then locked to the figure standing behind your bedroom door. "Seems I still have some business to attend to with you all." He leaned out of the shadows, revealing the demon that got away.

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[frogtemple]

☆ when she returned pt. 2 ☆

summary: sam & dean haven't seen their younger sister in 6 months, they try to keep her safe from a distance, but she gets taken by demons.

word count: 2.6k

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As soon as you saw black eyes, you knew you were screwed. The first thought that came to your mind was your brothers, hoping they would notice soon enough and come find you, but how? You had nothing tracking your current location, and you had no idea where the hell you were.

"Okay, well, I don't know what you want, but whatever it is, I probably can't help." You responded to the demon, attempting a reasonable approach.

"No problem at all. You've already done half your part! As easy as it was to find you, it'll be just as easy to find Sam and Dean. You'll bring them right to me... After all, I know how much they just hate to see their little munchkin in trouble." The demon teased.

You rolled your eyes, trying not to let it get to you. "See... I don't think you'll be able to keep that tough act up for long." He sneered, coming closer to you and started walking circles.

"Cause someone still has to play the other half of their part..."

"Other half?" You questioned.

"What. You think we're just gonna take you and that's it? Course, we have to wait for the other two Winchester's to show up, so.... why not have ourselves a little bit of entertainment." The demon smiled, looking you up and down. The other two demons that were guarding the door started coming closer to you, one of them shut the door. Your stomach dropped, the look in their eyes towards you made you feel sick.

You backed away further until you hit a wall. Your breathing picked up as you watched one of them reach into their pocket, unveiling a knife and switching it open. They all lunged at you before you could make a move.

You kicked, screamed, thrashed around trying to break free but couldn't with the death grip they had on you. You tried to fight, doing everything you could, but eventually grew tired with the amount of force that was on top of you.

The first wave of pain you felt was a blade being pushed through your palm, coming out the other side and pinning your hand to the wall. They stopped, shoving you to the ground. You inched away into one corner of the room, cradling the shreds of injury all over your hand.

You shrugged your jacket off to use as a tourniquet for your hand. "Unh uh, no, we won't be having any of that." The demon snarled as he yanked the jacket away, tearing it apart before tossing it across the room in a fit of rage. "And one more just to be safe." He approached, using the same bloodied knife to tear your shirt off your torso. "We won't have you becoming resourceful now, will we?" He smiled down at you. You looked up through blurred vision, starting to feel the effects of the blood loss.

"But, tragically we do have to stop that bleeding. Can't have our new toy crapping out after just one use!" He announced. One of the other demons came back in the room holding a bright orange, glowing piece of steel. You inched away, knowing that piece of rebar was searing hot, at least a thousand degrees. The demon in front of you grabbed your wrist, halting your movement. And with that, let the rebar be brought down upon your hand, cauterizing the wound with an exaggerated burn.

"Now if you think it'll just be your hand, and that's it? Well, you're truly going to be in for it. Just you wait and see." He taunted as you lost consciousness, falling to the floor.

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Sam turned the keys to your car to shut it off, closing the driver door and running a frustrated hand through his hair. "Where... where are we even gonna find her, Dean? She could be anywhere."

Dean started pacing again, this time around the impala. He wanted to get in and drive right to you. "I dunno, Sammy. Not a good feeling. Not..." He couldn't finish, feeling sick to his stomach with rage and panic.

"You saw... Sammy, you saw how violent and blood thirsty those demons were. For all we know, y/n could already be dead by now."

"I know..." Sam paused, letting Dean's words sink in.

"But, I dunno. It doesn't seem like them to just kill y/n. Sure, they'll kill randomly all the time, kill what's in their way if there's no purpose behind it." Sam thought out loud.

"Okayyy! And your point PLEASE!" Dean growled, growing impatient.

"My guess, is they're gonna keep her somewhere until we show up. That's what they want, right? She's most likely okay, you know how they like to wait these things out." Sam explained.

Dean's features softened just a tad bit, trying to find hope in this situation. "Right, but like you said... she could be anywhere."

Sam looked around the cornfields that surrounded them, glancing ahead at all of the open land and spread apart farmhouses. "Abandoned houses!" Sam shouted, rushing towards the car. He had Dean get in and started listing off roads where he's seen abandoned farms. Noting how its such easy seclusion. Dean turned around and sped off towards the first one Sam directed him towards.

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When you woke up, you were still in the basement. Although there were no windows, there had to be light leaking in somewhere. The lighting had changed significantly and it grew colder, you knew it had to be nightfall. You started to shiver, looking down at your exposed form, wanting to cover up. You glanced around the floor at your torn clothes, planning to go grab a salvaged piece of fabric to wrap around your hand. When you sat up, your arms were stopped, stuck somehow. You turned to look and saw that your motions were now halted by metal cuffs around your wrists.

As you were analyzing the space, you heard the footsteps coming back and lowered yourself to the ground in a panic. The same demon that greeted you before opened the door, with only one of his friends with him this time.

The demon looked down at you, laughing to himself. "I wish you could see how pathetic you look right now." He let out a joyful groan. "We should've done this sooner! Can I just say, you are making some great leverage right now."

He lowered himself down to your level, slowly revealing a blade in his hand. You avoided eye contact, not wanting to look at pure evil any longer. You were exhausted and just wanted to be left alone, but you knew that wasn't going to happen. "Awh, getting a little bit shy, are we? Let's just see how much you can really take." He taunted before slicing open the skin on your arm. You only winced, shutting your eyes and inhaling sharply.

"Oh, y/n, y/n, y/n... you can let the tough guard down, it won't do you much anyways. But... soon here, I'll be getting everything I want out of you Winchester's blood and screams. So, let's hear it."

They cut, bruised, kicked at you. Earning screams and obscenities from your mouth until you couldn't hold your head up anymore. Slumped over with only the support beam to lean against, you turned to the side and spit out blood. You glanced up at the demon who had a smirk draped across his face. He kept on talking but it sounded muffled, you tried to keep your eyes open but it proved to be impossible in that moment. The demon spat at you before pocketing his blade and leaving the room once again, leaving you unconscious.

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"If this isn't the one, I'm gonna lose my fucking mind." Dean said as he and Sam pulled up to the third abandoned farmhouse, within a 10 mile span of where your car was found. The last two houses obviously fell short, no sign of you or demons. Both men climbed out of the impala, checking their weapons before approaching the farmhouse. It had been over 24 hours since you went missing and was approaching nightfall again. Sam and Dean both swept the entire house and barn out back. Sam pinched the bridge of his nose after looking through the last room and not finding anything. Dean caught up to him and stopped when he saw the look on Sam's face. "Anything?" He raised his eyebrows. Sam shook his head 'no'. Dean's head dropped in anguish as he stormed out of the house.

Sam quickly followed after Dean, trying to keep any ounce of peace that they had, trying to hold onto hope that they'd find you. The air was starting to feel tense with anger, and then their eyes both fell on it at the same time. A storm shelter on the side of the house. The brothers exchanged looks before rushing over and breaking the padlock that was kept around the door. They flung the doors aside and stared down the staircase before going in, one after the other.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, both men jumped. The doors to the storm shelter slamming shut behind them had them startled. That wasn't a good sign, that meant the demons knew they were there. Sam and Dean couldn't give in just yet. They continued down the open hallway, noting the number of doors leading to closed off rooms. "She's gotta be behind one of these doors." Sam whispered. Unfortunately, his out loud thought caught the demons attention right away.

"Well, you're right on the money with that, Sam." A demon popped up right in front of them. "Hello, Dean.... Sam. We've been waiting for you both." A smile grew upon his lips. He flung the weapons out of their hands. "Now the fun can finally begin!"

The demons captured Sam and Dean, throwing them into a room and restraining them with handcuffs. "See, I would separate you two, but knowing your sneaky style, it's best I keep an eye on both of you at once." He spoke up, once both men were unable to lunge at them.

"Where's y/n." Sam asked, rather demanded.

The 3 demons looked at each other in unison with devious expressions. "What have you done with her!" Dean shouted.

He laughed, "Oh, what have we not done with her. I'll let your imagination run wild with that note, but we did work on trying to break down that tough, rigid wall you two have drilled into her."

"I swear, you lay another fugly finger on her and I'll-"

"Too late!" He cut off Dean, letting out a low laugh. Sam looked away, trying to blink way angry tears. Dean stood tense, facing the demon, not afraid to lock eyes with it.

"Ahhh, so that's enough. Now let's start with you, shall we? I'd like to make this nice and slow. Maybe you'll think about all the pain you caused us, while I cause you the same pain." He turned to Dean, grabbing a hold of his arm and plunging a short blade into his bicep, dragging it down. Dean grimaced at the sting. More wounds were inflicted onto Dean before turning to Sam, going about the same methods of torture.

"Go check on the girl. I'll finish up our work here." He spoke to the other two demons guarding the door. In the midst of trying to think of a plan, both of them had almost felt screwed. Dean's eye then caught a loose link on his cuffs. He waited until the demon was focused on Sam before working to get it unlinked. As soon as Dean's arms were free, he turned to the pile of old bricks in the corner. Picking up two, one was thrown at the demons head, the other he brought smashing down on the links to Sam's cuffs. "Look out, Sam!"

Both men were now free, struggling to keep the demon down and distracted, not wanting to give it a chance to use his abilities. After wrestling with the demon for a while, it started to expel black smoke from it's vessel, escaping through the cracks.

"Damn it!" Dean shouted.

"No time, let's go." Sam helped him up.

After prying the door open, they found and collected their weapons from the ground. The other two demons must have heard the commotion and emerged from one of the rooms. It was a rough back and forth fight, but the Winchester boys finally put the two demons down. Although, one had escaped- to their disappointment they knew they'd have to deal with it later. Once they knew the coast was clear, Dean rushed to the door they saw the demons come out of Sam fished for the handcuff key in their pockets to get his cuffs off.

You had woke up to a bunch of slamming and banging sounds. Exhausted and a little out of it, you tried to ignore it but it kept getting louder. You wanted to think it was Sam and Dean, hoping they had finally found you, but didn't want to get your hopes up for nothing. The noise stopped, you started to shiver, the cement floors of the basement felt unmistakably colder than before. That's when you noticed your jeans were missing, leaving your skin more exposed to the nipping cold air. 'when did that happen?' you thought, feeling the environment becoming more intolerable as the minutes dragged on. The demon's two sidekicks came in to check and see if you were still alive, but did nothing but laugh and taunt.

"Looking real tough their 'Winchester'"

"Yeah, why don't you give us a show, huh?"

"Hmm, got anything else to say? No? .... Yep, that's what I thought." He spat.

It went on for a while until you heard commotion again. The two demons exchanged a look and departed. You deflated, relieved to be left alone again until there was banging at the door. You stayed still, not knowing what was trying to get in. The door eventually gave, sending Sam toppling through the door.

Sam and Dean's eyes fell on their sister after breaking down the door. "Y/n! y/n! Oh my god." Sam breathed out, rushing over to you. Dean was about to as well until he took in your appearance. Seeing the lack of clothing, cuts and bruises all over you. Clothes scattered and blood spattered all over the place. A newfound energy and adrenaline spiked in you once you saw your brothers.

"Sammy!" You cried out. "Get t-these fucking things off me!" You held up your wrists, motioning to the cuffs. "Please, get em' off now!" You pleaded, not wanting to spend another second in that position. Sam fidgeted with shaky hands as he hurried with the key to the cuffs, releasing you into his arms. "It's okay, it's okay. I got you now, shhh." Sam whispered as he lifted you up. He could feel your whole body tense as you hyperventilated.

Sam took off his jacket rather quickly, wrapping it around your shivering form. You gratefully accepted, holding it tight and nuzzling into it.

Sam glanced over at his brother who looked around in shock. Dean was at a loss for words, not wanting to imagine what had happened to you in here, and swearing to end the demon who did it. Dean finally snapped out of it and guided everyone out. Sam carefully placed you down on the back seat of the impala.

He gently closed the door, the brothers settled in the front seat.

"How far is the hospital?" Dean broke the silence, starting up baby.

"No! Please no, just take me home. I wanna go home." You whined breathlessly from the backseat.

"Yeah, Dean. Besides, we're not safe yet." Sam did his best to keep his voice low, hinting that the last demon is still out there. "We can't take you home yet kiddo, the bunker is the safest bet right now." Sam told you apologetically.

"That's what I said, just take me home... to the bunker." Your voice broke. Having to move around your whole life, the one place you've stayed the longest was the bunker. If anywhere was home to you, it was there. Sam and Dean gave each other sympathetic looks before heading in the direction of the bunker.

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[frogtemple]

☆ when she returned ☆

summary: sam & dean haven't seen their younger sister in 6 months, they try to keep her safe from a distance, but she gets taken and they have to track her down before something bad happens.

Sam & Dean Winchester x sister!reader

word count: 1.6k

You never thought you'd be in a situation like this. You always tried your hardest to be aware of your surroundings, always aware of what you carried on your person in case self defense was needed, always making sure to keep your phone charged so your location remained live. It was always a conscious effort with you, especially knowing what was out there, lurking in the shadows.

One night you let your guard down. One night. That was all it took. Now you found yourself handcuffed to an old support beam, barely clothed, freezing and left for dead.

But here's where you were before it all happened.

You are 22 years old, fresh out of college and living on your own. You would've gone back to live with your two older brothers in the men of letters bunker, but after a lot of back and forth discussions, you decided you wanted to venture out on your own. It was truly for the best. Being Sam and Dean's half sister, you were sucked into the hunting life against your will. John, your father, had a short term relationship with your mother who ended up passing away when you were 8. By that time, John had already been dead a few years, so Dean was the one who answered your call from one of John's old phones.

From there, it was decided that you go live with your 'Uncle Bobby' being that it was the safest option. Sam and Dean felt for you in all that you'd been through, but neither of them wanted to watch your younger self be raised in the same pattern that they were, if they could help it. That worked out well, until Bobby was killed, and then you had no where else to go but with your brothers. So ultimately, you ended up in the hunting life.

By the time you reached junior year of high school. Sam started discussing college with you. At that point, Dean's point of view was to just let you choose, you had been exposed to hunting either way. But, Sam wanted to give you whatever chance you had to live a normal life. After graduating college, you decided to keep going with that chance, even knowing there was still a risk you could get pulled back into the life. After all, you were a Winchester.

So, here you were, living your chance at 'normal'. It was all still surreal to you, thinking Dean would have the last say and make you come back to living with him and Sam. But, you learned to find your grown up voice and stated that you wanted to continue living on your own. You could take care of yourself, you'd been a trained hunter thanks to your brothers.

Or so you thought. Sitting here on the floor, handcuffed, unable to move, you were unsure of that now.

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Of course you still kept in touch with your brothers. Communication would be up and down, depending on what kind of hunts they had on radar. Usually they'd let you know if there was a dangerous hunt in progress so you could keep your distance. The less you were around danger, the less likely you'd get snatched up. Anyways, you were going about your week, like any other week. You picked up your ringing phone to see Dean's contact, happily swiping the answer bar.

"Hey Dean! What's up?" You answered in a cheerful voice.

"Y/n? Hey, uh, how're you holdin' up?"

"I'm good, just got off work actually."

"Ok great, look... I think you should come stay with us in the bunker for a few days." Dean's tone of voice changed. It sounded like more of a demand than an invitation. In the past 6 months that you've been living on your own, not once has either of your brothers asked you to come stay with them.

"Why? Dean, what's going on?" Concern started to lace it's way into your voice.

"Look, everything is okay. But... we're hunting some rogue demons right now that want blood. Not just any blood, ours." Dean explained over the phone as you started heading home.

"Why, what do they want?" You asked, growing concerned.

"Well, we haven't exactly done right by any demons ya know? I guess some of them that are on Lucifer's side got some plans stirring in the pot that we're trying to figure out, and it seems they want us out of the way in order to do so."

"We'll let you know as soon as we know more, but for now, please come stay here. It's safer." Sam called out from the background.

"Um, okay. Let me stop at home and grab a few things befo-"

"No. No time, it'd be best if you come straight here. You still got some of your things here, right?" Dean was stern. He was normally stern, but you could tell this was seriously bad.

"Well, I'm about to pull up to my place, I promise I'll make it quick and head right over."

"Alright, fine. Just... please call me after you're on the way." Dean huffed.

"I will, promise."

You exchanged goodbyes, and were pulling up to your apartment building. Rushing inside, you dug for a duffel bag in your closet and started tossing your things inside. You did a double check before locking up your apartment. You swung your duffel over to the passenger seat and kicked your car into gear, ready to head to the bunker.

You were about 15 minutes into the 30 minute back roads drive when you smelled it. Sulfur. So pungent out of nowhere. Your hunting instincts kicked in, sharpening your senses to your current surroundings. You pulled over to the shoulder and put the car in park. You sat there in silence for a few seconds, looking around the car. Nothing/no one in the backseat, you even got out and checked the trunk, never knowing who could be watching or following you. You opened the driver door, about to get back in when you saw it. Yellow powder scattered along your passenger side window sill.

You inhaled a sharp breath in shock, but before you could let it out, something snatched you from behind. You didn’t even see it coming.

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“Dean, I’m sure she’s almost here.” Sam watched his brother pace back and forth around the war room. He was actually trying to calm his brother down for both of their sakes. In reality, Sam was just as worried.

"No way. She promised she'd call me. It's only a 30 minute drive from her place. She should be here by now, it's been over an hour." Dean took out his phone, dialing your number. He let it ring all the way through until he got a voicemail. He rang your phone one more time, no answer. "Alright." Dean grabbed his jacket and walked swiftly towards the garage.

Sam sighed, getting up from his seat in the library, following after Dean. "Where are we even gonna go looking? We don't know where she is..." Sam trailed off.

"Yeah we do. Check her phone." Dean motioned to Sam. You always left your location on and it was constantly being shared with your brothers, just in case. The two men ducked into the impala as Sam pulled up your location. "Uh, 45 minutes ago on county line road." He read aloud.

Dean started the car, pulling out of the garage, both brothers thought to themselves. If your car broke down, you'd be answering your phone or probably calling them. There was no other logical scenario at this point. "They've got her." Dean stated angrily before speeding off down the two lane road.

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You started to wake up slowly and immediately felt the unfamiliarity of your surroundings, feeling sick with fear, you opened your eyes. It looked like you were in a basement. Cold cement floors, the scent of mold, the musty air, dirt and debris scattered throughout. You started to remember the events of what you were doing before you somehow ended up here. "They got me." You thought to yourself, next resorting to checking your pockets. "Oh no. No, no, no, no." patting your clothes and not feeling your phone, wallet, knife, mace, keys. Absolutely, nothing. Great.

You stood up, rushing to the only exit in sight, which was a large heavy looking door. You gripped the handle and tried pushing the door when pulling it didn't work. The door rattled loudly, making you cringe, feeling like you were giving away your position. A few moments after you tried the door, you heard footsteps echoing on the other side of the door. You backed away from the door, trying to remain confident but felt like crumbling inside. It had been a while since you were in any kind of danger. You heard a bunch of clicks behind the door before it creaked open, revealing 3 men who came into the room one by one.

"Hello y/n." One of the guys said.

"Uh, do I know you?" You said, trying to put some tough into your voice, but it didn't quite sound how you planned it.

"Maybe not, but my god do we know you!" The man let out energetically, followed by his eyes flashing black.

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"There she is!" Dean announced as he saw your car on the side of the road ahead. He pulled over on the opposite side of the road, they both rushed over to your car, which was still running, but you were already gone.

"Fuck!!." Dean yelled after searching the whole car, not finding you. His heart started racing, looking over at Sam. He looked back just as worried.

Sam glanced at your duffel in the passenger seat. He reached over the driver seat to grab it, noting the items on top (phone, wallet, knife) and then he saw it.

"Hey, Dean...." Sam called out in worry. Dean walked up behind him and locked eyes with what his brother was motioning to. Sulfur.

"That's not good." Sam shook his head.

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[frogtemple]

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[frogtemple]

☆ behind me ☆

word count: 2.5k

Sam & Dean Winchester x sister!reader

summary: Sam & Dean's little sister runs away, they have to find her and figure out why.

The clock read 3:50 am, the sky was dark with a subtle glow radiating from the moon, which highlighted the outlines of the clouds scattered about.

This was it, this was your day. You were running away.

The air felt crisp on this early Tuesday morning. You hated Tuesdays, something about them following a dreadful Monday, but not quite close to the end of the week yet. Maybe you could run away from Tuesdays while you were at it.

You'd been planning this for a bit, hasn't been long though- partially planned, partially on impulse. You weren't sure why you wanted to run away, you just know that you did. You were 16 years old, middle of high school. For most girls, this was such an exciting time in their lives- going to prom, getting their license, hoping to get asked out on dates, friends... For you, it never felt like that.

Of course, it was the fact that you were raised in the hunting life. Your upbringing was anything but normal, losing both parents at such a young age and having been raised by your older brothers. Despite your tough circumstances, you'd like to think you had it decent. You always tried to see the good among the bad, and be grateful. Sam and Dean always did their best to make sure you had everything you needed- clothes, food, shelter, schooling, free time, and protection most of all. Besides these things, you never felt quite right. As much as you went to your brothers for a lot of things, sometimes you just thought they wouldn't understand. You felt suffocated by everything lately, and you just wanted to get out.

You knew both Sam or Dean were light sleepers, and they'd jerk awake at any sudden sound or movement. So you waited a while, waited for a night that was an excuse to celebrate, an excuse for celebratory drinks. The boys had just put a stop to a string of long connecting hunts, it felt never ending until now. They hit the bar that evening, leaving you alone in the motel room.

Sometimes it got old, but at times it was nice to enjoy some peace and quiet. This time, you used your moment to finish packing your bag. Once the boys got home, you played it cool, acting like your normal self until they went to bed. Boom, passed out drunk.

Now you were sure they wouldn't hear you leaving, being in such a deep sleep. Just in case, you left your stuff in the bathroom under the sink and snuck out the window.

You emerged into the cold night, unsure of your next move, but sure you were getting out of here. There was of course that little part of you that felt guilty for how Sam and Dean would react. You knew they'd be worried sick, add a mixture of anger in there too. But you were confident in the skills you've gained from them, to be able to do alright on your own. And with that, you set off into the night.

༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻

Sam was the first one to wake up later that morning, Dean was still passed the hell out- he did have one crazy night. Sam sat up, expecting you to either have fallen asleep next to him, or on the couch. You were in neither of those places. He saw the bathroom door closed and assumed you were already up and in there.

He stumbled into the kitchen, beginning to make a pot of coffee for him and his brother. He waited around 10-15 minutes to see if you'd come out, but never did. If anything, it was a little too quiet. He cautiously approached the frayed wooden door, softly knocking a few times.

"Y/n? You in there?" After not hearing any sound.

"I'm coming in, okay?" He turned the knob, only to find it was stuck. It was locked. Now he really started to panic, shaking the doorknob hastily. He pushed his entire body weight towards the frame, it didn't take much for the door to give.

Dean finally awoke at the pounding noises from Sam, squinting around the room slowly, clearly still hungover.

Sam noticed the bathroom window open all the way, and how the cold infiltrated the small space. His eyes widened with terror before turning around, stopping in his tracks when he noticed a note taped to the mirror.

'Please don't worry, I'm alright. You don't have to come looking, I will come back when I'm ready.'

"Dean!!"

"What! what. What time is it?" He groggily whined.

"Time to go." Sam quickly let out, beginning to pack their things.

"Why. What's got you in such a hurry?"

"Y/n is gone." He bluntly stated.

Something arose in Dean that quickly made him forget about his hangover. "What do you mean, gone?" He stood up from the bed.

"Gone, Dean. Like, gone. Bathroom windows open, she left a note." Sam shook it in his grasp while continuing to pack. Dean snatched it from him, giving it a read.

"Shit. Alright, let's go."

༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻

You were able to make it to the salvage yard by sunrise. An address that you took from the boys list of contacts and addresses. It had a bunch of used cars that were used for spare parts, most of them still being in one piece. You walked the aisles looking at cars before finding one that caught your eye, an old Ford thunderbird. It had some rust, but was still in good shape.

You worked your magic trick Dean had taught you to unlock the driver side door, hot-wired it, and took off. You weren't sure where you were headed, until you saw some signs and billboards for some state parks in Colorado. That looked good, to be able to see some mountains and big trees.

You pulled out your phone to look up some directions when you remembered the gps location on your phone. Shit, your brothers would definitely be tracking you. The only choice you had was to ditch the phone, which you almost did. But, Sam wasn't the only one good at hacking. You pulled over real quick and were able to disable the gps tracker while still keeping your phone on.

"Maybe I should've gone on a solo trip a long time ago." you smiled to yourself.

༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻

"What do you mean you can't track her?!" Dean grew annoyed from the drivers seat.

"I don't know!" Sam was getting flustered. "The last known location was spotted around Dodge City, I can't get a current ping on her phone." Sam was beginning to think you smashed it.

"Damnit! She probably stopped by the yard and picked up a car." Dean realized. With your location off and possibly traveling by car, it would be harder to find you.

Sam sighed heavily. "I just don't get it. Why she'd up and leave like that. It's so not like her."

"We're gonna find out."

༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻

You had enough driving for the day and figured you were far enough away from running into the boys. You pulled into a motel and got a room for the night. The night was nice, you hadn't ever really had the feeling of being on your own much. No responsibility of having to tag along with Sam and Dean, no hunt on queue. Sure, you still had to be careful, but you weren't planning on going venturing out into the night.

You spent the night with some take out and a movie in your room, enjoying your privacy and peace and quiet. You slept like a baby, not remembering the last time you slept so good.

The next morning, you were up and at em, packing your things and getting ready to go see some scenic views. Ready to put each town behind you one by one.

༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻

Sam and Dean had also stopped that night at a motel to get some sleep, recharge and figure out a way to track their sister down. Normally, Dean was not a morning person, but with his sister missing he didn't get much sleep. It was bright and early, he was returning from picking up coffee for Sam and himself. He couldn't help but admire the pretty red weathered thunderbird in the parking lot.

A realization struck him as he rushed back to his room. "Sam, do you have the number for the used car yard in Dodge?" Dean rushed in, forgetting about their coffees and bombarding Sam.

"Think so, why?"

"We gotta call and ask which of their cars have gone missing, if any." He hurried. Sam flipped through pages and took his phone out when he found it. Sam dialed and talked to the office manager who did happen to have one car missing from yesterday.

"He said a red Ford thunderbird."

Dean's eyes widened and pushed the curtains out of his way, shocked to see it was gone. He opened the door, rushing out to the parking lot, then to the motel office.

"Hey, do you know who was driving that red thunderbird?" Dean asked the front desk man.

"Sorry man, just started my shift. Who's askin'..."

Dean paused, thinking for a moment. "A very worried father." He put a sorrowful hand to his heart.

The man looked down at the guest book, flipping a page. "I could give you a name. Do any of these sound like your daughter?" He began to read off a list of names, the guest list from last night.

"Alanis Singer"

'Shit' He thought, Dean knew that as one of your aliases. One of your favorite singers and Bobby's last name. He tossed a quick 'thanks' before rushing out.

༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻

You spent almost all day at the state park. You walked one of the trails that passed some of the near mountains. It was so cool being able to see the snow on the tips of the peaks in the beginning of spring. The smell of pine trees encompassed the fresh air around you. Something about the vast miles of nature and the pure fact that you were alone settled something in your core.

It wasn't often, actually never that you got time like this to feel free, no stress of running away from death, no constant shadow over your shoulder.

After your walk, you found a lookout point to park you car, you sat outside near it while writing in your journal. The sun was going to set soon, so you figured this would be a beautiful area to end your day before heading to another motel. Your journal looked almost identical to John's, except it was a dark maroon color. Sam gifted it to you for your 13th birthday, he wanted you to be able to document things. Anything really, but you think he just wanted you to be able to have an outlet to jot things down in case you didn't want to talk to them. You thought it was a little cheesy at first, but you came around to the idea, especially in a moment like this.

You took in every minute of this day, these moments, not knowing how soon it would end. You knew your brothers would find you eventually. You just didn't think it would be today.

"Care to explain yourself, missy?" A voice made you jump.

"Are you serious?! How the hell did you find me?" You quickly grew angry. All of the time spent reaching a state of peace today just got thrown out in two seconds.

"You might've stumped me with the phone, but you forgot about traffic cams." Sam gave a pitied smirk.

"rrrgghhh, well you came out here for nothing, because I'm leaving." You hurried to try and get back in the your car when Sam stepped in front of the door.

"Sam, seriously stop. I'm not in the mood." You warned.

"Y/n/n, why are you doing this? Whatever it is, help us understand." He tried his words.

"So, you didn't read my note, huh?" You sassed.

"Sure did, doesn't explain why you just up and left in the middle of the night." Dean spoke.

"Fine, I'll come home with you guys, if you promise to forget this ever happened." You tried storming past them but were stopped by Dean's grip.

"Stop! Let go of me!" You shouted, Dean stepped back in surprise, not used to seeing you act out like this.

"Sweetheart, what is going on?" He asked half saddened, half raged.

"Ugh! It's nothing. Can we just go, if you're gonna make me..." You urged.

"No! You had us worried, and made us drive a state over to find you. You are our responsibility, you can't just disappear!" Dean spiraled.

"Maybe I want to disappear!!" you shouted, earning silence out of the two.

"What do you mean, bug?" Sam asked softly.

You tried your best to speak strong, holding back frustrated tears that threatened to come falling out. "I don't know..." you thought you've never sounded smaller in your life. You knew your brothers were looking at you with those sad, confused eyes. You didn't dare look up yet, but neither were saying anything which meant you had to explain.

"I just... never feel comfortable. We're always running from something, there's always a threat, even when there's not. Even when we have downtime, it's like, something always feels unsettling."

"y/n..."

"It scares me. But I know I'm not supposed to be."

"Sweetheart, it's okay to be scared. I know, your life isn't typical. A lot is asked of you. It's okay if you're overwhelmed." Sam reassured.

"It's not just that, Sam. When will it ever end? I keep searching for something to look to for hope and I can't." You deflate.

"Well, it's sort of a part of growing up. Things aren't as easily sugar coated anymore." Dean came in.

"I think what Dean's trying to say..." Sam eyed him. "Is that, there comes times like this where everything feels hopeless. We just have to start finding our own reasons to keep up hope, or else, we'll just lose it."

"That's kind of what I was trying to do here..." You glanced off into the tree line.

"You know what keeps me going?" Dean asked you.

"What?" You looked up at him finally, curious to finally hear his heartfelt side come out.

"You. And, Sammy of course." Dean nudged, you hid a soft smile.

"Seriously, without you guys... I wouldn't have much to keep me going. So, you just gotta find those things to keep you going. Even if it's small." Dean said.

"I guess."

"Look, maybe it can be too much at times. If you ever feel like you need to get a break- like this one, or... possibly let you go stay with Jody, or Bobby once in a while, we can do that." Sam suggested. "Overall, think you do a hell of a job handling what you do at your age. Most 16 year olds sweat the small stuff, so, remember your strength too. You're capable of handling a lot more than you think." Sam finished.

"Yeah. I guess I'm pretty cool."

Your brothers laughed a bit, happy to see their sister come down from this. "Alright, so chick flick over? Did we get the first breakdown out of the way?" Dean joked.

"Okay, don't get too cocky." You pointed. "I still want to enjoy my peace in driving this car back.

"Back to the scrap yard, not back with us....right?" Sam justified.

"Damn it!"

[frogtemple]

☆ find your way ☆

word count: 4.5k

Sam & Dean Winchester x platonic!reader

summary: the winchester's case leads them to one of John's old hunting friends, who's daughter gets dragged into the hunt.

disclaimers: mentions of death, wounds, human remains

The sun was shining bright through out the town, creating a beautiful glistening light upon the tulips in front of the funeral home. The weather couldn't be more perfect, despite the unfortunate events that occurred days before. It didn't quite fit the mood, but couldn't help but uplift the spirits of those who had lost a loved one.

Sam and Dean emerged from the impala, parked across the street. Sam's brows scrunched together, gazing at the family members trailing in the entrance of the funeral home.

"You really think this is a good idea? Interviewing the family at the wake?"

"There isn't another way that wouldn't raise any red flags. Besides, Chip was a friend of Dad's. So, at least this time we're going off of something credible."

Sam took a deep breath, silently agreeing and following his brother into the building. The two men glanced around the room, taking note of the details. Closed casket for one, knowing something vicious had to have gone after Chip's body - a ghoul.

The brothers were in town investigating a string of deaths, each victim being related to a hunter, a hunter themselves, a family member - etc.

Sam and Dean hadn't known any of the others personally, except for Chip. John had worked a case here many years ago and ran into Chip's family. In his journal, he describes them giving him a safe place to stay while he tied up all the loose ends of the hunt. Chip ended up saving John's life. They were among those that had fallen into the hunting life.

"So, where should we start- ooh!" Dean's gaze caught sigh of an hors d'oeuvres table. Sam yanked his collar back, sending him stumbling a few steps back. "Can we focus here? This is serious."

Dean huffed, and with that pin pointed Chip's brother in the middle of the room, surrounded by most of the family who were offering their condolences.

"Uh, Randy?" Sam asked, the man turning around after dismissing his conversation. "Yeah?"

"Hi, uh we're really sorry for your loss. Chip was a good friend of our father's." Sam spoke softly.

Dean noticed the slight confusion in Randy's expression. "Oh, uh I'm Dean, this is my brother Sam."

"Winchester? There's no way..." Sam and Dean looked at each other with slight bewilderment.

"Sorry, uhm yeah! I've heard about you two. If I remember correctly, it was John who was a good friend of ours. We helped each other out a few times back in the day." Randy pointed out.

"Yep, that's him." Dean nodded slowly, not expecting a rather positive interaction.

"Wow, well how nice it is to finally meet you both." Randy exclaimed. Sam released the tension he felt from walking in initially, satisfied the interaction was going well so far.

"Again, we're so sorry for your loss. I wish we were meeting on better circumstances." Sam added politely.

Randy let out a big sigh before looking around the room. "Yeah, well... You know how it is." His voice became low. "This was the life he was apart of, and he went out swingin' so..."

"Right. So, what exactly happened?" Sam matched his emotion, not wanting to come off too strong. Randy gestured for the two to go somewhere more private. The three made there way outside the viewing room where Randy began to describe the ghouls that had made their way back into town. Chip had disappeared from his bed one night, they ended up finding his remains two days later. It was in a hole in the ground in some woods nearby. He isn't sure if they're the same ones John helped them fight long ago, or different. All he knew is that the victim pattern seemed to be going after people with ties to the hunting life.

"Who in your family knows about, or is connected to hunting?" Dean asked, wanting to get a number on how many people could potentially be on a ghouls radar.

"Well, my wife-" Randy pointed her out in the crowd. "She's known since we've been married. Uh, my son, who unfortunately couldn't make it here. He's away at college right now in St. Louis... and then my daughter." Randy looks around the room and spots his daughter, lifting his chin as a gesture. "There, that's y/n. She's in college as well, but more local."

Both brothers eyes spot y/n seated in a chair near the corner of the room, gazing out a window. "So both your kids know about... what's out there? How do they feel about the whole thing?" Dean pushed.

"Ah, well. It ain't easy, I'll tell ya that much." Randy let out a light laugh, not meaning it to be funny though. "Hunting is pretty rooted in our family timeline, a couple of the cousins here also know about it. It was pretty hard keeping it a secret while they were growing up, so eventually it just had to come up."

"I think we can understand what that's like." Sam gave a sympathetic smile.

"Yes, um. Anyways, I should go talk to the rest of the bunch. If you'll excuse me... it was very nice to meet you both!" Randy nodded as he flooded back into the crowd of family.

"You as well, sir!" Dean returned. "Well, I think now I deserve some apps..." Dean half chuckled as he made his way towards the small appetizer table. "You do that, I'm gonna go talk to the girl." Sam rolled his eyes.

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Going to the wake, you anticipated everyone wanting to talk to you about your uncle. You put on the best face you could while everyone in the family apologized and told you how sorry they were. You knew they meant well, you just weren't in the talking mood. Finally, once you found a good breaking point, you wandered away from the crowd of your family and sat near the windows. You had a pile of emotions bubbling up inside you. Feeling bad for the way your uncle went out, wanting to find whatever it was that killed him and get rid of it. At the same time, you wish you had no part of it, wishing he had passed away under normal circumstances so you could mourn normally. Your father decided to not tell you or your brother about any details of the monster yet, he wanted to give you time. If anything, it was just making you more impatient and anxious.

You were lost in thought, looking out the window at the lilac bush when you saw out of your peripherals- the figure of a towering man walking towards you. You looked up, confused to see you didn't know the man.

"Hi, y/n?" The man asked, sounded like he most likely knew you were.

"Yeah. Who are you?" you heard the words fall out of your mouth and did not mean for them to sound that rude. You were just feeling a little fed up.

"-Sorry, I didn't mean to sound so... mean." your expression flattened.

"No worries, I'm Sam. Sam Winchester, uh I came with my brother to pay our respects."

Your stare lingered on him for a moment. "Winchester? Like John Winchester? are you related?"

"Yes, actually. John was my father."

"Was...?" You asked, seeing Sam's tight bit lip expression. "I'm so sorry to hear that, I-I didn't know."

"No, it's okay. It was a long time ago."

"It's nice to meet you." Sam seemed nice, you had only heard about the Winchesters' through stories your dad and uncle had told you. Apparently they'd saved their lives once, helped a lot here and there. It was nice to know there was good people like that in the world, especially if they understood the hunting life.

"Likewise." Sam smiled back. "So, were you and your uncle close?"

"Pretty close, yeah. He and my dad had a good relationship as well, gonna miss seeing the two of them together….. just hate he had to go out like that.” You shook your head, only being able to picture what condition your uncle was left in.

“Like what?”

“My dad didn’t tell you?” You asked, shouldn’t the Winchesters be in the loop of some sort?

“No, he didn’t say much. I understand though, today is…” Sam trailed off.

You looked around before making your voice quieter. “I don’t know much. My dad hasn’t told me what it is yet, says he wants us to have time, whatever that means. All he said was my uncle Chip went missing from his bed… home alone, doors locked, no sign of forced entry. Just vanished. Then they found him in the woods.”

Sam took in the information, nodding occasionally. “I’m sorry.” He simply said. You shook your head, not needing another sympathy card today. “It’s alright."

Dean found Sam and made his way over, approaching behind his shoulder and giving him an over exaggerated pat. "Hey, you gotta try the pretzel bites." you could tell this guy was just finishing up chewing his snack. You held back a small huff of a laugh.

"Y/n, this is my brother, Dean. Dean this is y/n, Randy's daughter."

"Hey, nice to meet you." Dean smirked.

"You too... seem to be enjoying the apps." you stated jokingly. Dean shrugged, Sam rolled his eyes. He thanked you for your time and guided Dean away. And that was pretty much the end of that interaction.

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Later that night, you found yourself falling asleep on the couch in the living room when your dad walked in. He of course asked how you were doing, to which you replied 'fine'. He asked you about the wake and you both talked about moments you had with family individually. You brought up Sam and Dean, saying how you remembered your dad mentioning John Winchester. You heard about his sons, but it baffled you how you never met them until now.

Your dad eventually went to bed. You stayed on the couch, feeling too comfortable to move and fell asleep.

You woke up later that night to the dog scratching at the door. He was making grunting noises like he was frustrated. You sat up, looking over your shoulder through the living room threshold at Benny, the family lab. You looked over at the lamp you never turned off, and searched for your cellphone to check the time. Benny's demanding sounds grew heavier, you sighed and got up to open the door for him to go outside.

You leaned against the frame, closing your eyes, wanting to go back to sleep when Benny started barking. You glared out the window, trying to scan the front yard for a possible distraction, or threat. It was pitch black, you tried squinting to adjust. With no luck, you slipped on your shoes and walked out onto the porch.

Benny continued to bark. You cringed, not wanting the rest of the house to wake up. "Benny, what are you barking at?!" You whisper shouted at him. You huffed and went to get a hold of his collar when he whined and started to back away. "Buddy, what're you doin'?" you started to say as he ran off. Before you could make another move, you felt something grab you from behind and drag you away from your house.

You struggled against the attacker, reaching for anything to get leverage. You started to scream out for your family, but the attacker grabbed a hold of your throat, cutting off your air and your chance to alert someone. And just like that you were gone.

Randy awoke to the dog barking like crazy. He normally wouldn't be this loud in the middle of the night. He rose up from bed, seeing his wife stir from the movement. He made way downstairs to find the front door open, screen door separating Benny from the inside of the house.

"Benny? Hey bud, what's going on?" He cautiously opened the door. The dog jumped inside and circled around the living room in nervous motions. Randy's eyes widened when he realized, and rushed over to the living room to find you were missing from the couch. He quickly ran around the whole house searching and calling your name. Finally, he ran out to the porch, looking off onto their property.

"Y/N??!!!!!!"

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"Are you serious?" Sam gasped into the phone, grabbing Dean's attention. He stood up, mouthing and motioning to Sam to tell him what was going on.

"Okay, yeah. We'll be on the lookout, don't worry." Sam finished before saying goodbye and hanging up.

"What did he want?" Dean asked eagerly, knowing it was Randy.

"Y/n is missing." Dean brushed his hand over his scruffy chin in disbelief. "Randy said he woke up to the dog barking, y/n fell asleep on the couch. The front door was open and the dog was outside...."

"Did he check the whole house?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, even the outside property. Nothing." Sam said with small defeat in his voice.

"Well what about the underground holes found in those woods? Where Chip was found... That's gotta be something." Dean suggested.

Sam shrugged his shoulders. "It's the only lead we've got, but it makes sense. The pattern of the killings is consistent enough to that location, and it's within a 10 mile radius of the victims homes."

"It's worth the shot then, let's go." Dean didn't waste time grabbing his jacket and heading to the trunk of the impala.

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You felt like you were being dragged forever through the cold dirt in the night. Your view was hindered, and couldn't quite see what took you. Eventually, the moon you kept your view on started to become blocked by numerous trees, and then you were falling. Whatever took you, pushed you downwards until you hit the hard ground beneath you. After the impact, you tried standing up on shaky legs but before you could straighten your knees, something grabbed you again and began to drag you further into the dark. You were tossed around like a ragdoll before landing on the ground again. Whatever took you retreated, and you were left in a weird looking underground room.

The walls were stone, covered in moss and dirt. It was nearly impossible to see with how dark it was, and there were no windows. You tried to gather your bearings, standing up and feeling around the walls to try and find a way out. There was a moment where you tripped over something and almost fell over, so you leaned down to see what it was. You felt around, feeling something hard and gritty, there were different shapes and pieces of this thing. Then, you felt a round shape, and felt a pattern that was a little too recognizable.

You let out a scream, immediately dropping hold of the skull you realized you picked up. You had tripped over a set of bones. You backed up to the wall, terrified of not knowing your fate. Underground? Bones? What was this thing. You were kicking your father for not telling you what creature took your uncle.

That was when you heard some noises, they were coming closer and you cursed at yourself for screaming. You wanted to look around for something to defend yourself but you couldn't see a damn thing. The noises grew closer until you knew the thing was in the same vicinity as you. And then, you saw a face that you could only recognize as your uncle.

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Dean pulled the car up to the dead end road that stopped at the tree line of the woods. The brothers emerged from the car, gathering their machetes and guns and other backups.

"I just don't understand, it's a forest... not a graveyard." Dean mumbled in confusion.

"Actually it was... so get this. It was the site of a bunch of graves, dating back to the 18th century. Though, it wasn't a formal cemetery, more of a piece of land for paupers graves. That's why there's no headstones or markers of any kind." Sam explained as they walked their way through the woods.

Dean then halfway tripped and fell into a hole in the ground. He looked up at Sam, who was shining his flashlight down at the ground where he fell. "But there were holes everywhere... they just, should be filled." He noted.

Dean shot him a 'really?" face and shined his flashlight around the underground pit. "Looks like there's a string of tunnels." He looked back up at Sam. "You comin'?"

"Don't really have a choice." Sam huffed.

Once Sam and Dean were both underground, they made way down one of the tunnels. They were pretty small, so the two tall men had to crouch slightly, getting dirt in their face and hair when they forgot about the height and tried to stand up all the way. Dean noticed some shadows in the corners of the tunnels, directing his light, it revealed human remains. Some were old while others were recent, ranging different stages of decomposition.

He scrunched his nose. "That's.... somewhat of a sign."

All of a sudden, the two men heard a shrill scream break the cold silence. "You think that could be y/n?"

"It has to be."

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You were somehow face to face with your uncle. Your dead uncle...

Except the look in his eyes wasn't quite right. You were finally able to put two and two together. 'It's gotta be ghouls' you thought.

"y/n/n, it's so good to see you again. I thought I was alone." Chip breathed out heavily.

You knew ghouls didn't keep their food around, that couldn't be your uncle Chip. They already found his body, he was already gone. The ghoul embodying your uncle crept closer to you, you backed away instinctively.

"We need to get out of here... uncle Chip." You said hesitantly, trying to go along with it. It was the best approach you could think of considering you didn't have any weapons.

"What's the rush? We're safe down here. Now we can at least be together." He smiled.

"Well, don't you want to be with the rest of the family? What about, your brother..." you tried to convince it.

"Oh, don't worry. They'll all be joining us soon."

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"These just lead to dead ends. It's like there's nothing else down here." Sam said in frustration. Dean kept shining his light around, looking for anything out of the ordinary. He then tripped over a piece of stone sticking out of the dirt, falling into the dirt wall which caved slightly under his weight.

"You alright?" Sam went to help him up when he noticed the tunnel extended behind the dirt.

"Dude, look! C'mon." He gestured.

Both slowed their steps and killed their flashlights when they heard voices. They peeked around a corner to see y/n backed into a wall, and what had to be a ghoul taking on the form of someone. They had to act quick.

"HEY!" Sam shouted.

The ghoul whipped around, making him hiss an expression at both men. With the attention on the Winchester's, y/n slowly moved away, trying not to make noise and attract attention back onto her. Sam and Dean were both going at the ghoul, y/n backed away further from the fight and lingered further in the tunnel.

Sam and Dean had a good hold on the fight, each swinging their machetes with every chance they had, until Dean's gun fell out of his back pocket. Sam noticed and kicked it away before the ghoul could reach it. That's when a second ghoul tumbled out of the dirt behind the first one. The brothers stood back in shock, Dean went full swing trying to overwhelm the both of them.

Sam turned around, seeing if y/n was anywhere near. You were a few feet behind them watching this all unfold.

"Y/n RUN!!" Sam shouted. You didn't hesitate and turned on your heels to bolt out of there. What no one noticed was the second ghoul picking up Dean's gun, aiming it forwards and pulling the trigger.

A shot rang out and rushed through the tunnel, unfortunately the bullet imbedded itself in the back of your shoulder. You stumbled forwards at the impact, letting out a short whimper. You didn't let it stop you from running out of there.

Sam and Dean continued to fight off the ghouls, now eager to stop this fight knowing there could be more hiding in the tunnels, a risk of endangering you further. You kept running and turning corners until you found a pocket of light. You ran to the light and looked up at the dead end. It was a hole in the ground that led back up to the woods. You looked behind you, scared that another one of those things would soon be following close behind. You didn't have a choice and mustered up every ounce of strength you could to climb the cold packed dirt. You felt winded, almost losing your grip close to the top, but you were able to pull yourself out of the ground. You were relieved to breath fresh air again, and stood up to make further ground. You got far enough away from the hole before collapsing against a tree, lowering yourself.

The adrenaline finally wore off and you could feel the pain radiating in your shoulder. You winced at yourself trying to place a touch on the wound and tried holding it in. You had experienced being on some hunts before, having to strike or fire at something. You'd just never been in the direct line of fire, it was always your dad and uncle putting themselves in front of your family, and more people for that matter. Sam and Dean had just done that for you, and you ran off. Granted, Sam told you to, but now some slight guilt lingered, you hoped they were okay.

Soon you heard your name. "Y/n... y/n??!!"

"I'm up here!" You shouted back. Moments later, you saw Sam emerge from the ground, he then turned around and helped Dean up.

Sam looked around until his eyes landed on you. "Hey! Hey kid, you okay?" He looked over you all concerned.

"Yeah, are you guys okay? Did you get them all?" You breathed out, trying to block out the pain.

"Yup. If there were more, they definitely would've come out by now. We took care of it, so there shouldn't be any other hunters going missing now." Dean reassured you.

You nodded, squinting your eyes as you stood up. "Uh, I kind of got hit back there." Your voice broke slightly, bringing your reach up to your shoulder.

"What?!" Dean flicked his light on and looked over your shoulder. "It's alright, we can fix this. C'mon." He motioned as he guided you and Sam to their car.

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Back at the Winchester's motel room, they unpackaged a bunch of first aid equipment. You sat at the edge of one of the beds, feeling uneasy about letting them fix your bullet wound.

"Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, I know why we can't just show up at a hospital without faking a story, but...."

"It's alright. I promise. Sam's got the steadiest hand when it comes to this kind of thing. We've had to do this more than once." Dean tried to be as casual as possible, hoping to keep a calm atmosphere.

"Can I-" Sam walked over with some supplies and a pair of scissors.

You looked at him startled. "What?"

"I just need to cut the back of your shirt, so I can see it." He spoke very slow and cautious. You nodded, taking a deep breath.

"Sucks, cus I liked this shirt."

"Well, remember not to wear your favorite outfits on hunting trips." Dean joked.

You would've said a snarky remark back, but didn't have the energy. "Are you ready? This is gonna hurt." Sam broke the bad news.

You paused before shaking your head. "No." came out quieter than you anticipated. You were trying not to break down in front of these tough guys that you had just met. Having the Winchester name sounded like a flex, hearing all the stories from your family. You didn't want to make things awkward with your emotions. You didn't know them that well, but it felt like they weren't like that. They seemed very serious and straight to the point.

Dean pulled one of the chairs over and sat in front of you. "Here." he simply stated, offering out his hand. Wow, did he just read you right there, but you weren't going to question it. You gave him a soft smile and gladly accepted it.

Dean nodded at Sam, giving him the green light. You growled through gritted teeth as Sam began to fish out the bullet. You were squeezing the color out of Dean's one hand with both of yours, but somehow he didn't seem to mind. "I know kid, I know." he soothed.

You dropped your head low, trying your hardest not to move. Your rough-ish exterior coming close to breaking. "How much longer?!" You struggled.

"I almost got it, you're doing great." Sam praised.

Suddenly, relief. You looked to the side to see Sam holding a bullet in a pair of tweezers. "See, look at that. Hardest part's over."

You breathed out in relief. "Shoot." Dean said. "What?" you asked nervously. "Nothin, just remembered I should make a call." Dean pulled out his phone and put it to his ear after dialing.

"Hey, Randy."

"Dad?" You looked up. Dean held up a finger in a 'wait' motion.

"Yeah we got her.... She's fine, just a little banged up."

You raised your eyebrows in anticipation. "Think she wants to talk to you." Dean finally handed you the phone.

"Dad? Hey. Yeah, I'm fine. Sam is helping patch me up... don't worry. I'll be home soon, ok?" "K, love you." You handed the phone back to Dean, he finished up his conversation.

"I'm gonna start stitching. You okay?" Sam checked in. You gave him a weak 'yes'

Dean furrowed his brows, he could tell something was up. "Seems like somethin's bothering you, and it's not just the bullet wound."

You looked up at him in surprise, one that caught you off guard. "No way you just read that from my face." You fired.

"Maybe I did... Been doin' this for a long time y'know."

You sighed. "That's the thing. I don't think I want to do this for a long time... Hunting?" You specified.

"Well, who says you have to?" Sam asked. You cringed as he laced another stitch.

"No one, really. I just feel that since it's how I was brought up, that's all I'll ever be meant to do. I just wish I didn't have to feel so... tense all the time, like something is always gonna happen."

You noticed Dean and Sam share a sorrowful look. You didn't understand it. "Look, we understand more than anyone, how you feel. As much hardship hunting brings, you are apart of something really special, getting to know about the other side of things... it helps a lot of people. But that doesn't mean you have to do it." Dean stated.

You looked up at him, feeling a sense of hope that emerged from your gut, like it's been waiting to come out for some time. "My uncle always said no matter how hard you try to stay away from this life, it will always come back to you somehow. Guess he was right..."

"That's not necessarily true. You're always going to be more aware than others with what's out there, it just means you gotta be more careful. Just, don't let it stop you from living the life you want to live." Sam added.

You felt a true smile attempting to plaster its way on your lips, looking up at the brothers. "You guys are nice." you said softly. You normally don't spill your thoughts like this, felt kind of nice and embarrassing at the same time. "Thanks."

"Sure, kid." Dean nodded.

"Either way, you're one tough little hunter. You're all set." Sam started bandaging your wound.

"Wow. I'm never doing that again." You huffed. Both men errupted a small laugh.

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pairings: winchester brothers x sister!reader (reader pov)

summary: you thought you had put the hunting life behind you, but family doesn't end there. **angst and swearing**

word count: 3k

I got out. I never thought I would.

As the youngest in my family, I had a lot to look up to as far as influence. Unfortunately my father wasn't around much to influence me, and neither was my mother as she died when I was young. So most of that came from my trusty big brothers, two very different, but similar in ways- personalities.

No matter how old I get, I'll always be Dean's little princess. I have him to thank for my rugged wild side, yet strong values. I'd like to think I've softened him up a lot. On the other hand, Sam's given me that intellectual, forward thinking mindset. He's always pushed me to feel happy being myself and make smart choices. Mix those two together and you get me... Winchester #3

Growing up in the hunting life was strange, but I never realized how strange it really was until I got to college... Yes, I went to college. I was scared shitless to go, it was such an unfamiliar goal for me since school was never something that was consistent with my life. I was constantly switching schools and being pulled out to be homeschooled just to be thrown right back in again. So on and so forth. But despite that, I actually enjoyed school. Besides the mean little terrors that some children could be, it was a form of an escape to me.

Sam was obviously on the convincing side, having gone to college before. Dean could have cared less, well, he cared- just not so much about the college part. "You do whatever you feel is right with your life. You have every opportunity to decide." He would always remind me. I could tell it saddened him to say it sometimes, knowing he never got the chance to do things I did, even if they weren't extraordinary. I knew he just always yearned for something normal- despite his jokes about it.

I went on to major in journalism. Thinking back, I've always loved writing. I'd always have a notebook with me on long car rides through multiple states, in boring old motels while Sam and Dean were hunting, at lunch or recess when I'd have no one to talk to. I was always writing something, stories mainly. Consisting of dreams on my mind that I'd transfer onto paper. Let's just say, college solidified my decision of wanting to lead a normal life, away from hunting. Which I never thought was possible. Both my brothers reminded me in their own ways that no matter how far I tried to hide, there could always be something wanting to draw me back in, inhabiting the Winchester bloodline and all. It always scared me, but I didn't want to give up what I could do with my freedom.

I scored a job at a publishing company after completing an internship there. So I was set, straight out of graduating college. After that, I made one of the hardest decisions of my life. I basically chose to distance myself from my brothers. Being out of state for college got me used to being on my own, but my job ended up being out of state as well. And... I knew if I wanted to leave the hunter's life behind, I'd have to leave the hunters behind too.

Sam saw it coming eventually, but he was still a bit in denial. Dean, well... Dean wasn't too happy.

"What? So you're just gonna leave? Just like that." He threw his arms up in the air. I stood there still with the last bag in my grip that I had packed. On the inside my blood was boiling, heart racing at my older brother's sharp tone.

"It's not like I'm never gonna see you guys again! You know how it is. I can't run the risk of having trouble follow me."

"Face it, y/n. You're a Winchester, it's always gonna follow you! Sooner or later, you'll have to see that." Dean let out bluntly.

"Coming from the guy that always told me I could lead the life I wanted to? Yeah, clearly you meant it." I sassed.

"You can, I just- being on your own... If something happens, and I can't be there..."

"Well, what about the last 4 years of college. I was able to take care of myself just fine." I justified.

"That was temporary, and we were only a hour away-"

"Oh, so you just can't handle the fact that this isn't temporary anymore, huh?" I sneered. Dean went quiet, I didn't expect him to choke but he did. I nailed his fear right on the money and he couldn't admit it.

"Look, I need this. I need to do this for myself. You guys mean the world to me, but-"

"No. Leave it... I don't wanna hear it." Dean interrupted.

His dismissive attitude struck me, I had been doing a good job at holding it in up until this point. Tears pricked at my eyes, I abruptly turned around and started up the stairs. "You leave now, don't even think about coming back!" His voice shook. I paused my stride, hearing the breaking behind all the anger in his voice. I looked up towards Dean, he turned his back to me, fists rested on the table in front of him. All I saw was Sam looking back at me with the upmost care and sorrow laced in his brows, having to witness the fight. "Goodbye, Sam." I said before retreating, and hearing the bunker door shut for the last time.

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It's been 3 years since I've seen my brothers. It feels like a different lifetime now, but at the same time, not at all. I talked with Sam once, maybe a month after I left, ever since then, I haven't spoken to either of them.

It's not that I didn't want to see or speak to them, I love them with all I have. I just don't know what to say. I don't really blame Dean for reacting the way he did, but it was blown out of proportion. I wish sometimes I could just show up, go back to the bunker in surprise. But I can't, I have my own life now.

I met someone a month after leaving the bunker. So, we've been together for 3 years at this point. We have a little place together about 3 hours away from my brothers. I've been promoted at my job, and work really well with the people there. It's not perfect, we have our struggles, but I'm happy. I wouldn't change anything.

I guess I've gotten so comfortable that I didn't notice anything "out of the ordinary" happening around. I had to find out the hard way.

I was out to lunch with a few of my colleagues when it happened. We were enjoying some time outside of the office after finishing a ton of work for our latest project when I looked up and saw two familiar faces looking down at me. I had to do a double take. It was Sam and Dean, standing there wearing long coats, looking pretty dapper and serious.

"Hey, y/n." Sam breathed out nervously. "Can we uh... talk for a sec?" He smiled softly. I looked at him in utter shock. My eyes then found Dean's which were much more complicated. He looked tense, some worry crossed his features, and he looked a bit sad too. He looked like he didn't know how to feel, but neither did I.

"Um. No, I'm kinda busy right now." I said politely, but with a bit of snark in my tone.

"This is pretty important, think you can take a minute?" Dean replied almost immediately.

"Y/n, do you know these guys?" One of my co-workers asked, confused as hell and slightly annoyed at the intrusion.

"Y-yeah, kinda. Uh, now's not really a good time. Maybe chat later." I said, starting to feel flustered.

"Or, we can chat now." Dean sassed as he pulled up a chair and sat down next to me as if he was joining our lunch.

"Dean..." Sam warned.

"Sam, I'd say family is one of the most important things, wouldn't you?" Dean looked back at Sam, then back at me, flashing a sarcastic smirk. I was staring daggers back at him, not having his sarcasm right now.

I didn't want to lose my cool in front of my team, so I- "I'm sorry guys, either we gotta cut this lunch short, or I gotta take off early."

"Everything alright?" One of them asked.

"Yeah, just some pressing family matters I've been avoiding." I shot a fake smile back at both men.

"That's okay y/n, we can wrap it up."

"Yeah, we can continue this back at the office."

I let out a grateful breath on the fact that my team was catching on a bit to the awkward tension, maybe even sensing I felt a little uncomfortable. We gathered our things and started to depart to the car we all took here.

"Y/n...." Sam tried putting his hand on my shoulder as we were walking out, I quickly shrugged it off. "No.... m'sorry." I looked back before leaving. I caught sight of the impala on the way out, pausing for a moment to take in the car that I missed so dearly.

Sam sighed in defeat, he looked back at Dean before going back to the impala. "Nice going."

"What? I didn't-"

"Dude, seriously. Not now..."

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After that, I couldn't focus for the rest of the day. It was honestly a little embarrassing, having them come out of no where like that, and in front of people who know nothing about that part of my life. I quickly conjured up some family excuse once the questions flooded in. I was walking to my car at the end of the day, about to go home when I got a call. It was Sam.

So much of my being didn't want to answer him after the little stunt they pulled today, but, Sam was always the more reasonable one. I guessed I'd give him a chance to explain before I jumped to conclusions.

"Hi."

"Y/n? Hey, I'm-"

"Is Dean there?"

"No, it's just me." I could hear the slight hesitation.

"Are you on speaker?" there was a small pause. Sam on the other end took the phone off speaker in front of Dean and walked out of the room. "No, you're all good. Listen, I just want to apologize."

"Yeah, that was quite some shit you two pulled back there. What the hell, Sam? Why'd you just show up out of nowhere?!"

"Y/n, something's going on. We really need to talk to you."

"So talk."

Sam breathed out heavily. "I can't. It's not safe. Um, we'd actually like for you to... maybe come to the bunker?"

"No. Absolutely not." I said instantly. "I have a life here now. I'm not just gonna drop everything to drive 3 hours because you guys are struggling with a case."

"Y/n, this is not just a case. It's more than that." The tone of Sam's voice shifted immensely. Something was up.

"Sam, I can't."

"Then, we're gonna have to keep bothering you. Y/n, remember what Dean said? It's always gonna follow you. Somehow, someway..."

"How could I forget." I stopped. I couldn't think of anything else to say, but I knew Sam was right. If something was happening to the point of them coming all the way out to see me, they weren't gonna leave me alone until we reconciled.

"Y/n? You still there?"

"Oh, yeah. Look, I'll see you in about 3 hours." I gave in.

Sam felt a weight lift off his shoulders. "Great, drive safe bug. We'll see you soon."

That nickname brought a flood of thoughts. I hung up and sat still in the drivers seat. "Oh my god, what am I about to do."

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I hated that I was doing what I was doing, but they were right. Something was bound to happen at some point, just didn't expect it to happen so soon. I just wanted to get it over with.

Unfortunately I lied to my boyfriend, well, half lied. I told him I had a family emergency, sparing the details for now. Looks like that part of my life might have to find out.

The 3 hour drive to the bunker felt so long, I don't know how my brothers just did that today, twice, just to drag me back into this. I keep thinking how this better be worth it. During the drive, I tried to reason with my feelings towards my brothers, but I was doing fine. Now all of a sudden things come up and disturb the little peace I had going, it was hard to not be upset.

I pulled into the familiar garage. I stood outside the entrance door for what felt like 20 minutes before I finally got the courage to enter.

The sound of my boots echoing off the high ceilings as they came in contact with the stairs flooded my mind with familiarity. I took in the smell of old books, hints of Dean's cologne in the air, a faint metallic smell that I could almost taste. All the memories of my life in the bunker practically hit me in the face all at once, it gave me a warm and comforting feeling. Something I haven't truly felt since I left for school.

My moment was well interrupted once I was greeted by Sam, and saw Dean standing not too far from him, looking like he was ready to go off. I then recalled the last argument we had before I left, and the anger took its place in my heart.

"Hey, y/n." Sam spoke softly, wavering cautiously around my fragile emotional state.

I paused, taking in the both of them. I used to see these two men every day of my life, and now it was almost- foreign, in a way to not have seen them like that lately.

"Why?" "Why did you have to swoop in like this." I started.

"You didn't really give us a choice." Dean spoke up to my surprise.

"You could've called..." I retorted.

"And what's the chance you would've answered? You haven't answered a call, or text- in, I dunno. 3 years?!" I could hear the annoyance in his tone.

"You told me not to come back! If you don't want me here, then why would I expect you to want to talk to me?" I raised my voice slightly but tried to remain calm. I knew this would happen as soon as I came back. The flood gates would open and Dean and I would have to pick up where we left off. Sam expected it too, he stood quietly in the middle of us, just in case things got too loud.

"That's not what I meant." Dean recoiled in defense.

"Meant it or not, you said it." I crossed my arms. Dean fell silent.

Sam took the chance to start explaining what was going on. "Anyway-"

"And what the hell was that earlier? Showing up out of no where! Interjecting yourselves into my personal life?!"

"Y/n, we're your family..." Sam started.

"But that doesn't give you the right- ugh!" I shouted in frustration. "I was trying to keep certain people away from knowing about this part of my past. I had to lie to my boyfriend tonight to come here. He doesn't even know-"

"Hold on. Boyfriend?" Dean interrupted.

"Yeah, Dean. Boyfriend, holy shit, it's crazy, wow." I went on.

"Don't get a fucking attitude with me. We're just trying to protect you!"

"Shut up! All that protecting nonsense. I get it, I really do! But you're not gonna be able to be there to hold my hand through every. single. step. I'm not a little girl anymore." I paused, seeing the sorrow pass through Dean's gaze.

"I thought that, maybe that distance I chose would have helped you realize... never mind."

"No. No, don't you dare assume that I don't know all that. Hell, I know you're grown, and that you need space. But don't think for a second that you can just turn your back on the people that raised you, loved you. I had to step up when dad was gone all the time. I had to step up to take care you Sam, and then you. I didn't ask to, but I never questioned it because I loved you!"

There it was. It all came out.

In all the years I've grown up knowing Dean, I'd never heard him spill like that. It took me leaving for him to show how afraid he was to lose me, after almost going through it with Sam. I remember how that felt.

"Dean. I'm sorry. I- I didn't know."

"Yeah, well. I'm sorry too." He quietly said.

"I guess, I just didn't see how-"

"Nah, no, it's alright. It's just a little off, without you here kid, ya know?" I could tell he was trying to play off the sappy moment he felt coming on so I cut it short.

"Trust me, I know. Not a day has gone by where I don't think about you guys." I turned to Sam, he flashed me a smile in return, happy this was all finally blowing over.

Dean and I naturally drifted closer to each other as the tension fell flat, I was now standing close enough to throw my arms around his torso, into a hug that I didn't know I'd been longing for since the day I left.

"I love you." I whispered into his chest. I felt him deflate, letting the anger leave him.

"I know." He replied. I broke the hug and looked back up at him, satisfied to finally see us both smiling again. I then turned to Sam and gave him the hug he solely deserved as well.

"We're happy you're back, bug."

"Me too." "So, what's got you guys so on edge?" I then asked, bringing up the case at hand.

"Oh no, first, you tell us about this 'boyfriend' of yours." Dean demanded.

"Dean, c'mon!"

I'm happy to say that not much has changed.

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@emailforfaltustuff request: Hi! I love your writing! I have a request. Can you write a fic where the Winchesters find out they have a sister and shes about to graduate college as a bio major. They go visit her and find out that she already knows about the supernatural and was planning on going hunting after graduation. She impresses them with her knife throwing skills or something. Maybe they attend her graduation and are super proud of her cause she's insanely smart. Thanks! Again, I love your work!

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A/N: ok sorry I literally wrote a whole damn novel for this one. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. Enjoy!

"Ok, Bobby... you sounded weird over the phone. What's up?" Dean was hanging on by a thread. Bobby had called them, urgently asking they meet him at his home. He paced around the kitchen island, biting his lip. He knew this news would be anything from what the brothers would be expecting.

Bobby let go of a heavy and abrupt breath. "Your sister might be in trouble."

Sam and Dean's faces fell as the room went on pause. "Come again?" Sam spoke.

"It has to do with the hunt we've been discussing. All those sightings in-"

"No no no, what abo- sister? We don't have a sister." Dean interrupted.

Bobby sighed heavily, leaning over the counter as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Yeah, you do." He finally looked up at them.

"Uh, would you like to further elaborate on that?" Sam sassed.

"Look, I don't want you boys to start gettin' upset now. This was your father's idea." Sam and Dean looked like they had a million questions, but held back and gave Bobby the benefit of the doubt.

"She was born back in '05 around the time that John went missing. Dean, that's when you went to get Sam from Stanford. That was part of the reason your dad left... He didn't know how to tell the both of you and ultimately decided not to. Instead of dragging another kid along into this life, he left her with the mother. Thought it was best to not interfere..."

"So he thought it was best to leave her, not knowing a damn thing about who her family is?" Dean burst out. "Where is she??"

"Dean! Let him finish." Sam nudged him in annoyance.

"Well, she's lived with her mom all this time. John didn't even want her to know about me, but, I did have to step in recently." Bobby began. "The trails of the sirens we've been following have made their way to the area y/n is in. She currently attends the university of Nebraska and they've been luring victims from the campus."

Sam couldn't help but smile. He hadn't even met his sister yet, he could barely believe it was real. But the fact that she was born a Winchester, able to grow up away from hunting and attend college like a normal kid made him feel proud. His happy moment fell as soon as he realized, that life might be coming to an end for her if this didn't go right.

"You boys need to go. Find her, and get her to the bunker, away from danger."

"Bobby, there's a million students at that school, we don't know the first thing about where she is or what she looks like..." Sam rambled.

"Here!" His voice rang through out the house. He slid over a small folder across the counter top. "I was able to track down an address, class schedule... even a photo."

Dean flipped through the folder, stopping when he saw the photo. He carefully picked it up and stared at the cheerful looking girl in the picture, with long brown hair and big doe eyes. They were green like his, he could already see the way she resembled each of them. Sam's face softened as he caught glance of the picture.

"Don't worry Bobby, we'll find her." Sam reassured.

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The impala was silent as it cruised down the road. Dean stared blankly ahead while Sam couldn't help but stare at the photograph of y/n in his pinched grasp. He wondered what kind of person she was, whether she liked school or not, if she ever wondered about her dad, what hobbies she has. So many things he wondered, but one already haunted him. Would she even believe them when they find the time to tell her the truth, would she be mad, what if she wanted nothing to do with them. Sam's thoughts were interrupted by Dean's gruff voice.

"Unbelievable." He simply stated, not much emotion behind it.

"Like, in a good way? Or..."

"Pshh, I don't even know, man. I never knew dad was.... y'know." Dean shrugged, feeling unsettled with the rest of that sentence.

"I know, it's weird to think that all happened when we were looking for him. We didn't even know." Sam agreed.

"Man, if he was here...... whooo, I'd have some things to say." Dean let out a big huff of air. Sam nodded in response.

Dean on the other hand had a whole different plethora of thoughts running through his head. Why didn't John ever tell them, would he have ever told them if he was still alive? How could he just abandon her and her mother like that? So many things could've come after them, hurt them, killed them. Did he even care if they were safe? It seemed so irresponsible to just leave without a trace. He hoped to anything and everything that she'd be okay, no matter what was going to happen.

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Y/n woke up to the sun shining through the blinds. It was just another day. She was a senior, and only had a month left until graduation. It was an unbelievable feeling, everything really did fly by that fast. She lived in an apartment along side campus which she shared with two of her friends. College had been one of her most favorite experiences so far. Growing up, it was always just her and her mom who were closer than close. They always did everything together, up until she got sick. Losing her mother halfway through her schooling was one of the hardest things she had ever gone through, yet, it only made her increasingly motivated to finish.

There was something about today's April air that convinced y/n she needed to spend some time outside before her classes started for the day. After getting dressed and ready, she gathered her things and headed for the quad.

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Sam and Dean walked defeatedly around the campus buildings, already feeling lost as they weren't able to catch y/n at her apartment.

"How're we supposed to find her if she wasn't at her apartment. Look at how many people are around." Dean was becoming increasingly stressed.

"Relax, if we don't spot her around here somewhere, we can always just wait til' she gets back home." Sam reasoned.

"And waste a whole day?" He threw his hands down, slapping them on his sides. Sam gave a short smile towards the weird looks they were getting.

"Dude, you need to chill out, blend in a little." Sam's voice was low, already feeling slight embarrassment with his brothers short temper.

"Sam!"

"Dean, I'm serious. You need to-"

"No! Sam, look..." Dean poked his shoulder, nudging him to follow his gaze towards the center of the campus. Sam's eyes followed and finally saw it. Saw her. Their sister was sitting poised, her legs propped up along a bench nestled under the slight shade of some trees. Her focus was taken by a book, small strands of her long hair feathered around in the light wind. She looked content, intrigued by the contents of the text.

"That's her. Let's go." Dean wasted no time in swiftly walking ahead, yet not too fast. He didn't want them to look out of place.

Normally y/n would be too engrossed in her reading to notice anyone approach her, but when the presence of two tall men in blacked out suits shadowed the sun from her face, it was hard to go unnoticed.

"Uhh, hello?" y/n looked up, weary of the sudden large figures towering over her. Both men looked as if they were at a loss for words.

"Can I help you?" y/n asked, trying to sound polite but slightly annoyed at the random interruption.

"Oh, uhm... pardon. My name is Mar-"

"My name is Sam, and this is my brother Dean. We're private investigators and we were wondering if we could ask you a few quick questions." Sam blurted out. Dean gave a slight panicked look to Sam as he dropped their planned dialogue without warning.

"This is about the disappearances of those students around here, right?"

“Yeah, you uh… know anything about that?”

“Just what I’ve heard from down the grapevine. I didn’t really know any of the students personally, but they were good people, or- are good people… I hope they’re okay.” Y/n peered off into the quad.

The brothers paused, finding it a little hard to focus on asking serious questions when their sister they’ve never met before, was sitting right in front of them.

“Have you noticed anything strange, anything really… around campus?” Sam cautiously asked.

Y/n hesitated. “What do you mean by, strange?”

“Like I said, anything.” Sam confirmed.

She started. “Well, last week… I actually saw a kid out here that just dropped all his stuff and walked into the woods. It was almost robotic-like. Not sure if anyone else noticed but, no one stopped him.”

They asked which student it was before concluding their questions. “Alright, thanks for your time.” Sam gave her a small smile, then turned around to leave. Dean lagged, not feeling complete with questioning her but didn’t want to stand out, and followed Sam reluctantly. Y/n had a strange feeling. It felt like these guys had more to say but were holding back. She thought about all the research she had done on the subject of the disappearances and the strange happenings. It all seemed crazy at first when she was able to put it all together, but nothing else made sense. The problem was telling someone else, surely no one would believe her. These guys though? Private eyes, maybe they knew something. It sounded insane in her mind, but with all the thoughts racing back and forth, she couldn’t help but blurt it out suddenly. “Do you know anything about sirens?” She gasped softly to herself, not believing that just came out of her mouth. She probably sounded like a loon. The two men stopped in their tracks and turned back.

“Did you say sirens?” The shorter one asked.

“Forget it. I’m thinking of something else.”

“What do you know about sirens.” He spoke up this time, walking back over. It didn’t sound like much of a question, more like a demand.

“Are you being serious right now?” She asked, making sure she wasn’t about to spill and risk being put away. He shrugged with a ‘I’m ready’ face. “How do I know I can trust you guys?”

“Because our job doesn’t benefit us in any way. We just try to stop catastrophe from happening. Anything you tell is steps toward stopping all this. If there’s a reward, it’s that.” Dean explained.

She took a deep breath before beginning. “I lost my mom two years ago. I grew up without a dad, so when she died, that was kind of it. But, in the stuff she left me, there was an envelope. It was a bunch of stuff about my dad and his job, which was a hunting job. It wasn’t a normal job, I had never heard of it before and I almost didn’t believe it was real. That was until the disappearances started happening.”

“So, you know about… hunting… monsters?” Sam clarified.

“Uh, what? You do too?” Y/n exclaimed.

“You have no idea.” Dean smirked.

Sam cut in. “We’re hunters, actually. We knew John Winchester and with the disappearances happening, it just kind of led us here.” He explained calm and slow. Dean bit his lip, he didn’t know why Sam was acting so bold with the situation. He wanted to take it slow, not knowing how y/n would react. He was going in the complete opposite direction right now.

y/n’s face was caught by surprise. “Wait, how do you know my dad?” Her curiosity peaked.

Sam breathed in sharply. "Because... he's our dad too."

Y/n's face dropped. What did they just say? This is a joke right? If it is, it's not funny. "You know what, I don't know who you people are... but don't bother me ever again." she gathered her things furiously. "I gotta get to class."

"Y/n, wait..." Dean called out.

Y/n angrily whipped around. "How the hell do you know my name?!" “Look, I swear, we’re not lying.” Sam tried.

“Whatever, stay away from me.” She turned around, fleeing into the crowd of students.

“Nice going.” Dean deliberately bumped into Sam as he walked away.

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Y/n rushed through her apartment after her classes were done for the day. "Hey!" her roommate and good friend greeted as she entered. "Hi." y/n stated blankly, walking past her friend who was leaned over the kitchen counter.

"You okay? What's wrong girl."

"Nothing, just had a stressful day. I'm gonna go for a walk." y/n said as she put her school stuff down. She quick changed into her running shoes and tied her hair up into a high pony. "How was your day?" she asked her friend who was currently focused on a pint of ice cream in her hands.

"It was good, just having a little snack." she giggled. "Oh hey, these two guys showed up earlier this morning. Said they were with student housing administration... they were asking for you."

Y/n was appalled, clearly they were lying to her. Private investigators, student housing admin, hunters?? Who were these guys and what was their goal. "Listen, if they show up again, call the police." she grabbed her keys.

"Wait, what? Why? What's going on?" her friend looked at her in confusion.

"I don't know, they might be following me. I'll tell you later!" she said halfway out the door.

"Y/n! Wha- okay, and you're gone."

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Y/n walked on the outskirts of campus down the bike path. She made her way to the end of the path which had a dead end leading into the woods. She did a quick check of her surroundings before taking a step off the path and into the leaves. She fidgeted with her thumbs as she walked around the trees, admiring the smell of fresh air and fall. She made sure to distance herself far enough from view, pulling out a small compact from her pocket. It was a set of throwing knives she collected from the boxes of her mother's things. She wasn't sure if they were her mom's or dad's, but she had been using them for some time now. It was a way to blow off some steam, and she enjoyed it, knowing it could come in handy.

She unsheathed the compact and found a tree to aim at. The bark was perfect, with thick and deep grooves. She twirled the blades in between her fingers, cocking her grasp back and letting it go forward. Listening to the swoosh of the blade gliding through the air and creating a satisfying thud as it lodged in between the wood of the tree. After throwing each one, she walked over to pluck them out and start again. She went a few more rounds, aiming and throwing, when a crunch of leaves startled her.

She turned around, scanning the area and spotted movement behind a tree in the distance. "Who's there!" y/n called out. She couldn't deny the presence she suddenly felt. She heard a heavy sigh, then two large figures rounded the trees from hiding.

"You two?! You are following me! Why?" y/n shouted at the brothers.

"We're just trying to tell you the truth, so we can protect you." Sam calmly assured.

"I don't need to be protected. I have no reason to believe you either, student housing!" y/n spat back.

Sam dropped his head. This wasn't off to a good start. "It's complicated..."

"Clearly...." she sassed. "Are you guys trying to kill me or something..."

"No." they said in unison. "Like we said, we want to-"

"Protect me? From what?" y/n collected her knives from the tree and started walking in the opposite direction.

"The siren sightings around here? It's gonna become worse before it gets better." Dean tried explaining, y/n continued walking and playing with her knives.

"You're pretty good at throwin' those things." Dean smiled. She turned around so fast her hair whipped around. "You've been watching me too? Cause that's not creepy..." she paused. "I'm gonna go hunting after I graduate. Figure I need some time before I settle..."

"Um, you're doing what?!" Dean raged.

"Hunting. Like what my dad did." She said like it was obvious.

"You're not going hunting, alone, period. You know nothing about hunting." Dean threw his words back.

"Who the hell do you think you are, to where you think you can tell me what to do?!" y/n yelled.

"I'm not gonna just let some kid go do one of the most dangerous things there is, by herself." Dean argued.

Y/n began to ramble off a list of reasons why this was her plan. How she never knew her dad, found out about this whole new realm of the world and wanted to see how she could help stop it. She'd been doing the research, the practice. It wasn't enough to convince either of them.

"Y/n, I don't think you understand how much there is to this." Sam chimed in.

"Well it beats studying biology." she threw another knife.

Sam paused with interest. "You study bio?"

"Yeah. But once I graduate, I don't know what I'm gonna do with it."

"You should continue..." Sam started but was stopped by y/n throwing another knife into a tree. "Damn, you really are good with those things.

"You probably get that from your dad..." Dean suggested. Y/n stopped, turning around again with anger behind her movement.

"What do you know about my dad? He left me... He left me and my mom, alone! My dad didn't give a shit about me. I'm nothing like him..."

"Listen, it wasn't right for him to leave you like he did. But he did it to protect you. There's a reason he-" Dean began, before he could finish he was startled by a knife being thrown in his direction. It merely missed his ear, flying past the side of his cartilage and landing stiff into a tree behind him. He stopped in his tracks, watching as y/n walked past him. "You don't know anything about my life. Stay away from me, cause next time... I'm calling the cops."

Dean sighed as they both watched her walk off into the distance.

y/n kept walking the other way, trying to clear her head. She kept checking over her shoulder to make sure the odd men weren't trying to keep following her. She kept going back and forth trying to make sense of the weird situation. They knew specific information, but their approach didn't feel trustworthy. It was hard to tell if they were telling the truth. She missed her mom so much. At this moment, she wished she had asked about her dad more, there wasn't much information to go off of. Each time she remembered doing so, it was often shut down.

She ended up walking for almost a half hour, it was starting to get dark. She looked up and took in the woodsy area, realizing she must have spaced out. Slight panic filled her core as she saw she was lost. "Shit." she whispered to herself. Y/n looked up at the sun setting and used the moon rising to navigate her way out. While walking back, she thought she hallucinated the sound, not sound, the voice that called out from the woods.

"y/n!"

She did a double take. Standing still, waiting to see if she heard it again.

"Y/N!!"

"Mom? ..... Mom!!?" She called out, racing a few steps forward.

"Y/n!! Help me!" her moms voice called out in the distance.

She stopped when she realized. It couldn't be her mom, she was there when she took her last breath. She wouldn't be in the middle of the woods calling for help....

'no... no, no, no, no. Damn it-' she thought. 'How could I be so stupid.' y/n took off running towards the edge of the woods. Her running was no match for the speed of the siren.

"Nooo!!!" she cried out as she was knocked down.

Sam and Dean heard the scream from the path outside the woods. They both looked at each other. "y/n!?" they took off towards the woods but saw they were too late.

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The boys managed to locate where the sirens had been hiding. Y/n was thrown in with the rest of the students that had been taken. Unfortunately, some didn't make it. The few of them that stood with y/n heard a bunch of commotion, sounding like fighting. When it all went silent, they all heard a rush of footsteps. That was when she saw Sam and Dean come into view, starting to untie her and the students around her. "You're all safe now, follow us. We'll get you out of here.

Y/n stared up at them in disbelief. They kept showing up. They saved everyone. Later on, y/n sat at the edge of an ambulance, watching as paramedics gathered the injured students. She was unharmed, thankfully. She spotted the tall brothers in the distance at the edge of the crime scene, amongst all the blinding red and blue lights. Something inside urged her to get up and go talk to them.

Sam and Dean stood there looking around, relieved the siren case was over, but their case was far from over. Just as they felt the weight of defeat, not being able to convince y/n about the life she never knew about. Their spirits felt a slight lift as they saw her approach.

"Hey." she said shyly.

"Hey." The boys said in unison. "Are you okay?" Sam asked.

She immediately felt bad. They sounded so genuine, if they had bad intentions, this all would've ended badly. She nodded. "You guys saved my life... you saved all of us. How'd you know?"

"Well, we were trying to tell yo-" Sam elbowed his snarky brother.

"Dean.... like we said, it's what we do. We, really are hunters." Sam gave her a small smile.

"And, all that stuff about my dad.... well, your dad too. Is it true?"

"Mhm. We're sorry for spilling it all out like we did. Our friend Bobby told us about you and we were worried with everything going on." Sam explained.

"Hold on, is your friend Bobby Singer by chance?" y/n crossed her arms.

"You know him?" Dean looked surprised.

"I wouldn't say I know him, but a few months ago when the students started going missing... I got a letter in the mail from a Bobby Singer. He sent me a bunch of letters my dad wrote to me, said how it looked like he meant to send them to me but never did. He also wrote me something just telling me to stay on campus and be safe."

Dean smiled to himself. "Hey, I know this is a lot, and it's been a long day. Would you want us to catch you up on everything? over a cup of coffee?"

"Yeah. I'd like that." y/n smiled.

"Good. So, I don't know if you had plans of hanging out here, but I think you oughta get home." Dean joked.

"Sure thing, I'll see you guys tomorrow." y/n started to walk.

"Well, I think it's best if we ensure you get home safe, y'know." Dean insisted on walking her home.

"I'll be okay..."

"Um, I think after everything that has happened tonight, no. We need to know that you're home safe." Dean raised his eyebrows, letting her know his seriousness.

She stood there, arms crossed but gave in within an instant. "Fine."

Once they reached the apartment, y/n opened the door and said her goodbyes. Y/n's roommate came into view, dropping what she was doing when she spotted the towering men in the doorway.

"Y/n! Do you want me to call?"

"No, Allie. It's fine. These are my brothers.."

"What now? I'm so confused."

"I'll explain in a minute. Goodnight." She turned back and smiled as she closed the door.

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Sam and Dean sat in the diner booth next to each other with y/n sitting across from them. She cupped the warm mug of coffee in her hands as the boys went over almost everything. She was able to clear up so many questions. Questions she held onto for years never knowing if she'd ever get the answers.

"Sorry if this is too much at once. I know this must be hard to take in." Sam apologized.

"No, it's alright. I've been waiting this long to know, so..."

"I think it's only fair if we ask you some questions. Now that you know pretty much everything there is to know about us." Dean let out a small laugh.

"Shoot." y/n gestured.

“So you’re studying bio, is that your major?” Sam asked.

”Yeah. I love marine biology the most, so like, studying how different organisms interact with each other, properties of the ocean. How human life impacts the ocean, there’s just so much that goes into it. I could talk about it for hours.” she cheered.

Sam looked up in awe. “I’d love to talk about it sometime.”

“Yeah, Sammy here went to Stanford.” Dean spoke up.

“Really?! What for?” y/n got excited.

“Law. But I never finished…” Sam said in a somber tone.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” y/n said.

“No, don’t be. Anyways, I think it’s great that you pursued school. I really think you should continue to do bio after school, whatever that may look like.” Sam said.

“I know you want to hunt too, but maybe hold off for now. I understand you feel like you may have missed out on that side of your life, but trust me. It’s not much, it usually ends poorly, one way or another.” Dean stated.

Y/n nodded, looking down in thought. “I understand. I just wanted to feel close to something that represented my family name. Growing up without my dad, I never really felt like a ‘Winchester’

“Well, maybe if you’re really ready one day, we’ll let you join us on a hunt.” Dean compromised. “Maybe.”

“I’ll take a maybe.” Y/n accepted.

"But, you've always been a Winchester. Whether you've felt like it or not. You're one of us. Strong, smart, resilient. Even if you weren't a Winchester, your qualities make you, you. And that in itself is amazing." Sam smiles.

"Thanks." y/n smiled back. Though her brothers came into her life very sudden, and in an unusual way. She was glad they did. It gave her a sense of peace, knowing she wasn't alone in this world. She never was. They were bound to find each other, even if it was 20 years later. Y/n finally had her family back. ☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸𖤐☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸𖤐☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸𖤐☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸𖤐☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸𖤐☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸𖤐☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸

“When is it gonna be her turn? I’m sweating under this damn baking sun.” Dean complained.

It was a month later and was y/n’s graduation day. Graduation excited her up until her mom passed. It devastated her knowing she wouldn’t have anyone there to see her cross the stage. Then she was dreading it a little bit, until she met her brothers.

“You just gotta wait, she’s towards the end, you know it’s alphabetical.” Sam shushed.

“Y/n y/m/n Winchester.” Was finally announced from the microphone.

Sam and Dean’s cheers could be heard through out the field. Y/n clearly heard and looked out into the audience with a huge smile. She shook the superintendent's hand and held up her diploma high for the photographer in the front.

After the ceremony, Sam and Dean looked over the crowd, spotting y/n with her group of friends. They awkwardly hovered as they didn't want to interrupt, until she turned back and noticed.

"Hey! You guys made it!?" She hugged the both of them.

"Of course we did! We wouldn't miss it." Sam chuckled.

"We're proud of you, kid." Dean smiles.

The thee of them wandered out of the crowd to claim a peaceful spot to talk. "I'm really happy you guys are here. I wasn't looking forward to this day for a while, cause I expected to have to do it on my own."

"We'll always be here for you, y/n." Dean responded without hesitation. "From here on out."

y/n's face turned into the biggest smile she could form, throwing her arms around Dean. Dean wasn't usually one for sappy emotion, but he couldn't deny how good it felt to reunite with the sister he never knew he had. Sam too. And they'd make up for all lost time now and forever.

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My AHS phase was certainly something

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☆ tag, you’re it ☆

anon request: I need a winchester lazer tag au ASAP

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pairings: sam & dean winchester x platonic!reader

“oh! ho ho ho yeah!! Look, Sammy... we gotta do that.” Dean nudged Sam, pointing over to the laser tag booth that came into view. It was rare that the brothers got to have any innocent fun. When Dean saw the arcade in the town they were passing through, Sam actually agreed to stop in. Neither of them could remember the last time they had been to an arcade. 

“Nah, man c’mon. Let’s go check out some of the machines first.” Sam dropped his shoulders.

“What. You scared I’m gunna beat ya?” Dean snickered.

Sam let out an annoyed breath. “No...”

“Then let’s go, chicken.” Dean smiled as he walked backwards towards the entrance. Sam threw his hands up in a ‘fine, whatever’ motion. 

Both men suited up in the laser tag vests and each grabbed a plastic gun as they stood before the worker giving instructions to the group. 

“When the lights on your vest blink twice, you’ve been hit. When the lights on your vest blink a bunch of times, then turn off, it means you are out! Please remember, no pushing or shoving. No screaming or yelling and do not go climbing anything in the arena. Game starts in 60 seconds, have fun.” He stood aside as everyone flooded into the game arena. 

“Watch your back, Sammy.” Dean taunted as he ran off into the dark. Sam shook his head, looking around at the few kids, some teenagers and young adults. He felt silly in the vest that looked too small on his large torso, yet joined the crowd in finding a spot to hide.

The first few kids were out within the first 5 minutes. Dean came into the game feeling a bit cocky, while Sam felt a little weird if he didn’t let the younger kids win. Dean came face to face with a teenage boy, holding his gun up on instinct. The kid’s reflexes were just too fast enough to catch Dean off guard in that moment as he lit up Dean’s lights. “Ey, c’mon.” Dean huffed.

“Aren’t you a little old to be in here.” The teenager teased. 

“W-wha. No!” Dean retorted. His face flush with slight anger and embarrassment. His attention quickly brought to the hushed laughter straight ahead of him where he looked up and spotted Sam behind a corner. 

“Not funny...” He grumbled.

“Actually, it is.” Sam giggled.

“Well, you’re right up there with me.” Dean sassed, pointing his gun up at Sam.

“Shit.” He whispered as he ducked behind a beam.

“You can run, but you can’t hide, Sammy.”

“Shut up, Dean.” his voice descended as he ran to find another hiding spot. 

Dean got a little too comfortable walking around the almost empty arena. His grip tightened on his weapon as he heard footsteps echoing through out the glowing neon room. He looked down, startled at his vest as its lights flashed, indicating he was hit. His head swooshed back and forth, trying to catch whoever got him. Instead he caught two teenagers running in the opposite direction, trying to sneak around him. 

Dean got a clear shot and lit both vests up with blinking lights which then fell dark. “Nice try!”

The two girls looked back at him with disgust. Tossing their guns down in defeat and walking towards the exit. 

Dean rounded the corner, peeking through a circular window at all the hotspots. Sam was crouched behind a barrier, trying to listen for how many players were left. Sam’s vest then lit up twice, he swiftly stood up to move forward as he looked around. “Dean! Hey!”

“What!” Dean called out from across the room. There was no way Dean could’ve got him from where he was hiding. “You try’n to give yourself away!?” Dean shouted.

Sam looked behind him, confused. “No... but didn’t you just get me?”

“No, why?” Dean wished he had.

“Well, someone just did...”

Dean caught up to Sam, putting a time out on their game. “So, someone sniped you. Big whoop!”

Sam huffed, looking at Dean. His expression changing to a snobby smirk as he watched Dean’s vest light up. “Oh, how the tables have turned.” he laughed.

Dean’s head shot around in all directions. “That’s not funny! Who the hell is left? I don’t see anyone else.” He pouted.

“Ok, well let’s get out of the open. Who ever it is, is probably hiding.” Sam pulled Dean to the side. “So, I guess this makes us a team now, huh? Now you don’t gotta worry about me smokin your ass.” Sam teased.

“Sure. We can be a team until we gank this last sucker. Then, it’s a one on one duel.” Dean corrected. Sam rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

The two men moved through out the arena, so cautious and hyperaware of their surroundings. “Look! There.” Sam whispered, pointing out the glowing lights of a vest, illuminating on a wall. Dean smirked as he hand signaled Sam to follow him. The two snuck up on the barrier, on Dean’s cue aiming to fire. Except, nothing was there.

“What the hell?” Dean lost in confusion. “How does someone move that fast?”

Just then, Sam’s vest lit up, followed by Dean’s. Both of them looked down in surprise. “Are you freaking kidding me!?” Dean threw his hands in the air. He turned around, facing the open emptiness of the room. 

“You want a battle? You got one!” He declared. “C’mon, Sam.”

The brothers split into two sides of the arena, ready to catch whatever kid was left in the game with them. How they had even gotten the upper hand on two skilled hunters baffled them. 

Sam heard light footsteps run across the room in front of him. Definitely did not sound like Dean’s heavier boots. He raised the plastic gun, ready to aim when his vest lit up again. “What the- how?!” He slightly raged.

“Looks like you two don’t have the upper hand on us ‘kids’ huh!” A small voice rang from the middle of the arena, behind a pillar. Sam and Dean stood up, looking around until they spotted a young girls face, resting upon a ledge that she hid behind. 

Dean scoffed, taking a step forward. “Well, actually this was kind of supposed to be a battle to the death... with my brother. So, if you could just take the hit so we could finish up here.” 

“Oh! Sure, of course! Sorry to intrude, I didn’t know.” The girl’s voice full of sarcasm. “But, actually I’m gonna have to say no. I’d like to get my ten bucks worth out of this game, and win it in the process.”

“Hah! Sammy, I guess we are gonna be a team this time, because this one is going down.” Dean rolled up his sleeves. 

“Yeah, sure.” The girl said before ducking behind the pillar and running in another direction. 

“Hey! Where’d she go?” Dean already losing track of their opponent. 

“I dunno. But clearly, she’s fast.” Sam chimed in.

“Clearly, she’s gonna get beat. It’s two against one.”

The brothers took turns trying to aim at the girl whenever they thought they spotted her. Each time, failing miserably. “Dude, I don’t even know how many more hits we got on us until we’re out.” Sam drooped in defeat. Dean’s vest then blinked many times until the light went out. Sam’s vest followed with the same pattern. They both looked at each other with a look of annoyance. 

The girl then came out of hiding behind a wall, revealing herself in front of the two men. The arena lights came on, the loudspeaker on their vests blaring ‘GAME OVER’ and the girl’s vest blaring ‘WINNER’ with the lights flashing in all directions. 

Sam and Dean let out a breath, when they saw the girl before them. She looked like a teenager, but a teenager that could hold her own pretty well and had good aim. 

“Well, it has been a pleasure. Hope I didn’t break your laser tag spirits.” She spoke. 

“Nah, you’re all good. This one here just gets way too competitive.” Sam pointed at his brother, whose shoulders went up and down in response.

“No worries, it’s a fun outlet.” She half laughed.

“Gotta say, you got some good aim on ya.” Dean confessed. 

“Yeah? Well thank you, I work hard on my aim.” She smiled.

“Really? Uh, you ever shoot like... real guns?” Sam asked, his curiosity growing. 

“Yeah, here and there.” She said, being vague.

“What, do you go hunting or something?” Dean asked.

“Sure, something like that... Listen, thanks for being good sports. It’s not often you see a couple of ol’ timers playing laser tag, it’s pretty cool. I gotta get going though.”

“Oh, of course... Good game!” Sam paused at her words, giving a small genuine smile. 

She smiled before turning on her heels to exit the arena. The boys followed her out. The three of them took off their vests and guns to return to their respective hooks on the walls. Sam turned to see the girl throw a backpack over her shoulder, looking closely and spotting a pin secured on the top flap. 

“Dean, look...” He nudged him. 

Dean followed Sam’s gaze to the backpack as the girl started to walk away. An anti-possession symbol in the form of a little pin sat neatly attached to the bag. 

“A hunter?” Dean’s voice was low.

“Definitely. She has to be...” Sam thought.

“If she’s that good at laser tag, I can only imagine how good she is at the real game.”