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peachwizard · 7 years

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Giving Up

Request: Hi! Can you a sis fic based kind of like 11x12 in which the reader is staying with Jody, Claire and Alex because she screwed up a few hunts and when Sam and Dean come they see she is sad because she doesn’t have many friends and gave up hunting because Dean told her she was bad at it? Just basically really fluffy and angsty. Maybe she ends up saving Sam and Dean? I know it’s kinda long but I hope you take it into account :)) @newyorkrebel

A/N: As always, sorry for being dead to the world. I literally have hardly any free time and the free time I do have I don’t have the inspiration to write. Would love your feedback if you have any to give! Thanks guys I appreciate you for sticking with me even though I’m not a frequent writer.

Characters: Sister!Reader, Dean, Sam, Claire (mentioned), Alex (mentioned), Jody, John (mentioned)

Warnings: swearing, angst, violence, arguing, self doubt/harsh words about self to self?, Dean being mean, fluff, mention of death but no dying.. I think that’s it, as always let me know if I missed anything

Tagging: @winchesters-favorite-girl @mycuddlycorner @percussiongirl2017 @wonderange @leenasleena-blog @tolaughistolove If you wanna be added/removed let me know!

You were laying in bed with your headphones on, blocking out the world, listening to your favorite song that helped you forget how much your life sucked right now. You were thankful that Claire wasn’t in the room you both shared and both frequented, since you had a somewhat similar outlook on life. Pushed away and abandoned by those you cared about most, and hating your life. You had one difference, and that was that you no longer wanted to hunt, whereas Claire wanted to hunt more than anything, in fact, that’s where she was right now, investigating for a possible hunt. You figured that Claire only wanted to hunt because no one told her she sucked at it. She was a good hunter for sure, and you thought you were, but according to your brothers, who you loved more than anything, you were no good.

You had just finished a hunt, four ghosts were all haunting a recently renovated hotel, and all three of you left with a fair share of scratches, cuts, and bruises. Although you were fine, all of the people were not. One person, the hotel manager, a really nice but ignorant young man, was killed in your final battle to salt and burn the ghosts.

They all were buried in the back of the hotel, and he came out to yell at you for digging up their nice new garden. You tried to save him, but not every ending was a happy one. It wouldn’t have been so bad, people die on the job all the time, you can’t get attached, except that Dean was yelling at you and blaming you for it. For as often as he told you not to get attached, he was a bit of a hypocrite.

You, of course, were not going to sit there and take your moron older brother yelling at you for no reason, so you started fighting back. You and Dean were almost exactly alike, just as stubborn and hotheaded as the other. You went back and forth all the time, just shouting nonsense at each other until Sam broke it up and you both calmed down and apologized to each other on the long ride back to the bunker, however, this time was different.

Instead of you being cut off by Sam’s insistence to shut up because you were giving him a headache, you were cut off by Dean’s harsh words, you could hear them over and over again in your head every moment of the day since he said them, “Yeah well we would never have the problem of people dying or us ever screwing up a case if Y/N didn’t suck and wasn’t such a goddamn terrible hunter! You make the Winchester name a disappointment.”

After that the three of you were silent on the car ride back to the bunker, you waited for the boys to pass out, packed a bag, wrote a note, and high tailed it out to Jody’s. Maybe if you couldn’t hunt you could be better at normal life. Or at least that’s what you thought. Being with Jody for a few months now, you had attended a normal high school and literally had no friends. You were just some freak girl that came in the middle of the year and had a weird liking for flannel, even when it was too hot to wear.

It also didn’t help that you had the IQ of a squirrel. You may have gotten Sammy’s puppy dog eyes and bitch face, but you most certainly did not get his brain. Every class you took you were horrible in, it was a good thing you were home schooled by Sam and didn’t go to actual school before this, because you definitely would have failed out.

You heard the door open and close and voices that were not what you were used to hearing, so you took out your headphones and looked down the stairs, only to hear and get a glimpse of your two older brothers. All you could manage to think was that it had been months and they only came to see you now. They tried calling and texting you and Jody, but you would never answer and refused to talk when Jody tried to make you. You figured if they really wanted you they would come get you, and you figured out soon enough that they did not really want you. You figured that Sam agreed with what Dean said, and they both thought you were a bad hunter.

Upon further listening, you realized they didn’t actually come to see you. There was a hunt nearby and were asking if Jody and Claire would come help. JODY and CLAIRE. They didn’t even want to talk to you, they didn’t want your help on any hunts, they really just didn’t want you at all. You went back to your room and locked the door, you didn’t want to hear anymore of the conversation.

You stayed locked in your room the first two days the boys were around except to sneak down to grab some food when you got hungry. They would come and knock on the door occasionally and you would give them the silent treatment as they tried to talk to you through the door. You didn’t want to hear their pathetic excuses, so when you started to feel like you just might go open it, you put your headphones in to drown out their voices.

The third night you heard your brothers go out back to check whatever they supposedly had heard, then you heard Jody shouting their names and rushing out after them. That couldn’t be good. From overhearing their conversations downstairs the past three days, you knew that they were hunting werewolves. Well at least they were, it seemed that now the werewolves were hunting them.

You reached under your bed where you kept your duffel filled with all of your weapons, including the gun your dad bought for you, and the silver knife from Dean. You loaded the gun with silver bullets and strapped the knife to your thigh and ran down the stairs as quickly, but as quietly as you could.

Through the open back door you could see your brothers and Jody on their knees with their hands tied behind their backs in front of the werewolves. From what you could see and hear, it was probably about six or seven of them. You were definitely going to die taking them on alone, but you weren’t going to sit by while your big brothers and the only woman you had ever known as a mother get massacred.

You stepped out into the open and shot the two standing in front of the open doorway, one right after the other. They clearly didn’t realize that anyone else was home or involved. When the third came rushing through the door, you shot him too. When four more came rushing at you, you panicked.

Y/N, why do you suck at hunting? Why are you a failure at the one thing that you should know how to do? Why are you such a disappointment to the Winchester name? Was all that was flooding through your head. In your hesitation, they were much closer. Oh yeah, you were gonna die. You shut down the thoughts in your head, adrenaline came rushing into your system, your basic instincts to survive took hold, you told that voice that sounded remarkably like Dean to shut the fuck up, and you managed to shoot and kill a fourth before the other three advanced on you.

You grabbed your knife and prepared for a bloody fight. You knew you were fighting, harder than you ever had. These werewolves were almost twice your size and had superhuman strength. You could feel yourself getting bruised, broken, and cut, but you kept going because you knew otherwise you would die.

You finally looked around at the bloodshed in front of you. The three werewolves lied dead in front of you just as you heard Dean, Sam, and Jody all rush in. They must have tied them together pretty well if they all just escaped now, your brothers were known for being able to get themselves out of sticky situations, but this time it appears that it could have been too late.

Suddenly, you realized all the blood over you, from head to toe. You weren’t sure what belonged to you and what belonged to the werewolves. Dean made a beeline for you and grabbed your face with both of his hands, checking to see if you were alright. He then started looking down your body for any serious injuries, and when he found none he immediately grabbed you and held you close to his body, one arm wrapped around your back and the other holding your head to the crook of his neck.

“Oh god. Sweetheart, are you alright? Taking on seven werewolves alone? Are you insane? Holy shit. You’re okay. You’re okay...” he started mumbling over and over to himself. When he pulled back you could see the tears in his eyes, which is what made you break down and pull him back into a hug. “Shhh. It’s alright. I’m here. Sammy’s here. We’re here. I’m so sorry. You did so good. You are a hell of a hunter, Y/N/N. I didn’t mean any of it, I’m so sorry.”

When you finally calmed yourself down enough you looked up at him, “I couldn’t let them kill you guys. I love you. I’m sorry I suck at hunting, Dean, and I always make everyone die.”

“Oh honey, that’s not true. You just saved all of us. You don’t suck at hunting. I was just angry and then couldn’t find the words to apologize. You are one damn good hunter. I couldn’t have killed all those werewolves myself when I was your age. I love you so much, sweetheart.”

You both rambled back and forth until Sam could tell everything was fine and then reached in and grabbed you from Dean for a hug.

“Hey, Sammy,” you smiled at him.

“Hey, Y/N. We’ve missed you.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I thought you guys just didn’t want me anymore because I thought that you thought that I was a bad hunter... You never even tried to get me from Jody’s.”

“No way. You are just as good as any Winchester. We just figured that maybe with Jody you could get out of the life. That’s why we didn’t come take you back. We’re sorry. We went about it all the wrong way. We want you back with us, at least if that’s what you want.”

“Of course that’s what I want. I’ve missed you two morons like crazy.”

“Let’s get going then. Go get your stuff.”

You let Sam go and rushed up the stairs to get all your stuff from your room. While you were gone, Jody spoke to Sam and Dean, “If I ever hear that you two say anything like that again to your little sister, I am driving myself over to that bunker and letting you idiots have it. Am I understood?”

They both looked at her with caution in their eyes and nodded their heads, “Yes ma’am.”

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peachwizard · 7 years

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You’ll Be Fine

Request: hello friend!!! Could you please do a sister!reader fic where Sams in college and reader is about 15-16 and its it first day of highschool. Shes like really nervous and dean conforts her and stuff. She find a quick salt and burn with the guy she sits next to? Idk i thought of a whole story but i think you could write it better, thanks soooooo much!!! @rosiesstanderds

A/N: I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I have been dying at college. I hope you enjoy this!! And again, I am sorry I have been dead to the world for like months.

Characters: Dean x Sister!Reader, John Winchester, OC, Sam (mentioned)

Warnings: swearing, angst, violence, mention of blood/gore, sadness, let me know if i missed anything!

Tagging: @percussiongirl2017 @leenasleena-blog @winchesters-favorite-girl

Another stupid day. Another moment where you wake up and forget for a second that Sam is gone, that he left you and Dean, and won’t even answer your texts or phone calls. Another stupid hunt. Another week or two of wondering if Dad is okay, if he is alive. Another stupid school. Another month of hearing Dean complain that Dad left him behind on this hunt to watch poor little old you.

This day is worst than most though. This isn’t just your first day of school, its your first day of high school. You remember when you started middle school. Sam was there to comfort you, to tell you everything would be okay, but that was just middle school. High school is a completely new hell that you didn’t want to explore. And of course, your big brother Sam just left you to deal with it on your own.

Sam and you were unbelievably close. He always was making sure you were studying, making time for school, being the best that you could be. He would take you to soccer practices, made you join teams, told you that you would be so great once you got to high school you would make varsity everywhere you went and they would be begging you at your feet to stay when Dad said it was time to leave.

So when Sam left with no goodbye you were devastated. You didn’t know how to deal with it. You just remember coming back to the room after getting some candy out of the motel vending machine and Sam and Dad were screaming at each other, nothing new. You sat down next to Dean on the motel bed and offered him some of your candy, like you two were at the movies, watching your brother and dad fight.

Things got worse this time though, once you heard Sam mention Stanford and that he wanted to go and leave. That’s when Dad gave you ten bucks and told you to go get a milkshake from the diner two blocks away. You were reluctant to leave, but Sam told you, “Don’t worry Y/N/N, I’ll meet you there, order me a vanilla one?”

So you sat there, waiting for him. You had no idea how long you were there. Long enough for Sam’s milkshake to completely melt. Long enough for it to get dark outside. Long enough for Dean to come get you once him and Dad realized that you were still gone and had probably been waiting for Sam all that time.

When you got back to the motel and you saw that Sam’s stuff was gone, you freaked out. Dad told you that he wanted to go to college and leave all of you behind. You didn’t believe him. You called Sam and texted him obsessively for a month waiting for him to answer. Eventually it said that the number had been disconnected.

You were in denial for a long time before it hit you like a ton of bricks one morning when Dean was driving you to school. He had to turn around and take you back to the motel. Even when you thought you couldn’t cry anymore, tears would still come. You missed Sam more than anything, you loved him more than anything, but this whole time you were nothing to him.

Your dad and Dean didn’t know how to deal with you. Sam was the one who was the soft and comforting one, or “girly” according to Dean. You suffered on your own for the longest time. You like to think that now you and Dean are really close, but it isn’t the same way you were with Sam. Sam was your best friend, and being a teenage girl’s best friend came with “chick flick moments” which Dean refused to be apart of. You did a lot of crying in the shower and closed yourself off to everyone.

Dean and Dad were protective, like Sam was and like any older brother or father would be, but you didn’t have a special connection with them. Even though you were a tomboy for the most part, you never could click with either of them. You had wanted to go out into the real world, go to school, get a job, like Sam had always told you, but now it was just a sad reminder of the brother that left you. So you hated the real world now, and all you wanted to do was hunt.

You woke up the morning of your first day feeling unbelievably sick to your stomach. Your dad was already gone on a hunt, and you thought it would be fairly easy to convince Dean that you weren’t feeling well enough to go to school. I mean who cared anyways? Sam was in the “real” world, so as far as you were concerned you didn’t want to be there, and thus didn’t give a crap about school. You took a shower so that it would at least seem like you were putting some effort into going to school, but decided that you would come out complaining that you weren’t really feeling up to it. Easy, right? Wrong. You came out of the shower and walked up to Dean who made you waffles for your first day, “Dean... I don’t feel really good. I don’t think I can go in today.” Dean gave you a look, “You seemed fine last night and this morning. What’s wrong?” “Just my stomach hurts really bad and I have an awful headache. I think I might be getting the flu.” Dean carefully glanced you over, “Haha. Nice try, sweetheart. I know all the tricks. You forgot that I once was a delinquent trying to get out of going to school... Except no one was there to tell me that I had to go...” His thoughts were taking a different turn, but he quickly shook his head and remained on the topic: you. “Regardless you are going because I am making you. You are super smart Y/N, I’m not letting you throw this away.” “Throw what away?! Dean, I’m going to be a hunter for the rest of my life. I don’t need to know biology, or calculus, or how to write a freaking essay!” “I thought you always wanted to go to school.” You looked down shyly at your feet, “Yeah... Well... Things change.” “Come on, sweetheart. Its high school! Get excited!” “Excited about what, Dean? The mean girls? The people looking weird at the new kid? The boys who ask me out as a joke? Having to leave the one or two friends I actually make without so much as a goodbye as soon as Dad gets back? The fact that school is gonna be harder than ever and no one can help me?” You hadn’t realized until Dean grabbed your face and started wiping at your cheeks, but tears were steadily streaming down. “Hey, hey. Don’t get all sappy on me now. School is gonna be fine. You’re gonna be in all the smart kid classes, I mean you are the smartest kid I’ve ever met... High school is nothing compared to all the other shit you’ve had to deal with. You’ll be fine... And I don’t know... If you need me to read a paper or something or try to check your homework... I don’t know.” You cut him off and gave him a soft smile seeing that he was struggling to come up with the right words, “Thanks, Dean.” He picked up his keys and shoved the two plain waffles into your hands for breakfast to go, “Now let’s go! You are gonna be late on your first day and we can’t have that!”

When you got to the school, Dean pulled off to the sidewalk to let you out. he couldn’t help but notice that you were still upset. Dean decided that he was gonna bring up the one person that you two and your dad had silently agreed to never mention. “Y/N... Listen. I know you are all upset about Sam leaving because he was your buddy and all that and he really got you with all that touchy feely crap you guys were into... And I know that I don’t even come close to him... But if you need someone to talk to... about all that touchy... feely stuff... I’m here for you.” For a second, Dean thought you were just going to ignore him and leave, but instead you quickly grabbed him and crushed him with a tight hug. Dean was momentarily taken aback, but returned the hug with equal force and he kissed the top of your head. He felt his heart drop, but then immediately swell up when he heard you quietly mumble the three words that he loved to hear from you more than anyone else, “I love you.” After that you pulled back, gave a shaky laugh, wiped at your teary eyes, and then opened the door. As you went to shut it you gave Dean a shy smile which he returned with a bright one, one that you rarely saw from him now. As you walked away, Dean looked after you smiling, wondering how he got so lucky to have you as his sister. He rolled down his window and shouted out to you, “Hey kiddo!” You turned back to look at him while he mustered up all the strength he had, he knew that you needed to hear this and you needed to hear it now, “I love you too!” Then he saw you give him a bright smile and wipe at your eyes again. You playfully rolled your eyes and waved him off. Dean didn’t leave until he saw you enter the school. He was gonna make sure you ended up happy if it was the last thing he ever did.

Three periods into school and you were so done. You were currently sitting in your calculus class with kids a year older than you. That was all thanks to Sam for making you take high level classes whenever you could. Instead of paying attention, you decided to pull out of your bag some notes from the hunt that your dad was on in the area. He asked for yours and Dean’s help with some research, and what better time than a math class that was boring you out of your mind? You didn’t even realize the kid sitting next to you looking over what you were doing with wonder... “Holy shit...” he whispered. You quickly looked up, startled. Great. Now you were going to be “the freak.” You frantically whispered back, “It’s not what it looks like.” He gave you a smug smile, “Really? Because it looks to me like you’re hunting.” Your face dropped, “What...” “Oh don’t look so freaked. I’m Matt. My parents are in town on a hunt... I’m assuming yours are too?” “I’m... Y/N, And...My... My dad is...” “So you know that they are coming up with jack squat?” “Y-yeah.. My dad said that whatever it is, is messing with hunters. Its killing things like it could be werewolves, vamps, ghouls, random ghosts... there’s no pattern. Its trying to keep hunters off of its tail so they don’t know what they’re up against.” “You know what.. We should-” And then the bell rang. Once you got into the hallway you stood against the lockers, and he continued, “me and you... We should hunt this thing!” “What? Are you crazy? If my dad doesn’t kill me, which he will, my brother will! So I’ll be dead twice!” “They don’t even know what they are dealing with. They’re making you do all the dirty work. All the research.” “Exactly! They don’t even know what it is, how the hell would we figure it out?” “I bet you already have an idea of what it is. I know I do.” “So if we do, then our parents should too. “ “They don’t! They are looking at it from the middle, they are surrounded. We are the outsiders. We do the research. What do you think it is?” “It’s obviously a shifter. Nothing else is that meticulous about details. Nothing else cares that much to try to be like other monsters. Its what shifters do, they copy.” “Well then we know what it is and we know how to kill it so lets do it!” “Why don’t we just call our parents?” “Come on! Live a little, Y/N!” You contemplated on whether or not you should do it... Sam would tell you no. Stay in school, don’t get involved with hunting, get as far as possible away as you could. So naturally, you decided, “I’m in. When do we leave?” “Now?” “Sounds good to me.” And the two of you just casually walked out the back door to the school.

After looking over where all the victims houses were and then the sewer plans for the town, you figured out where the shifter was most likely holed up. You were about to go when you realized, “Ummm. Wait. I don’t have any silver on me. We need to get weapons.” Matt replied, “Okay, we will meet back here in twenty.” The two of you went your separate ways, and you only hoped that Dean wasn’t in the room right now. Once you got to the motel and saw the impala in the parking lot, you cursed. Of course Dean would be there. Where else would he be? You put your ear up to the door and heard that the shower was on. Perfect. You snuck in, being more quiet than you ever had been. Dean was humming “Thunderstruck” by AC/DC in the shower, every so often singing the words. You reached into his bag and grabbed a silver knife and a gun that you knew he wouldn’t notice if it went missing for just a day. As you got to the door you heard the shower turn off, you opened the door and looked back to see that your backpack was on the floor next to his bag. You quietly ran back and grabbed it, only managing to close the door to the motel room right as Dean was coming out of the shower, him just barely missing you.

You met back up with Matt and then went to the sewer entrance you were planning on using. Both of you knew where you were going, and it didn’t take long. You found the area that the shifter was in, and it was obvious that someone-or something- was living here. You heard footsteps and panicked, both of you rushing to hide.

You spotted a man who looked exactly like the last victim’s husband. It had to be your shifter! You and Matt gave each other a nod, took a deep breath and came out of your hiding spot. The shifter was definitely not expecting either of you, so he was surprised enough that you got a good cut on him.

He was quick to retaliate, and you got a bad scratch below your eye. You tried to take him down, but he was way to strong for you. You were roughly thrown into the wall and hit your head, you looked around for Matt and couldn’t find him anywhere.

You realized quickly that he had bailed on you. You had never been more scared in your life. Taking down a shifter was something you had never done before. You had never even hunted alone before. And to be completely honest, you hardly even hunted to begin with.

Your brain started to panic as the shifter slowly approached you again. He lifted you by the front of your shirt and slammed you into the wall again, you were pretty sure that you were going to have a concussion.

After being slammed into the wall a few more times and being thrown on the ground, kicked in the ribs, stabbed in the arm, and slammed into the wall again, you finally came to your senses. All the training from your dad and brothers hit you like a train. You remembered the smaller knife in your pocket and reached for it, stabbing the shifter in the eye.

While he screamed in pain and dropped you to the ground, you picked up your silver knife that had fallen on the ground and stabbed him through the chest. As soon as the shifter was dead, you immediately felt the immense pain in your head and in your back. You dropped to the ground and passed out now that you knew the shifter was dead and you were safe.

Meanwhile, Dean was waiting in the impala for you outside of school. He was confused when you didn’t arrive thirty minutes after the bell rang and everyone had come out and was long gone. He went inside and had them call you over the intercom. He thought maybe you were in detention or something, but when the office looked back at you throughout the day and saw that you weren’t in your last few classes, Dean stormed out of the office freaking out. He had no idea where you were or what you were doing.

He got in the impala and sped back to the motel just praying that you skipped class to smoke or something like a normal teenager, and found your way back to the motel on your own. When he got there and saw no sign of you he really started to freak out.

Until he noticed that his hunting bag was left unzipped. Something he never did. After closer inspection he found that a gun, silver bullets, and a silver knife were missing. If he wasn’t panicking before he was now. He started pacing back and forth, freaking out over the fact that his baby sister was out hunting on her own. Hunting a shifter no less. All. Alone.

Dean doesn’t know how long he stood there pacing and panicking for, but he finally realized that he had to find you and come after you, so he started to pack his bag and get his stuff together. He figured you went after whatever Dad was hunting, and thought it was a shifter. Knowing you, you were probably right, so while he brought every weapon he owned, he put a silver knife in his pocket and loaded his gun with silver bullets.

Just as he was ready to leave, you came through the door looking like the living dead. You were hunched over, blood all over your face, hair, and clothes, holding onto your left arm with your right hand. Dean dropped everything in his hands and ran over to you and hugged you too tight for a person with broken ribs.

You let out a small whimper and he immediately released you. He held you at arms length and assessed you. He forced you onto the bed and started to patch you up without saying a word. You knew you were gonna get it. He didn’t even look angry, he looked way too calm.

He stitched up your arm and wrapped your ribs to provide some comfort and support while they healed, wiped your face off from all the blood caked on only to realize he had to stitch a cut above your eyebrow.

When he finished he sat down at the kitchen table for a minute. You were looking at him, confused as to why he wasn’t yelling at you. While you really didn’t want to talk to him or make things worse, you figured you should apologize to him.

You took a deep breath and spoke, “I-I-I’m sorry, Dean.”

He looked up at you with a face that you couldn’t read. He stood up and started pacing in front of where you were sitting on the bed. He stopped for a second and grabbed you some painkillers from his bag and a bottle of water from the fridge and handed them to you.

Then he went back to pacing while you swallowed the pills. When you put down the water bottle, he finally decided to speak in a calm manner surprisingly, “What were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t…” you responded while looking shamefully at your feet.

“Y/N/N, this isn’t like you. Why would you do something as stupid as this?” This time his voice had a hint of anger.

“Well, there was this boy and…”

“Oh! A boy! Of course!”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Typical that you did something dumb as shit to impress some no good waste of space boy.”

“He was some hunters kid. He convinced me to go out of the hunt…”

“Jesus Y/N! You are lucky to be alive! The only reason you even got out was because you got lucky! You aren’t a good enough hunter yet to be taking down shifters with some dumbass boy!”

“...He… He left me… Once the shifter got there… He ran....” You started to tear up, the reality of the situation hitting you hard. Dean was right. You were stupid. You should have never listened to Matt.

“I know you didn’t just fucking tell me he abandoned you and left you alone with a shifter.”

“He did…”

Dean rubbed his hands down his face, “Oh my god, Y/N.” He seemed to be debating what to say next, and it seemed like his calm streak was over, “I can’t believe you could be this stupid! You know you shouldn’t trust anyone! No one! No one except me and Dad. You got it? God Y/N… What the fuck! No seriously what the fuck! You are so goddamn lucky. Oh my god… So lucky. I could be finding your dead body right now!”

You didn’t know when you started full on crying, but next thing you knew Dean was hugging you and you were hugging him tightly back, you tried to speak through the sobs, “I-I-I know… I am so sorry Dean. You are right about everything. I just… I don’t know… I wanted to prove that I could be a hunter. A good hunter. I’m just still upset about… about… you know who… I know I shouldn’t have gone out with some random idiot boy.”

“Hey, hey… I’m sorry for yelling at you, sweetheart, but no more hunting without me or Dad. You got it? I just can’t deal with anything bad happening to you. I can’t lose anyone else important to me... Especially you, sweetheart.” He paused, “But between you and me, it’s pretty badass that you killed a shifter all alone, Y/N. I couldn’t have done that at your age,” Dean was giving you a soft smile.

“You mean you aren’t gonna tell Dad?” You shyly looked up at him.

“Nah, I think this can stay between the two of us, don’t you think so baby?”

You smiled and nodded, “Yeah, I think so.”

“Now tell me about the douche who left you…”

You and Dean were laughing and watching cartoons when your dad came back earlier than expected.

Dean spoke as your dad closed the door, “Hey Dad. You’re back early.”

Your dad placed his bag on the floor, “Yeah, turns out some other hunter got to it before we did, it was a shifter. Can’t believe I didn’t realize sooner.”

Your dad walked over and gave you a kiss on the forehead, “Hey babygirl, how’ve you been?”

“I’m good. Dean and I have been having a lot of fun this week.” You and Dean exchanged looks, knowing he was thinking back to when you found Matt and beat the shit out of him while Dean watched. Was it a little sadistic? Yeah. But he left you for dead, basically betrayed you. And no one does that to a Winchester.

“Good, I’m glad to hear that,” your dad clapped his hands together, “Alright I’m gonna take a shower and then we are gonna head out. Got wind of another case up north from here.”

“Sounds good, Dad! We’ll have everything together!” Dean called back.

You smiled and turned to Dean, “Some other hunter got the shifter, Dean.”

He playfully pushed your arm and had a smile on his face, “Shut up kid and go pack the car.”

You got up and saluted him, “Sir yes sir!”

You both laughed at that. Yeah, the relationship you had with Dean was different than the one you had with Sam… But it was still great, and getting better everyday.

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