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arickaandherfictionalothers · 7 months

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His little sister

(Aricka and Dean Winchester)

(The first time Dean interacted with his baby sister after John left.)

She was quiet. Too quiet. Dean wasn’t sure what to do with her.

Her. Aricka. The new little sibling his dad had just dropped into his lap; told him to look after, and left promptly after dumping a suitcase of her things along with a car seat in the backseat of the Impala.

Once Dean had figured out how to install said car seat, he watched her climb in, and then he buckled her in, only because he felt like she allowed it, and then he took off, not sure where he was headed, but he knew with a four year old tagging along now; more pit stops would be needed.

Aricka was small; he realized. Standing up, she only reached his hip, but she was- petite? He guessed- and looked a lot smaller. More fragile. Like a strong breeze would knock her down. He gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter, knuckles turning white with the realization that she was only four when exposed to the same life he’d grown up in-

Just like he was. Only four when a demon killed her mom. Only four when she herself almost died. If their dad hadn’t got there when he did- Dean shuddered with the implication.

She was cute; he’d admit. He’d always had a soft spot for kids- he raised Sammy after all- and he could admit that the kid in the backseat of his car was cute. Chin length brown ringlets framing a rounded, pale baby-fat face, freckles dotting her cheeks and nose like stars, and the brightest blue eyes he’d ever seen. She clung to a light brown teddy bear she had yet to reveal a name for, and her lower lip seemed to continually quiver with unshed emotion.

Dean wasn’t sure what little kids liked to listen to music wise, but he had an inkling it wasn’t the loud rock music that he enjoyed. He was, however, greatly impressed that the girl- Aricka, Dean, her name is Aricka- was bobbing her head in time with, “Cherry Pie,” by Warrant, but he still resolved to try and find some kid friendly music she might enjoy. She had had a hard enough time lately; the least he could do was give her music she could potentially sing along to.

His dad didn’t even tell Dean if she was allergic to anything- didn’t even tell Dean if she had a routine she was used to. Dean would once again have to make it up as he went along.

They drove until Dean figured Aricka might be starting to get hungry, and he pulled into a Dairy Queen drive through. “Hey; shortstop,” he said; and winces as the kiddo flinched. Blue eyes met his, and Dean held her gaze steady. “You hungry? Want some food?”

She nods, points to the picture of chicken strips and fries with the garlic bread. “Sounds good, anything else? A drink? Ice cream?” Those blue eyes widen and she points to a blue slushy looking drink. Dean wasn’t sure that was a good combination, but if the kid ate it why was he complaining?

She squished the slushy between her legs, and clutched her box of food in her tiny hands, humming softly as she ate- the first noise Dean had heard her make all day.

Dean watched as she put a chicken strip on a piece of bread, folded the bread over it, and took a bite- wow. Kid was a genius, figuring out how to make a sandwich like that.

She met his gaze in the mirror, and Dean expected the smile on her face to fade, but it seemed to only grow-?- as she watched him.

Then it hit him- he’d never told the squirt his name. He clears his throat. “So- kid. My name’s Dean. Dean Winchester. I’m your big brother. Your name’s Aricka, right?” She nods. “That’s a pretty name. I’ve never met an Aricka yet. Must be special, huh.” The girl nods.

Dean was struck again- she wasn’t talking. Almost like she could, but couldn’t at the same time.

Just like him. He swallowed something painful, dread filling his stomach that this kid was already so similar to him. Mom dead, dad bent on revenge now not just for his mother, but for her mother. “Hey,” he said, and she looks at him. “I know- I know you went through a lot today. And yesterday and all week before now. But- right now? I’m promising you. I’m never letting another bad thing happen to you, as long as I can stop it. You’re safe with me, kiddo. I’m a good guy. I fight the bad guys.”

Her lip quivers again, but she nods, pink lips stained blue from the slushy, and her eyes droop with sleep as she reaches with grease covered fingers for her teddy that’d fallen to the floor.

“Hey kiddo. You can get your teddy back when we get to that motel, see? It’s not far,” Dean says. The girl looks and nods, leaning back against her seat. She yawns, and rubs her eyes with the back of her hand.

And- yepppp. Dean was a goner. The girl in the backseat had officially stolen his heart with a single gesture. And he wasn’t even upset about it.

They pull into the first parking spot at the motel, and Dean unstraps Aricka from her seat, and to his surprise, once her bear was secured in her grip, she latched onto him, wrapping tiny arms around his neck and even scrawnier legs around his waist, and held on for dear life. He froze momentarily, forgetting what it felt like holding a kid, having never been tall like this to properly hold a kid, but now that he was here, he wrapped an arm back around her, supporting her back carefully as he grabbed her suitcase, pink with a Disney princess on it- he didn’t remember which one it was, but she had brown hair like Aricka, along with his bag from the trunk , and somehow managed to carry all those items inside, which garnered a smile from the receptionist. “Long day of travel?” She asks.

“Yeah, my-,” Dean almost said his sister until he realized that might’ve sounded sketchy. “My daughter and I need a room for the night.” He hands her one of his multiple fake identifications, this one happening to be “Brian Downey.” “Name’s Brian. This is Ella.” Thankfully Aricka seemed to be the shy around strangers type, because she didn’t call Dean out on the lie.

“Alright. I’ve got you in room 207, second floor, seventh room. Here’s your key, and enjoy your stay!” Dean thanks her quietly and makes his way to the room, where he set Aricka down, and began setting up the room, warding it like he’d done since he was a few years older than the girl sleeping on the bed.

Once he was done, he began waking up the kid on the bed so she could get ready to sleep- he knew he could’ve just let her sleep but she’d wore those clothes who knew how long and he wanted her to feel comfortable.

The girl roused as he rubbed her shoulder; those blue eyes pop open slowly, and she smiled, a little sunbeam after a storm, and she sat up, holding her arms out to Dean. He didn’t hesitate to scoop her up and hold her for a moment; letting her wake up for a moment. “We’ll discuss house rules tomorrow, kid,” he says, “but one thing that isn’t negotiable is shower-time before sleep. Deal?”

She nods and burrows her head in his shoulder, and she didn’t even know about Sammy yet but that was such a Sammy gesture Dean almost got whiplash from the memory.

The pair make quick work of the new bedtime routine, and Dean even manages to wrangle her hair into a pair of neat braids for overnight. The resulting smile was worth the struggle, Dean decides.

He lifts her into the bed and she snuggles down, her bear still tightly clutched against her. He runs a hand across her cheek, watches how she leaned against his touch, before tucking her in and whispering a little, “Good night,” before turning off the bedside lamp.

And so was day one of a beautiful sibling bond.

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@astralshipper @rosieshipper @hyperionshipping @yeehawselfshipping @letsgofoletsgo @tsundere-selfship @callsign-revenge

#the Winchester siblings #aricka and dean

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hyperionshipping · 3 years

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Tricks-!!! Boy am I glad I found you. Rogue vampire hunt went haywire and I just finished taking care of it. Dean is TICKED and currently out on the town trying to relax, meanwhile Sammy and Astra are doing research on the NEXT case * dramatic eyeroll*

Uncle Bobby said to say hello and he’ll see you soon. Castiel also said that he wants to visit you soon as well if you’re agreeable.

I hope to see you soon, stop by the Bunker sometime and we can make pumpkin pie- have Sam and Dean compete against us for some extra fun-!

See you really soon,

Aricka Winchester

Oh man, I miss y'all seriously. Dean still a worrywart huh? Know you probably handled those vamps damn well. I'm not surprised Sam and Astra are already doing research. They both need to take a break!!

I should call Bobby. I miss him a lot. You tell Cas he can visit whenever yeah?

Maybe I'll just stop by instead. Gotta get out and see the family again. I would LOVE to kick Sam and Dean's ass making some pie. (Dean sure would be happy to have extra pies)

#tricks answers #thank you for this Ari it's so sweet;;#miss the family. i NEED to lovingly bully Dean again

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rosieshipper · 4 years

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Season 4

Dean: Sam, don’t drink demon blood

Sam:

Tags: @astralshipper @aricka-and-her-fictional-others @cringyalienships @nougatships

#supernatural #spn #spn memes #supernatural memes #dean winchester #sam winchester #spn season 4 #supernatural season 4 #big brother sam #big brother dean

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astralshipper · 4 years

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Excuse me for getting sappy serious but

We are family. Supernatural lead me to you Astra, and you’re my sister. Regardless of what tomorow says regarding our boys. Sammy adores you so much so that it makes me sick in the best way.

Castiel loves you too. He’s so proud of his sister. Dean loves you as well in his own way. Jack adores you!

No matter what happens in the episode tomorow, we’re always going to be family. ❤️❤️❤️

Okay this lowkey (highkey) made me cry happy tears so djdjdjkffk thank u so so much aricka,,,, I’m rlly grateful to have u as my sister in-law, and I’m grateful to b a part of a family as amazing as this one.

Thank you for sticking by me. Always family 💕💕

#supernaturally soulmates #happy tag #ethereal family #hunter in-laws

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mischief-pixie · 4 years

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f/o takeover

For the next few hours all asks will be answered my F/Os:

Pink equals romantic, orange is familial

Jack Harkness

Clara Oswald

Armitage Hux

Sherlock Holmes

Thranduil

Aaravos

Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

Send asks!!

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@aricka-and-her-fictional-others

@existencialvoidofexistence

@sappy-secrets

@ollies-love-corner

@mouseinthemidnight

@kitten-ships

#selfships #ship: worm on a string and the disco gay #ship: platinum and periwinkle #platonic ship: book worm and bumblebee #platonic ship: like father like daughter #ship: red lipstick and ravens #ship: tweed and twizzlers #platonic ship: deano baneeno and the pixie #ship: power couple of the cuddle squad

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imagine-your-love-story · 4 years

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I DIDN'T KNOW THAT YOU SHIPPED WITH DEAN!!! Dean is my big brother!!!! Oh my goodness are we siblings now? Dean is my big brother and my best friend!!!! Also I ship with Poe Dameron is that okay? (@aricka-and-her-fictional-others)

WHAAAT THAT’S AWESOME!!! We’re totally siblings now! :D

Also, it’s 10000000% okay that you ship with Poe too! I’m totally fine with sharing f/os, it doesn’t bother me at all! I actually think it’s fun! ♥

#asks #aricka-and-her-fictional-others #logical-princey

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ao3feed-destiel · 5 years

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We Have A...Little Problem Here

Read it on AO3 here!https://ift.tt/2zRTy6X

by Destiel_12

Dean and Sam, along with my OC, Aricka Winchester, all get de-aged to their teen/child years. It's up to Cas, Gabe, and Jack to find a cure while dealing with all the memories that surface during this process.

Words: 315, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural RPF

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi

Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jack Kline

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Jack Kline/Original Female Character(s), Gabriel/Sam Winchester

Additional Tags: Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Age Regression/De-Aging, Dean Winchester Needs a Hug, Sam Winchester Needs a Hug, Fluff and Angst

Link: https://ift.tt/2zRTy6X

#ao3feed #ao3feed destiel #destiel

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ao3feedsabrielnodestiel · 5 years

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We Have A...Little Problem Here

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2zRTy6X

by Destiel_12

Words: 315, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural RPF

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi

Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jack Kline

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Jack Kline/Original Female Character(s), Gabriel/Sam Winchester

Additional Tags: Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Age Regression/De-Aging, Dean Winchester Needs a Hug, Sam Winchester Needs a Hug, Fluff and Angst

#IFTTT #ao3feed #Supernatural

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ao3feed-castiel · 5 years

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We Have A...Little Problem Here

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2zRTy6X

by Destiel_12

Words: 315, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural RPF

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi

Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jack Kline

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Jack Kline/Original Female Character(s), Gabriel/Sam Winchester

Additional Tags: Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Age Regression/De-Aging, Dean Winchester Needs a Hug, Sam Winchester Needs a Hug, Fluff and Angst

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2zRTy6X

#IFTTT #castiel #cas #spn #supernatural #ao3feed

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arickaandherfictionalothers · 11 months

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StrangerNatural: return to the bunker

(The Hawkins Seven, the Party, team free will; Aricka Munson-Winchester x Billy Hargrove. Aricka Hopper x Steve)

(After they killed Vecna, everyone involved with the UpsideDown fight move to Kansas. Aricka comes home.)

(Aricka’s bedroom courtesy of Pinterest. If you want rooms for the teens and kids of Hawkins let me know-!)

All the cars that had left Hawkins pull into the garage of the bunker. Aricka pulls her baby- her ‘69 Dodge Charger- into it’s spot, right next to Dean’s car. She sits for a moment, anxiously gripping the steering wheel.

She was home. But was it still home-?

“Aricka?” Chrissy. “You okay, sweetie?” Always perceptive, that Chrissy Cunningham.

“Yeah,” she said. “Just a little anxious to be home.”

“Well, I don’t think anyone here blames you- for us it’s only been six months but for you it’s been six whole years. You have every right to be nervous.” Jeff, Lucas and Erica Sinclair had already exited the car, walking over to their friends. Aricka nods, and Robin squeezes her shoulder.

“Those brothers of yours seem to be the type to let you readjust at your own pace. Just take a moment to breathe.” Aricka smiles at her friends- two girls she’d considered sisters since she met them.

“Thanks guys.” She unlocks her door and climbs out. “Let’s do this.”

*time jump*

“Well- here’s the door shortstop.” Dean turns to her, and Aricka felt her eyes well up with tears. “I know I said it already but- welcome home.”

Aricka smiles and swipes at her face before walking up and gripping the door handle, twisting and pushing it open to reveal-

Home. Just like she’d left it.

The comforting smell of coffee, books, and something she never could quite identify washes over her, and Aricka walks over to the edge of the railing. Closes her eyes. Takes one long, deep breath in. Then opens her eyes.

She was home.

After a permissive glance, she walked over to the railing, climbed on, and slid down, duffle clutched tightly in her hands as she let out a victorious WHOOP-! And laughed, the others following behind her.

Billy walks over to her, takes her bag from her. “You okay?” He asks, those blue eyes searching for any sign that she was struggling. Aricka smiles back at him, stands on her tiptoes to kiss him.

“Honestly?” He nods. “I’ve got my family all together. For the first time in six years. I’ve never been happier.” She’d dreamed of the off chance of her two worlds colliding one day.

She’d never expected it to happen like this. But she was so happy it did.

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“… and this is my room.” She pauses. “They didn’t take out the “Girl Cave,” sign. Huh.” That made her wonder- did they even touch her bedroom in the years she was gone?

Pushing the door open, she stepped inside so the kids and teens- the ragtag bunch of friends she’d managed to gather together, to turn into a family- could enter her space. “C’mon in guys. I’ve got plenty of space for you to sit, or chill out on. And I’ve got a mini fridge with drinks and a mini pantry of snacks- just help yourself.”

Dori walks over to the mini pantry, manages to find a snack that wasn’t expired after six years. “Aricka.." Dori starts, "I mean this in the nicest way possible. Your room is crazy!"

Aricka grins, and shakes her head. “I can explain each appliance if that helps. I’ve got a television, which I help pay for, a giant light that projects the planets and stars, the mini fridge and pantry are self explanatory…. I’ve got a karaoke machine, my lava lamp…My room at Wayne’s is just a toned down version of this. Eddie can vouch for me.”

Will climbs the ladder to her loft bed, where he found a familiar looking stuffed animal. “Chewie!” He picks up Aricka’s teddy bear. “You have two of them?”

“Yeah. Cas made the other one. He didn’t want me to be lonely.”

Dustin opens up the mini fridge, taking out a can of soda, "Aricka, you're officially the coolest person ever."

Aricka absolutely BEAMED at the kid. “I think you still hold that title. Professor D. Check out my computer. It’s like the ones in Hawkins but smaller, lightweight and portable.”

El picks up a purple cow print blanket. “Soft…” she whispers.

Aricka smiles. “You want it Janie?”

The girl nods eagerly.

“Then it’s yours now.” Jane grinned and wrapped the blanket around her like a cape, humming softly.

"Okay, but your tv is so... flat." Dori says walking up to it, "Are all modern tvs like this?"

“Yeah, it’s a flatscreen. Um- I don’t know how best to explain it. Sammy’s the tech geek of the five of us.”Max was currently sitting in the hammock in the corner of Aricka’s room, observing everything with her earbuds still in.

“Aricka- this photo wall- who are all these people?” Will asks, pointing to the photos along her wall.

Aricka’s expression turns to one of nostalgia. “It’s my family- uh- the rest of my family.”

"The rest of your family?" Dori asked

“Yeah. You guys all know I consider you my family now, right? Well.. these photos- they’re memories. Of people still living. Some who are not. But- everyone on this wall means something to me. This is how I commemorate their legacy.” Then she pulls out a book, containing various Polaroids. “Now, I can add more, and tell you all stories of the family I have here?”

“That's cool." Dustin smiles, looking over the pictures.

“That’s neat that you chose to honor them like that,” Steve commented.

“Thanks Stevie- oh, that’s my mama,” Aricka says, pointing at a picture of a woman in a police uniform. “Sherif Jody Mills. Aka mama Jody. She’s got a house for “wayward daughters.” I spent a few months with her when I was 14- I needed a mom really badly then. That’s when I started calling her that. Her and momma Donna. They both consider me their kid.”

Aricka selects her first picture- one of her and Dori at the arcade from a few months back- and hangs it right beside the one of Jody.

Dori smiles, and Eddie nudges their shoulder.

“… that’s Ellen and Jo.” Aricka is somber for this memory. “They died saving me and Sammy and De. Jo was-,” her lip quivers. “She was like my sister.”

A picture of Aricka and Eddie singing together goes beside them- a brother by a sister.

Dori places their hand on Aricka's shoulder, "I'm sorry."

Aricka shakes her head. Wipes her face. “I was ten. It was a while ago. I’m okay now.”

“Who’s that?” Will asks, pouting to a scruffy looking man.

Aricka’s whole attitude changed as she grinned. “Aw, that’s Garth-! He’s one of my best friends - he’s a werewolf who defeated the tooth fairy.”

Dustin's eyes widen, ".... I don't even know how to process what you just said." he chuckles.

Aricka giggles. “Trust me, you get used to it. Especially in this line of work. Dean and Sam are probably telling Joyce and Jim and uncle Wayne all sorts of stories.”

Aricka hangs a picture of the kids by a picture of a boy wearing a red and white striped shirt with a matching hat. She smiles fondly yet still with some sadness.

“That’s Samandriel. An angel. Um.. Billy knows already but he was my first boyfriend. He died a few months before I came to Hawkins.”

"Oh man... I'm sorry that happened."

“Billy and I helped each other in a lot of ways.” She smiles at the boy, who was looking at her pictures.

“You told me about this girl-said Buckley would like her.”

“Oh yeah, Charlie! Robin you would LOVE Charlie. She’s a total nerd and loves a good montage moment”.

"Sounds like my kind of girl." Robin says, "I'd love to get to know her someday."

“She’s gonna probably kill me when she finds out I’m back… and I haven’t texted her yet.. but in my defense it’s been six years technically since I’ve texted- .”

“Texted? What’s that?” Robin interjects.

“Oh!” Aricka pulls her phone out. “I’ll show you. Remind me we need to get all of you Hawkins natives phones- and phone numbers- and at least one social media app.” She pulls up her messaging app. “So this is Charlie’s contact information. I’m gonna click it, and this thread is our conversation- holy wow. June 19th at 8:45 was my last text to Charlie- lemme just send her a message.”

Aricka’s fingers fly across the phone keyboard as she sends out a message to her sister/friend.

“The prodigal sisters returns-! Missed you Cici.”

"Wow. Pretty convenient way of contacting someone." Dori said.

“Yeah, technology advances pretty quickly once y2k happens. My favorite invention thus far is the air fryer… genius.”

"The WHAT?" Dustin asked.

“It a machine that fries food but doesn’t make it greasy- it’s amazing”.

“Okay, that's the first thing we're gotta try as soon as possible." Max walks over and ducks under Aricka’s arm, wrapping both of hers around her big sister’s waist. “Hey there, it’s my all time favorite red headed teenager.”

Max smiles and leans her head against Aricka. “I’m with Dustin- I’m hungry.”

“Okay, I can make us some air fryer pizza rolls and French fries, how’s that sound?”

"YEAH!" Dustin exclaimed

“Yes please.” El says, followed by various agreements:

“Sounds good.”

“Whatever you make is fine.”

“I’d like it.”

“Heck yeah.”

Dean walks in then. Notices the redhead- Max, or as Aricka called her; MadMax. “Heard you say you’re gonna make food- but aside from that how’s settling in going? We have plenty of space for all of you to have your own rooms.”

“We’re good Dean,” the cheerleader with an edge to her- Chrissy, he reminded himself- says; a smile on her face. “Aricka’s just introducing us to the rest of her family.”

~~~~~~~~~

Dean woke up to a loud scream followed by two different sets of feet thumping down the hallway. He gave the two sets of feet five minutes to reach their destination before he gave pursuit, when he heard voices coming from room 20- the room “Little Red” as he’d nicknamed Max, had claimed.

“Hey, Maxie, it’s me and Aricka- just breathe. We’re going to stay here until you feel better.” That was Billy. Aricka had explained in brief detail the story of these two- and he felt a sort of older brother connection to the kids.

“It’s okay, MadMax, we’re at the bunker. Sammy De and Cassie wouldn’t let anybody who wanted to hurt us past the door. We’re all safe. We all left Hawkins. We’re starting a new life- a new family. All of us. We won’t let anyone get hurt- we’ll keep each other safe. Just go back to sleep.” That was Aricka. Hearing his, Sam and Cas’s names being listed as protectors brought a sad sort of smile to his face.

“I’ll fight off the bad dreams kid. You sleep now.” When the room went quiet after a moment, he poked his head into the room to check on them- and this time the smile on his face wasn’t a sad one; it was a fond one.

Max was in the middle of the bed, dried tears sticking to her red cheeks as she clung to Billy even in her sleep. Aricka had her arms protectively around both siblings- defensive even in sleep. Billy also had both of the girls in his arms, but the blanket had shifted down to their knees in the shuffle to get comfortable, he assumed. So he pulled the blanket back up so they wouldn’t get cold during the night, flicked on the nightlight Aricka had insisted each “kid” and “teen” get- having experiences with her own nightmares- and then quietly left the room.

They could all talk in the morning. If he was gaining new siblings, he wanted to help them any way he could.

Not that he’d ever phrase it that way. But they would know. And that’s all that mattered.

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@astralshipper @rosieshipper @hyperionshipping @yeehawselfshipping @letsgofoletsgo @tsundere-selfship @callsign-revenge

#Spotify #StrangerNatural #Aricka and dean #Aricka and Sam #Aricka and the Party #Aricka and the Hawkins Seven #Aricka and Hopper #Aricka and Wayne #Aricka and Joyce #Aricka and Jonathan

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arickaandherfictionalothers · 1 year

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Keep on ramblin’

(The Winchester Four)

(The story of four siblings, their beloved car, and the open road.)

(TW: knives, mentions of supernatural creatures, nightmares; panic, if I missed something let me know-!)

Left town again for no reason

Hit the floor and I was away….

Another day, another town. 16 year old Aricka was far too used to life on the road; moving from town to town, hotel to hotel; constantly being shuffled around. She sat sideways in the backseat of her brother Dean’s precious Baby, a 1967 Chevy Impala. Her shoes were off; somewhere in the floorboard of the car; and on her lap was a sketchbook, on a makeshift table beside her was an art box full of crayons, markers and colored pencils, and she was currently using her brother Adam-who was sharing the backseat with her- as a muse. She had the basic outline done; now she was working on shading and making Adam-the- sketch look like Adam the person.

Nothin' wrong 'bout how I'm livin'

I know how long here I can lay…

The car pulled to a stop in front of a cozy little diner, and Dean handed her a fake ID; so for the time being she was now Aricka Cruise- a name that made her blush as red as the leather jacket she was currently wearing- as she scurried into the diner to get something to eat; Dean’s laughter echoing behind her.

She really hated her older brother sometimes. Truly.

Adam saw her coming and moved over in the booth so she could sit by him; and she grinned; Dean and Sam both knew that Aricka was Adam’s favorite, the two of them had connected like two wayward legos upon their first meeting years ago, when Aricka was nine and innocent and a chattering ball of energy.

She slid in beside Adam and he nudged her shoulder, and she dug her elbow into his ribs, prompting him to wrap an arm around her neck and pull her close to mess up her hair, which made her squeal. “ADDY-!” She protested.

“Children,” Sammy says; making both of them settle down; even though Adam was 26 and Aricka was 16. Dean walked in then; and shoved Sammy over to the window so he could sit down; proceeding to order what Sammy called “a heart attack presented as food.”

Aricka had stuck with her safe foods- a chicken sandwich, French fries; a side of applesauce and a sweet tea, knowing if she stuck with foods she liked and knew were good, she’d be good. Adam broke apart his cookie he had ordered and shared it with her; so she gave him some of her fries as thanks.

Dean gave her a quizzical look and she grinned at him as she dunked her fries in the cheese sauce she’d discovered the diner had, smearing cheese around her lips like when she was six, and was rewarded with a classic Dean Winchester grin.

Yeah. She loved her brother a lot.

Time is only

Passing if you think of it that way…

They settled down in their hotel rooms for the night- Aricka and Adam in one room, Dean and Sam in the adjoining room, everyone setting up the wards they were best at making, and then they met in Sam and Dean’s room to debrief.

They knew they were dealing with a shapeshifter, but they weren’t sure where it was or why it was targeting this area specifically yet.

Meaning Aricka was going back to school. So was Adam- but he was going to be a janitor: not a student.

Aricka couldn’t wait to be older so she could be more helpful.

This life of crime is lonely

But only if you let it in to stay…

The next day, Adam and Aricka walk to the high school together, his arm around her shoulder casually, likely knowing she had a mess of butterflies in her stomach, a promise to do all the talking if needed.

Adam and Aricka understood the quiet days just like they understood the loud days. It’s what made them so quick to team up on hunts like this, they could exchange a glance and know what the other was about to do; and could anticipate their move.

Adam enrolled his “niece”, and applied for the janitorial position, and they went back to the hotel room to find out what Sam and Dean had been up to.

Keep on ramblin' (Oh)

Keep on ramblin'…

Back in the backseat of the Impala, Aricka finished her sketch of Adam, moving on to sketch Sammy; reading a book, thumb and index fingers braced against his forehead, wanting to capture the focused expression on his face. Adam was writing in a journal he’d taken from the shifter case, likely recording what went right and what went wrong.

She reached for her phone and plugged her headphones in; not surprised when moments later Adam was nudging her arm for one of the earbuds, and she leaned closer to him so they could both listen to her music. She tapped his leg and he handed her the share size bag of peanut m&ms he had purchased when Dean had stopped to refill Baby’s tank. She leaned against Adam, and shut her eyes and listened to the music, letting it lull her to sleep.

Headed southbound for the season

Cut a trail no one would know…

She woke up to the sensation of being carried, and the scent of oil, apple pie; and the cheesy little tree car air freshener she had stuck around the mirror inside the car one day washed over her-Dean.

(The air freshener scent is black ice- if that helps with visualization of the scene.)

She relaxed and wrapped her other arm around his neck, feeling his lips press against her forehead, and she closed her eyes; feeling safer than ever.

So she fell back asleep.

To hell I ride before I give in

With the cavalry in tow…

Aricka gripped the blade Castiel had given her when she was eleven, and growled low in her throat as she saw the threat they were facing-

Five demons, possessing kids her age. Kids she could’ve been friends with; could’ve gone to school with.

Sam nudged her shoulder and gave her a sympathetic look, he knew what she was likely thinking. Sammy always knew what she was thinking. He was smart like that.

Together, they ran into the fray; letting Dean know they had his back, identical battle cries escaping them.

There was no denying that Aricka was the younger sibling of the three boys she traveled with.

After all; she was the best of them. Anyone would say it. Sam, Dean and Adam would be the first ones to do it.

Time is only

Passing if you think of it that way

This life of crime is lonely

Only if you make your getaway…

Adam was the first one to reach her, that night. The blankets were tangled around her; she was sweating through her clothes; and her eyes were wild with panic. Her closest-in-age sibling merely untangled her and cradled her against him, letting Sam and Dean take care of her clothes and blankets, while he whispered soothing; assuring words under his breath to her.

“Samandriel..” She’d whimpered, the broken-hearted cry of a lost love. “M-Manny..”

“I know,” Adam says. “Shh…. It was just a dream…”

“No… he’s dead…” she gulped. “G-go-ne…”

“Never gone. You remember him. He can’t be truly gone.”

Adam had learned and gained much wisdom during his time of hunting. His sister depended on his words. He had to make sure she knew.

He’d died and left her for too long; he had time to make up for.

He wouldn’t leave her behind ever again.

So, keep on ramblin' (Oh)

Keep on ramblin' (Oh)

Just keep on ramblin'…

The four Winchester siblings were stitched into each other’s lives undeniably. Irrevocably. The pull to stick together was too strong to avoid. As long as they had each other; their car; and the open road, they’d never need anything else.

Running headlong in the valley

Toward the hills of San Miguel

Pushing flat out for my freedom

Left 'em all a tale to tell, do tell…

And in years to come; long after they had been alive, their descendants would carry on their legacy, would continue the family business. Saving people. Hunting things. Keeping family first.

The Winchester Way.

As it was and as it always will be.

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arickaandherfictionalothers · 7 months

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The Winchesters take on Five Nights at Freddy’s:

NEW SERIES!

This started as an idea but it won’t leave me alone so-

The Winchesters have just saved the world for the hundredth time, and now they find themselves on what seems to be a routine salt and burn ghost hunt.

What they discover is so much more sinister.

Vengeful child spirits, stuffed into animatronics to perform for the masses, and then at night they seek revenge on the man who did this to them but end up killing the night guards on duty.

Aricka connects with two of the childrens’ spirits, Gabriel, who possesses the “normal” Freddy, and Cassidy, who possesses golden Freddy. They beg her to help them, to stop the bad man from scaring them and making them perform.

Aricka connects with them in a multitude of ways, one of them being through her sleep. They find her in her dreams and she asks them how she can help them move on. They tell her Cassidy has to face his fear of William Afton is one of the ways, and she promises to help him.

It’s not just Aricka on the case to help the kids. It’s a family affair, with her twin brother Sam; her older brother, Dean; and her little brother, Adam; along with the angel Castiel, working with Michael and Abby to help these kids.

Find out what happens in

SPN takes on FNAF- the series-!

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arickaandherfictionalothers · 11 months

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Meet the “upgraded” Winchester clan

Dean Winchester. The oldest son. Child of John and Mary Winchester.

Sam Winchester. Second oldest. Son of John and Mary.

Adam Milligan-Winchester. 3rd oldest. Son of John Winchester and Kate Milligan.

Aricka and Eddie Munson. Aricka is older by five minutes. Aricka is the daughter of John Winchester and Katherine Miller. Eddie is the son of John Winchester and Bella Jones. They were born nine months apart. Hence why they look so similar in age and get called twins.

Gareth Emerson. Son of John Winchester and Linda Emerson.

Jane Hopper-Byers-Winchester. Honorary member of the family. Travels with the Winchesters and Cas to learn more about controlling her powers. Daughter of Jim and Joyce Hoppee-Byers.

#stranger-natural

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arickaandherfictionalothers · 1 year

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Hi John. I’m your daughter from another universe.

(Main timeline!Aricka and AU!John Winchester.)

(Finale of the Winchesters series. Aricka comes face to face with someone she knows but doesn’t know.)

Aricka stares at the man in front of her like he had five heads. Sure, she knew what she was getting into when Dean asked her at the start of all this- the finding out the truth of his parents-well- their dad, his mom- and what their legacy actually was.

Aricka thought Mary Campbell was the most beautiful woman she’d seen. If she admitted it in her heart of hearts.

But now she was staring at the man who; in her and Dean’s universe; had left her. In the end it worked out for her own good, but when she was four all she understood was that her daddy didn’t want her. Plain and simple.

Dean was talking about how they’d saved Mary- saved Dean’s mom- and Aricka couldn’t do anything but stare at John. She wasn’t- scared, or mad, like she thought she would be. No.

Aricka felt such a deep sense of longing and something akin to a little kid seeing their parent for the first time after said parent left on a trip somewhere.

She saw all the features she had in her reflection in the face of the man in front of her. Their eyes, the way they were both chewing their bottom lip like their lives depended on it, they even had similarly shaped noses. She’d bet anything that John also had a semicolon shaped mole on the inside of his right elbow. Dean and Sam didn’t; so it must’ve been a dad inherited thing.

“I’m sorry- who are you-?” John asks, startling her from her reveri. Askance, she looked over at Dean, Jack, and Bobby. At Jack’s and Dean’s nods of okay, she turns back to John. Bracing herself, she said,

“Hi John. I’m Aricka. I’m your daughter in the universe Dean is from.”

Immediately she saw the reaction those words had on John- his eyes widen and his jaw drops slightly. He looks at Mary- who was also incredibly surprised- and then back at her; and Aricka felt sick. Anxiously sick.

He walks over to her, stands so they’re inches away from each other. She could tell he was staring at her as intently as she was him just moments prior. Now up closer, she could see various moles and freckles on his face, scars dotting his arms and neck, and she noticed the Akidra anti-possession mark on his arm.

“You- you my daughter?” He asks. She nods.

“From another universe.- I’m not sure what all I’m about to say-It’s a long story but-!”

Then John moved towards her. She froze at first, not sure what was happening, and then it hit her-

This AU version of her dad- was hugging her. The way she always wanted “her” dad to hug her. The way she could only remember her mom hug her.

Tears fill crystal blue eyes and she hugs back, not ashamed to wrap her arms around him and press her face into the jacket John was wearing. He only held on tighter, as if to make up for lost time, and his hand moved from her shoulder to her head, pressing her just a little bit tighter against him, but it wasn’t uncomfortable- it felt safe.

John only let go to stare back into her eyes, wiping away tears as he did; and to say- no, demand, gripping her hands as he did,

“Tell me everything. What you like. What you did back then. Did you- were you a hunter too-?”

Aricka looks back at Dean, then at Jack. And then she suddenly vividly understands just why she was allowed to tag along with Dean at all.

This was her mission.

Dean’s was to record their family history.

Aricka’s was to connect with the version of her dad that could’ve been.

With shaky breath and teary eyes, she looks back at John, squeezes his hands like he did hers. “Is there room for one more in that van?” She asks, and before John could answer Carlos was swooping in, wrapping a tight arm around her shoulders and guiding her over to the others.

“You’re more than welcome, darling. Come join the Monster Club.” She laughs, and was about to climb in behind Mary when it hit her-

“Wait,” she says, jumping out of the van-

And runs back to Dean. The man she owed everything to.

Aricka throws her arms around her big brother’s neck. “I’ll see you later on down the road?” She asks, not wanting to say goodbye.

“Of course. You know the way back home,” he says. “You do your thing. I’ve got my own gig.” Dean kisses the side of her head, ruffles her hair. “I love you, sis. Have fun with- well- our dad.”

She smiles. “I’ll keep them safe for us. For Sammy. Bring him by to meet us when he comes-?”

“You know it kid.” And then Dean gets back into Baby; his beloved car, which makes her exclaim,

“WAIT MY MIXTAPE-!” To which Dean laughed and pulled said tape out,

“You gonna educate them on our music-?” Aricka grins.

“You know it, big bro-!” He gives her a meaningful Dean Winchester Look, one she knew well; one she had been on the receiving end of since she was four years old-

I’m proud of you, kid.

She smiles; and waves as he drives away; and out of sight. She turns to the four in the van, waiting for her. Gripping the tape in her hand, she looks at Jack. “Watch over us, okay?”

“Always,” he promises. “But I’m staying hands off. You know this.” She nods.

“ARICKA!” She nearly jumped out of her skin at the very-Dean-like yell coming from the van.

John was waving at her. He was smiling and he looked eager to spend more time with her. The sight made her want to cry more, but she didn’t.

“COMING!” She yells back. Turns to Bobby. “Thank you.”

“I’ll always be here for you, little rascal,” he says, lips twitching up in a little grin. “You were always my favorite.” She grins and hugs him, giggling at the fake noise of protest from the grumpy old man. “Go on; get out of here.”

That was all she needed before she ran towards the van, grabbing John’s hand and letting him pull her inside.

The road awaited them.

And Aricka couldn’t wait to tell John all about her life.

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Behold- I have a new sandbox to play in.

I’ve been thinking about how I would use the prequel The Winchesters with my usual canon, and I’ve decided I’m making even more universes for my beloved characters.

This is main canon timeline (2005-2020) Aricka Winchester, the girl who is dumped in Dean’s lap when she’s four years old and grows up in the hunter life, in a versions of the Winchester’s series that’s like heaven. She will travel with them and tell them what happened to her in her universe to prepare them for what they might possibly encounter. Making an entire new timeline.

However I said universes which means that as always I’m making new ships and new families and it’s going to be good chaotic fun.

Until next time-!

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#Aricka Winchester in the Winchesters prequel #when timelines converge #Aricka and John Winchester #hunters and elements #Spotify

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