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#winchester!baby sister
ellieslittleburrow · 4 months
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Summary : You live near campus, away from Dean and Sam. You haven't seen them in a while. How do you react when you find them right at your door?
Pairings : Dean and Sam winchester x sister
Warnings : nooone, just fluff.
A/N : Hi, babies ❣❣ I hope this is as refreshing to you as it was for me.
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Oil sizzled as you set the stove on the lowest heat. You tossed the chopped up onions into the pan, filling the room with the familiar aroma.
The house phone rang. And you moved the pan aside before heading for the phone. You pressed a button, setting the phone near your ear when a familiar hum sounded.
Oh my god!
"Dean!" You excitedly shouted, earning yourself an "ouch" over the other line. You pressed a another button, opening the complex door for him and since you were only in the third floor, it only took him a quick minute to appear, followed by Sam.
"Hii" You opened your arms, running to embrace both of them. "What a surprise."
"Hey, kiddo." Dean tightly wrapped his arms around you, letting you go when Sam spoke.
"Hey, honey." Sam pulled you into a hug.
"I missed you both so much." Your voice vibrated into Sam's chest. "What are you doing here?"
"Eating, apparently." As Dean's voice went distant, you pulled away from Sam, spinning around to find Dean marching towards the kitchen.
You let out a little chuckle, following behind.
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After setting the plates and beers on the table, you plumped down on the couch, waiting for your brothers to join. And as all three of you started eating, an hour and a half of talks about life, uni, cases and john flowed seamlessly.
"So..." Dean coughed. "Anybody in your life....kid?"
You rolled your eyes at Dean's sudden change of voice. You knew this one, a low tone, manipulative and curious. You're not falling for it.
"Nobody, Dean." You smiled at him, not caring that he already knew you were lying.
"Are you sure about that? Because i'm pretty sure you don't wear size 12 flip floppers." He eyed the entry door and you snorted a laugh. Fucking hell..This guy's eyes..
"Leave her alone, Dean." Sam rolled his eyes before turning to you. "As long as you're happy, honey."
You smiled at his response....your eyes darting around the room when silence set in...
"Alright....Time to head out, Dean." Sam slapped his thighs, readying himself to get up when you pushed him back down.
"No!"
"We have to go, honey. We still have 5 hours to go before we get there." Sam argues and you shook your head.
"Please don't....it's only been an hour." You pleaded, looking over at Dean, who, to your surprise, was staring at you with pleading eyes.
He did not want to go either.
"Come on, Sammy. It's-" you spun around to get a look at the clock. "It's 6pm, don't you wanna get some sleep and head back for the road tomorrow morning?."
Sam grimaced. "I don't know if that's such a good idea, honey. I really do want to stay, but we could always stay over on our way ba-."
You turned to Dean, leaving Sam hanging. But Dean was already laid back, quiet, waiting for you to do all the dirty work. That's when Sam spoke again.
"Okay, how about this" He started, and your eyes grew wide, anticipating what's about to happen.
Sam straightened his back as he held his arms out, positioning one hand on top of the other, his right fist resting on top of his left palm. And as Dean understood the assignment, he got up, mirroring sam.
And in silence you watched, as for the very first time, Sam laid a rock, losing the fight as early as the first round.
You burst into laughter as Sam's eyebrows arose. Nobody expected that. And as you lifted your arms up, jumping in pure ecstasy, Dean grinned triumphantly.
"I won."
You nodded. "And you spend the night here."
Sam smacked his hands together. "Alright, then. Let's prep for a night in."
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And we're done! If yall can spare a minute and tell me about my writiing pleaase? if i should change it up, if it's too repetitive and stuff. No pressure and thanks in advance ❣ 🖤🖤🥀🥀
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hellhoundlair · 6 months
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ive been having girl!sammy thoughts recently btw
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doggobrie · 15 days
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This has been on my mind for a week, and I'm curious what other people think! RB for a wider sample size!
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youchangedmedestiel · 3 months
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I'm still doing my rewatch while my sister is seeing the show for the first and, man, there was thing I didn't remember very well.
Dean facing his demon self in a dream, that was so fucking INTENSE! WOW! And seeing Dean not wanting to go to Hell while you know what will happen is fucking heartbreaking. He finally said his father put so much shit on him and was like, "Yeah you go tell them, LOUDER!" The line that finished me was him saying he didn't deserve to go to Hell. He really didn't. And it makes me so mad to know how his story end, whatever, this is a problem for later.
And then in Mystery Spot, Sam had to live 6 months without Dean. You can see how much he suffered. Before watching it, I told my little sister that it was a fun episode, a bit sad but still funny. At the end she said: "that was the episode you wanted to see?" Well yeah, it was but in my head it was definitely funnier. But here Sam looked fucking destroyed at the end.
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quietwingsinthesky · 9 months
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ok so what about lucifer getting girl!sam pregnant instead of kelly and some hunters finding out sam is carrying the devil's child so they decide to take the matter to their own hands and force abort her baby. while dean is forced to watch. and she screams and moans and begs but he can't do a damn thing to help her🫢
:) what about indeed
Dean didn't want her to keep the baby.
He knew it was going to go wrong. The other shoe would drop, someday, somehow, but that baby had been made wrong, would be born wrong. He wasn't about to let Sam go all Rosemary's Baby, but she put her foot down, stubborn and furious in a way he hadn't seen in years.
"If you ever try to hurt me or him," him, Sam called it, like it's a person and not a monster growing inside her, "I swear, Dean, I'll walk out that door and never come back. You won't see me ever again." He could see that she cut herself off. There's something sharper she didn't say. He could never shake the feeling that what she left unspoken compared him against Lucifer, and that he wasn't the one who came out on top.
If nothing else, Dean was never letting Sam near the devil again.
(Dean walked past her room at night, eavesdropped, heard the quiet whisper of, "I hope you never have to know your father, but… If nothing else, at least I know he'd make sure you came into the world safe. Sometimes, I wonder if that would be worth it." And Dean tried not to break anything as he stormed away.)
But this wasn't her choice anymore. Or his.
Sam screamed as they held her down. She begged for Dean to help, blood running down the sides of her face. He couldn't tell if it was where she'd been hit or the spell they were using to destroy her baby wrecking her body from the inside. The hunter keeping Dean still was saying something about how he should be grateful they were fixing this, since he clearly didn't have the balls to kill it himself. Dean was going to kill all of them the moment he got free. This wasn't theirs to take. He could barely hear chanting through the blood rushing in his ears. They carved symbols into his sister's stomach, her growing baby bump, and she tried to lash out at them before one of them hit her hard enough that she went quiet.
That was what snapped Dean into action. By the end, the only people still breathing were him and Sam.
It was gone. Dean was too late.
(He told himself later that he didn't wait to break free and stop the spell on purpose. He wasn't sure he believed it.)
Sam spent a week locked in her room, refusing to eat unless Dean made her. The cuts scarred ugly across her belly. Cas couldn't heal them, only undo the worse damage inside. Sam glanced at Dean once fearfully before asking Cas in a hushed voice if she could still have a baby in the future, if she hadn't been broken badly enough. Cas had reassured her that she could. Dean had watched her face, the way her gaze drifted off into the middle distance as if someone else was there, before she looked down and nodded.
And then, Sam vanished. Dean brought her breakfast to an empty room. Her phone didn't pick up.
He was halfway through explaining the situation to Cas and asking him for help in tracking her down when Cas froze up, eyes wide.
A second nephil had been conceived.
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lemon-wedges · 2 years
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Commission for @its-the-tenerife-sea who wanted destiel and baby jack at their lake house for Hanukkah :>
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cas-kingdom · 2 years
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For the ask thing "I love you." For Dean Winchester? Platonic, ofc. Thank you!
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“I love you.”
One thing you could count on when it came to bad days, was the consolation of your brothers. It was a given in the life you lived that if empathy was to be spent on one thing, it was emotion, whether you were well-versed in expressing that emotion or not.
You had woken up and not wanted to get out of bed. That had been your sign that serotonin was not on your side today, and when you hadn’t waltzed into the kitchen in your dressing gown and slippers for Sam’s chocolate pancakes after both your brothers had called you numerous times, it’d been theirs. What happened next was an established thing between you, formulated based on nothing but experience.
Sam knocked on your door first, opening it when he received no response. The room was dark still and there was no movement from the lump under the covers. He’d asked if you were okay, just to confirm his thoughts, and when you’d lifted your hand to give him a thumbs-up, he’d asked next if you wanted to talk. The covers shifted slightly when you shook your head, and he accepted it, knowing it was normal and he could trust it. He put a plate of pancakes on your bedside table, squeezed your leg beneath the covers, and left you, knowing you’d come out when you were ready.
You weren’t quite out of her glum stupor when Dean came to check on you an hour later, but you’d surfaced from the covers and gotten half-dressed, staring straight up at the ceiling. Though he and Sam were fine to leave you alone to collect your thoughts for a while, they knew perfectly well from their own experience with such shitty days that any longer wouldn’t help you.
So, Dean came in to do more than ask if you were alright, though he made sure to do that first. When you turned your head and offered him a small smile in response, he mirrored it with one of his own, kissing the tips of his fingers and pressing it to your cheek in an effort to offer you the comfort you needed but weren’t quite in the mood to accept in the form of a hug. “Wanna go for a drive?” he asked gently, and you nodded as you slowly heaved yourself up and dragged a hand tiredly down your face.
“I love you,” Dean said then, a necessity.
You grasped his hand and took in a deep, clearing breath. “Love you too.”
Sometimes, all one needs is hope in the form of a brother.
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cyanide-sippy-cup · 3 months
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Okay, I know I've literally never talked about Supernatural before on this blog but I actually am a massive fan of the series. I could honestly run an entire separate blog about it. Anyway I rediscovered Milo Greene's song "What's the Matter" earlier and it got me thinking about the episode Bitten.
People have eased up on this episode in recent years but overall the general opinion is still pretty negative, which I think is sad since this is probably one of my personal favorites. Keep in mind it's been a couple years since I've rewatched the show, so I'm running mostly on memory here.
First things first, I think it helps keep the series connected to its roots. After season 5, they kept trying to one up themselves in terms of stakes, ultimately leading to such events as "Satan's son's birth opens the multiverse". And we were sitting in the aftermath of Dick and the Leviathans™ where the show was heading back on its stride, so it feels really nice to just remind us where we began. Saving people, hunting things.
Second, it actually does a lot for the worldbuilding. We get to actually see the perspective of both the people being saved and the things to be hunted, all while they have to grapple with it. While they may not be the most compelling, it was really important we got to see the evolution of these friends, a view into the mundane yet interesting history of these regular people's lives. That way it really hits when things go to shit, you (or at least me) genuinely wish things could have gone differently for them. These people had dreams and goals, loved ones, and now two of them are dead and the other is on the run. All that and they still manage to convey it in a way that feels mostly organic.
On top of that, we get a particularly interesting glimpse into how Sam and Dean look from the perspective of strangers, including some interesting character details. Their shenanigans, their work. We really never get to see people who recognize them from other things (like don't they technically still have warrants for their arrest?) so I thought it was cool how the characters pick up on that.
The found footage aspect is usually hated by people, but I thought it was a really cool way to see it unfold. Cause remember, they could have easily just given us an episode from someone else's POV. But instead, we experience it as the brothers experience it. Context for certain things is missing, there are time jumps and finally it ends with a message directly for them both.
It makes sense that they would film what they do too (for the most part). We see that these are people who record fun and mundane things just for the hell of it, so of course they would record one of the most strange and harrowing events of their lives. In an era where people record strangers for internet points, it's honestly refreshing to see people record mostly just for the sake of capturing memories or entertainment for themselves.
I know a lot of people like it, but it holds a special place in my heart. When I think of the heart of the show, I don't think about the world ending or the multiverse or any of that, I think of stuff like this. Things that really stick in your mind.
And also that song fucks.
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milfcodeddean · 1 year
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Tbh I have such a secret love for “Winchester sister” fics especially when the girl is waaayyyy younger bc
1. That’s just a genre I like
2. You know j*hn would just leave her with Dean so she’d be more Dean’s kid than his
3. Even more problems in Dean’s mind bc it’s one thing to have j*hn put a gun in his hands at age 6 or to be a teenager looking after a 12 year old and ‘babying Sam’ but it’s another to be in his 20s looking at an actual child and realizing that he cannot understand choices J*hn made.
4. If the girl has been there since before Stanford and Sam knew her then it’s got levels of drama to the “you abandoned the family” and to the regrets on Sam’s end and that’s a relationship to also rebuild OR if the girl joined the family during those years then Sam gets to be utterly shocked and have emotions over that. AND with either of these he can feel replaced as Dean’s sidekick/baby. And it’s a whole new dynamic of Sam being more of a middle child
5. It adds to the Sam realizing Dean raised him seeing him do it again and would exacerbate some of their early seasons fights about family and about j*hn
6. Faith can be more devastating bc Sam is now reconciling that he might lose dean and also have to become a parent
7. Scarecrow too bc Sam’s leaving again
I forgot where I was going with this
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pumpkinrootbeer · 4 months
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people hate s11 lip but like.
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I get it.
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ellieslittleburrow · 1 month
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Summary : Your phone dies just when you lied to your father about where you are. How does he react when he finds you?
Warnings : Being chased by somebody
A/N : woo woo! First Beau fic, thanks to @dreamerbouquet 🪷🪷 alsooooooooo, i'm so angry at how my writing is so repetitive yall 😭 i hate it i need a change.
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-- Your phone dies before you get to send that last text..
Fucking hell. You just lied too-you weren't right...quite on Ousel Falls, you're still in the woods near by, limping your way out as you dragged your bicycle through the mud.
You SOMEHOW trip over something and fly forward, landing over a broken branch that brushes your skin just enough to remove it.
Fuckking hell..
Thankfully, you know your way through the vast space and so you walk...and walk, spinning around when a creaking sounds behind you..."Hello?" You say, frantically looking around. Dear god...
Another creak sounds and a figure appears from afar, seemingly running towards you. A gasp escapes your lips and you push away the bicycle before spriting forward, in spite of your aching foot. You run and hop over branches, looking over your shoulder at the person running after you.
You didn't have time to back down, you thought of your father, what he'd do-Thankfully you're only a little under a mile away from the entrance of the woods, and so your feet spring faster-and as you look back once more, you bump into something-which you push away.
"N-No." You push agaisnt it-
"I'ts me, it's me-it's dad."
"We have to go they're com-"
"Calm down, calm down honey-it's just a bunch of kids" Your dad shakes your body gently, leaning close to you to get your attention. "They ran away already, just a bunch of kids."
You take a breather, processing as your heatbeat starts slowing down...
"Come here." He says, pulling you into his chest, one hand envelopping your back and the other resting over the back of your head. "Dear god...you scared me-i thought-" He shut himself up, proceeding with a long sigh.
You pull away from him, biting your lip in an attempt to dtop your quivering chin. "I'm sorry...i-" a sob escapes your throat and you lean back into his chest- Relief has finally hit you and your muscles relaxed... "i'm sorry i didn't mean to scare you-or for my phone to die i-"
He interrupts you, pulling you away firmly. And when your eyes meet, a wave of emotions travels through his eyes. He looks worried and sad and relieved and angry, all of which overwhelm you.
"What did i say about going to the woods alone?" His voice is firm. But the tenderness in his furrowed eyebrows isn't. "What did i say about that?" He demands a response and you just don't have one.
"I-i m-i don't know-I I didn't take it that seriously-" you stop yourself, hell..you just exposed yourself-you shouldn't have.. "i'm sorry."
Your dad rubs your back "It's okay.." He rests his chin over your head, temporarily planting kisses on it.
"It's okay...i'm here now." Your dad reassures you one last time before stepping back. "Do we need to go to the hospital?" He kneels down when his attention lands on your bleeding leg.
"No, no need for that." You reassure him back, staggering back when he held your leg up a little high. You rested your hand on his shoulder, balancing yourself. "I'm okkay."
You're not-You wince as your father examines what turns out to be an open cut.
"Can you walk?"
You roll your eyes. "Dad, it's not that serious it's just a c-"
"Can you or can you not?" He cuts you off.
"I caaaan..." You groan in annoyance. It's a lie but-he's already tired enough
"Okay....let's go then. If i notice you're limping i'm carrying you back." He orders and a smile appears on your face.
"Okay" You can't fight that. "Thank you."
"I'm...i'm just glad you're okay, honey."
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I wish i could've made this one longer. But i'm too tired. Anyway, kissies yall, i hope you enjoyed reading this 🥀🥀🥀❤️❤️❤️
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sunshine-zenith · 1 year
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Baby in a trench coat
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spnj2fanlw · 5 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, John Winchester Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Gender Changes, Female Sam Winchester, Sibling Incest, Pre-Series Dean Winchester, Pre-Series Sam Winchester, Teenagers, Stanford Era (Supernatural), Season/Series 01, Always Female Sam Winchester Summary:
A story in adolescence and coming back to each other.
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quietwingsinthesky · 7 months
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thinking about amara trying to brother-fy dean again.
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berylcluster · 1 month
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“Whats up Winchester?” (Here have a random asks for Dean)
⊰ RANDOM ASK ft. DEAN ⊱
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➫ DEAN had stopped dead in his tracks, on his way out of the current motel the gang had been staying at. Hearing her voice, was like a ray of light from heaven hitting him, as if it was anything other than Charlie, his pseudo little sister. The way he lit up was almost a little sad. "Charlie!" He didn't even hesitate to hurry over, wrapping her up in the biggest bear hug. "Where the hell have you been? Do I wanna know?" Get in line, Sam, this was gonna be a long hug.
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cas-kingdom · 2 years
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"You did this to get my attention and now you fully have it. Let's hear it"
W/ John (Winchester) and your OC ❤️
A/N: This is the same reader as my other SPN fics, but since she’s so young I decided to keep her as my OC.
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"You did this to get my attention and now you fully have it. Let’s hear it.”
Lily stood trembling behind her father’s legs, gripping the material of his jacket. He had one hand grazing her shoulder, a needed reminder that she was still alive and hadn’t been taken by the damn shifter just ahead of them before he’d arrived, the other gripping his gun.
He could tell it was a weak shifter, perhaps out alone for the first time in its miserable life, because it seemed to be flickering between reality and illusion. The image it had possessed to lure Lily out had John warring with his conscious and whatever was beneath that. Though he had the gun in his hand, loaded with silver bullets, he was struggling with his instincts. Because if the shifter had taken the form of anyone other than her, it would have been dead the moment he’d seen it.
The fragility of his mind was dangerously proved when the shifter’s crooked mouth opened and a silver blade suddenly ripped through its heart. The world seemed to stand still as John watched it crumple to the floor, a familiar wave of emotions spilling over him as he stared at its dead body. 
“The hell, Dad?” 
John snapped his gaze up to see Dean, holding the bloody knife in his hand. He looked surprised, and John knew it could be a reaction to one of two things: the fact he hadn’t killed the shifter while he’d had an obvious opening, or the sight of his ten-year-old sister standing behind him.
When John didn’t reply, Dean circled the shifter and bent over to peer at the face. His expression warped immediately once he caught it and he straightened quickly and swallowed, twisting his face in displeased understanding.
Before he could ask anything further, if that had indeed been his intention, John sobered and spun to face Lily. He grasped her little shoulders and shook, once and hard.
“What don’t you understand about ‘stay in the car’?” he all but yelled, the danger of the situation finally rushing back to him. He and Dean had been flushing out a shifter nest in Illinois, one of the first hunts since Sam had left for Stanford. John had parked the impala in the trees and given Lily strict instructions to stay put while he and Dean did their job, Sam not being there to stay with her at a motel. Lily had done as she’d been told for the first half hour, writing in her notebooks while she munched on a makeshift dinner of cereal bars and sandwiches, but the shifter had made her forget. She’d seen its face, its blonde hair, its blue eyes, and she’d opened the door. She was only lucky John had been on his way back, and they’d both been luckier that Dean hadn’t been far behind.
“Did you wanna get killed? Huh?” John shook his daughter again, his face the picture of terrified rage. He saw her bottom lip quiver and her brows knit together above wide, cloudy eyes as she stared up at him. 
“Sorry,” she muttered, her voice shaking, “but I—it was Mommy—Daddy, I saw Mommy and I wanted to say—just to say hi!”
John pressed his lips together in a thin line as his own vision became clouded with tears. Lily looked so much like her. So much like his Mary. The real Mary, not the obscured picture he’d seen just seconds ago before Dean had destroyed it. He often forgot that Lily had seen her mother in photographs alone, never having been privy to the beautiful reality of her hugs and her voice and the face that no shifter could truly replicate. Lily had been taught of the dangers of the world. She knew how to shoot a gun and how to throw a knife. But she’d never been taught that her mother had been anything other than safe.
With a quick, releasing breath, John pulled Lily to him, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her feet from the ground. “That wasn’t Mommy, baby,” he whispered. Lily nuzzled into the crook of his shoulder, her own tiny arms gripping the back of his jacket.
“Looked like Mommy,” she mumbled back.
Dean had made quick work of removing his jacket to cover the shifter’s face. He squeezed one of his sister’s hands with a sigh, recognising that John was still reeling.
“It looked like Mommy,” he said, “but it wasn’t her, Lils. It was a monster pretending to be her, you know that, right?”
Lily blinked so innocently it made Dean’s heart clench. The words were cruel, but he knew they’d stick with her.
“I know,” she spoke barely audibly. “Mommy has a prettier smile.”
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