Being Sam's Twin With Your Own Abilities Would Include:
A/N: Based off this imagine :) I really liked the idea and wanted to write more! Contains s1/s2 spoilers! Just writing to write lol I missed it and I'm having fun 💜
Being twins, you and Sammy were always close
Everyone who saw you asked if you were identical. Clearly you weren't, but people asked stupid questions when it came to twins
John had not one to blame, but two, each of you paying in your own way. He could be mean when he wanted, and after it happened, you'd find one another, not really talking about it, just looking for company
"You think all Dads say these things?"
"I don't know, I really don't know."
You and Sam formed your own babble baby language that freaked both John and Sam out. You'd laugh and laugh and it wouldn't make any sense but to the both of you
You don't remember the language, but you two still crack each other up and share these knowing looks that no one else can decipher. You can bicker and yell and laugh and joke just with your eyes
The two of you lived in Dean's hand-me-downs. Sam hated it, but you never minded. Everything was already worn and comfortable. Plus it made you feel special, like you were cool like your big brother
Yelling at you, Dean and John would get your names mixed up and that would just make them angrier
You and Sam would comfort one another when you were scared, hiding under the blankets with a flashlight
Sam learned to read first, he always so smart, so at night he'd read to you what he could so you could sleep. Sometimes he had a real book, other times he'd read the back of a cereal box or (on extremely rare occasion it wasn't glued to his side) he'd read from your fathers journal
"Sammy?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you read to me?"
He never got frustrated or upset, not even when you learned how to read by yourself. There was just something so soothing about his voice
Dean made each of you hold his hands when you were leaving the motel in the middle of the night or crossing the street. He really felt like a dad with too much on his plate, trying to round up the both of you
You both excelled in school
Your father wasn't too worried about that. You made him proud if you could shoot straight and fight off an attacker, whatever the species, not if you got an A+ on a paper or test
You knew this from the beginning, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt. You hated seeing the look on Sam's face when he shoved his good grade into his backpack
Learning different languages together. At first, just Latin, but then a little Spanish, French, Russian, sign language, etc. It was like having your own language again, one neither John nor Dean could figure out
"Stop doing that, you two."
"Doing what?"
"English. We speak English in this house."
Neither you nor Sam wanted to be hunters. You were good at it, sure, but you wanted more for your life. You wanted to go to college and parties and go on real dates and be normal people
Together, you applied to universities, both getting into Stanford
When Sam had that big fight with John, you left too. You would always defend Sam. That night, you got in John's face, and you yelled. Screamed. It was brutal. He'd never admit it, but it broke Dean. It had always been the three of you. Now he was alone
You and Sam clung together those first few weeks of the semester
Being around all those strangers, having the upbringing that you did, it made you feel like a freak. Eventually you learned what to say, how to be, and you found your place
You were the Winchester Twins to anyone who knew you. Neither of you minded that title
You met Jessica when they first started dating and instantly loved her. The flings you dated were nothing, but Jess really meant something to Sam, so she did to you, too. Eventually, when he decided, you were the first person he talked to about getting engaged to her. You were ecstatic. You really wished your mom was here to see just how great Sam turned out
Sam doesn't tell you about his nightmares, but you can always tell when something is off. He looks tired. Jumpy. You wish, later on, that you had brought it up
Dean goes to you before he goes to Sam, knowing if you say yes, he will too
Initially, you aren't scared or worried, but the more your brother talks, the more fear you see in him
"Y/n, you're really falling for this?"
"Sam, il est vraiment inquiet. Et si papa est blessé ou mort ?"
"Tu ne peux pas être sérieux. C'est de papa dont nous parlons."
"English!"
Eventually he agrees
You hadn't noticed it back then, but your abilities were appearing, too
You didn't know they were dead, though. Sometimes, you couldn't tell. The newly dead had a way of seeming alive. The longer it's been, the worse their injuries seemed to get
There were no signs. A group of women, all dressed up with bridesmaids banners around them. One dressed in white with a tiara. It was the middle of the day, in the middle of campus, but they all seemed drunk. Still, you didn't question it. The night before, all five of them were on the news. Drunk driving accident, no survivors
You barely gave it a second thought
Like old times, you and Sam fight over whose going to sit in the front seat
You and Sam get pulled back into the lives you left behind. It's nice seeing Dean again, listening to the music your father used to play, etc.
When Dean drops you two back at school, you go your separate ways. All you want to do it take a shower and wash the past few days away
It's not until you see the fire do you run back outside
You run into Jess, though, on the lawn of the house you're staying at. She's freezing, in nothing but her pajamas. You tell her to wait there, knowing Sam would give her his coat if you asked
When you get to him, though, he looks sick. Petrified. Dean tells you the news. Jess was dead, the same way as your mom. You almost object, but when you look back to where you left her, she isn't there
You don't bring it up, not then, not for a while
You try to be there for Sam, but he reteats into himself. He has nightmares, he's antsy, angry. You're not sure how to help, what to say, so you let him feel what he has to feel
Strange things keep happening, especially when you're close to your mothers killer, but you don't say a word
Missouri is the only person who knows, and she's very secretive about it. She tells you not to be afraid of them, to welcome them and your abilities
You want to ask her what it means, but Dean interrupts the conversation
When you and Sam bring Dean to see the healer, you accidentally talk to some of his victims. You warn them that it's not safe for them to be there. They look so sad when you say this, not realizing it was too late for them
After John dies, you run into him in the hallway. You thank God that Dean's okay, telling him he's fine, he's going to be fine. John just stares at you. He opens his mouth to speak, but Sam calls you instead. When you look back, he's gone. You find out he died just a few minutes ago
You don't talk about John with either of your brothers. Dean is angry, and Sam feels guilty for fighting with him, but you just feel crazy. Insane. You truly feel like you're losing it
The more visions Sam has, the more people you see. The worse they get. You visit a few of the people like you, but it isn't until after you encounter Andy and Webber do things start to get scary
Dean basically interrogates you about seeing the future or mind control or whatever it is that you might be able to do given that Andy and Webber had abilities (and were twins) just like you and Sammy
You insisted nothing was happening, you didn't have anything special about you. You knew neither were fooled, but Sam made Dean let it go, for your sake
Still you catch them looking at you strangely every so often, especially when you suspect you've seen another dead person
On the way back from a hunt, you stop at a motel where everything that could go wrong does go wrong
Enter this imagine :)
It takes a lot of coaxing, but eventually, you let Sam in as long as he doesn't turn on the light. You can't bear to look at the hanging man
It all comes out whether you want it to or not
Seeing Jess the night of the fire, and John, and your mom, and all those other people. It was horrible. You couldn't make sense of them. Some were victims, homicides and suicides, some were from your hunts, but others just seemed to be regular people who died
Sam feels so guilty that you couldn't come to him about this, that you had kept such a huge secret from him
Dean is angry. He can't protect you from what he can't see. How can he put a stop to this when he doesn't even know what it is?
They make you promise that when you see something, you tell them. You tell them only when you can't hide your fear or discomfort
Dean cringes every time, especially when they're next to you in the car or at your bedside when you go to sleep/wake up
"Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"They're back."
"Which one?"
"The man with no eyes."
Sam reads to you when you go to sleep, when they're standing over you
These days it's Wikipedia pages about your latest hunt or things he finds in odd corners of the internet about being able to see the dead. He's constantly looking for more information about you and him
Thankfully the power seems to go away when Sammy's does, but you know long before he's going to get one of his visions or dreams. They always stand outside the windows and wait and watch
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