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castiwls · 3 months

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"sacrifice, that's what we do for the people we love"

being the middle child in the winchester family...

I’d imagine you being like two years younger than Dean and two years older than Sam. So like literally the middle child

Your memories of your mum are fuzzy but you can recall a few things

When Mary died you were only two so you didn’t really understand what was going on for a while.

When you all first left Lawernce you spent most of that first night in a motel room crying because you wanted your mom and your bed. (Dean had to comfort you cause John left his two toddlers and baby alone in a motel #dadoftheyear)

When you were like ten your dad told you about what he had been doing for the past eight years. You were terrified but he made you promise not to tell Sam. He also made sure you knew that it was your job to keep Sam safe.

Basically, you stopped being a child at ten.

You and your brothers were really close.

You and Dean basically trauma-bonded over hunting and also having wayyyy too much responsibility at a young age.

Out of you and Dean, you were more emotionally available so Sam tended to tell you more.

As he got older he would talk to you about getting out and stuff. While your dad and Dean were very much into hunting you and Sam were more of on the sidelines.

Sam got his love of reading from you. He’d always tell you about the books he was reading and what he was doing in class.

You’re the mediator for the family. It was always you who broke up fights. You were also able to calm your father down.

Mentioning in a passing comment that you didn’t want to hunt when you were like 15 and John flipped.

“If you don’t want to help kill the thing that killed your mom then you can get out.”

So you did. You left at 15 for 6 months.

In reality, you went to stay with Bobby but you never told your dad that.

Dean begged you to stay and would call every day. So would Sam.

Around this time Sam also started to want to leave.

“I wanna come stay with you.” You sighed leaning against the wall. The phone rested between your ear and shoulder. “You can't Sam. Dad would flip your too young.” He let out a frustrated noise but let the topic go. (for now)

Dean would also call often and beg you to come home.

“Look he didn’t mean it, alright. It was just a heat of the moment thing.”

You did eventually come back. (Bobby wasn’t happy but let you go)

Your brothers were overjoyed and you actually got an apology from your dad (shocker.)

Things were ok for a few years and then Sam got a bit older and started talking about school. He’d only talk to you about it though. It wasn’t that Dean hated the idea but he didn't understand.

One day when you were 18 and he was 16 Sam asked to talk in private. So you took him to a dinner near the motel and he told you about Stanford.

“One of my teachers thinks it's possible.” He pushed the pamphlet towards you. “I just need a signature from an adult and I know Dad won't sign it.” You quietly looked over the pamphlet for a moment. A sense of pride washed over you as well as relief. This was his way out. “Of course, I’ll sign it.”

You both kept it quiet for the next year and when his acceptance letter came in you both kept it to yourselves but you were so proud

#proud parent moment.

Though eventually, Dean found the letter.

“Did you know about this?” He asked holding up the letter. You felt your blood run cold as you grabbed the letter from him. “Yes. I did know.” You admitted. “It was me who signed the papers.” Your brother's eyes widened a look of betrayal crossed his face. “Why would you do that?” His voice began to rise as he spoke. “Because Sam deserves a future Dean.”

You two didn’t speak for a while after that. Dean got over it though.

When it came time for Sam to leave that's when all hell broke loose.

You’d never heard your dad yell so loud. He and Sam went back and forth for hours until your younger brother just walked out. You and Dean both followed him. After calming him down you went with him to the bus and said goodbye.

Dean was kinda non-plussed (inside he hated it and was worried sick). You were worried but happy that he was getting out.

When you and Dean went back to the motel John was furious. He blamed you (of course)

“This is your fault. You're the one who put all those ideas in his head and look what happened.”

Dean jumped in front of you and told him to back off.

“Sam’s his own person you can’t blame her for this!”

After this, you and Dean get closer. John starts taking more hunts alone meaning that you and Dean spend a lot of time just driving around.

You would probably class this as the first time in your life you felt truly happy. Hunting with Dean was easier and there were fewer arguments.

Sam would call u often to update you. When he told you that he’d met a girl you were so happy for him. (it really seemed he got out)

But then your dad went missing and Dean insisted on getting Sam to help.

You were glad to have both your brothers back but at the same time felt insanely guilty as you watched Sam fall back into hunting.

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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 7 months

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Let You Down

Dean Winchester x little sister!reader, John Winchester x daughter!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: after you fail on a hunt, John leaves you high and dry, but Dean is there to help.

“Kill her!”

“Oh sweetie, you wouldn’t kill your own mommy, would you?”

“You-you’re not my mom, you’re not!” You cried. “You’re a monster.”

“Kill her!” John Winchester pushed you forwards, and your machete shook in your small hands.

The vampire that used to be your mother bared its teeth at you. Even as she advanced on you, murder in her eyes, you didn’t go for the kill.

“M-mom please,” you begged. “Don’t-don’t make me do this, ple-“ you cried out when John tackled you out of the way as your mother lunged at you. Once she missed, she gave up, turned and rushing out of the building. John started after her, but stopped when he saw it was pointless; she was too fast.

You heard your machete clang to the ground as your hand went limp. Your shaking legs gave out, and John held you up as he dragged you out of the building.

“What was that?” He demanded, and you flinched when he shook your shoulders. “She was going to kill you!”

“M-my mom…” you began to shiver, and you only now noticed that it was starting to rain.

“That wasn’t your mom!” John growled. “Not anymore. That was a vamp. And now, she got away thanks to you.”

You hesitantly followed John as he started towards his car. Your legs were shaky, and you felt like you could hardly breathe.

“No,” you flinched when John held out a hand to stop you. “No, you’re going back to the motel. I have to track that vamp, and I can’t trust you to help with that.”

“How-how am I gonna get back?” You wrapped your arms around yourself as the cold rain picked up.

“You’re gonna walk,” John opened his door and climbed into the car. “It’s not that far, and I have your mess to clean up.”

Before you could open your mouth to respond, John had closed his door and backed out of the lot, turning down the street and disappearing around a bend in the road.

You were still for a long moment, frozen in shock, until the crack of lightning and boom of thunder startled you into action. You began in the direction that you’d came from, trying to calculate how many miles you would have to walk. It was a fairly straight shot to the motel, so you were almost convinced that you wouldn’t get lost, but with the cold rain beating down on you, you were worried about being out here too long. The last thing John needed was to get back from his hunt only to find you either not back yet, or sick from the cold. You figured you’d burdened him enough for one night, so if you were gonna get back, you had to be quick about it.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been out there, it felt like forever, but you didn’t think you’d gone very far. The wind was against you, threatening to knock you off your weary limbs with every gust. The shaking had gotten worse, and no matter how tightly you wrapped your jacket around you, the soaked material offered you no warmth.

You were just beginning to worry that your strength would give out when the roar of an engine and the glare of headlights made you lift your head. You couldn’t quite make it out in the gloom, until it pulled to a stop next to you and your big brother Dean stepped out.

“You ok?” He demanded, but one look at you answered his question, and without hesitation he pulled off his jacket and wrapped you up in it. “C’mon, get in the car.”

“Why are you here?” You waited until you were safely in the Impala to speak.

“Dad called,” Dean kept his eyes on the road, and the tension in his shoulders was making you nervous. “He told me what happened.”

“He asked you to come get me?” It didn’t seem likely.

“Nope,” Dean said.

“Then wha-“

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Dean turned finally to glance at you. “Are you ok?”

You gave him a feeble nod in return, hugging his jacket more tightly around you as you continued to shiver.

“Words, kiddo.”

“I’m ok,” you cursed the quaver in your voice that revealed the truth.

“Yeah, ok,” Dean scoffed. “Look, we’ll be at the motel soon, and you’re gonna take a hot shower and I’ll get you some dry clothes and warm food.”

“Ok,” you sniffled, trying desperately to hold back the tears building up behind your eyes. The image of your mother, fangs bared, charging at you, wouldn’t stop replaying in your head.

“I’m sorry about your mom,” Dean said.

“I couldn’t kill her,” you ducked your head. “She tried to kill me, and I didn’t do anything. I let dad down.”

Dean was silent for a long moment, as though fighting what he wanted to say. Finally, he spoke,

“He let you down.”

“What?”

“Making you go after your mom,” Dean shook his head. “You should never have had to do that.”

You stared at your big brother for the remainder of the ride. You’d never heard him speak a word against John, and now that he had you weren’t sure how to respond. Was he right?

“C’mon,” Dean led you inside the motel, pushing you towards the bathroom as he went to scavenge food from the fridge to warm up.

“How are you doing?” Dean asked after your shower as he handed you a paper plate of leftovers.

“Better,” you sat down on Dean’s bed, and Dean followed you. You stared at him in surprise when he put his hand against your forehead.

“You’re not getting sick?” He questioned, pulling his hand away.

“I don’t think so.”

“Ok. Finish that,” he gestured at your plate, “and get some sleep, ok?” He wasn’t about to tell you, but he was hoping that you’d be fast asleep by the time John returned. If John put two and two together and realized what Dean had done, then Dean wanted to be the one blamed, not you.

Once you’d finished your food, you stretched out on Dean’s bed and tried to fall asleep. For some reason, you found that you still couldn’t stop shivering. You weren’t sure if it was the result of the cold rain, or of what you’d been through tonight.

“Dean?” You called hesitantly after a while.

“What’s up?” He asked, stepping away from where he’d been researching and coming to stand by you. “You should be asleep.” Then, he noticed your shaking. “Hey, you ok?”

“Can-can you stay with me?”

Dean didn’t hesitate, climbing in next to you and pulling you close.

“Are you cold?”

“Kind of,” you breathed. “I just-I just can’t stop shaking.”

“Hey, it’s ok,” Dean sensed your rising panic; he didn’t blame you, after the night you’d had. “It’s ok, I’m right here. Just try and get some rest, you’ll feel better tomorrow.”

Dean kept you close, and the combination of his body heat and his warm comforter over you managed to ease your shivering.

“You did good today, kid,” Dean kept his voice quiet. “I know it was hard, but you didn’t let anyone down tonight.”

You didn’t respond, you just huddled even closer to your big brother. You breathed in a contented breath as you fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat, trusting that no matter what else happened, he would never let you down.

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darknqlmes · 7 months

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Why didn't you tell us?

PARING: Dean Winchester/Sister!Reader/Sam Winchester

WARNINGS: Language, Blood, Past Abuse, Threats To Kill Someone!

SUMMARY: Y/N Winchester is the oldest out of Dean and Sam, so that means she took all of the abuse. When she heard about John's death, she was happy that she was free. But what happens when she gets home to the bunker and sees someone that she never wanted to see again?

(Also, I'm going to change the story line where Mary left John and Y/N was left to take care of Sam and Dean.)

Y/N, just got in the bunker after a vampire hunt. walking down the stairs when she heard muffled talking. She stopped and listened, but she couldn't make out the voices, so she went the rest of the way down the stairs, and when she looked, she went pale.

"John." Y/N said it coldly and with a bitter voice. John, Sam, and Dean all looked at Y/N and took in her appearance. She had blood all over her and had her duffel bag over her shoulder; she looked like she had seen a ghost; her hair was matted down and messy; even with it in a messy ponytail, she looked like a mess.

"Y/N, honey, how are you?" John asked, "Sam, Dean, what is John doing here?" Y/n asked with a bitter, cold tone, not even looking at them as she asked her question, "Y/n h-." "Boys, get the keys to Baby and drive to a bar or something. I want to talk to John alone.

"Y/N cut Dean off Sam, and Dean looked at each other and just headed towards their rooms like they were little kids that just got punished. "Why are you here? Why, after everything you put me through?" "I wanted to apologize." Y/N chuckled bitterly.

"Apologies? Well, it's a little too late for that, John. You abused me! my whole childhood, and I allowed it because I was scared of you hurting the boys! Oh, and let's not forget about the many times you raped me! All because Mary FUCKING LEFT!" "I did that because you didn't listen to me! So I thought that was the best way for you to listen." "I WAS A KID! A FUCKING KID, John! I WASN'T LISTENING BECAUSE I WAS SO YOUNG! I was nine. Nine, and taking care of you. Taking care of all of us. I was in fourth grade, dragging your ass out of the yard. So you wouldn't freeze to death. I stayed up all night with Sam and Dean when they had chicken pocks. I washed Sam's and Dean's shitty diapers. I picked lice out of Dean and Sam's hair. And I was here when Sam and Dean got their first heartbreak—not Mary, but me." What John and I didn't know was that Sam and Dean were hiding behind the wall, listening to us.

"And never you; you were too fucking loaded." I had tears in my eyes, and John just looked ashamed. "Just get out, John. I've had enough of you're shit." "No." I turn around, looking at John with a death glare.

"What the fuck did you just say?" "I said no, Y/N." I chuckled, "GET THE FUCK OUT BEFORE I KILL YOU, John Winchester!" This time he listened and started walking to the stairs, which I followed.

"Oh, and John." He turned around and looked at me. "If I ever, and I mean ever, see you anywhere near this damn Bunker or near Sam and Dean, I will make you beg for death. Understand?" John nodded his head with fear in his eyes. Then he ran up the stairs and out the door.

I just sighed and went into the library with my hands on the table. I let out a sob, but quickly covered my mouth with my hand. But then I heard a rustle, like someone was moving. I knew that. It was Sam and Dean. "Guys, you can come out. What are we? Five?" I asked with sarcasm in my voice.

They come out and rush to my side. When they saw that I was collapsing to the ground, they caught me just before my knees could touch the ground. while I was sobbing loudly. They started whispering in my ear that everything would be okay. But I knew nothing would be okay.

"Why didn't you tell us, Y/N?" Sam asked, "Because you guys shouldn't have to know what I go through." They just hugged me for the rest of the night. We ate snacks and watched movies. While we all cuddled.

#Supernatural x Sister!Reader #Supernatural x reader #Supernatural fluff #Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader #Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader #Supernatural #John Winchester x Daughter!Reader

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happy74827 · 2 years

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Haunted Memory

[Winchester Family & Winchester!Reader]

Synopsis: Even after 10 years, the Winchesters can’t let go of the past (Written in Dean’s POV).

WC: 1,893

Category: Angst, Character Death

To be honest, I have no idea what made my mind come up with this lmao, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Feel free to reblog and drop a few comments, I’d love to hear what you think about this one.

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Dean stood between them with tears that threatened to fall down his cheeks. His body froze as he was mortified by what had been said.

Just moments prior, he was begging his father and brother to stop arguing. Begging for a moment of peace between them but it was futile. He was a ghost, unable to be seen and heard. All he was able to do was watch and witness the argument enter chaos.

“Sam,” The eldest Winchester growled, fury hidden in his dark chocolate eyes. His hair was all matted, his body worn out from the current stress they were under. Dean could tell his dad was tired, tired of everything. “Don’t start this now.”

“No, Dad, I think I will.” Sam slammed the duffle bag on the ground, his hands gripping the end bar of the bed. A mash of green and purple radiated his knuckles as he clenched his palms to fists. “You think I wouldn’t find out? The stuff from Bobby? You’re planning on bringing the demon here, aren’t you? To have some… stupid macho showdown.”

“I have a plan, Sam—“

“That is exactly my point! Dean is dying, and you have a plan!” The young Winchester’s eyes flashed angrily, his grip tightening with every word. “You know… you care more about this demon than you do your own sons!”

At this, John exploded. Fury blinded him as he sat up, pointing his index finger at the boy. “Do not tell me how I feel! I am doing this for Dean.”

“How?! How’s revenge gonna help him?!“ Sam’s cheeks flushed, and his facial muscles became rigid. His hand released the bar, momentarily, before slamming back down onto it once again. “You’re not thinking about anyone but yourself, it’s the same selfish obsession.”

“Come on guys, don’t do this!” Dean pleaded, his eyes begging towards Sam, but nothing could be heard.

“It’s funny you know what, I thought this was your obsession too.” John argued, “this demon… it killed your mother, killed your girlfriend—“

“…but it didn’t kill her, now did it?”

The sounds of footsteps running back and forth. That could be heard all from within the room. The silence was deafening. Dean swore he could hear his own heart shatter into a million pieces as his eyes glossed over at his brother who, he himself, had to take a minute to realize what came out of his mouth.

Dean knew and understood the pain that Sam carried. John was never a good father to them, he was more of a drill sergeant than anything, but deep down he knew his father loved him. Loved all of you in his own twisted little way.

That’s why when Sam spat out that sentence, it stung him like venom as his angry self conscious knew it would.

Their sister, you, was an untouchable topic. It pained each and every one of them to think about it. Even the mention of it made Dean want to drown himself in alcohol to forget. Of course it never worked. He never forgot. He couldn’t. It was deeply engrained in his mind.

As Dean recalled, his 16-year old self was helping his dad pack the Impala for another drive. For another motel and another hunt. John had just wrapped up a werewolf hunt, killing its pack, before coming back to collect you all.

However, his father had unknowingly made the fatal mistake of not double tapping them, causing them to follow him home, leading them straight to you and Sam.

Dean remembered the gunshots and the screams of terror coming from the third story. He remembered the exact way his father knew the sound of his daughter, you, at the speed of a snap — reaching for his shotgun in the trunk compartment before storming up the stairs in lightning speed. Dean had followed close behind, not knowing what else to do.

John had loaded his shotgun “Terminator Style” before kicking the door open, revealing the horrific sight that Dean was never able to leave behind.

Sam was crying uncontrollably in the corner, petrified, as a werewolf laid on top of you. His claws deep in your chest. Dean had scanned the room, finding two more dead on the floor with a pistol residing just a couple feet from your bloodied-up hand.

In a half of a second, he had pieced together what had happened.

The window, which allowed your screams to echo down to the car, was infiltrated by the three werewolves that John had evidently missed. Two of them probably rushed Sam which resulted in silver-bullet headshots by you with dad’s pistol that he’d must’ve left on the table. The third, however, must’ve caught you by surprise, resulting in the pistol being knocked out of your reach.

John moved like a machine, rapidly shooting and reloading as he approached you, causing Dean to drag sobbing 11-year old Sam behind him to safety.

The werewolf looked up, growling and hissing with its teeth before one of John’s bullets went through its eyes, causing it to release its grip on you. After a few more bullets to the chest, Dean watched as his father pulled the corpse off of you, dropping his gun, before encasing you in his arms.

“Sweetheart, h-honey..” John’s voice was shaken, quivering as he took in the sight you. Dean couldn’t forget the amount of blood that stained the carpet, stained the furniture. It was nauseating.

He could still hear your whimpers and silent cries in his mind. You couldn’t speak or move, only gasping for air as dad started to apply a tourniquet with his belt against your gushing leg, one of the many wounds you had. Your name came out as whispers as he pleaded you to stay awake for him.

Dean still remembered the urgency in his dad’s voice. It was shaken and panicked, a sound he’d never heard from his father before. “Dean! Get me the towels out of the bathroom… all of them, now!”

After finishing the tourniquet, John had wrapped and packed your entire stomach with towels like you were a pillow case. Dean eventually had to drag Sam out of his frozen state by the arm, following his dad who rushed down the stairs, gingerly carrying you within his arms.

The drive to the hospital was John going about thirty miles over the speeding limit, barking orders at the boys to keep pressure on your stomach. Dean’s mind finally caught up with him as his hands found themselves covered with blood. You were dying.

His baby sister was dying.

And that you did, three nights later. And the bitch of it was? You had just turned fourteen.

Two weeks prior, you held an untamable smile when Dean was able to scrap enough extra money for the camera you had always wanted. Now, that birthday was a haunted memory. A joyful memory that was replaced with darkness.

Your heart gave out when Dean held your hand, begging for you to pull through. In a matter of seconds he and Sam were thrown out of the room, their eyes bloodshot with tears as the nurses and doctors shut the door and closed the binds.

The entire time of you being in the hospital, dad had only visited you twice — the first time was when you had gotten out of surgery. After seeing you in the hospital bed, all broken, he couldn’t bare to look at you. His heart sank at the constant reminder that he failed his daughter. His only job was to protect his kids and he failed. And for that, he had Bobby watch the boys for those long nights while dad sat there in the waiting room, refusing to see the pain he had inflicted.

The second time he saw you was when you were pronounced dead.

One thing about John Winchester was that he never allowed his kids to see him break down, especially little Sam. To him, he needed to be strong for them. Because in his eyes, “someone had to.” It was part of the reason why he’d dumped you all on Bobby’s porch so much. When his walls were about to shatter, he made sure you were all out of sight.

But that night, he cracked. His walls broke down and Dean witnessed it all.

Bobby had taken Sam to get some ice cream, offering Dean to join, but he’d declined wanting to stay behind for you. If there was a chance you’d wake up again, he wanted to be there when you did.

Dean was sitting in the waiting room when the doctors called it. He was unaware for a few minutes, waiting anxiously as his father disappeared into the hall with the doctor. It was about five minutes after midnight — twenty minutes later — when he heard crashes and sobs coming from the mens bathroom.

Dean quietly left his chair to investigate the noise to which he had soon regretted when he had peeked inside. His father was in the midst of smashing the sink’s mirror against the marble flooring, following with broken and angry sobs. The entire bathroom was destroyed. Toilet paper were covering each stall. The floors were covered in glass from the other mirrors with toilet paper holders that were smashed to oblivion… never in his life had Dean witnessed his father shattered from the inside out.

It was at that moment that your older brother realized you didn’t make it through the night. His father’s actions were confirmation enough.

Dean never spoke a word to this about Sam or John. He kept his discovery silent, acting shocked with Sam once Bobby confirmed the sad news. He had also found out later it was Bobby and dad’s old pal, Deacon, who paid the bill and the property damage.

After the burial, he never saw dad like that again. He became cold, colder than before. John had failed and so he practically dropped the father act completely, becoming a drill sergeant. Every chance he got, John shoved the hunter life and survival instincts down his kids’ throats. Never letting them forget it.

From there he’d done some pretty awful things, but the one thing he never did was blame your death onto them. Your death was a “horrid accident” as Bobby said, stating that it wasn’t anyone’s fault.

Being the older brother, he had to constantly remind those words to Sam as the guilt for standing in the corner, watching the werewolf do nothing but tear your insides out, took over. A lot of those nights ended in Sam crying uncontrollably in his brother’s arms, faintly listening to Dean hum Hey Jude in his ear.

The memory made Dean shed a tear as he glanced back towards his broken family.

John had remained still, the anger long washed away at the slightest mention of you. It was evident the guilt still haunted him.

When Sam started up the fight again, bringing another past incident up, Dean drawed the line and surprised himself by Swayze-ing the glass that the nurse had left for their father. The two breathing Winchester’s paused rather quickly, with the youngest realizing that it hadn’t just been the two of them in there alone.

And unbeknownst to Dean, he wasn’t the only non-breathing Winchester in the room either.

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jasmines-library · 6 months

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I’m in love with the angst. Can you do a sister Winchester story where she’s at dinner with John and the boys and she starts choking

Knock it off

Note: Sorry this took me so long to get to! I wasn't 100% sure what direction to take this in so it's a little short i'm sorry, but I hope it's okay.

warnings: Choking. J*hn Winchester (yes he is a warning)

Word count: 1k

⛤ SPN MASTERLIST ⛤

It was an unusual occurrence for the four of you to be in one room at the same time, let alone sat crowded around a dinner table eating something other than diner food or one of those ready made meals that were convenient, but tasted like cardboard and had an aftertaste that stuck around for far too long, But nevertheless, there you were. You were crammed in between your brothers, your knees rubbed up against theirs and your elbows occasionally bumped into each other as you took forkfuls of food.

There was an unmeasurable grin plastered across your face, reaching from one ear to the next. And there was one on your dad’s too. He was treasuring the moment, you were sure. The way his body relaxed into the wooden chair told you that much. With time left over after a hunt that went unusually well, he had decided to cook something so, a quick pit-stop and a few hours later, he had managed to produce a steaming tray of burgers from the motel’s half functioning grill, and whilst it was far from gourmet, and wasn't going to make up for his countless mistakes and poor parenting, or win him any ‘father of the year awards’, it was a gentle step in the right direction.

The sound of the tv playing listlessly in the background was drowned out almost completely by the chatter as you shared stories and memories, laughing at the few treasured moments that the four of you had shared.

You were about halfway through the meal when it happened; suddenly your body was completely deprived of air. You began to work up a coughing fit, spluttering and cutting out the chatter completely as everyone turned to look at you.

Dean deepened the creases between his eyes. “You okay there sweetheart?”

You nodded, trying to dismiss him with a thumbs up, but whatever was cutting off your airway wouldn't budge. Gasping for breath, you pushed your chair away from the table clutching at your chest. Your brothers were up in a flash frantically patting you on the back. It felt like hours before the offending piece budged and you took in air selfishly.

A few rouge tears trailed down your face as Sam led you over to the edge of the bed, setting you down gently. He rubbed his hands soothingly up and down your arms as you hyperventilated, now taking in too much air with the thought of running out again persistent in your mind.

“Deep breaths, Kiddo. Deep breaths.” He crouched down in front of you, taking your small hands in his and pressing a gentle kiss to them.

You followed his breathing, inhaling deeply, then holding it, savouring it and then exhaling back out again, until finally your body remembered somewhat how it was supposed to function and your breathing steadied.

Your dad came over hesitantly with a glass of cool water clutched gently in his hands. It was strange that even with all of his years hunting monsters, he still didn’t know how to act around his children when they were in distress. Fear gripped him tightly like a glove, taking over all of his control over his body. So, it took him a few moments to process what was happening before he actually made a move towards you.

“You alright?” He queried as you took gentle sips of water, under the watchful eyes of your older brother, Dean.

You nodded. “Yeah…”

Dean ran his hands over his face and let out a sigh. “Jesus, sweetheart. You scared the crap out of us.”

“Sorry…” You shrugged, pushing your shoulders up to your ears.

Sammy shook his head, tossing his hair around his face. “It was an accident.”

“Just remember to chew your food next time.” Dean quipped. He was always one to make a joke out of a serious situation to lighten the mood. He couldn’t stand the tension, it made him nauseous.

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You rolled your eyes and slapped him playfully on the chest. “Not cool.”

He turned his head. “You know I am.”

“Dude.” Sam said, giving his older brother a look. “Shut up.”

“What?! I am!”

He sighed. “If you say so.”

You just chuckled at their antics, glad that your incident didn’t ruin the tender moment between your family. You would always treasure little moments like these, with your brothers being your brothers, even if it meant spending time hauled up in a motel listening to the pair of them bicker. It was a reminder that sometimes, the three of you could be normal if only just for a precious moment.

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BIG BROTHERS

Dean Winchester x Sister reader, Sam Winchester x Sister reader, John Winchester x Daughter reader

SUMMARY: John starts yelling at Y/n when she doesn't want to go hunting. Sam and Dean protect their little sister.

Word Count: 1.700

John, “Y/n, I am your father and you will do whatever I say!” he said angrily He was forcing Y/n to go hunting.

"No, leave me alone, I'm not coming hunting, I don't want to do that. At least leave me alone today." You said. You usually went hunting, but today you didn't want to and your father didn't like it.

"Talk to me properly, kid, or else,"

"I AM TALKING PROPERLY!" You interrupted your father. You couldn't take it anymore and started screaming. You were respectful towards him, but you were getting very fed up with the way he was treating you lately.

John was surprised by Y/n's attitude, he quickly approached her face and held her tightly by her arms. "Watch that voice," he said with disturbing calmness. He continued to squeeze Y/n's arms.

You grimaced in pain. you regret were for yelling. You were afraid of your father. He looked at you very hard, your eyes started to water but you couldn't cry, not now. "Let me go," you said, moving to free yourself from your father's hands, your voice shaking.

John tightened his grip, “I'm warning you Y/n, don't defy me like that!” he was looking at his daughter with angry eyes.

Sam and Dean heard shouting from the hotel room door, they looked at each other and quickly went inside. The two's eyes widened when they saw their father holding their sister tightly.

Dean stepped between the two of them, "Dad, let her go!" He said. As he released Y/n from her father's grasp.

You took a few steps back, held your hurting arms and began to cry. You can cry now, your brothers have come.

Sam walked over to Y/n, and hugged her "Hey, come here, it's okay." he reassured her. His little sister continued to cry silently in his arms.

Dean turned to his father, "What's going on dad, why were you yelling at him?" he asked sternly.

This made John even more angry and he grabbed Dean by the collar and pulled him closer, "Are you interrogating me, huh!?"

You snuggled closer to Sam in fear, not wanting Dean to get hurt because of you.

Sam wanted to break up his father and Dean, but he knew Y/n was scared and couldn't let her go.

"If it's about my sister, I'm going to question you," Dean said without changing his stance. "I won't let you hurt her like you did to us!" He continued to look into his father's eyes.

John began taking deep breaths angrily, he said grabbing Dean's collar, "Are you a father now?"

"Someone has to do this," Dean said, holding his head high.

John looked into Dean's eyes for a moment and quickly removed his hands from his collar. He was angry at what he heard, but also strangely sad.

"Now I will ignore your disrespect, get ready, we are going hunting. I will wait for you in the car." He ordered.

“I don't want to,” you said, looking at Sam for help.

John was about to walk out the door when he heard this, “Y/n stop it!” he said, looking at his daughter.

When you heard your name, you quickly turned your head towards your father.

"She won't come if she doesn't want to," said Sam, "she does that all the time anyway."

John clenched his jaw and left, slamming the hotel room door.

You were startled by the sound of the door closing.

Dean approached Y/n, "hey," he said smiling softly, tucking the hair from her braid behind her ear. "Are you okey darling?" he asked gently.

You nodded your head yes.

“Come sit down Y/n,” Sam guided his sister to one of the beds and took off his jacket and sat down next to her.

Dean did the same and sat on the bed across from the two of them. He looked at Y/n's face carefully and asked, "Did he hurt you, honey?" asked.

"No," you said quietly and rubbed your father's arm, which he held tightly.

Dean understood this and reached out his hand to Y/n's arm, "do you want me to look at this?" asked.

“No, I'm fine Dean.” you smiled softly and Dean smiled back at you.

Sam,“Y/n, why was dad yelling at you?” asked.

"I told him I didn't want to come hunting today and he didn't like it." you said. After a short silence, "Why does he treat us like this, why do we have to hunt? Okay, I love hunting, but there are times when I don't want to, like today. My father has no respect for that." you added. Your eyes started to fill with tears, "sometimes, sometimes all of this, the things we hunt, the people we can't save, and getting hurt feels so hard." you finally admitted and closed your eyes tightly.

Dean didn't know his sister felt this way. He was angry at himself for not being able to keep her out of this life. She was younger and it was normal for him to be affected by these. He had been taking care of Y/n since she was a baby. After their mother, when her father was not around, he fed her, cleaned her and put her to sleep. He was Sam's big brother, but he was almost like a father to her. "I'm sorry bunny, I didn't know you felt that way." said.

You looked at Dean, “no don't worry Dean, it's not your fault.” you said

“you don't have to do this, Y/n,” Sam said, patting Y/n on the back, “if you want to live another life, we support you.”

"If I don't want another life, I just want to stop sometimes." you said and you took a deep breath.

Sam felt sad, realizing that Y/n was overwhelmed.

"I got you, bunny," Dean said, sitting next to his sister and smiling fondly at her. "Look tell you what, how about we go to that shopping mall we saw nearby? Maybe we can buy some new clothes." he offered. He knew that she was a young girl and that she wanted to travel and have fun. But there wasn't much room for them in this life.

You looked at Dean excitedly, “really?” you asked.

Dean laughed at your childish attitude, “yeah why not?” said.

You hugged Dean tightly and he wrapped his arms around you "thank you Dean, I'm glad I have you." You said gratefully.

"You too, bunny."

Sam cleared his throat, indicating that he was there.

You stopped hugging your older brother and looked at Sam, you smiled and hugged him this time, "I'm glad I have you too, Sammy."

“Well, for a moment I thought you had forgotten me.” He said jokingly.

Dean stood up and, "let's go!" he said as he put on his jacket.

You heard him and stopped hugging Sam to get ready.

As we were heading towards Bayb, "Can we have a hamburger?" you asked. Feeling your stomach growling.

Dean, “oh definitely.” he said as he pointed his index finger at Y/n.

“Sammy eats rabbit foodi again,” you said as you got into the backseat. By making fun of him.

Sam, "I recommend this to you too," he said. "Y/n, you are growing and you need to eat vegetables, this is important." he warned as usual.

“There's lettuce in the burger, Sammy, I mean,” you shrugged.

Sitting in the front seat, Sam nodded to himself at Y/n's answer and sighed.

Dean chuckled, "That's my girl." He said and held out his hand to Y/n in the backseat.

You smiled and high-fived Dean's hand. Dean started the car and pulled out of the hotel car park onto the main road.

When you were with your loved ones and people who understand you, small touches quickly made things go better. Even though you have shortcomings.

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Normal (Winchesters x Reader) - Part Eight

Summary: Growing up as the baby of the Winchester family led you to be constantly guarded. Soon enough, you start to learn what's normal between families and what's not.

Characters: John x Daughter!Reader, mentions of Sam x Sister!Reader, mentions of Dean x Sister!Reader

Chapter Warnings: dub con, incest, angst, manipulation, coercion, loss of virginity, p in v

W/C: 3.1k+

A/N: One more chapter you guys :,)

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Daddy: Put some nice clothes on and pack a bag, we're going on a date tonight.

You couldn't help but choke on a sob as you read your phone. Your brain was hurting from crying so much. You tried desperately to understand Dean's anger and frustration with you.

You quickly got dressed after Dean left you alone in the motel room, wondering if you'd see him again later in the night or if he'd distract himself with a girl that wasn't you. It hurt to think about the latter.

You didn't understand why Dean was so upset with you or why he was upset with himself, it just didn't make any sense. What you were doing wasn't wrong. What was wrong with showing Dean how much you loved him?

Although it's true that you had never done anything like that with Dean before, you never would have taken it further if it weren't for that night of your first party.

He kissed you first. He used you first. He pleasured himself above your body before you had even thought to make an advance on him. Why was Dean suddenly changing his mind, and why was he calling it wrong?

You couldn't help but feel like Dean was lying to you because he felt guilty for some unknown reason.

Dean had told you that what you were doing with John was wrong, even what you were doing with Sammy. But you knew deep down that neither Sam nor your father had never hurt you before and that they never would.

Why would Dean ever suggest that anything was amiss?

You snapped out of your thoughts and picked at the skin on your hands, looking up as you heard the motel door open.

You had hoped to see Dean, to ask him all of your millions of questions, but Sam walked through the door. Sam's face dropped as he saw you sitting on the bed crying and immediately made his way over to you.

"Did Dean tell you?" Sam asked and you furrowed your eyebrows, growing confused.

You slowly nodded your head, sniffling, and Sam took a seat on the bed next to you. How would Sam already know what Dean 'told' you and what was there to tell? You had already assumed that Dean was lying.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm really really sorry. I just- I figured you knew already and that you were okay with it." Sam put a hand on your shoulder reassuringly and you tried your best to hide your confusion.

Already knew what?

Was Dean really being serious? Was what you were doing with Sam and John actually wrong? It still wasn't clicking in your brain, and you found yourself needing to know more.

"I wish you would have told me sooner," You suggested, hoping to pry some more information out of Sam.

"I thought Dad had told you, honestly, I did. I never would have let you come on to me if I knew," Sam gave you a half smile as the tears continued to flow down your face.

It still didn't make sense. John was the one who taught you everything about life, and now Sam and Dean were both telling you that he had kept a huge secret from you. John would never keep a secret from you. You were sure of it.

"I still don't get it, Sammy," You sighed, frowning as you looked over at him. "What's so wrong about it? It's just love. Daddy says it's normal."

"Dad lied to you," Sam stated simply, not expounding as your face turned to shock.

Why would John ever lie to you? It just wasn't in his nature. You knew he loved you more than anything.

"What's wrong with it?" You asked again and Sam's lip trembled before he bit it to keep it still. "Is it because I did it with you too? Daddy says he's the only man I can trust enough."

"Dad's sick, Y/N. He manipulated you into thinking it was okay to do those things with him when it's not, you're not supposed to do that stuff with your family." Sam tried his best to explain and you tried your best to understand.

"Why not?" You pried and Sam sighed before taking a long moment to think.

"He's supposed to take care of you: Feed you, shelter you, buy you clothes. He's not supposed to want sex from you and you're not supposed to want sex with him. No father should want to have sex with his daughter. It's incest." Sam continued to explain and you shook your head, trying your best to understand.

"Then why did you let me come on to you?" You asked and Sam scrubbed his face with his palm whilst taking a deep inhale.

"I thought you didn't care about right or wrong. I thought you knew we weren't supposed to do those things together, but you still wanted to." Sam frowned and you followed suit.

"But I did want to do those things with you," You mentioned quietly, tears streaming down your face.

"But you didn't understand how wrong it was," Sam held your hand but you yanked it out of his grasp.

"I don't get it, Sammy. I'm really trying," You sniffled to yourself, feeling your eyes well with even more tears.

"It's okay, Y/N. You didn't know, and Dean and I are going to make sure Dad gets what he deserves, okay? We're not going to let him hurt you anymore." Sam said and you furrowed your eyebrows as you grew even more confused.

"He wasn't hurting me, Sam. He must have just forgotten to tell me," You shook your head, trying to fit all the pieces together.

"No, he didn't tell you on purpose so that you would want to have sex with him. He was abusing you."

"Why would he do that?" You sobbed.

John was the one man on Earth who you were supposed to trust. Even more than you were meant to trust Sam and Dean. The pieces weren't fitting together.

"Because he's sick in the head. And I guess I am too. It's not natural. I'm just happy that Dean found out before it went any further." Sam half-smiled again and you looked down at your lap, a strange sense of shame attached to your conscious.

You felt embarrassed that you were so easily taken advantage of. You felt embarrassed that you didn't know. But above all, you felt angry.

You weren't sure if you were angry with yourself for not knowing that it was 'wrong', if you were angry because Sam and Dean suddenly had a change of heart and it made you feel unwanted, or if you were angry because John had never mentioned it to you.

John had taught you everything there was to know about life. He taught you how to bathe, how to shoot a gun, and how to cook breakfast.

John did everything you thought a good father did- you thought that being a good father also included sex with their daughter.

It hurt your heart to know that he was only using you.

"Does that mean we can't do it together anymore?" You asked, hoping Sam would give you the answer that you wanted.

"I don't know, Y/N," Sam flattened his lips, looking sadder by the second. "I just know that Dad needs to pay for what he's done to you. He is the reason all of this is happening. It's not your fault."

"But what if I don't want to stop?" You asked.

You didn't want to lose the relationship that you had with each of your family members. You didn't want John to pay, you wanted to continue loving him in the only way you knew how.

"Then, that's up to you. I don't know if I can go on knowing the things I know now. It makes me feel sick." Sam frowned, looking down at his lap.

"Oh," Was all that came out as your heart tore into a million pieces.

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Your anxiety only rose as the date with John went on further because you knew what would follow afterward.

Sam had fallen asleep early and your father had asked you to meet him outside before the both of you left. A part of you felt guilty for not telling Sam where you were going, but you knew that Sam would not have been okay with it.

As much as how Sam felt about the situation was completely valid and you desperately wanted to let Sam protect you from John, the thought of your father's disappointment was more dominant.

You managed to make conversation at dinner and you found yourself falling into your ways. Your heart had longed for this night for so long that it felt wrong to not see it through until the end.

In addition to your longing for this night, you still loved your father more than anyone in the world. Now more confused than ever, you battled internally between asking John for the truth and giving in to your own desires.

As John kissed your neck, sprawled over the top of you, you couldn't stop replaying your interaction with Dean earlier.

Was Dean lying to you? You tried your best to come up with alternate explanations for his behavior but nothing ever made sense. Was he just jealous? Did he want you all to himself? Did he figure out that he didn't want you in that way after he fingered you?

The only thing that seemed to make sense, in addition to your conversation with Sam, was that Dean was telling the truth. It was eating at you as you began to feel slightly disgusted by John's large body on top of yours.

"How are you feeling, baby?" John smiled as he came up for air, pushing the hair out of your face.

"Good," You lied, giving him a small smile.

"Good," John chuckled in return, placing his lips on yours for a slow, lingering kiss.

You found it hard to kiss him back as a million more questions popped into your head.

Was it bad that you wanted to stop? Would you disappoint John? And what would he do in response?

You didn't want to know the answer to any of those questions so you stayed silent as John took his shirt off.

"Get undressed for me, darling," John didn't seem to pick up on your uneasiness.

You hesitated for a moment, watching as John began to take his pants off, but ultimately decided to sit up and take your shirt off.

John looked back at you smirking, and you felt chills run down your spine. You decided to stop undressing as you waited for John to notice how uncomfortable you felt.

"Need help?" John asked, slowly walking toward you.

John yanked your ankles, your back hitting the bed as he slid you toward the end. His hand then traveled up your legs, dipping underneath your skirt to rest on your thighs.

"Daddy?" You asked timidly.

"Yes, baby?" He responded, pulling your panties down your legs before looking back up at you.

You weren't even sure what you were going to say, but you knew that you wanted to stop. You no longer cared if it upset John.

"I don't know if I'm ready," You managed to utter, propping yourself up on your elbows as you held your legs shut.

"That's okay, sweetheart. You know Daddy will take his time with you. I'm always very careful with my little girl." John pushed your skirt up your legs and your hands instinctively pushed the fabric back down. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know," You weren't sure what to say.

You didn't want to out Sam or Dean for telling you because you weren't even sure if they were telling the truth, but you didn't know how to tell John that you no longer wanted to have sex with him.

"Don't get cold feet with me now, darling. Daddy really wants to fuck his little girl." John chuckled, palming his erection through his boxers.

You swallowed as John began to push the cotton down his legs, revealing his incredibly large member. You shuddered at the thought of it entering inside of you, even more scared of the fact that there was a possibility that John would be taking advantage of you.

When John's hands began to spread your legs, your body fought with little resistance. He pulled you so that your ass was nearly hanging off the bed and rested his cock over your heat, groaning as he slowly thrust his hips.

"It's okay, baby. Daddy loves you and he wants to take care of you. Can you let Daddy take care of you?" John leaned over you, reaching underneath your body to unclasp your bra.

John pulled the cloth off of your chest with ease, letting out a growl as his large hands palmed at your breasts.

You felt your throat constrict as your tear ducts began to fill, not sure how to tell your father how you were feeling. John didn't seem to notice as he bent over to kiss your lips.

Paralyzed with fear, you couldn't bring yourself to return his kiss and after a few seconds, John pulled back.

"I'm really trying here, sweetheart. I can't make you feel good if you don't want me to, and I know that's not the case." John chuckled awkwardly as he pulled back, his face hovering a few inches above yours.

"Is it wrong?" You choked on a sob as the tears began to stream down your face.

"What?" John reacted instantly, his body tensing as his eyebrows furrowed. "Who told you that this was wrong?"

"Nobody," You said quietly, looking up at him with blurred vision as your tears continued to fall.

"I don't know what you're talking about, baby. This is meant to be. This is why God let me have you." John stroked a few stray hairs out of your face, rutting his hips a bit as his cock slid up and down your slit. "See how good you make Daddy feel? Daddy wants to do the same for you and he doesn't know how much longer he can wait."

You stared at him silently, your lips quivering as you tried to think of what to say. Your body shivered as John began to align himself with your entrance, poking into you ever so slightly.

"Just let me take care of you, baby. Try to enjoy it, okay?" John did his best to be reassuring, but it only made your stomach churn.

Your eyes screwed shut as John began to push himself into you. You instinctively let out a gasp as you grabbed onto his arms, digging your fingernails into his biceps.

Your neck craned back as your body did its best to accommodate your father and John took that as an opportunity to reach down and nip at your neck.

John continued to slowly work himself in, sending vibrations through your throat as he groaned at the feel of you.

"You feel so fucking good, baby," John moaned into your skin, gradually rutting his hips into you.

You squeezed tighter onto John's arms when he finally bottomed in you, your body rejecting the intrusion as your walls clamped around his cock, attempting to force him out.

"You're so fucking tight," John let out an airy laugh, groaning as he pulled his hips back and forth an inch or so.

Tears were steadily streaming down your face, your mind and body in unison and at war against John.

"Does it feel good, sweetheart? Does Daddy's cock feel so good inside of your tight pussy?" John chuckled, bringing his face above yours.

You didn't have the courage to look up at him, instead opting to keep your eyes shut as John began to pull out further before slamming into you.

John didn't seem to mind your lack of words, instead working off of the gasps that fled your throat in reaction to his movements. He snapped his hips faster and faster as your body got used to his size, and before you knew it, he was nearly leaving your pussy entirely before rutting back into you.

You weren't sure why, because the last thing you wanted was your father to be inside of you, but your arms wrapped around John's back, pulling him closer to you.

A part of you wanted for him to finish as quickly as possible and a part of you just wanted to be close to somebody whilst you dealt with your emotions. You hated how good it felt to hold John in your arms as he fucked into you like there was no tomorrow.

Opening your eyes, you grimaced each time John let out a hot, sweaty breath into your ear. Although you hated to admit it, it was beginning to feel good. You had a gut feeling that what was happening was wrong, but after your body adjusted to John, it began to betray the thoughts in your head.

Your pussy clenched around John's cock as you felt that familiar rumble in your core. Your eyes had not yet dried and they weren't showing any signs of doing that anytime soon, but your uncomfortable gasps soon turned into genuine moans of pleasure.

It felt so wrong as your climax approached, but half of you was desperate for a release. Your body instinctively brought your legs up to wrap around John's body.

As John reached a new depth you didn't know existed before, you gasped loudly as your orgasm became imminent.

"That's it, baby. Cum all over Daddy's cock," John cheered you on, reaching underneath your arms and resting your head in his hands.

When John reached down to kiss you this time, you didn't hesitate to kiss back. With all limbs, you held him as close as possible, locking your lips as your walls began to clench erratically.

"Daddy!" You let out a choked moan, terrified tears turning into those of pleasure.

"That's it. Good girl. Cum for your Daddy." John chuckled, opting to kiss your neck as he began to snap his hips faster.

"Mmm," Was all you could manage to utter out as your climax peaked.

You bit down on John's shoulder, digging your fingernails into his back as you started to come undone around your father.

Suddenly, John's hips began to move erratically. As you bit down on his soft skin and your walls contracted on their own accord, he bottomed inside of you one last time.

John's elongated groan in your ear caused your body to shake as you felt his length twitch unpredictably. With your euphoria washing away with each passing second, reality settled heavily in your stomach and you knew that you needed to escape.

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"You did this to get my attention and now you fully have it. Let's hear it"

W/ John (Winchester) and your OC ❤️

A/N: This is the same reader as my other SPN fics, but since she’s so young I decided to keep her as my OC.

"You did this to get my attention and now you fully have it. Let’s hear it.”

Lily stood trembling behind her father’s legs, gripping the material of his jacket. He had one hand grazing her shoulder, a needed reminder that she was still alive and hadn’t been taken by the damn shifter just ahead of them before he’d arrived, the other gripping his gun.

He could tell it was a weak shifter, perhaps out alone for the first time in its miserable life, because it seemed to be flickering between reality and illusion. The image it had possessed to lure Lily out had John warring with his conscious and whatever was beneath that. Though he had the gun in his hand, loaded with silver bullets, he was struggling with his instincts. Because if the shifter had taken the form of anyone other than her, it would have been dead the moment he’d seen it.

The fragility of his mind was dangerously proved when the shifter’s crooked mouth opened and a silver blade suddenly ripped through its heart. The world seemed to stand still as John watched it crumple to the floor, a familiar wave of emotions spilling over him as he stared at its dead body.

“The hell, Dad?”

John snapped his gaze up to see Dean, holding the bloody knife in his hand. He looked surprised, and John knew it could be a reaction to one of two things: the fact he hadn’t killed the shifter while he’d had an obvious opening, or the sight of his ten-year-old sister standing behind him.

When John didn’t reply, Dean circled the shifter and bent over to peer at the face. His expression warped immediately once he caught it and he straightened quickly and swallowed, twisting his face in displeased understanding.

Before he could ask anything further, if that had indeed been his intention, John sobered and spun to face Lily. He grasped her little shoulders and shook, once and hard.

“What don’t you understand about ‘stay in the car’?” he all but yelled, the danger of the situation finally rushing back to him. He and Dean had been flushing out a shifter nest in Illinois, one of the first hunts since Sam had left for Stanford. John had parked the impala in the trees and given Lily strict instructions to stay put while he and Dean did their job, Sam not being there to stay with her at a motel. Lily had done as she’d been told for the first half hour, writing in her notebooks while she munched on a makeshift dinner of cereal bars and sandwiches, but the shifter had made her forget. She’d seen its face, its blonde hair, its blue eyes, and she’d opened the door. She was only lucky John had been on his way back, and they’d both been luckier that Dean hadn’t been far behind.

“Did you wanna get killed? Huh?” John shook his daughter again, his face the picture of terrified rage. He saw her bottom lip quiver and her brows knit together above wide, cloudy eyes as she stared up at him.

“Sorry,” she muttered, her voice shaking, “but I—it was Mommy—Daddy, I saw Mommy and I wanted to say—just to say hi!”

John pressed his lips together in a thin line as his own vision became clouded with tears. Lily looked so much like her. So much like his Mary. The real Mary, not the obscured picture he’d seen just seconds ago before Dean had destroyed it. He often forgot that Lily had seen her mother in photographs alone, never having been privy to the beautiful reality of her hugs and her voice and the face that no shifter could truly replicate. Lily had been taught of the dangers of the world. She knew how to shoot a gun and how to throw a knife. But she’d never been taught that her mother had been anything other than safe.

With a quick, releasing breath, John pulled Lily to him, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her feet from the ground. “That wasn’t Mommy, baby,” he whispered. Lily nuzzled into the crook of his shoulder, her own tiny arms gripping the back of his jacket.

“Looked like Mommy,” she mumbled back.

Dean had made quick work of removing his jacket to cover the shifter’s face. He squeezed one of his sister’s hands with a sigh, recognising that John was still reeling.

“It looked like Mommy,” he said, “but it wasn’t her, Lils. It was a monster pretending to be her, you know that, right?”

Lily blinked so innocently it made Dean’s heart clench. The words were cruel, but he knew they’d stick with her.

“I know,” she spoke barely audibly. “Mommy has a prettier smile.”

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brother, brother - d.w

Paring; dean & sister!reader

Synopsis; John Winchester was never a great father but where he failed someone else stepped up

Warnings; none

Notes; this has been sitting in my drafts for ages omg

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You smiled at your brother as he appeared beside you, beers in hand. He passed one to you as he took a seat on the bonnet beside you. “Thanks.” You smiled before taking a sip. Your brother nodded before taking a sip of his own drink.

“Remember how dad flipped the first time dad caught you drinking? Man, I think I saw fire in his eyes.” Your brother chuckled turning his head to take at you. “Oh yeah. I think that was the first time I ever faced his wrath.” You joked bumping shoulders with him. “I think I was too drunk to truly care to be completely honest.”

“You were a mess. I spent most of that night awake in case you were sick.” He shook his head. “Then you actually were sick.” He rolled his eyes. You grimaced slightly. “Please don’t remind me,” You took another sip. “Being sick on the floor in front of my younger brother was bad enough. I think I traumatised Sam that day.”

Dean laughed. “Traumatised Sam!? It was me who had to clean it up, missy.” He exclaimed. “And I was very thankful you did.” You joked before looking out into the empty field.

Your childhood was a touchy subject. Something which all three of you chose not to talk about unless necessary. Growing up you’d always known that your home life was less than normal, that your dad never acted in the way you saw dad’s on the TV act.

As you’d grown up you’d simply come to the conclusion that maybe John Winchester was never meant to be a dad, sure for the first two years of your life he’d played the part but even then you knew it wasn’t perfect.

“You look like you're thinking quite hard there, you okay?” Dean bumped his shoulder with you drawing you back into the present. “I’m fine, just thinking…” You trailed off looking down at the drink in your hands. You felt your brother wrap an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer.

You both fell back into a comfortable silence for a moment before you turned your head to face him “You were more of a father to me than he ever was,” You smiled at your brother “Just so you know.”

Dean pressed a kiss to your forehead before resting his head on top of yours.

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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 7 months

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Rage Monster

John Winchester x daughter!reader, Sam and Dean x little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: you have a bit of a “girl rage” moment, and the men don’t know how to react.

It was just one of those mornings. Everything, from the sound of your alarm to the sound of Sam and Dean’s chattering, was driving you absolutely insane. There was no particular reason for it, you just couldn’t deal with…anything.

“Hey kid, ready to go?”

Especially this. Driving all day in Dean’s car with his annoying music, stuck in a confined space with three men.

You were tired of it, to say the least, and you weren’t sure you could handle it today.

“Y/N?” John’s voice broke through your consciousness, and you looked up. “C’mon, it’s time to go.”

“Fine,” you hadn’t meant for the word to come out so aggressively, but based on John’s reaction, that’s how it came out.

“Hey, you alright?” Sam cut in before John could respond.

“Peachy,” you rolled your eyes.

“Someone’s grumpy this morning,” Dean said.

“Maybe because my brother’s a douchebag,” even though you mumbled it, you knew everyone in the room could hear.

“Hey, that’s enough!” John barked. “What is the matter with you?”

“Could you guys get off my case for five minutes?”

“Go wait in the car,” John demanded. “If you’re not gonna watch your tone, then you’re not gonna speak, understand?”

You knew you should quit while you were behind, but your anger was now more potent then ever.

“Fine! Any minute I get to spend away from you guys is a blessing!” You stormed out of the room, slamming the motel door behind you.

Dean was the first to break the silence.

“What the heck was that?”

…

John was the first one to venture out to the car, instructing the boys to stay in the motel.

He stayed silent for a long minute after he entered the Impala. If it was one of the boys, he would’ve started talking right away, demanding an explanation for that kind of behavior. But he’d learned somewhere along the line that things turned out better between you and him if he let you think things out.

Of course, if the next words out of your mouth were something sassy, he wouldn’t hesitate to set you straight. But he had a feeling that you weren’t as angry as you thought you were.

“I’m sorry,” your voice broke the silence, and John expertly hid the smile that threatened to creep up. He wasn’t about to let you off the hook so easily, and he certainly wasn’t going to let you see his relief.

“What was all that?”

“I don’t know,” John nearly cringed at the sound of your voice, which was thick and high-pitched. You were trying not to cry. You didn’t often cry, so he usually didn’t have to worry about it, but every once in a while it would happen, and he didn’t know what to do.

When the boys got emotional, it usually ended in some kind of loud argument, which he knew how to handle. Your emotions, however, sometimes came out differently.

“I’m gonna need something better than that.”

“I really don’t know,” you fisted your sleeves in your hands, pulling your knees up to your chest. “It—I just…I’m sorry, really. I’m just…tired, I guess.”

This was a pathetic excuse, and both of you knew it. But John was almost certain that you were being honest with him.

“Ok,” he said finally.

“Ok?”

“Well, no, what you did was not ok,” he admitted. “But I forgive you. But I don’t ever wanna hear that tone again, understand?”

“Yes sir,” your voice was clearer now, but you kept your face dropped down against your knees.

“If you’re feeling like that again, just say something and we’ll leave you be. But there’s no excuse for snapping like that.”

“Yes sir.”

“Hey, look at me,” John finally let a ghost of a smile show on his face when your eyes met his, and you reciprocated it. “Well now that this is all cleared up, I think we should hit the road. But I think you should take a nap back here, alright? I’ll tell Dean to turn his music down, and we’ll leave you alone for a bit.” This was both a way to keep tensions down, and perhaps a way to get you to think about how you’d been acting. John was pretty proud of that little bit of parenting.

“Ok,” you agreed.”

John smiled again.

“Ok.”

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Proud of you

Dean Winchester x daughter!Reader

Words: about 1.3k words

Warning: I hate John Winchester and I'm not gonna be sorry about it. Just some sad memories of Dean, but mostly fluff

REQUEST: no requested

Author’s note: Hi! I'M NOT DEAD! I know, shocking!

It was a period full of exams, including the driver's license exam and four college exams, and I could not write anything. And just when I thought I could start writing again, classes started again, so… here I am! I'm actually in the university library and should be studying, but my panic attack said NO, so here you go! this is a short scene I imagined after doing my first drive with my dad a month or so ago, and I liked it too much not to write it down, I hope you enjoy it.

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Ever since you were little you have dreamed of this moment, yet now that you are here and experiencing it, you can't help but want to run away and run for cover in the calm, quiet safety of your bedroom.

You clutch the steering wheel of the car in your hands, which as much as your father loves her is considered your sister, to look straight ahead.

You feel your father's eyes scrutinizing you, sitting beside you, as he considers whether to tell you something or not. You see out of the corner of your eye Castiel's hand resting on your father's shoulder to restrain him from saying anything, knowing, and feeling the anxiety gripping your stomach at this moment.

You take a deep breath and decide to finally start Baby. You hear the engine roar, and your sweaty hands slide on the steering wheel as you lightly touch the pedals with your feet as your father explained to you just before, and a thousand other times before in motel and diner parking lots when you were bored while Uncle Sam found you a place to eat or sleep.

The car begins to move, and you feel a sense of courage and pride in seeing that you are succeeding for the first time in making the car go.

You slowly manage to move a few meters before misplacing your feet while shifting gears and bringing the car to a stop without warning.

Discouraged you abandon your head against the steering wheel, narrowly missing the horn as your father laughs lightly and rests a hand on your shoulder.

Castiel watches Dean get lost in his own thoughts as he watches you explain with a low stare that you are sorry and that you don't understand how it can take you so long to understand and learn how to drive, knowing full well that your father's mind is actually somewhere else right now.

Dean watching his daughter drive for the first time in the same car in which he had learned, could not help but think of when he had been in that position.

Dean had just turned 15, but on his umpteenth fake ID and driver's license it was marked that he was at least two years older, knowing that no one would dispute the fact, since he had been showing 17 for a year and a half now. He felt sweaty hands against his thighs through his jeans as he felt his father's gaze burn him alive.

"Will you move?" John said with obvious hatred in his voice. He had decided it was time for Dean to learn to drive, so that at night he could sleep and leave his son driving the car, as if he were at least twice as old as he was.

In part Dean knew that John wanted to do this so that he could be more independent of his sons and could also take solo trips without worrying about picking up, or having someone pick them up as had happened several times, Dean and Sam after leaving them alone for a week in a motel in a town they did not know. And the oldest of the Winchester brothers couldn't help but be glad to finally get away from the monster who had become their father.

Dean swallowed laboriously and then started the car. He had almost forgotten about Sam's presence in the car until he encouraged him in a feeble voice, only to receive a cruel look from John.

Slowly he made the car move inside the parking lot. It was now late at night and not a soul would disturb his first drive, or so he thought.

He was starting to pick up speed, imitating the people he drove in the many movies he saw while waiting for his father to return from yet another hunt, when suddenly a car comes speeding towards them.

Panicked Dean suddenly accelerated to escape from the high-speed encounter with that madman, only to brake abruptly shortly after seeing that he was inches from the wall.

Dean quickly turned to see how Sam was doing after all the commotion, but he saw that the fear on his brother's face had given way to a smile, not a complete one since he had recently dropped a tooth and had yet to grow a new one.

"Wow Dean, you were great! It was like being in one of those movies-" His brother was interrupted by John's voice, which like thunder crashed down on those poor creatures who had had the misfortune of being his children.

"Don't bullshit Sam, your brother was an idiot. Do you realize you could have ruined the car!" He said shouting and motioning for his son to get out of the car as he did the same.

"But-but that car was coming at us! I couldn't do anything else! It's only my first time driving!" He tried to excuse Dean as he tried to reason with his father, but nothing could change the man's mind, especially when it came to his favorite sport: mistreating the one person over whom he had full power and control, his own son: Dean.

"And if it were up to me it would be the last damn fool too, how can I count on you if all you do is make mistakes? Disappear from my sight before I decide to leave you in this parking lot, better yet, take the car and go back to the motel, I'll stop at the bar nearby."

Dean could not help but squint his eyes, already thinking about his drunken father arriving from the bar on the crack of dawn, and the beating he would receive from the man because of alcohol, although Dean knew it was not entirely the fault of the liquid that seemed to have become John's fuel since his wife had died.

Dean, in the end, had learned to drive thanks to a teacher who was more patient and kinder than his father: Bobby, who with all the calm and love his father had never shown toward him had managed to teach the oldest of the Winchester brothers to drive in one of the many cars he had in his "backyard." And it was then Dean himself, together with Bobby, who had taught Sam how to ride in the car.

This time, however, it was different: it was not his brother he was teaching to ride in a car, but his daughter, that is, blood of his blood, the result of yet another night of passion with a woman he met at a bar, for whom he could never thank enough whatever deity ruled up there. And be damned, more than he already was, he would never let his little girl suffer what he had suffered.

"Hey, it's okay. Nobody's perfect the first time, and this car is definitely not the best you can have for a first drive, but you did great. I had done much worse my first time, and I'm not kidding, I almost hit a wall." Dean says as he watches his daughter straighten her back and look into his eyes, her own eyes, as he smiles at her, gently, and then pulls her into a hug.

"Really?" The girl asks, as she pulls her father in turn into a tight embrace.

"I swear on Miracle." He replied, as the dog in the back seat barks in response, having heard someone calling him, and the girl can't help but giggle.

They remain embraced for a few minutes, until Dean finally finds the courage to say those words that are so simple and at the same time so important, and so necessary, that he had never heard her father say to her, but that would never deprive his daughter from hearing them from him every day as long as she had breath to breathe. Five words, but they had the power of a thousand.

"I am proud of you."

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queen-of-deans-booty · 6 months

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Fun and Games

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: fluff

Request by anon: Hey can i request something with Jensen Ackles, where the reader is Jeffrey daughter and Jensen wife and the fans asks Jeffrey who he find out about her daughter dating Jensen? Something fluff with funny between them

Summary: Your husband brings you along to one of his panels with your dad, and you make the mistake of telling the fans a prank you pulled on your dad. He has some stories of you, too, and everything comes to light right then and there.

Square Filled: locked in a playground (2020) for @spnfluffbingo

Author’s Note: i appreciate any and all comments! <3

“Why’d you have to drag me out to this thing? I could have been sitting at home in the bath reading my book,” you say to your husband.

Jensen wraps his arms around your waist and slides his hands to your ass, squeezing your cheeks before sliding his hands into your back pockets.

“What do you mean? You love coming with me to these things.” These things being conventions with thousands of screaming fans for all kinds of fandoms. You love going with him but you kind of wish you could be at home right now. “I’ll tell you what. If you endure the next seven hours with me here, I’ll give you a massage when we get home.”

“A real one?” you grin.

“Oil and all.”

“Will you be naked?”

“Is there any other way?” he chuckles.

“I love you.”

“You stole the words right out of my mouth.”

Jensen leans down and molds his lips against your own. Being married to him is the best thing you could have ever done. There is never a dull moment in the Ackles house. The door to the break room opens and you pull away from your husband. Your dad, Jeffrey, steps inside to steal a quick snack.

“Come on, kids. We’re on,” he grins mischievously.

“What are you up to?” you narrow your eyes at him.

“Nothing. I have a feeling this panel is about to be a good one.”

Your dad leaves and you take a deep breath in to calm yourself.

“He’s gonna tell the story again, isn’t he?”

“Probably,” Jensen shrugs.

“He’s told everyone he knows about that damn story but never to an audience. I better not see a bunch of memes tomorrow about it.”

“Knowing the fans, probably. Stay off social media for the next week,” he laughs and walks out.

“It’s not funny! Jensen!”

You follow your husband to where your dad is, and all three of you step on stage to greet all the fans who came to watch your panel. They cheer when they see you, and you take a microphone from one of the crew members. You’re not an actor, in fact, you’re far from it. However, you love the community Supernatural fans have created, and love going to these things with Jensen and Jared.

After greetings are done, Jensen and your dad get into the groove of things. They thank people for coming out here, yada, yada, yada. This panel is very inclusive so a lot of fans have questions about upcoming episodes, your lives behind the scenes, and just funny stories of things that have happened to you. No question is off the table so you prepare yourself for whatever comes.

“This question is for Y/N,” a fan asks once the questioning portion of the panel starts.

“Hi, what’s your name?”

“Jessica.”

“Lovely name! I like your hat!”

“Okay, let the girl get to her questions,” Jensen jokes.

“I’m just giving her a compliment. Calm down, old man.” A round of laughter rolls out. “Go ahead, Jessica.”

“I know you were an extra in this last season in a few scenes. My question is, what’s been one of the funniest moments you remember from filming?”

“Oh, that’s a good question,” you grin. You’re not an actor, but you’ve been in a few scenes as a bystander when needed. Jensen loves taking you on set so you can watch, so even if you’re not filming, you’re there to witness their shenanigans. “Okay, you guys remember the episode where my dad guest stared? John Winchester comes back for an episode?”

A round of cheers lets you know they know exactly what you’re talking about.

“You’re really going to tell this story?” your dad asks you.

“I’m telling the story,” you grin. “I’m not sure this is going to make it on the blooper reel or not, but remember the part when Sam was going to crush that small white rock to get rid of John and send him back to the past? Well, we were all super serious and everyone is so in character. Emotions are high and we’re doing our best not to cry. Well, when Jared went to crush the rock, it didn’t shatter as we hoped. Instead, it flew off the table and hit my dad right in the crotch. I swear it was the funniest thing I have ever seen. Jensen, Jared, and I were on the floor in tears.”

“It took us a while to get back into character, but that was a nice break from character,” Jensen grins.

“Oh! I got another story!”

“Really? Another one?” your dad asks.

“So, this was when I was visiting Jen on set but I wanted to pull a prank on my dad since he was coming in that week to film that same episode.”

“Why are you telling them this story?” your dad groans.

“Shh, they’re gonna love it. So, I worked with the director to get him in on this prank. He gave me access to his work email that I then used to send my dad an email regarding the dress code at work.”

You can’t contain your giggles at this point.

“Keep it up, Y/N,” your dad nods.

“Shh! I told him it was dress-as-a-clown-to-work day. Everyone was going to be in costume and we were going to surprise one of the makeup artists since it was her birthday. He believed me.” Everyone starts laughing at what’s to come. “When he showed up that morning in the funkiest clown costume set with the red nose, the rainbow hair, and the big ol’ clown feet, we all died laughing. I even got a video,” you smirk.

Before your dad can protest, you had one of the crew members put it up on the screen behind you so everyone can see. Your dad walks in wearing the clown suit and realization rolls over his face when he knows you set him up. Everyone in the audience is laughing while your dad is smirking at you. You’re not paying attention to him to notice it otherwise you would have turned it off.

“Yeah, so that was a fun day on set.” The video ends. “The best part is, we kept him in that suit all day.”

“You think that’s funny?” your dad asks. Jensen can’t contain his laughter but tries to cover it with a cough. “You wanna go there? Fine. It’s my turn to tell a story.”

“Wait, Dad--”

“No, no, no, you had your fun. It’s my turn now.”

“You’re going to drag me down with her?” Jensen asks.

“You bet your ass.”

You get up to jog off stage when your husband grabs your arm and yanks you back into him.

“Nope. If I have to sit here and endure this, so are you.”

“So, would you all like to know how I knew my daughter was dating Jensen?” Everyone cheers to let him know they are interested. “This was back when I was a regular on the show. Y/N had come on set a few times and was getting friendly with Jensen. I thought nothing of it until one day when I was sitting at home minding my own business.

“I get a call from Y/N where she tells me not to ask any questions and to meet her. I figure she’s in some kind of trouble so I tell her to send me the address and I’m on my way. When she does, I get my beloved baseball bat just in case I need to beat someone’s ass. I rush over to where she is thinking she was at a bar, a friend’s house, whatever. I did not expect to pull up to a child’s playground.

“Still, I’m in protective dad mode. I hear her calling my name so I run over to where she is and stop dead in my tracks. In the child’s castle-dome thing is my daughter, on top of Jensen, naked, stuck in the arch. I mean, I’ve been a little adventurous in my day, but a child’s playground? Seriously?”

“God,” you scoff and shove your face into your husband’s neck.

“Did you call for help?” someone in the audience asks.

“Yeah after about ten minutes of laughing my ass off.”

“Okay,” you say into your mic and pull away from Jensen, “in my defense, that opening looked wider than I thought.” Your dad laughs loudly but you turn to him with a glare. “Don’t start this game with me. I know some shut about you. Better stop now before I tell them about how you mistook some young lady as mom and almost gotten the shit beaten out of you.”

A round of “oohs” sound off, and your dad puts both hands up in defense.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop.”

That incident happened nearly thirteen years ago so you can laugh about it now. You don’t care if people know because it is a funny story. You’re just glad to have stories like that to share. It’s all fun and games, but at the end of the day, you’re surrounded by love.

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shelbgrey · 9 months

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Dating Dean Winchester Headcanons:

Paring: Dean winchester x Singer!Reader

Summary: just some headcanons about Dean dating Bobby Singer's niece. -NSFW content warring.

A/n: the winner of the latest poll, there will be a new one up next week. I was so excited and suprised on how many people did the poll, my first one only had six and the latest one had over 100.

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Being Dean's girlfriend isn't always easy, but you get through it. So let's talk about it.

There was always something between you guys, but with your choice of life there was always something in the way.

You two practically grew up together, with Bobby being your uncle and John being his father you two were always around each other.

I think Dean also had a slight fear of Bobby, you were his niece and your practly his daughter.

Bobby wasn't clueless, he saw the way you two looked at each other. He wanted to kick Dean's teeth out, he's extremely over protective. Bobby also knew if anyone would keep you safe it wold be Dean.

“I know you'll take care of her”

On a side note, Bobby refuse to call you 'idjit'

The last thing he's said before he died was, “take care of my girl.. You idjits”

Anyway, Even if you two kept denying it or if your just clueless, everyone would know.

Other than Sam and Cas, your the only one he 100% trusts you. He'd trusts you with his life and your his partner in crime.

What makes your relationship stronger is that you started off as best friends and allies.

You always thought you were losing him, he would always have one night stands and there was Lisa. Of course they ment nothing to him, he just thought he'd never be good enough for you.

He thought you deserved better. “I'm not what you need...you deserve better”

That was the first time you opened your heart out to him, but he put his walls up. The he pretended like nothing happened... Until you went on one particularly hard hunt.

Everything was happing so fast thst neither one of you remember that night. There was blood everywhere and Dean did everything he could to save you, Castile healed you and Dean confessed something he's been wanting to since he was 18.

“I love you... Please don't leave me, I can't lose you”

Since everything moves fast in your lives you both decided to take things slow. Dispite his rugged appearance he's nothing but a gentleman to you.

He's extremely over protective of you, to the point hunts with him got annoying.

“I'm not some damsley in distress, Dean!”

He knows what a badass you are and he knows you can hold your own, but he can't help but be your shield.

That's really the only times you fight, your both very reckless and laugh in the face of danger. You guys stress each other out on hunts.

But, lets get to the good stuff now.

Your the only other person who can drive the impala, you'd rather just have him driving with you setting with him.

You guys love the same music, so your always singing on the top of your longs to old rock songs. Your guys song is Angel Eyes by The Jeff Healey Band.

You always have to be sleeping next to each other to get a goods night rest, even when you weren't together you two shared a bed in the old motels.

Dean refuses to sleep unless you have fallen asleep first, he just needs to know your okay before he can have a good night sleep.

You bake the best pies in his opinion and Sam loves your homemade salsa.

When you guys moved into the bunker you guys made great use of the kitchen, Sam loves your guys cooking.

Speaking of Sam, he's one of your best friends. Cas is your first, but you and Sam have a long history together. You were even the first one to hear he got accepted into college.

We know Cas is like the Winchesters gardian angel, well Gabriel is yours.

About three years into yours and Dean's relationship you broke up, it was around the time Sam went to hell and you guys just pushed each other away.

Gabe knew you guys loved each other, so he worked really hard to get you back together. He did succeed.

You guys might argue about the little things, but he always know how to make them better.

You guys just like staying in and watching movies or Scooby-Doo. You guys love cuddling up in the Dean cave and just ignore the world for a few hours.

He loves cuddles, if your in bed or on the couch he needs to be holding you. He loves it when he's laying in bed and your lying on top of his chest.

He also loves it when you hold him, maybe after a rough hunt he'll love just rest his head on your chest while you play with his hair.

You love just being in his arms, there's no feeling better than that. He loves snaking his arms around you and resting his chin on your head because he just really needs to being close to you.

He's really just a big ol' teddy bear.

He's a rough kisser, he's way taller than you so usually he hold your chin between his fingers and lift for head up to kiss you.

There's a lot of neck and forehead kisses being handed out by this man. He loves wrapping his arms around you from behind and just trail soft kisses down your neck.

He also loves it when you kiss his forehead. It just a small, loving gesture he absolutely loves.

If your cold you'll steal his flannels or his jackets, he had this black and red flannel that he now only sees if your wearing it.

when ever your busy doing research Dean always deliver a tiny kiss on your forehead. He'd just be walking by and he'll give you a quick kiss just to make you blush.

He's good a making you blush, he thinks it's adorable.

Trust is a big part of your relationship, you both had opened up about the abuse your fathers and dumped on you. That was the reason Bobby took you in, he could bare you being in the type of environment he grew up in.

With that Dean made a promise to never hurt or scare you. He refuses to lay a hurtful hand on you. It'll break his heart if you flinch away from him during an argument.

As much as you love Dean, demon Dean scares the hell out of you. The demon knew this and used it to his advantage. He Dean went back to normal he could barely look into your eyes. He blamed himself for the bruises around your neck the demon caused.

“I promised you I'd never hurt you... I'm so sorry” he said. “it's not your fault”

On a more positive side... You guys have lots of nicknames. You call him Deano or bub and he calls you just about anything but your actual name, Sweetheart is your favorite.

And with FBI names, you take a different approach. While he uses rock aliases you use actor or fictional names.

“agent Sweets, really?” he said playfully. “What? I like the show Bones”

Your like a mother to Claire, she loves you so much and your the only person she trusts other than Jody and the boys.

Speaking of Jody, she took you under her wing immediately. You never had a mother growing up so it was a relief to have her in your life.

You become a mother to Jack too, and your relationship hit a really bumpy road during that time. You hated how Dean treated Jack and it always turned into a fight.

“if you touch him, I swear to God, Dean!”

Den didn't want to be like his father and after awhile Dean's shell broke and he started to grow a soft spot for him, after your lives calmed down you both did end up adopting Jack.

But to legally do that you had to get married. You both wanted to get married so bad, but with your lives you never got the chance.

You weren't gonna get a white wedding, you knew that and Dean thought the Cort house wasn't good enough. So you got married in the church of Elvis in Las Vegas.

NSFW headcanons:

Dean prefers being on top and being the one in control.

He'll mark your thighs with his teeth and biting hard enough to leave a light bruise.

Loves eating you out,your legs around his head. He loves your legs in general and loves leaving kisses on the insides of your thighs. He'd rather pleasure you for hours than receive.

Hair pulling, he loves feeling your fingers in his hair or he'll tangel his fingers in yours and tug on it when he's getting head or about ready to cum.

Bondeg kink, ropes, his ties, belts, he'll tie you up with anything if your comfortable with it.

definitely a fan of overstimulation, he loves the way that your body twitches and you whimper from his touch.

car sex! All the way. loves to take you in the back of the impala, loving the way the windows fog up and the small area gets loud with the noises you make.

He's a soft/mean Dom, it just depends on his mood. But no matter what he always makes sure your comfortable. He loves to take control in the bed but would never push you.

He would really get off on marking you up. He didn’t think he would, as it wasn’t something he thought too much about but when he did it there was no turning back.

He definitely has a Praise kink too, he loves making you feel loved and appreciated. He love how he can easily make you blush. “your so Beautiful”

“you feel so amazing Sweetheart”

He loves hearing you moan. If you try to hold back or even muffle them when it's unnecessary, he'd put an end to it. “don't hold back, let me hear your voice”

He has big chocking kink, he won't be too rough about but he loves wrapping his fingers around your neck and feeling your pulse when he's ramming into you.

This man is amazing when it comes to aftercare. He knows exactly what you need. After your both cleaned up, he'll pull you to his chest to cuddle.

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The Guest House - Chapter 3

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Series Summary: Dean Winchester is going through a nasty divorce. He doesn't have much left to his name, but what he does have is his house. Leave it to his soon-to-be ex wife to find a way to even ruin that for him. Enter Y/N, who is looking to get away from life for a bit, and stumbles right into the middle of it all.

The Guest House Master List

Word Count: 3,066

A/N: Shoutout to my hubby for helping my break through my writer's block on this chapter 🥰

“Who was that?” Benny asks despite likely knowing the answer. When you’re born and raised somewhere, it’s pretty easy to spot someone out of place. And for Dean to approach an apparent stranger pointed to one person.

“That’s the woman staying in my guest house for the next month.” Dean confirms as he retakes his seat, starting to pick up a fry but throwing back onto his plate as he thinks about your smug smile as you ate your fries in his face.

Benny looks over Dean to where you’re seated at the counter, now enjoying a sandwich as your legs swing underneath you, too short for the stool you’re sitting on. Benny had watched the whole interaction, and when you had turned to Dean a few times, Benny got a good look at your profile.

“She’s cute” Benny notes as he takes a bite of his own meal, washing it down with a gulp of coffee and a grin.

“Don’t even start, Ben.” Dean shoots him a pointed look. Dean had eyes, it wasn’t like he hadn’t noticed that himself, but he was too annoyed to care. “If you think she’s so cute, why don’t you have a go at her?” Dean jabs as he picks up his burger and takes a wide bite, sauce splashing on his cheek.

Benny just chuckles and shakes his head.

“I got enough women in my life.” Between his ex and his daughter, his hands were full. “And I’m not looking to get washed up in your mess.” Dean rolls his eyes.

“Fucking Lisa,” he grumbles before taking another bite. Couldn’t even enjoy his lunch break. It’s like Lisa knew exactly what to do to get under his skin. Which isn’t a surprise.

Back when they were happy, Dean and Lisa knew everything about each other; what they each liked, what they loved, what drove them crazy. It’s why Dean would bring home white chocolate and flowers after Lisa had a rough day at work, or why Lisa would bake a variety of pies in the early days after Dean’s father, John, had passed away, knowing Dean didn’t want to talk about it but it was a way to offer him comfort without being too touchy feely, because Dean hated that when he was younger.

But now, Lisa was weaponizing the information she had, knowing Dean liked his routines and his personal space. She had thoroughly invaded them without even stepping foot in town. Instead she sent this woman, Y/N, to do her dirty work for her.

He drops his burger with a sigh and glances over his shoulder; you’re scrolling through your phone as you take another bite of your sandwich.

He briefly wonders if you’re texting Lisa, the two of you laughing about how now that you’ve taken over his guest house, you’ve also wormed your way into his lunch spot. But Dean knows better. He knows he’s been the aggressor in his run-ins with you. You’re either a great actress or truly were just an innocent pawn in Lisa’s slimy scheme, and Dean’s pretty sure it’s the latter.

It makes him think back to this morning, how you mentioned you were out of work and couldn’t afford to go anywhere else, even if Dean refunded your stay. You’re likely going through some sort of shit if you’re willing to use whatever money you have to get away for a full month.

He sighs through his nose. You had offered a fresh start, and he had brushed past you like an absolute asshole.

He likes to think he wasn’t always like this. Once upon a time he would have happily shook your hand, giving you a big grin in the process hoping to maybe get to know you better, find out what you like to drink and buy you one and then see what would happen next.

But that was youthful innocence then, back when Dean didn’t realize that when you gave your full self to someone, it gave them the power to use it against you one day.

He’s about to consider going back over to you and apologizing, taking you up on your offer, but Billie steps in his path, dropping off a check and a box for his unfinished burger.

Dean blinks hard out of his thoughts and gives Billie a big smile before reaching into his wallet and dropping enough money to cover his meal and tip, adding it on top of Benny’s own pile.

“See you boys again soon.” She gives them a wink before they gather their coats, Benny affixing his cap before zipping up his jacket.

Benny lets Dean lead the way, Dean’s eyes glued to your back as he passes by before he steps back out into the wintery overcast and heads back towards the garage.

After you finished lunch, you continued your stroll down Main Street, restraining yourself to just window shopping during your inaugural visit. You would have four weeks to shop, and you didn’t wait to explore everything the town had to offer on the first day. But now you had a good idea of all the places you would be spending your days for the next month; BILLIES was the only restaurant on main, but there was also a coffee shop, and bar that opened at 2pm. There was a vinyl shop, a bookstore, a few thrift and antique shops, as well as a modern apothecary and a fifties-looking pharmacy. Overall, the town was charming. It’s one of those places that if you were to leave the city, you could envision yourself living here. There was just enough to do to keep you busy and it felt nice to be away from the constant noise and hustle that typically filled your days. You were looking forward to decompressing and maybe even getting to know some of the non-Dean locals while you were here.

Once your in-town exploration was complete, you headed to the nearest grocery store, only five minutes off Main Street. You loaded up on food for the week, toiletries, some basic cleaning supplies to use during your stay, and a few magazines to keep you busy. You also stopped off at the liquor store to grab another bottle of wine as well as a bottle of whiskey for nights you wanted something a little stronger.

You were settled in the living room, dusk overshadowing the forest around you, when you hear the rumble of an engine. You peek through the floor to ceiling window, catching headlights flick off as you hear a door slam.

Honey, I’m home. You smirk to yourself, thinking about a grumpy Dean stomping up the stairs of the front porch.

You meant what you said about a fresh start, but it didn’t mean you couldn’t tease him to yourself. Afterall, he was an asshole, and you didn’t owe him anything at the end of the day. You had gone out of your way to be nice to him and offer an olive branch, and he shoved it back in your face.

Your phone vibrates next to you, and you smile as you see your best friend’s face pop up on the screen.

“Helllooooo.” You answer, your smile growing when you hear her voice.

“Hi!” Sydney chirps. “How’s the getaway?” You snort through your nose.

“Not exactly what I was picturing.” You glance over your shoulder, back to the now-dark driveway.

“Let me guess, the pictures of the cabin are super outdated and it actually sucks.” Sydney speculates.

“I wish.” You roll your eyes and turn back to the muted tv. “Turns out the woman who rented me this place doesn’t even live here anymore.”

“Soooo, you got scammed?”

“Not entirely.” You sigh. “Her husband still lives here – ex husband.” You correct yourself, Dean’s voice ringing in your ears.

“I’m still confused?” You chuckle, picturing Syd’s scrunched face.

“So was I. Turns out the renters are going through quite the bitter divorce. The husband still lives in the main house but sounds like she left. I guess she rented this place out as a way to piss him off or something. That’s why it was so cheap.”

“Shit,” Sydney hisses and you raise your brows, even though she can’t see you.

“Yeah, shit. The guy almost gave me a heart attack my first night. Came storming in with a gun while I was in the hot tub, thought I was trespassing.”

“HE PULLED A GUN ON YOU?” Sydney screeches and you have to move the phone away from your ear.

“He didn’t point it at me or anything, he just had it.” You clarify, knowing that Sydney is about to spiral into worst-case what-ifs.

“Still.”

“Regardless, he hasn’t pulled it out since. But he has been a massive dick.” You recount your run-ins with Dean so far.

“No wonder she left him, sounds like an asshole.” Sydney chimes in after you finish telling her about lunch.

“Yeah, but I don’t think she’s much better. I reached out to get a refund for my stay so I could get out of here and she’s refusing. And also, who does something like this?”

“A bitch and a dick, sound like a perfect match.” Syd quips and you laugh. This is why you loved Sydney. The two of you always kept each other laughing, no matter the situation.

After another twenty minutes, you and Syd say goodbye and you settle in for the night.

Before you know it, your first week is coming to an end. You’ve thoroughly enjoyed sleeping in every day, grabbing coffee in town before deciding which shop to hit. So far you’ve spent most of your time in the bookstore, getting to know the owners, Carrie and Richard Owens. The two have been married over forty years, and this bookshop was their post-retirement dream after working in the city most of their lives. They had been here for almost ten years now and loved every single moment of it, though they missed their children who still lived in the city. Seeing them happy and living their dreams, even in their sixties, gave you hope. There were definitely nights you couldn’t sleep, wondering what you had done and thinking about what you were going to do. Your doubts outweighed your hope at times, but chatting with the Owens left you with a sense of calm and a new book recommendation with each visit.

Now it was Sunday evening. You had cooked dinner and were trying to focus on the local evening news, but you felt antsy. You hadn’t accounted for just how lonely you would be. You would talk to your mom and Syd most days, either calling them or texting during the times they were busy with their lives, but when you found yourself “home,” there was only so much tv and books to keep you company.

You pop yourself off the couch and head to the bedroom, trading your sweats for jeans and throwing on your cutest top. You hadn’t yet visited the local bar, Max’s on Main, and figured it could be the perfect cure to your boredom. You could enjoy a drink or two while being around actual people. And hey, you were single, maybe someone would catch your eye and you could live out a whirlwind vacation romance.

When you get downtown, the street parking is completely full, so you take a few spins down the side streets until you finally find a spot, about three blocks down from the bar. Apparently Sunday evening was popping.

As you step into the bar, you’re surprised at just how busy it is, but then you notice a hockey game on a few of the screens and patrons wearing matching white and blue jerseys.

As your eyes roam the room, you notice a few spots at the bar, which was exactly what you wanted. This wasn’t the first time you were going to a bar when you were lonely. If nothing else, usually the bartenders were friendly enough to chat with you here and there and take an edge off the isolation.

You settle on your stool, unfurling your scarf and zipping off your jacket, letting it rest against the chairback.

A man about your age throws a coaster down in front of you and places his hands on the bar.

“What can I getcha?” He asks as the crowd roars. You peek at one of the screens behind the bar, seeing a team celebrating.

“Any chance you have hot toddies?” The weekend had been freezing, and it was too cold for your usual cocktail. You needed something that would warm you, ideally with a splash of bourbon.

“Sure thing.” He nods and steps away to turn on an eclectic kettle.

You rest against the bartop, a dark wood that runs down the length of the bar. As you look around, you notice the layout is very similar to BILLIES, but flipped. There’s more high top tables, but the booths back along the opposite side of the room. But whereas BILLIES was more updated, this bar looked like it hadn’t been decorated or remodeled in a good fifteen-plus years.

Most of the patrons are men of various ages, almost all of whom are watching the game. There is one table full of women, but they too don the same hockey jerseys and are just as invested as their peers.

“Start a tab?” The bartender returns with your drink, placing it carefully atop your coaster. You reach into your wallet, pull out your card, and hand it to the bartender. You’re not expecting to have more than two drinks since you’re driving, but it was just easier to start a tab versus get a bill for each order.

After the bartender walks away, you wrap your hands around the crystal, humming at the warmth as your shoulders drop. You take in a deep breath, closing your eyes as the sweet aroma of honey and bourbon steams your senses.

“Good drink?” You open your eyes to find a man smiling down at you, and you feel the warmth of your drink spread to your cheeks. He takes the seat next to you, his smile never fading underneath his five-o-clock shadow and a swoosh of blonde hair.

“If it tastes as good as it smells, then I hope so.” You return his grin.

“I’m Nick,” he puts his beer on the counter and raises his hand towards you. You take it, his skin a cool contrast to yours.

“Y/N.” You offer.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” His eyes almost have a twinkle under the bar lights, and his never-fading smile highlights his sharp jawline.

“It’s my first time here.” You relax into your seat. “I’m visiting for the month.”

“Family?” He takes a sip of his beer, and you match his movements with your drink, feeling the bourbon settle soundly in your stomach.

“Renting. I’m from the city, taking a sabbatical.” You keep it vague. No need to spill your life story to a complete stranger in the first minute of meeting him.

“How’s your visit so far?”

Dean pours the last of the beer into his cup, emptying the group’s pitcher. He takes a big gulp, putting back about half the pint before he stands.

“Gonna grab another round. Anyone need anything?” Dean offers the enthralled group as he stands from the table. It wasn’t that he didn’t like hockey, but despite growing up here, the Rangers weren’t his team of choice. He grew up watching the Blues with his dad, and continues to cheer for them to this day, so he doesn’t mind stepping out during a power play to grab another drink. It likely meant there would be no wait at the bar.

He grabs the empty pitcher and carries it with him, resting along the curve of the bar as he flags down Jacob.

“Another pitcher?” Jacob assumes, and Dean hands over the empty container.

As he waits, he taps his fingers against the wood, taking in the crowd when he notices someone at the end of the bar and his shoulders tense.

Nick Olszewski.

Dean went to high school with Nick. Grade A douchebag then and grade A douchebag now. He may have even broken Nick’s nose once senior year.

He’s chatting with someone, definitely a woman.

Poor girl. Dean thinks as Jacob returns with the pitcher, and Dean thanks him.

Dean heads back to the table, dropping the pitcher right in the middle before, for some reason, he takes a glance back towards Nick. And from this angle, he can see exactly the poor girl he’s talking to.

Shit.

It’s Y/N.

Dean turns away, shaking his head.

He should stay out of it. He and Y/N hadn’t crossed paths since their lunch run-in a few days ago, and he had planned to keep it that way.

You’re an adult, and free to chat with whomever you want. Even if he’s a complete dickbag.

But then he thinks back to a few days ago. How he was a total asshole to you, and he had regretted it. He was better than that. This wasn’t the guy he always was.

Maybe this was his chance at redemption.

“You good, brother?” Benny looks up, realizing Dean hasn’t sat back down.

Dean licks his lips and runs a hand down his face.

“I’ll be right back.”

Nick’s hand relaxes easily on your thigh, and you’re leaning into him, your elbow resting on the bar top.

He was telling you a work story; he’s a real estate agent in the area, and how a couple decided to get a divorce in the middle of a showing.

“Wait, so did they actually get divorced, or was it just a heat of the moment thing?” You ask, genuinely curious.

“Oh big time. I reached out a few weeks later to see if they were still interested in the house and the guy told me.”

“Wow,” you take a big sip of your second drink, courtesy of Nick.

You’re about to ask him a follow up question but you’re interrupted.

“Thanks for keeping my seat warm, Nick.” A large hand pats Nick’s shoulder, and you both turn towards your uninvited guest, your eyes widening. “But think it’s time for you to go.”

Oh for fuck’s sake.

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“You’re welcome for saving you.” Dean’s voice has you turning back in your seat. He’s now next to you, literally and figuratively having taken Nick’s spot.

“Saving me?” You sneer. “More like ruining my night.” You grab your drink and take your own big gulp, needing the bourbon to do more than just warm you now.

“Tell me, Dean.” You narrow your eyes at him. “What have I done to you that you just think it’s okay to bother me whenever you want?” Your voice quickens as you feel the liquor settle.

“Because I’ve stayed out of your way, like I promised. I tried to be nice to you. It’s not my fault your ex-wife dragged me into scheme of hers. So if you have a problem, take it up with her!” Your voice raises but is drowned out as the Rangers score another goal, the bar erupting in whoops and cheers as patrons high-five one another.

Dean runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek, nodding his head at your words as you stare him down.

“I was saving you from the biggest asshole in town.” He responds once the bar settles back down, his voice calm and even. You raise your eyebrows.

“Are you sure about that?” You challenge. From where you were sitting, he seemed to be winning that award himself.

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