Can you do 4, 14, and 16 for the drabble thing? Reader age around 25? Thank you!!!!
Yay for the first drabble request! I got a little carried away length wise but I just had so much fun writing it. I hope you like and donât mind the fluffy angst (?) xx
You woke with a start to a shrill scream coming from outside your motel room. Instantly you grabbed your gun from the bedside table and opened the door with caution. You looked around, not seeing anything suspicious. You wanted to believe it was just another dream of yours, but being a hunter you knew this wasnât the case. Gun at the ready, you slowly emerged from your room.
After a bit of looking around with nothing to shoot at, you headed back inside. You rubbed your eyes tiredly as you closed the door, then turned around only to be greeted by a man with an unfamiliar face. You sucked in a breath and pointed your gun at his chest.
âWell hello to you too, Winchester,â he said, a coy smile playing at his lips.
âWho the hell are you?â you spat, looking him up and down. He flashed black eyes and your jaw tightened, quickly stealing a glance back at the door and window that you thought you had salted before you went to bed. The line was broken from opening the door. You cursed at yourself for such an amateur mistake as you turned back to face the demon, and grimaced realizing that the gun in your hands was no use.
âYeah, thanks for letting me in, sweetheart,â he said, and you went flying into the wall. Your gun hit the floor with a thud, and the demonâs hands were around your neck, lifting you up a good couple inches.
âPut me down!â you sputtered out, clawing at his hands trying to pry them away.
âNo problem, all you have to do is tell me where your brothers are,â he stated, tightening his grip. The last you knew Sam and Dean were working a case a couple towns over, but there was no way you were going to tell a demon that.
âBite me,â you coughed at the lack of air. His fingers dug deeper into your throat and black spots dotted your vision.
This was it, you thought, you were going to die protecting your brothers. As your eyes closed and your arms dropped, you heard a pained scream before you collapsed to the floor in a heap. You were gathered up into a pair of strong arms and fingers felt underneath your jaw for a pulse. You managed to open your eyes just enough to make out the concerned face of your brother.
âSammyâŚ?â you mumbled, not quite sure if you were seeing right, knowing he was supposed to be on a hunt with Dean.
He sighed in relief, running his hand over your hair, âOh thank god,â he said mostly to himself. âYeah Y/N, itâs me. Youâre okay, Iâve got you.â Sam picked you up gently and carried you over to the bed, sitting down with you in his lap.
âIâm too big,â you muttered, still a little out of it from the cutoff of oxygen to your brain. Sam looked down at you, confused. âTo be in your lap, Iâm too big,â you explained further.
He chuckled and held you closer, âYou may be 25, but youâre still my little sister, bug.â
âWhy didnât you call me?â you asked, âI thought you and Dean were-â as your other brotherâs name left your lips, you glanced around the room, panic washing over you as you realized he wasnât there.
Sam sensed your worry immediately, âHe just went to go get some food, we finished up the hunt quicker than we thought so he dropped me off to surprise you,â he breathed out a laugh, obviously relieved at his timing, and you did the same.
âLucky for that,â you said and wrapped your arms around your big brother, hugging him close.
