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What it’s like to be a Fanfiction Author Part 2.

WHEN YOU WRITE A SHITTY HALF-ASSED DRABBLE THAT GETS LOTS OF ATTENTION:

WHEN YOU WRITE SOMETHING THAT YOU EVEN LIKE BUT NO ONE READS IT:

WHEN YOU HIT A MASSIVE WALL OF WRITER’S BLOCK:

WHEN YOU HATE WHAT YOU’VE DONE IN A FANFICTION: 

WHEN YOU YOU WONDER WHY ANYONE READS YOUR GARBAGE WRITING:

WHEN YOU NOTICE ALL THE GRAMMAR AND SPELLING ERRORS IN YOUR NEWEST CHAPTER:

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We’re Here For You

Title: We're Here For You

Author: theimpalaiscrying

sister!reader x Sam & Dean Winchester

Words: 950

Warnings: Tears, angst, and a bit of fluff.

A/N: Well, yesterday wasn't too great. Nope. So I decided to write my feelings away and hopefully provide a distraction and maybe some comfort for whoever may have had a bad day as well. Love you guys, and thank you for all the positive comments. And sorry for the super corny title fml. (F/S) = Favourite supper

You were the first person to exit the Impala, grab your stuff, and head into the bunker. You didn't utter a single word and you didn't meet either of your brothers' eyes. The hunt you three had just returned from didn't go too well, especially not for you. Nobody had gotten too hurt, physically speaking, but the witch you three faced did a number on your mind and emotions.

Both of your brothers knew that it was best not to bother you immediately following a case like that, but at the same time, they hated it when you retreated into your own head. That's where the worst monsters were.

After casting one-another concerned looks, Sam and Dean followed you into the hideout. By the time they closed the door, you were already gone, most likely to your room.

For the next few hours, the bunker was dead quiet. Sam was in the War room reading a random lore book to distract himself from the quiet, while Dean was relaxing on his bed with his headphones on.

When supper time came around, Dean made his way to the kitchen to make something he knew you would like to, hopefully, cheer you up. But when Dean called for everyone to come get their food, you didn't walk into the kitchen. Sam and Dean sat in silence at the table, your seat sitting vacant and your food remaining untouched.

They had only gotten through a few bites of their food (which was f*cking delicious because Dean's the best) when Dean suddenly dropped his fork rather loudly. It didn't feel right to be eating your favourite supper without you.

"Dean-"

"I'm just going to talk to her, Sammy." The eldest Winchester cut his brother off before he could finish his warning and got to his feet. Sam knew it was fruitless to argue, so he stayed silent and remained seated.

Dean walked down the bland halls with creased brows until he stood outside your bedroom door. He hesitated before knocking to see if he could hear anything from inside, and when he heard nothing, he knocked twice, gently.

When you said nothing, Dean sighed. "It's me, Bug. Can I come in?"

He took the silence that followed as a yes and slowly cracked the door open, peeking his head in first to see you curled up in your bed with your back to him. Your hair was a mess and you were clutching a wad of your comforter in your hands. He knew you weren't asleep, so he made his way towards your bedside and sat down by your legs, his eyes scanning your room before resting on your figure curled up in under your sheets.

"I made us some (F/S). Want to come join us?"

"Thanks, but I'm not hungry."

Your answer made Dean's chest ache. You never said no to (F/S).

Dean thought desperately for something to say, but he had never been great with words of comfort. Instead, he opted for resting a hand on your shoulder and rubbing circular patterns on it with his thumb.

"Listen, I don't know what that witch did to you, or what you saw, but you know I'm here if you need anything. So is Sammy." he comforted, watching you as your eyes stared straight in front of you at the wall.

Dean was about to give up and give you some space when you suddenly began to cry, your shoulder shaking with contained sobs. You rolled over and sat up, immediately grabbing your brother in a hug. He was quick to wrap you up in his arms as you shook and cried, clutching his black t-shirt as if you'd die if you let go.

As your walls crumpled in your brother's embrace, Dean would occasionally mutter soft reassurances, his heart aching for his younger sibling. You didn't need to explain what had happened, Dean didn't mind. He just wished he had been a little bit faster to kill the bitch that made you like this.

You cried for around fifteen minutes before you finally started to pull yourself together, your tears slowing and your breath returning under your control. Even then, you did not pull away from your brother's comforting arms. You two remained there for a few moments before you finally spoke. "Thank you." You said, sniffling and burrowing a little bit deeper into Dean's side.

"Anytime, Bug." he teased lightly, messing up your hair and making you snort. When you did not release Dean from your firm hold on his shirt, he looked down at you.

"You gonna let me go soon?"

"Nope. You're warm." You replied with a small smile, drawing a chuckle from him.

You both looked up when a knock was heard from the entrance to your room. Sam stood in the doorway with your plate of (F/S), a smile of his own adorning his features. "Am I interrupting?" he inquired, glad to see you were smiling again.

"Nah. Come 'ere, Sammy." You answered, finally releasing Dean and sitting up straight.

"Is that for me?"

"Yup."

Sam handed you your food as he took a seat on the bed on the other side of you, leaving you in a brother sandwich. "Thanks." You said, giving Sam a side hug before digging into your food.

You spent the rest of the rest of the night teasing and joking with your two favourite people in the whole world. No matter what happened to you, you knew that they'd always be there to have your back.  

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I will be making a post about taglists soon!

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IM TRYIN TO GET YA'LL A STORY BUT THESE TWO ARE MAKING THINGS DIFFICULT AND THEY'RE TOO CUTE TO PUT AWAY I CRI And that is my leg don't freak

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I just wanted to say that the "You're Not a Winchester" series was amazing!! I loved each and every part. And the ending was so wonderful and sweet and even teared up a bit! Thank you for writing the series, and have a wonderful day!

Gosh! I have no clue when you sent me this and I’m sorry if I’m late to reply, but thank you so much! It does wonders for me to know that my writing isn’t terrible. 

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I may be a bit late, but welcome back! ♡

Why thank you!

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Hello

I'm back and not dead! Yay! Anyway, I've been thinking hard about writing for this blog for the last three weeks and decided that I'm not going to have any schedule since it is clear I never meet one when I set one down for myself. My life is too hectic and I'm a procrastinator, so ya. That's a thing. Also, I have a few fics planned already, not all of them will be angst, but we all need comic relief now and then right? That's all. I'll try to write something for ya'll sometime this week!

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You’re Not A Winchester Series Masterlist

Summary: (Y/N) Winchester gets into an argument with Sam after Dean is sent to Hell. Will (Y/N) be able to go on without either of her brothers? (I’m shit at summaries lol)

Sister!reader x Sam and Dean Winchester (not wincest)

Warnings: Angst, tears, mentions of suicide and depression, blood, nightmares, and sibling problems.

You’re Not A Winchester

You’re Not A Winchester Pt. 2

You’re Not A Winchester pt. 3

You’re Not A Winchester Pt. 4 

You’re Not A Winchester Pt. 5 

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You’re Not A Winchester Pt. 5

Title: You’re A Winchester

Author: theimpalaiscrying

sister!reader x Sam & Dean Winchester

Words: 1, 636

Warnings: Angst, TEARS, little bit o’ blood, implied loneliness 

A/N: Again, I’m really sorry for this incredibly late instalment, and I hope it lives up to your expectations. It was an absolute rollercoaster writing this for you guys, and I’m so thrilled that so many people liked my work! I can’t thank you guys enough for your patience, compliments, and positive feedback! It means so much to me since this was my very first series on Tumblr! Anyways, enough of that, I hope you enjoy!

Balancing the 'Lucifer Rising' crap, finding Lilith, and searching for you was not easy in the slightest for Sam and Dean. Hell, Sam even had this Demon blood obsession to deal with too. 

The only good thing they had learned was that you hadn't sold your soul to save Dean. He'd actually been "gripped tight and raised from perdition" by an angel named Castiel. This meant that there was a chance that you could still be alive. 

If you were, you had hidden, and that made you nearly impossible to find since you were always the best at hiding. Sam and Dean were also willing to bet that you started to go by a different name to divert unwanted attention, which made things even harder. So they turned to their last resort. 

"Hello, Dean." 

Castiel greeted, having been called upon by the eldest Winchester. His sapphire eyes were wide with innocence, his hair was badly dishevelled, and his head was cocked to the side, expectant. 

Taking a discreet step away from the angel, Dean spoke. "Hey, Cas. We know you're busy and all," he started, addressing himself and his brother, "but we were hoping we could ask for a favour." 

Cas did not speak, allowing him to explain. "Uh, you know we have a sister, right?" 

Castiel nodded. "Yes, I am aware." 

"Well, we were hoping you could help us track her down... We've been trying to find her for about a month now and she's made it really hard to find her." That was if you were even alive, but Dean left that out, refusing to believe you were dead. 

Castiel was quiet for a moment, before finally caving to the Winchesters' request. "Alright. I'll be right back." With a whoosh, the baby man in a trench coat had vanished, leaving the brothers to wait in silence. 

They were left in a tense quiet for only forty-five minutes before the angel whooshed back into their motel room. To their surprise, he came back with you in tow, albeit you were kicking and punching at him vehemently. 

"Let me go, you weirdo! Let me- what the Hell." All your movements and screams in protest stopped when you realised you weren't in your car anymore. You were in a motel room, and across the room from you were your 'brothers'. 

No, those couldn't be your brothers. Sure, you'd picked up rumours that Dean was back from the dead, but you never believed any of it. You thought that maybe the demons that'd been hunting you had spread the rumour in hopes of luring you out of hiding. So you stayed on the road, hopping from state to state. 

In a few seconds, you had scanned both of the men in front of you, looking for anything that might indicate that they were being impersonated. 

The Sam you were looking at looked a little bit worse for wear, and when you looked in his eyes you saw pain and regret. Those were the two emotions you'd been feeling ever since you left Sam at that diner with Ruby, though you would never let yourself believe that that's what you were feeling. You couldn't help but wish you hadn't let your emotions get the better of you the night you argued with Sam, and that you had dealt with the situation differently. Then neither of you would have ended up the way you were today. 

The Dean you were looking at looked a little worse for wear as well, but that was far better than looking dead; torn apart by hell hounds. His face portrayed a mix of sadness, happiness, and worry, three things you'd expect your big brother to show if he saw you in this state. 

But it couldn't be them, it had to be demons messing with your head. Or maybe it was a nightmare. 

When the man that brought you here released you, you instinctively reached for the holy water you kept in a flask on your hip and flung it in their face. When their skin didn't sizzle and steam, your brows furrowed and you threw some more at them. 

"(Y/N), we aren't demons." 'Dean' said, peeking an eye open at you to make sure you wouldn't throw any more in his face. 

You could already feel tears building in your eyes and your limbs began to shake. "Wha- Then how- ?" You couldn't even form a full sentence. For months, it seemed like everything was Hell. There was no way that God was deciding to finally smile down at you. 

"Thanks, Cas. We owe you one." Dean dismissed, the man behind you disappearing with a whoosh. You watched, bewildered, before spinning back around to look at your brothers. 

Dean, who had previously been sitting on one of the beds, got to his feet. He took one cautious step forward, treating you like a scared animal. Hell, you probably looked like one. 

"You're dead." You croaked, voice wavering as your legs began to tremble. 

"No, Bub, it's me. I'm back." 

A part of you wanted to just give in to his big green eyes, the ones that held so much care, worry, and warmth that you had missed so much. But there was another part of you that told you not to, and it's because of all the stress-induced nightmares you've been having ever since your argument with Sam. 

Images of Dean lying lifeless at your feet with blood pumping out of his wounds and bubbling up from the back of his throat, staining his pearly whites scarlet were flooding your mind. You were afraid that if you touched him, he would collapse dead again in your very arms. Then Sam would be there to remind you that you did nothing to stop him from dying, even if you had done hours and hours of research to try and save him. 

Sam and Dean's hearts both shattered at your hesitation. You stood frozen with a conflicted expression on your face and the flask held tightly in your hand, your knuckles turning white. Tears fell from your (E/C) eyes rapidly, as you fought a war against yourself, tears slipping from Sam's eyes as well. 

"(Y/N)?" Dean whispered, trying to snap you out of your daze. 

"Are you real?" You murmured, almost too afraid to speak. 

Your question made a tear slip down Dean's face. "Yeah, Bubby. I'm here." 

You didn't even care if it was a lie anymore, you were so tired of being scared and alone. Forgetting everything Sam had said to you that night and about your insecurities about being a Winchester, you rushed forward and clung to Dean, heavy sobs ripping through your body as you dropped your flask in favour of gripping your eldest brother's flannel.

His strong warm arms wrapped around you immediately, holding onto you so tightly as if he were afraid you would disappear. You had never felt more at home in your entire life, and that nearly made your knees give in. It had been months since you last felt this safe. 

As you held Dean and he held you, you were faintly aware that he was crying too, feeling his tear drops on the top of your head as his chin rested there. It was then that you knew this wasn't a dream, Dean was really here, alive and holding you like you were his lifeline. 

Through your tears, you managed to lock eyes with Sam who was reduced to heavy tears too but still stood to the side, looking so sad and broken that it cracked your bruised heart all over again. His puppy eyes looked so sorry that you knew without him having to say a word that he hadn't meant anything he had said to you that night. 

You were faintly aware of Dean releasing you, but you were so focused on Sam as he stumbled for words. "(Y/N), I'm so sorry-" 

"It's okay, Sammy." You didn’t need to hear him explain. You instantly forgave him, giving him an even tighter hug than you had Dean. His much larger figure engulfed you in a hug, his shoulders shaking from his sobs. 

After a few minutes, Sam pulled away and gripped you by the shoulders looking you dead in the eye. "What I said to you, (Y/N), was not okay. I didn't mean a word of it, not any of it, and I am so sorry I put you through that. You are our sister, a true Winchester, and family doesn't end with blood. I promise I'll never leave you again, not ever." 

You laughed with relief at his words and wrapped him in another hug, happy tears rolling down your face. "I'll be holding you to that, Sammy. 'Cause it's clear I'm a wreck on my own." Above you, Sam chuckled at your words, both of you swaying slightly in the hug, neither of you wanting to let go just yet. 

Dean watched the scene unfold from a few feet away with teary eyes. There was a faint smile on his face, happy to see his broken family slowly start to mend back together. It was one of those rare occasions that he didn't care that it was considered a 'chick-flick' moment. His family was back together and he would make sure not to let it fall apart ever again. Not on his watch.

...

"Now, are you guys going to summon that 'Cas' dude again? He left all my shit in my car..."

Fin

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Can I be tagged in "You're not a Winchester " story Pretty please??!

Yes you can and shall!

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Can I pretty please with a cherry on top be tagged in "You're Not a Winchester"

*eats cherry* Yes you can! 

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Can i be tagged in 'You're not a Winchester' please?😊

Yep!

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Could I please be tagged in 'You're not a Winchester'? I love it!

Thank you! For sure! You’ll be tagged!

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can i PLEASE be tagged in your not a winchester?! it's definitely one of my favorites i've ever read😍😍

Thank you!! You can definitely be tagged! Cx

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Do you have a masterlist?

I do not have one as of now since I’ve only just started writing, but I do have a masterlist for You’re Not A Winchester right here! Hope this helps!

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Hey, can you please tag me in the next "You're not a Winchester" part(s)? I'm absolutely in love with it 😍

Aaaaawww! Thank you so much!! You’ll be tagged! Thanks for reading! 

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Can I be tagged in you're not a winchester

yesh u can and shall be