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sammythemooseman · 6 years

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The Shattered Reflection

Pairing: Dean x twin sister!reader, Sam x older sister!reader

Warnings: Angst, death, kind of out of character Dean

A/N: I’m sorry. This sucks. I know Dean is slightly out of character, but I wanted to write him like nobody has ever seen him act. I wanted to show how much pain he’s in.

Pain was something that Dean Winchester felt on a daily basis. From punches, to kicks, to scratches, to cuts—Dean has learned over the years to handle them like a man. At least in his words. But that’s physical pain. Mental pain is a whole different story. Dean hasn’t learned to handle mental pain properly, and he’s been through so much of it. He has lost so much. John, Mary, Bobby, Ellen, Jo, Charlie, Kevin. Hell, even Sammy about six times. Dean won’t admit it, but sometimes he feels like he could snap at any moment. As if he could break and crumble into dust. But he hasn’t broke. He has kept it together for 30 years. He has kept it together until he lost his twin sister. He broke when he lost Y/N.

First came the denial. When it finally hit him that she was dead, he tried to get an angel to bring her back. He tried to make a deal with a demon. None worked. He took off, leaving Sam and Cas scrambling trying to track him down. He stayed in a dingy motel somewhere in Indiana. Then came the whiskey. A lot of whiskey. He would spend nights drinking and getting drunk off his ass. And that was saying a lot considering it takes a lot to get Dean Winchester drunk. He spent the days lying in bed, hungover. He hardly ate. He only slept when the alchohal made him pass out. This went on for weeks. Which lead up to now.

Dean was currently sitting on the floor, leaning against the back of the bed. Bottles of empty whiskey were strewn all across the floor. He had headphones on, his music blasting through his ears. He closed his eyes, smiling at a memory. Y/N was the only one who didn’t complain about his music. She loved it in fact. Dean and Y/N would sit in the Impala, rocking and belting out to his music, Sam complaining the whole way to whereever they were going. They would both tell him to shut his cakehole and continue to sing. She really is his twin sister. Dean opened his eyes, his smile dropping. Was.

He took another swig of his bottle. Dean suddenly felt his stomach twist. He threw a hand over his mouth, ripping his headphones off. He got up, and stumbled into the bathroom. He barely made it before vomiting into the toilet. When he finished emptying the contents of his stomach, he shakily stood up. He staggered to the sink, rinsing out his mouth. He stood up, looking at his reflection in the mirror. Tears fills his eyes. He saw her. Y/N smiled at him. Dean blinked, and she was gone. But he could still see her. He could see her in himself. He could see Y/N in his eyes. They had the same bright green eyes.

Tears streamed down his cheeks, and he reeled his fist back smashing it into the mirror. He punched it several times, shards of glass raining down on him knicking his skin. He crumpled to the ground, letting complete dispair take over him. Nothing in his life ever made him feel so much pain. Not even the time where a Hellhound tore his body to shreds. Dean would’ve rather took the Hellhound over this. Sobs racked his body as the lost of his sister ripped through him.

The door to his motel room suddenly flew open, and Sam and Castiel burst in. Dean looked up at them, quickly wiping his eyes. He tried to stop the tears from falling, but it’s like a switch turned on that he couldn’t turn off. Sam looked at Dean, taken aback. He’s never seen Dean like this. He ran over to his older brother, kneeling beside him.

“Hey Dean, it’s okay,” he said, not really sure what to say, for he has never needed to comfort his own brother like this.

Rage suddenly filled Dean. “No!” Sam jolted in surprise at his outburst. “Do you know how much it hurts Sam? Do you know how much it hurts to see Y/N when I look in the mirror every day? Do you know how hard it is to see her in me every single day?”

Sam’s face hardened. “No. I don’t know, Dean. But we’re brothers.” Sam looked at Cas. “We’re family. And we’re gonna get through this. Together.”

Dean sat there for a moment before nodding. “Together.”

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simply-wins-little-sis · 6 years

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Booze and Bros

Request:Hey!! I love your writing so much, and I was wondering if you could write something where the brothers have to punish their little sister for going behind their backs and drinking or something like that? If not that's totally cool :)

Warnings: Underage Drinking and romance. MaYbE AnGsT

Pairings: Dean and Sam x little sister, you and a partner my homie

Tags: (Tags are open BTW!! 😊) @winchesters-favorite-girl @percussiongirl2017 @the-third-winchester-warrior @hellhoundlover @emmazach @sisterwinchesterwriter @fandom-queen-of-wonderland @staticweekes @hi-my-name-is-riley @a-paranoid-bastard @because-you-never-know-when @enchantingempathhumanoidturtle

Your palm hit the counter as you giggled, feeling your lover’s hands travel up your sides. Your hair whipped over to the other side of your face where a strand stuck to your lips. Gently the youngster moved it out from its newfound hiding spot, raising the glass there instead. You took another drink, trying not to chuckle while the cool liquid slid over your tongue and down your throat.

Being of Winchester decent meant being able to kick back booze like it was water. You had downed numerous glasses of different concoctions that night while your counterpart promised to be the designated driver.

Your eyes moved rapidly over your teenage love. “Can we go to the back room?” you giggled.

“No, we cannot, you are too tipsy for shenanigans tonight,” your partner responded.

“But I wanna take this off,” you complained pulling at your shirt, hidden under your leather jacket.

The old hunters bar was in full swing. Hustlers of all kind trying their luck at pool. Whiskey and rum was slung back by the second while cheap merlot was poured into pop bottles for the younger hunters- the fresh meat of the things that go bump in the night.

“Now Y/N let’s not do that here,” your love pulled your hem back down, “We need to get you home.” They began to move you from the chair, but you protested.

“No, I wanna stay here,” but they had you up and moving towards the door. But, just as you were both about to head out of the door when it burst open in front of you two.

“Get your hands off my sister!” your older brother Dean shouted towards your partner as he shoved them against the wall.

You swayed as Sam gripped your shoulders, “Are you all right Y/N? Are you hurt?” the concern evident in his voice.

You giggled and grabbed his bicep, “My brother is so strong!” Sam rolled his eyes but steadied you.

Meanwhile Dean had your companion thrown against the wall, “Who the hell do you think you are trying to feel up my sister when she’s drunk, huh? What kind of person does that sort of thing.? Makes you worse than the things we hunt-” but he was shortly interrupted by your stammering.

“Sammy can Y/P/N come with us? It was his idea to- Oh Dean, Dean are you hugging Y/P/N? I wanna cuddle him next,” you stumbled over to Dean and crawled in between them.

“I was just gonna take her home, sir,” your love stammered.

You nodded, “Can they stay over though? Please Deanie I wanna cuddle!” you giggled again, pushing yourself into your partners arms.

“Uh, sweetheart its probably better if we get you home,” Sam interrupted. Dean pushed himself off the wall and exited the hole-in-the-wall.

“Thanks for looking out for her,” Sam tried to ease the conversation.

“Yeah, uh, no problem,” your partner said as Sam guided you through the door.

“BYE Y/P/N!” you blew kisses towards the startled teen.

Once inside the impala you were fast asleep. Your lids did not flutter as Dean carried you inside and laid you on your bed.

Dawn came earlier than you had hoped, and the peaceful bird chirping was interrupted by a clanging of a pot and a pan. You tumbled out of bed and slowly made your way to the kitchen.

“Dean do you ever shut the-,” but you were interrupted.

“Sit down, Y/N!” Dean slammed the words against your face.

You winced. “You got drunk last night and didn’t think we would know? Not to mention you’re dating another hunter?”

“Dean it’s six in the morning,” Sam came in rubbing his eyes. He moved to the cabinet and grabbed Advil without even glancing and threw it towards you.

“Sorry I had a little fun,” you scoffed.

“A little fun, are you kidding me? Kid,” he sighed and sat down, “Imagine if that partner of yours wasn’t as even kilter?”.

“But I only surround myself with people I can trust Dean, hell don’t you get that? My whole life has been fighting faces of evil and being on the run! I only trust who I trust because you’ve taught me well, and as for the booze, I think we all know you have no room to talk.”

He threw a hand over his face, hiding the anger, “I just want you to be better.”

“No one can be better than the best,” you smirked.

Dean's eyes watered as Sam shifted uncomfortably. You had forgotten he had been in the room.

“You’re still grounded for a week,” Sam added.

“What come on!” you yelped.

“Chick flick moment only worked on him, smart one. Now take the pills and get some rest.”

You followed the order, “Thanks guys…. for everything.”

“No problem but we need to have another talk about Y/P/N sometime,” Dean added.

You groaned and exited, leaving another Winchester right of passage in the memory book.

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simply-wins-little-sis · 7 years

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Secret Memory

Description: The youngest Winchester finds a troubling nightmare is actually a memory when she is reunited with a familiar face, after only living with her Uncle Bobby for majority of her life.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, (mentions of) John Winchester, and a sister!reader

Warnings: Swearing, and a little violence

A/N: This is actually my third imagine but tumblr deleted the one I spent four hours on....as I was about to hit post. But, here is this one as a sub! Thank you for reading in advance! Let me know if you want to be tagged or send m a request! Also the memories are in italics! :)

Tag(s): @winchesters-favorite-girl

You woke up, in screaming terror. You were sobbing as your Uncle Bobby ran into the room with a shotgun drawn up to view. He quickly placed it on the nightstand near your bed and cradled you in his arms. It was another nightmare. You had been bestowed with the gory images since you could recall your dreams. You often tried avoiding them by pulling all-nighters and drinking as much caffeine as your blood could hold.

You were finally breathing normally, whipping the tears off your cheeks as fast as they had come. Bobby’s steady heart beat calmed you. He had always been such a father to you, and his calm made you realize you were indeed, still safe.

“You’re safe,” he cooed. You nodded, and hugged him back.

The nightmares were so much of a routine that eventually you kept the light on while you slept. You hated hearing the screams of the people, and seeing the blood. Bobby never seemed to know where they originated from. Your guess was that when helping your Uncle, you picked up a vivid sense of being in the hunting life, even though you were never in the field. Sure, you helped with research, but you had never actually seen any demons or ghosts. You were just informing the hunters of the stories, and ways to end the lives of the evil creatures lurking. You weren’t that afraid of them either, so the nightmares were almost uncalled for.

Little did you know that the nightmare was a memory. Bobby knew this, but would never let on, and would never mention the fact to you. He had promised your father John, that he would never relive the time you were taken by accomplices of the yellow eyed demon, or Azazel. They took you into an old prison where they held most of their victims. The screaming and blood had scared your little two-year-old form. You were also cut open repeatedly, and left for dead. It was one of the worst sights the Winchester boys had seen. From that moment on John knew he wanted you disconnected from them, but still safe. He dropped you at Bobby’s in the middle of the night. The boys were at school in Utah while he dropped you in the care of the old man. You never saw him again, and as you grew older Bobby had convinced you the images of your brothers and father were just imaginary friends. This was all in the wishes of John, even though Bobby knew in his heart you should have the right to know your brothers.

As you grew older, the memory became less vivid, but you hated being woken up in a sweat nevertheless. You grew accustomed to late nights with coffee, and books. You often stayed up with your Uncle, watching him go to sleep even though he wished you would follow. You refused to believe the nightmares would cease, even though Bobby thought they would.

You entered the house after a day of school. You were tired, and sleep begged to take over, yet the fear of the nightmares kept you pushing forward.

You dropped your bag at the door, “Hey Dad, I’m home!” you yelled. You had grown so close to Bobby that you now called him Dad.

You rummaged through the cabinets, searching for coffee. Your eyelids drooped as you called to him again, “Dad! Where the hell did the coffee go?!”. It had been an all-nighter for two days in a row. You knew the crash was coming soon.

You turned around, running right into a firm chest. You looked up to meet bright green eyes, and a confused expression. Suddenly, a flash of the nightmare came rushing into your thought process. Your eyes shut, and you could still see the green eyes. You gripped the counter behind you as the images of blood came into sight, and the screams of others being tortured filled your ears. You felt hands grip your arm, but the images only intensified. You were crying now, but you opened your eyes. The nightmare had finally completed itself, except it wasn’t a nightmare, it was a memory.

“Dean,” you heaved out between trying to fill your lungs with oxygen. The images played over in your head.

“You think they can hear you scream?” a demon in a small woman’s body asked.

You were crying as your little arms bled. You had never been taken, or separated from everyone in your family before. The demons took turns playing with your skin and the knife. Finding new places to cut. The demons laughed as you screamed, and cried out for your brothers and father.

"They'll never find you, you little-," suddenly the door crashed open and the demons fled.

The tears in your eyes coated your sight of vision. You felt your brother Dean’s arms taking you into his chest.

“Shhhh, baby I got you,” he cooed. You could hear the crack in his voice.

Your father led you both back to the impala. He never took you into his arms that night. He couldn't help but feel this was his fault. He went out that night, leaving your brothers to clean you up.

You snapped back to reality. Bobby, and Dean were staring at you. You cleared your face of the wet droplets that had escaped your eyes.

“I remember,” you looked to Bobby. He looked towards the floor. “Dad, you, you didn’t tell me I had a brother,” you sighed.

“Dad?” Dean turned to Bobby.

Bobby looked back at Dean, “It’s not like your father was around”. Dean sighed in defeat. “Why don’t you sit down,” Bobby gestured to the couch. You nodded and took a seat.

Just then, the door opened and a taller man came through. His eyes landed on you, “Oh my god!”. Suddenly, more memories clouded your vision.

“Bunny, please sit still,” your other brother, Sam, pleaded with you.

You were crying again, and squirming as Dean tried to stitch up your cuts. Dean wanted to take you to a hospital, but John didn’t want to risk the questions about perfectly sliced skin. Dean was trying to wiggle the needle into your shaking form. Sam kept trying to get you to quiet down, but you were hurting. His heart broke with every cry, and every stitch.

You looked up to Sam, and you couldn’t believe your eyes. You then looked to Dean. These were your brothers. The ones who had tried to help you, and protect you with all their power. You then looked to Bobby. Anger boiled within your veins. He had kept this secret from you. You had lost your brothers, who had tried to patch you up during your worst days. You could feel the warmth of dangerous energy in your chest.

“You son of a bitch!” you screamed. Bobby’s eyes widened. Both your brothers were taken back by the sudden attitude change. “You lied to me!” you screamed.

“Now hold on just a minute!” Bobby put up his hands.

“No! You lied to me! Said they were just nightmares, told me my brothers were imaginary, you made me think I had no one but you!” you screamed. That’s when you felt the acid of the words on your tongue. Your eyes suddenly softened, even though you could still feel the anger in your veins. Bobby looked away, and went back into the kitchen.

“You’re so, so big,” Sam said, clearly trying to lighten the mood.

You walked back towards the kitchen and leaned against the door frame. “You know I didn’t mean it like that. I was talking out of anger,” you said.

He sighed and faced you with a beer in his hand. He was thinking hard about what he wanted to respond with. “I only did that because it’s what your daddy asked me to do. I wanted to tell you, and lyin’ to you hurt me more than you could ever imagine,” he said, taking a sip.

You nodded, “I’m sorry Uncle Bobby. You know that you were always a father in my eyes”.

He smiled, “You’re the best damn thing I ever had a hand in kid”. You gave him a hug. “Now get in there and catch up with those two idjits!” he shoved you towards the doorframe.

You then found yourself a little shy as your brothers turned to face you. “Uh, hi,” you gave a small smile.

Sam had tears in his eyes, and Dean had a look of amazement on his face. “Hey there kiddo,” Dean smiled, and pulled you into a hug.

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