Summary: This is part 2 of the Winchester Sister Series. Read Part 1 here. The reader has an exam but John wants her to join him on a hunt. This leads to some heavy confrontation.
A/N: To all of you who show me love every day by following, reading, reblogging and commenting, I just want to extend my deepest, most sincere gratitude. You guys mean the world to me. Thank you for your love and support.
I know it’s been a while since the first fic in this series. I promise to update as often as I can. This fic did turn out a bit more angsty than what I’d planned that I felt so upset after writing it. It does, however, sit in well with what I have planned for the rest of the series. Hopefully, y’all will like it. Do let me know what you think!
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“Dad, please try to understand what I’m saying. I cannot miss my test tomorrow. I just cannot.” you plead.
You’ve spent all of last week cramming for your AP history midterm. John had come home last night after weeks of disappearing on a hunt; something he’d been doing a lot of late, not that you had any complaints. Gone were the days when you’d anticipate John’s return from a long hunt.
The atmosphere in the house had become tense ever since Sam had brought up the idea of leaving for college. Since he’d gone, things had become far worse. John had become exceedingly short-tempered. He had become very curt with you, having still not forgiven you for not telling him about Sam’s acceptance to Stanford. He’d often rebuke even Dean for “letting” Sam run away. Dean was always patient and obedient despite John’s temper, encouraging you to do the same. You found that it was best to spend time in your room whenever John was around; not being able to tolerate the way John was treating his family.
You look at John, your eyes beseeching. You can’t believe the conversation you’re having right now. John had wanted to investigate a haunting in an old, dilapidated asylum few towns over and believed it to be the spirits of the patients. He’d wanted backup and insisted on you and Dean accompanying him. You, however, did not want to miss your history exam.
“You will join us tomorrow. That’s the end of this discussion Y/N.” John says roughly.
“Dad, I’ve spent the entire week studying. Please! I’ve worked too hard.” you beg, as tears threaten to spill.
“I DON’T CARE. I NEEDBACK UP AND YOU’RE GOING!” he orders, slamming his fist on the table just as Dean enters holding two grocery bags. His bewildered eyes roam from your now-tear-stained face to John’s fuming one.
“What’s going on here?” he asks, setting down the grocery bags.
“Your sister refuses to come on the hunt tomorrow.” John states.
“Well yeah… she’s got her history test tomorrow.” Dean remarks, giving John a ridiculous look. “You didn’t say anything to me about Y/N joining us.”
“I need backup Dean. We don’t know how many spirits are haunting this asylum.”
“I’ll be there for backup dad. Y/N doesn’t have to be there -” Dean prompts.
“I say she does.” John interrupts.
“Dad - Y/N has worked really hard for this. It’s her midterms.” Dean stresses.
“I don’t remember asking for your opinion,” John states, glowering at Dean.
“Dad, come on-” Dean starts.
“I knew would happen. Leaving her with you, I gave both of you too much freedom. You’re too easy-going on her. She’s turning out to be just like Sam - choosing school over family. You let Sam run away, it’ll be her next!” John snarls, shouting over Dean’s words.
“Hedidn’tlet Sam run away!” you cry out, goaded by John’s speech.
“Sammy didn’t choose school over family. He chose school over hunting! And Dean didn’t know anything about him leaving. When he did get to know, he tried to stop it.” you finish, glaring at John.
“Y/N!” Dean starts, realising that the argument needs to be dissipated before it gets out of hand. “Stop. Just go to your room.”
His words are ignored as John directs his anger at you.“BUT YOU KNEW!” he shouts, spit flying from his mouth. “You knew and you didn’t do a damned thing to stop him. Youbetrayed this family.”
“Dad, Stop this! Y/N! Go to your room!” Dean insists, but his words are drowned out by John.
“You’ve gotten quite out of control – helping your brother leave, talking back to me like this. Staying with Dean has spoiled you - letting you think you can get away with anything.” John snarls on.
“Well if you cared so much dad, maybe you should have stuck around!” you retort, balling your fists.
“Y/N!THAT’S ENOUGH!” Dean shouts, stepping between you and John.
“What did you just say to me?” John asks, menacingly. His face is red and you can see a vein popping in his neck. You’ve seen John apoplectic before but it’s never been directed at you. Sure he’s yelled at you many times but now, his rage is terrifying. You take a deep breathe, deciding that you might as well get this over with.
“You heard me -” you start, jeeringly but are interrupted by Dean turning to face you, blocking out John.
“Y/N. GO. TO. YOUR. ROOM!” Dean stresses; his tone final.
You’re about to retaliate but one look at his eyes dissolves your words into silence. The green eyes in front of you are flared with anger, but you can read the silent plea in them. His temper isn’t directed at you. You’re crossing a line with John and he doesn’t want you to get into more trouble. You hesitate, your lower lip trembling. You don’t want to leave Dean to take John’s wrath all by himself. You start to speak but knowing what you’re going to say, he stops you.
“Y/N,Go!” he says, giving you a sincere look. He places his arm on yours and gives you an encouraging squeeze.
“Okay.” you resign, wiping off a tear. “I’ll go.”
“No! I’m not done with her.” John hisses, his words laced with fury.
“YES,YOU ARE!.” Dean interjects, angrily. “You and Y/N are done talking dad!. Right now, you and I need to talk.”
You take one last look at Dean. You bite your lip, feeling terribly guilty. He nods at you reassuringly as you leave. You walk away, actively avoiding John’s glare. You consider hiding by the stairs to eavesdrop but decide against it. You’d get yourself and Dean into so much more trouble if you were caught. Dean has just stood up for you. You might even have caused him more trouble by talking back. With a heavy heart, you trudge up to your room. You shut the door and sink to your knees sobbing.
A/N: I want to start by saying Merry Christmas to all of you out there! I hope that you guys have a great time! Also, I want to thank all of you for your support. I enjoyed writing this Series and it would not have happened without your kind words :) Have a great day y’all.
-Loads of love,
Winchestergirl23
PS: Thank you all for the wishes and messages. I’ve been extremely caught up with exams so I’m sorry if I’m late at replying.
Summary: This is part 2 of the Winchester Sister Series. Read Part 1 here. The reader has an exam but John wants her to join him on a hunt. This leads to some heavy confrontation.
A/N: To all of you who show me love every day by following, reading, reblogging and commenting, I just want to extend my deepest, most sincere gratitude. You guys mean the world to me. Thank you for your love and support.
I know it’s been a while since the first fic in this series. I promise to update as often as I can. This fic did turn out a bit more angsty than what I’d planned that I felt so upset after writing it. It does, however, sit in well with what I have planned for the rest of the series. Hopefully, y’all will like it. Do let me know what you think!
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“Dad, please try to understand what I’m saying. I cannot miss my test tomorrow. I just cannot.” you plead.
You’ve spent all of last week cramming for your AP history midterm. John had come home last night after weeks of disappearing on a hunt; something he’d been doing a lot of late, not that you had any complaints. Gone were the days when you’d anticipate John’s return from a long hunt.
The atmosphere in the house had become tense ever since Sam had brought up the idea of leaving for college. Since he’d gone, things had become far worse. John had become exceedingly short-tempered. He had become very curt with you, having still not forgiven you for not telling him about Sam’s acceptance to Stanford. He’d often rebuke even Dean for “letting” Sam run away. Dean was always patient and obedient despite John’s temper, encouraging you to do the same. You found that it was best to spend time in your room whenever John was around; not being able to tolerate the way John was treating his family.
You look at John, your eyes beseeching. You can’t believe the conversation you’re having right now. John had wanted to investigate a haunting in an old, dilapidated asylum few towns over and believed it to be the spirits of the patients. He’d wanted backup and insisted on you and Dean accompanying him. You, however, did not want to miss your history exam.
“You will join us tomorrow. That’s the end of this discussion Y/N.” John says roughly.
“Dad, I’ve spent the entire week studying. Please! I’ve worked too hard.” you beg, as tears threaten to spill.
“I DON’T CARE. I NEEDBACK UP AND YOU’RE GOING!” he orders, slamming his fist on the table just as Dean enters holding two grocery bags. His bewildered eyes roam from your now-tear-stained face to John’s fuming one.
“What’s going on here?” he asks, setting down the grocery bags.
“Your sister refuses to come on the hunt tomorrow.” John states.
“Well yeah… she’s got her history test tomorrow.” Dean remarks, giving John a ridiculous look. “You didn’t say anything to me about Y/N joining us.”
“I need backup Dean. We don’t know how many spirits are haunting this asylum.”
“I’ll be there for backup dad. Y/N doesn’t have to be there -” Dean prompts.
“I say she does.” John interrupts.
“Dad - Y/N has worked really hard for this. It’s her midterms.” Dean stresses.
“I don’t remember asking for your opinion,” John states, glowering at Dean.
“Dad, come on-” Dean starts.
“I knew would happen. Leaving her with you, I gave both of you too much freedom. You’re too easy-going on her. She’s turning out to be just like Sam - choosing school over family. You let Sam run away, it’ll be her next!” John snarls, shouting over Dean’s words.
“Hedidn’tlet Sam run away!” you cry out, goaded by John’s speech.
“Sammy didn’t choose school over family. He chose school over hunting! And Dean didn’t know anything about him leaving. When he did get to know, he tried to stop it.” you finish, glaring at John.
“Y/N!” Dean starts, realising that the argument needs to be dissipated before it gets out of hand. “Stop. Just go to your room.”
His words are ignored as John directs his anger at you.“BUT YOU KNEW!” he shouts, spit flying from his mouth. “You knew and you didn’t do a damned thing to stop him. Youbetrayed this family.”
“Dad, Stop this! Y/N! Go to your room!” Dean insists, but his words are drowned out by John.
“You’ve gotten quite out of control – helping your brother leave, talking back to me like this. Staying with Dean has spoiled you - letting you think you can get away with anything.” John snarls on.
“Well if you cared so much dad, maybe you should have stuck around!” you retort, balling your fists.
“Y/N!THAT’S ENOUGH!” Dean shouts, stepping between you and John.
“What did you just say to me?” John asks, menacingly. His face is red and you can see a vein popping in his neck. You’ve seen John apoplectic before but it’s never been directed at you. Sure he’s yelled at you many times but now, his rage is terrifying. You take a deep breathe, deciding that you might as well get this over with.
“You heard me -” you start, jeeringly but are interrupted by Dean turning to face you, blocking out John.
“Y/N. GO. TO. YOUR. ROOM!” Dean stresses; his tone final.
You’re about to retaliate but one look at his eyes dissolves your words into silence. The green eyes in front of you are flared with anger, but you can read the silent plea in them. His temper isn’t directed at you. You’re crossing a line with John and he doesn’t want you to get into more trouble. You hesitate, your lower lip trembling. You don’t want to leave Dean to take John’s wrath all by himself. You start to speak but knowing what you’re going to say, he stops you.
“Y/N,Go!” he says, giving you a sincere look. He places his arm on yours and gives you an encouraging squeeze.
“Okay.” you resign, wiping off a tear. “I’ll go.”
“No! I’m not done with her.” John hisses, his words laced with fury.
“YES,YOU ARE!.” Dean interjects, angrily. “You and Y/N are done talking dad!. Right now, you and I need to talk.”
You take one last look at Dean. You bite your lip, feeling terribly guilty. He nods at you reassuringly as you leave. You walk away, actively avoiding John’s glare. You consider hiding by the stairs to eavesdrop but decide against it. You’d get yourself and Dean into so much more trouble if you were caught. Dean has just stood up for you. You might even have caused him more trouble by talking back. With a heavy heart, you trudge up to your room. You shut the door and sink to your knees sobbing.
Warnings: Angst and then loads and loads of fluff.
Summary: Dean is broken after a hunt and you comfort him.
Ages: Dean-24 Sam-20 You-18
You put down the book you were reading and looked at the time. The clock on you wall read 11:15. You decided to get a cup of warm milk before going to bed. You walked across the corridor to the kitchen quietly so as to not wake your brothers up. They had returned from a long and tiring hunt. As you walked past Dean’s room you heard something that sounded like a muffled sob. You stopped in your tracks. You could see that the light was on.
Why was Dean awake this late? You put your ear to the door. Something was definitely not right.
You knocked on the door, “Hey Dean, Can I come in?”
You didn’t wait for a reply. He was sitting on the bed, head buried in his hands. Salty drops fell into his palms as his shoulders heaved with emotion.
Dean was rarely ever this vulnerable. Seeing him like this was painful.
You sat on the bed and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Dee… what’s wrong?”
He lifted his head and wiped the tears off his face. His lips quivered as he looked at you. He doesn’t say anything.
“Dee… Talk to me” you said, gently.
He took a moment to reply.
“I couldn’t save them Y/N. We were too late. “More tears fell down his face.
“What are you talking about Dean? You saved three girls today.” You responded.
“There were 2 more girls Y/N. They had been turned by the vamps too. But they had already fed. We had no choice. We had to kill them.” He sobbed.
“They reminded me of you kiddo. They were your age. What if one of them had actually been you? What would I have done?”
“Dee… I know you did your best to save them…” you started.
“Is that supposed to make it okay? What if you had been one of those girls? I wouldn’t have been able to save you.”
“Listen Dee… I understand why this is hurting you. But you can’t think of the what ifs. You once told me that it’s not possible to save everyone. And you were right. It’s not.” You consoled.
“You managed to save three girls today. That’s something Dean. “It’s not your job to carry the world on your shoulders. Don’t think about the lives you haven’t saved. Think of the ones you have. Last week, you killed a changeling. You saved eight children. You’re a hero to those kids Dean. You’re a hero to their parents and siblings. You’ve saved more lives than you can count Dee.”
You looked into his green eyes brimmed with tears. “Dean, The world sleeps better at night knowing that you’re out there protecting them from the supernatural. Those kids you saved, they don’t think of just Batman or Superman saving the world. They think of you. Isn’t that something?”
“Think about Sam and me. We’re here today because you’ve saved our lives more times than we can count Dee. And I’m not just talking about you physically protecting us from harm. Do you know that I’m not afraid of doing anything?”
“What does that have to with anything?” he asked, eyebrows raised in confusion.
“Dee… I’m not afraid to do anything because I know you’ve always got my back.” you said. “I know that no matter what happens, you’re always there to catch me when I fall. I know that you’ll be there for me anytime I need you. You’re my hero Dee. You practically raised Sam and me all by yourself. You’ve never let us down. You’ve always been there for us. Because that’s who you are Dee. You’re the bravest man I know. ”
“You’re important to the world Dee. You’re important to me, to Sam. You may not be able to save everyone but you sure as hell have made this world a better, safer place. You’re a hero. Don’t ever forget that.” You reassured.
“You really think that?”
“I do Dean. You’re an amazing hunter and an even better person. I know that you will not rest until you rid the world of evil. But until then, don’t blame yourself for things you couldn’t control. Whatever happened, it’s on those vamps. You killed them and saved three humans. That’s all matters.” You comforted.
A small smile broke out on Dean’s face. “When did you get so mature kiddo?” he asked.
You shrugged as Dean pulled you in for a hug. “You’re an amazing sister you. You know that right?” Dean asked.
“Is that why we just had a chic-flick moment?” you joked.
“Yes. You’re the only one I’d have this chic-flick moment with.” He said chuckling. “I don’t what I would do without you kiddo.”
“Probably burn the house down while trying to make Pie.” you tease.
Dean laughed “Yeah probably.”
“Seriously though. Thanks kiddo.”
You lifted your head, “You don’t have to thank me Dee. You would’ve done the same.”
“What are you doing up so late anyway?” he questions.
“I was reading a book”.
“Alright then.” Dean said.
“Get some sleep Dee” You said, standing up.
“You too kiddo.”
“Good night Dee.” You said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.
“Good night Kiddo.”
As you left the room, he was strongly reminded of his mom, Mary. Dean smiled knowing that you had inherited her kindness and understanding and that he had raised you right.
—-hello! Just posting part of a Fanfiction I am working on! It is weecest! Nothing special. Sam trying to figure out his emotions. I’m not quite sure what I’m doing with it, I maaaay scrap the idea.
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Sixteen year old Sam Winchester drug his feet along the beaten pathway back towards the motel; prom night that’s what it was. Not for him, it was the one night of the year where the town lit to life. Why wouldn’t they had left town before this? Why couldn’t they had dipped and followed that lead on the werewolf? Dad would happily had done that, if he had been able to kill the rugaru earlier. Dumb people and their slip up made the brothers stay their longer – forcing them into sticking at this school.
His fingers twisted the knob of the motel room, pushing the door open just as soft giggling was heard on the others side. Alright. He knew that noise; he knew the soft grunt as well – as a frown appeared upon his lips he stepped back, gently latching the door once again. Prom just meant teenagers would be sleeping around; Dean would or did bring back someone. Disgusting. ‘Why couldn’t it had been me in there?’ A dirty but innocent thought at the time occurred, he sooo badly wanted to be that moaning whimpering mess of a female. He wanted to feel Dean’s fingers brushing through his hair, tugging the locks. He wanted Dean to bruise him. Break him.
A simple concept; the boys made a deal with one another whoever is to blush first loses AND has to do whatever the other says. Needless to say Sam isn’t doing too well for himself.
Grinning ear from ear Dean Winchester couldn’t wipe the amusement from his emerald gaze; cocking his head to the size. “Ooooh! Sammy…I think we’ve got a winner!” The hollering and celebration leaving those cocky lips only resulted in a huff from Sam.
“Shut up.”
Dean licked his lips leaning in; the grin only widening on that chiseled face of his. “What was that, Sammy?”
❦ A very de-aged Dean Winchester is found back at the bunker by none other than his brother — who has many questions for the male. Like what the hell was going on?
‘I-I-I don’t know! I don’t know!’ Of course it had been Dean’s first response to what had happened, who would’ve known they couldn’t have had one day off?
The Winchesters were never a happy go family, a family that said ‘I love you’ to one another. No, they were a family built upon fighting and surviving the unsurvivable. Let it be heaven or hell they would turn head over heels to find one another:
“Bitch,” came the soft sneer, a playful smile pulling the elder Winchester’s lips – dark gaze locking with his brother’s.
Letting out a breathy exhale Sam rolled his shoulders, dimples showing as he acted as if it were a chore. As if this were some joking thing Dean and him did – no, this was THEIR thing. “Jerk.”
“You said it hurt when you pushed, Sam. I-I don’t think that’s normal,” Castiel’s stone face full of concern staring upon the young male, blue eyes scanning Sam’s face. “I heard you and Dean last night. Was I wrong?”
Sam froze up feeling his shoulders grow tense, “L-Last night?” He stammered, psychically feeling the color flood his cheeks. Embarrassment written upon his features—Dean most certainly looking unamused. Though the angel didn’t understand it; not fully. Clearing his throat Sam found the effort to speak, “Y-Yeah. I’ll…I’ll get it checked out right away. Thanks, Cas.”
Tossing the impala into gear Dean let out a loud huff—as if the arch in his eyebrows wouldn’t give it away he wasn’t in his happy go lucky mood. Nope. Not even close; to think he believed himself to be the best prankster—and to have his little brother prove him wrong. Was he unamused? Yes. Proud? Ehh…jealous more so, Sam did learn from the best. After allowing the young male to bask in his glory Dean’s eyes flickered from the road to Sam’s form, “You finished? Or..do I need to remind you who was stuck with the itching powder while talking to law enforcement?”
With that comment Sam’s jaw wired shut; turning his head to look out the window. Did Sam really win this round?
“Bite me,” Came a sneer from the younger Winchester; lips pulling back showing his teeth; Dean merely grinned in response. So what he messed with Sam’s coffee?
Leaning back in this ‘excuse for a dining chair’ his brows raised; lips perked into a cocky smirk. One Sam knew all too well at this point in his life. “Tell me where, baby boy?”
A sight many monsters would love to see in their lives was happening right before this demon; Sam Winchester broken and utterly ready to give anything. Anything for his brother; as Dean would do the same for him. Their relationship at this point had become highly unhealthy, a relationship that couldn’t be fixed, couldn’t be changed. Nothing but the elder and thoughts of murder swirled around in that thick skull of his. No demon could change that; none could change his desire—or his need for the elder.
Sam Winchester had killed his big brother; now sitting on his knees before a crossroads demon. Desperation radiating off of the young male like cologne; he fucked up, fucked up big time. Sliding his slender fingers into the dirt road below, he curled them in. Grabbing handfuls or the dirt road, inhaling sharply before letting out a sob that shook his shoulders. “B-Bring him back….bring him back...” He croaked out tilting his head back, hazel eyes filled with tears.
How often do you think Sam has looked up from his map and seen Dean just staring at him? How often do you think Dean’s just sat there and watched his baby brother bite his lip; or talk away on the phone. All while watching those pretty pink lips.
Those pretty pink lips he couldn’t wait to claim as his.
Hazel eyes locked onto Dean’s emerald gaze; Sam had to admit Dean was a damn Cheshire Cat when it came to words as well. Anything that fell off that perfect tongue of Dean’s just sent shivers through Sammy’s body. More specifically his groin. Were Winchesters just blessed with dirty talk? Dirty talk and blessed below the belt it seemed. God it felt so good to come, the young male continued to rock his hips riding out this pleasure. Thinking he’d just grind back into Dean, but that option came crashing down like an abandoned building. Brushing his white knuckles against Dean’s swollen lips Sam cocked his head to the side; a big ole grin plastering itself on his face.
“I could ride you all day, cowboy always has his favorite horse. Too bad mines already broken in,” just like his big brother; Sam had no way of stopping these remarks; it was as if they came naturally.
It almost made him chuckle; now he was the one with the references. Too bad it was a country song and Dean didn’t listen to country. Sam rather enjoyed country music; depending on the song and what mood he was in. Though he never got to play any around the impala—Dean would lose his shit if Sam played that within that confined vehicle. It would ‘poison’ her as Dean puts it.
As if to prove a point Sam pushed his hips down, easing himself down Dean’s member. His body squeezing the thick male within these slow movements; which were very unlike how Sam was earlier. Teasing, it had to be because Sam enjoyed teasing his big brother. As he was the one in charge and could go at any pace he liked. “Gonna ride you nice and slow, Dean. Like a slow happy trail ride.” He traced small circles in Dean’s stomach, working his hips down until Dean had been buried deep inside him.
“Mmm I could still walk last time, cowboy.”
Lights went off in his head thinking of how he could tease Dean; faintly he did remember Dean said something about making sure Sam couldn’t walk. Well, clearly he was walking, maybe not straight but still he was able to get around. A smirk played his lips, “I-I guess this cowboy isn’t good enough for such a role. Shame…” Sam’s hips came to a stop, though one hand removed itself from Dean’s shoulder, moving to wrap around his own aching member. “To think I thought you’d make a good cowboy. Guess I’ll just do it myself.”
I wonder how many times on a hunt Dean Winchester has just been heard from a room over or upstairs from Sam saying in a disgusted voice, “What the fuck?” And Sam just making a bitch face.
