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my name is k · she/her - 27
putting my emotions and daydreams into stories since 2017
if you can't already tell, I'm very much a Dean girl ❀
The majority of my fics are sam & dean winchester x sister!reader but I occasionally dabble in others once in a while
I started watching supernatural in 2016, I had a lot of catching up to do lol. Personally, I love the earlier seasons more.
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hey just wanted to ask you how you are. don’t feel pressured to write requests I love your work but it’s not as important as rest. take your time :)
Doing wonderful 💗 thank you. I hope all you lovelies are hanging in there and doing well through out the new year. And don’t worry, I keep the pressure to a low. Writing is fun when I have the time! I’d love to hear what you all are into and what you’d prefer to see.
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I wouldn’t say soon, but I would like to tho! I want to plan time to write so I can queue up a few things for you guys. Requests are still welcomed, I appreciate everyone’s interest 🧡
Hii, so first I want to say happy new year, wish you the best!! 💗, and second, I would like to ask if you have any fic in mind to write for the future? Pr if you are out of ideas?
Thanks :) sorry these responses are so late. I have a few requests, but y’know how life is. Been busy, it’s just been tricky to find motivation and ideas. I have some requests I still have to get to but I still love hearing from y’all !! Messages or requests are welcomed ❣️
summary: you have some friends over for a sleepover, sam and dean are over it! lol
Silence had filled the library for a couple of hours now. Today was quite the special day for you. Sam and Dean were letting you have a sleepover... at the bunker. Of course the only reason why they were allowing it was because it was just Claire and Alex. If it were any friends or people from school or sports, it would be a firm NO.
You were of course as excited as ever, you didn't have a lot of chances to have girl time. And the be able to have friends over in the place you called home for once, felt important.
You had been mentally planning out an entire itinerary in your head and sharing ideas in the group chat you had with the girls. It would be such a fun and perfect night. Alex had taken a day off work to give her a longer weekend, and Claire had sacrificed some time away from the new person she'd been seeing. It had been a while since you'd all had time to catch up and hang out.
"Hey guys, what would you think if us three set up bunk in the library tonight. That way Alex could set up her projector and we'd have enough room for movies and xbox of course." you approached your brothers posted up at a table in the library.
They looked up with raised eyebrows and a confused face. "Uhhh, I mean... would you guys be okay with that?" You rephrased based on their emoting reaction.
Dean deflated dramatically slow. He and Sam weren't keen on the idea in the first place, but knew you'd keep going on about it if they would have danced around the idea.
"She doesn't ask for much, Dean... having some people over would be nice, don't you think?" Sam reasoned earlier.
"When is this happening?" Dean checked.
"Later this evening, I'm about to go meet up with them so we can grab food and then we'll be on our way back here together. I can text you when we're on the way, and do you think it would be okay if they parked in the garage- we have enough room. And don't worry about anything going short, I took the liberty of making sure there's enough drinks and snacks in case one of us wants something. That way none of your guys' stuff runs out. And-"
"Okay. Loud and clear hun." Dean cut off your rambling, holding a pinch of his fingers to his temple as if trying to fight off a vicious migraine.
You smiled knowingly. "Sorry. Well, I'll see you guys later."
"Be safe, have fun." Sam waved kindly.
You suppressed your excitement as you skipped to gather your things before heading out.
"Man, I haven't seen her this excited about something since we took her to the aquarium that one year." Sam laughed to himself.
"Dude, I don't think I'm ready to have three screaming girls around here for the next twenty-four hours. I'm beat." Dean breathed out, taking another swig of beer.
The three of them had just finished a case about a day ago. It was a simple hunt, made complicated by the chain of events that occurred. Their brains were all fried. The two were in surprise that you even had any energy left at all.
Two and a half more hours passed after you left. The calming silence was all of a sudden replaced with mixed noises. The three of you pulled your cars in simultaneously, bass from your music rattling your door speakers could be heard through the thick walls of the bunker. As that round of noise quieted. A big burst of the door opening revealed more.
The three of you stumbled down the stairs and flooded into the bunker. You had takeout bags hanging on your elbows alongside your purse. Claire and Alex had their overnight bags which they dropped to the side once they got up to the library.
Your giggling died down a bit once you were met with Sam and Dean's astonished expressions.
"Hey there, you two." You caught up with your breath.
"So what happened to texting us." Sam broke the silence while Dean already began gathering his things off the table.
"Oh! My bad, time got away from us I guess." You gestured.
"Did you- guys have something to drink..." Sam suspected.
"Well, yeah. Possibly a little." Claire chimed in, holding in her laughs. "We weren't planning to but then when we walked in they had this bingo night going on, so we decided to play a few rounds. And THEN-"
"Oh YEAH!" The three of you erupted into giggles. "There was this dude who-"
You each took turns rambling on about a story that had you almost rolling on the floor.
Sam and Dean awkwardly stood between you all, very different moods going on there. "Alright, guess we're kicked out then..." Dean started to make his way toward the den.
"Whaat- you guys can totally stay and hang if you wanna." Alex lightly buzzed offered.
"Oh my god, noooo. They might kill the vibe of girl time, I mean look at them." You pointed your hand in their direction. Sam's head slowly did a double take, looking half hurt half confused.
"I mean, I know you guys are tired. That's what I meant.. But you can share the twenty-four pack we brought home..." You're eyes twinkled with generosity, holding up the variety box of high noons.
Sam's face twisted with disgust. "Those are worse than the beer Dean buys."
Dean whipped around. "No one's asking you to drink it..." He rolled his eyes.
Claire started taking things out of her duffel, setting a blanket on the couch. "Either way, I don't think they'd want to watch chick flicks." she teased.
"I'm out." Dean vanished into the hall.
"We'll leave you to it." Sam gestured a peace and followed Dean.
The camaraderie continued to express as the two men retreated to the den, where they could at least have a space of entertainment for themselves.
"Pfft. Next weekend, we'll have guy time. See how she likes it." Dean joked as he plopped down in his recliner.
"Yeah? She'd probably enjoy that just as much." Sam replied.
Just then they both jumped at a playful scream erupting from one of you three. "HEY! Careful."
"This is gonna be a long night." They both sighed.
are you ok? It’s been a while since you posted just checking on you :)
You are too sweet, appreciate the check in ❤️ yes I’m okay, just trying stabilize a new routine right now. Feels tough to find inspo lately but I’m working on it.
summary: Dean gets in trouble during a hunt, so y/n has to step up to help Sam in his place.
Sam & Dean Winchester x little sister!reader
Growing up, you always looked at your older brother Dean like a superhero. This force of a human that despite having a lot happen to him, let nothing get in his way. He was your rock, your comfort person. With a brother like Dean, no matter what was going on, you always felt like everything would be okay. So when he was captured by a couple of vampires, things were feeling all out of sorts.
Sam sat at a table in the small motel room, bouncing his leg up and down, fighting the urge to pace anxiously. You three were on the road chasing down the leads of the case when it happened. You sat on the edge of one of the motel beds, feeling numb with anger and fear and scared that your next move was unknown. You glanced up at Sam, eyes attempting to hide that fear, but desperately searching for comfort in his. Unfortunately, Sam's mind was all over the place and not in a spot for feeling delicate about the situation.
"Sam?" you carefully asked.
"What." He replied without looking up from his laptop screen.
"How are we gonna get Dean back?" you asked for what felt like the seventeenth time.
"We don't have very many options left. So, you're gonna help me." Sam discussed like it was obvious.
You turned to fully face him now, wide eyed. "Like, go after the nest with you?" You said rather slowly, as if you were trying to understand his plan.
"Yes... like I said, not many options kid." He blankly stated, his expression falling when he saw how worried you looked.
You were 18 now, and had been going on hunts with them more seriously as of lately. It was a new routine for you, getting used to your brothers actually letting you be useful in the action, rather than staying as far away from the danger. But it was one thing doing it with your strong, experienced brothers in front of you. It's another thing having to take Dean's place, and basically rescue him.
"Hey, don't worry it'll be okay." He began, sitting back in his seat to give you his attention.
You inhaled, holding in your breath for a moment like it was the last one you were going to be able to take. "What if I can't do it. And something happens, then it'll be all my fault."
"What do you mean kiddo? I know you can take on this hunt with me, you've been doing well with Dean and I."
"Yeah. Dean and you, meaning I'm only good because I have you two to back me up. I'm not strong enough to be in Dean's place." you shrugged your shoulders as if it should've been obvious to Sam.
Sam deflated at your hesitation."That's not true, I've seen you do-"
"It doesn't matter." You interrupted. "If you're set on me helping, that means Dean is counting on me. I can't screw up."
Sam stood up taking one stride to reach you, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Dean's not just counting on you. He's counting on us. I'll be there along side you the entire time, you have nothing to worry about."
You tried to let Sam's words break the barrier of your worry, but it was still there lingering heavy. "I wouldn't suggest it if I didn't think you were ready." you looked up at him, he gave you a soft smile of hope.
You didn't sleep at all that night, well maybe a little, definitely not enough. If it were Dean here, him and Sam would be charging at that nest like no tomorrow. Sam didn't say anything, but you felt like he was waiting for the next day, knowing you could get a nights rest. You knew what he said, you could handle it. But something in his eyes told you that even he was a bit worried, just didn't want to admit it.
The morning sun broke through the blinds without permission, even though it felt like you just hit the pillow moments ago. You sat up, blinking slow. Of course now you felt the tiredness hit you, thanks to your mind not being able to turn off its thoughts last night.
"Ready kiddo?" Sam broke you out of your trance as you stared at your glass of orange juice later that morning.
"No." You proceeded looking down.
"Remember, we got this. Okay? Let's start getting everything we need, we'll pull up once the sun sets."
"Can we go over the plan one more time?" You looked up at him hesitant, but Sam returned your unsure glance with a solid nod of confidence. "Sure, yeah.. of course."
You sure would've liked a nap to be apart of the plan too, but no. No sleeping until you made sure Dean was safe. The image burning into your subconscious of your brother being strung up, surrounded by a bunch of hungry vamps was enough to keep you awake for the next 24 hours.
Later that evening, the car rumbled to a stop down a gravel path that led to a dead end. An old house on abandoned property stood out obvious that it was the target.
You and Sam looked at each other once he turned the keys out of the ignition.
"You gonna be alright, bug?"
"I'll manage." you gave your best ready look.
Sam tried to hide an uneasy scoff. "Normally, I wouldn't push you to do something like this. I mean, it really is all up to you. But I trust that you're capable of more than you think. And I'll be there to back you up the whole time if you need it."
"Sam..."
"Yeah?"
"Let's go get these bitches."
There was so much tension and adrenaline running through you, that the thoughts crowding your mind almost disappeared as you approach the crumbling structure. You and Sam stood out on the porch, leaning at the half broken door listening for sounds. You were almost relieved that the beginning ended up the way that it did, because it didn't leave room for you to be anxious.
"Okay, on my mark, we-"
Sam took a step sideways, setting off a loud creak from the rotted wood underneath him. The minute the wonky noise erupted, a vamp broke through the door and launched at him. These things were straight to the point, and violent.
Sam wrestled with the one atop him, you knew more were waiting. Not hesitating, you lifted your machete in your stance and began beheading two vamps that ran at you. The instant rush filled your body with an energetic rage. If these things were acting this crazy, it meant they were hungry. Meaning, there was a chance none had tried to feed on Dean yet.
Sam arose and followed in after you as three more went in to attack. You each worked in sync like Dean normally did with Sam. Your focus was sharp and locked in despite the worried daze you'd been in all day.
One. Two. Three more heads rolled to the ground in seconds. You adjusted your tightened grip, unfazed by the ache in your knuckles by this point.
"Hey, you good?" He checked in. You nodded, catching your breath and pointed up toward the staircase. Both of you making your way to eradicate the second level.
Sam lead the way and sliced one in front of you as you watched your back. He ducked into a room across the hall from you to search for Dean, when a vamp took the jump, pinning you against the wall.
It hissed and laid all its weight, restricting your breathing. You could have panicked, but you let the rage lead the way. Instead using your leverage to pull your legs off the ground, scrunching them up and bringing a full force kick to the vamps chest. The impact caused it to fall backward, letting you fall to the ground with it. With it distracted, you reached for your blade and brought it down with one clean swing.
Sam's heavy footsteps came in seconds. "Are you okay?" looking down and seeing that you were in fact.
You wasted no time in looking, and in the next room you both found Dean- strapped to a chair. His slumped head raised up at the noises and you watched the tension leave him once he saw you and Sam.
"Dean, are you okay?" You rushed over.
He looked at you through drained eyes, his skin starting to pale around the dried up cuts. Sam worked on freeing him, as you talked to him and helped him stand.
"Did you really gank all those guys?" Dean asked in disbelief, looking around as you three walked out of the house.
"I double checked, not one left behind." Sam confirmed.
"Wow, y'did good Sammy."
"Oh, wasn't just me. Y/n over here was a powerhouse." Sam exclaimed, gesturing to you.
"Is that so? You really fired away, those things were nasty."
You smirked from underneath Dean's shoulder. "I held my own. No one takes you and gets away with it."
"I like it." He joked despite his weakened state. Dean groaned as he reached the impala, leaning on it with all his weight.
"What're you doing, I can drive." Dean waved as Sam rounded the vehicle.
"Don't be serious, Dean." He huffed. "You're barely standing straight."
You helped Dean ease into the car. Once you sat down in the back, he turned his head as much as he could.
I miss youuuuuu :(, are going to wrote more? I love your storieeees
aw, thank you love. Do not fret! I do have some stories in progress, just going thru a rough patch rn so i'm kinda distracted. Excited to hopefully post soon tho!
summary: sister!reader includes Sam in some of her skincare routines.
pairings: Sam Winchester x sister!reader
word count: 730
a/n: a little fluffy fic to balance off my last two angsty ass fics.
You had always leaned towards the tomboy side compared to other girls, it was kind of written out for you to be, growing up around men. The only girly thing you can remember from childhood was having one single barbie doll that Dean had bought from the dollar store. Other than that, it was always matchbox cars and plastic dinosaurs.
When high school started, you did however become interested in some makeup and skincare. Not just because of the trends, but because it was the one thing that set you apart from your brothers. Everything else that formed your sole being was pretty much tied to Sam and Dean. The way you dressed, your language, your interests...
It felt nice having one enjoyable girly thing. To feel done up and pretty with some makeup during the day, a nice touch on top of your flannel and jeans. And to feel a fresh and clean face at the end of the day.
It was always hilarious seeing your brothers faces if they'd happen to walk into your room in the middle of you doing gua sha. Or to stroll past you in the hall with your skin covered in a blue face mask. There was usually a brief explanation to follow their confusion.
You stood in front of the bathroom mirror applying your pink under eye masks, the rejuvenating ones. You reveled in the satisfaction the cooling sensation gave to your skin. Just then Sam came by and stopped in the doorway, tilting his head.
"Hmm." His brows creased.
"Hmm, what?" You asked, head tilted upwards.
"Why you got eye patches on?" He motioned curiously.
You huffed in amusement. "They're not eye patches, it's under eye masks."
"Isn't that the same thing?" Sam now fell confused.
"No, cus don't eye patches go over your eyes... These are for the skin under your eyes, cus it's thin and sensitive." You clued.
"O...kay, so what do they do."
"...is there something I can help you with?" You wondered as he lingered.
"I came to ask you something, but now I can't remember." He sighed.
"Well, these ones are rejuvenating. I have a whole pack of other ones though. You... wanna try?" You gestured, expecting him to laugh and turn the other cheek.
Sam stood there for a minute contemplating. "Sure." He blurted out, stepping beside you in front of the mirror.
Surprised, you excitedly showed him the range of colors. "Okay, so the gold ones are illuminating, blue are moisturizing, pink is rejuvenating, and green ones are revitalizing. I have yet to try them all, but which ones do you want?" You fanned out the packages.
"Uh, which ones do you think I need...?" Sam's eyes glared at them all.
"I'll give you the gold, you could use a boost to those dark circles." You began to unwrap the foil.
"What-?"
"Hey, you asked for my opinion." You laughed. Sam placed and smoothed the jelly patches onto his skin, looking in the mirror with a flat expression.
"So, this is another one of your beauty regimens, huh?"
You nodded.
"Is this like, the eye equivalent to those patches you put over your nose?"
"Sort of, but those are pore strips so they take stuff off. These do not." You explained as you began dotting moisturizer onto your chin.
"I don't get it." He sighed.
"You don't have to- wait, feel my forehead." You pulled Sam's wrist up.
"What, are you sick?" He turned to face you.
"No, feel the smoothness." You fixed his hand. "Oh- ohh. Pretty soft, yeah."
"And that is why I do it." You smiled.
"Gotcha. Sooo... how long do I have to leave these on for?" Sam pointed to his shiny gold masks.
"15 minutes."
He let out a breath of air, then Dean walked by. Stopping and backing up when he saw two figures in the small powder room.
His face curled in bewilderment when he caught sight of Sam. "What's this?"
"Oh. Illuminating eye masks." He said with a straight face.
Dean raised his eyebrows before walking away. "I shouldn't have asked."
Sam turned around at the sound of you laughing. "C'mon, y/n"
"Whaat? You're honestly pretty cool for doing this." You smiled, peeling your masks off.
Sam smiled to himself. "Jokes on Dean, he won't be achieving an illuminated, glowy look tonight." You both laughed.
summary: Sam and Dean's little sister gets curious and pokes around in their weapons bag, almost firing off a pretty hefty mistake.
word count: 1.6k
The Winchester's little sister was growing up, y/n was now 13 and had been attempting to gain her brothers trust day by day. Always wanting to show them that she was mature, trustworthy enough to be included in their not so secretive job. Y/n had caught on eventually, even if it was by mistake.
Before she was old enough to stay in motels on her own, without worrying Sam or Dean, she'd stay with Bobby most of the time or other hunter friends along the way. The stress of a shifter hunt was getting to the boys one night, explaining the case so far to Bobby, only for y/n to sneak up on them in the hallway. At 9 years old, she overhead it all. At first, being frightened and not wanting anything to do with it. Fast forward to now, the idea of this being apart of her family's life- was setting in. It wasn't as scary as it used to be, and y/n was slowly becoming more interested.
Sam and Dean always feared her interest in hunting would grow, so now that it had, their strict ways leveled up a bit.
Y/n was going on hour 9 of being in the motel room by herself. Boredom becoming increasingly suffocating. Sam told her not to wait up, being that it could be another late hunt. She couldn't help not being able to sleep, some nights she would succumb if she couldn't find anything to occupy herself. Other nights, she'd have to get creative.
After changing the tv channel for the 87th time, she tossed the remote aside, letting her limbs flop onto one of the beds. Y/n raised her head, looking around to then spot something that had been there the whole time- her brothers weapons bag. A navy blue duffel with black handles sat deflated on the floor near the kitchenette. Being that Sam and Dean had only left for a small overnight hunt, they packed light, leaving the majority in the bag.
Y/n fell surprised for a moment, not expecting them to leave it behind. Suddenly hoping they would be okay, not having any backup weapons. But her curiosity began to peak over her worry. She stood up, walking over to the bag to pick it up and place it on the table. She unzipped the nylon and was met with a bunch of things, which all looked to be kind of cool.
She picked up a long machete, with a leather wrapped handle and shiny blade that was on top. Turning it and setting it aside. Y/n continued to pick through the pile, finding a set of brass knuckles, some cases of bullets, a small locked box she couldn't open which annoyed her.
She pulled out a long semi-automatic shotgun, not knowing how to see if it was loaded, she put it to her shoulder and pretended to shoot it.
"Peoww." she titled it up, a slight smirk finding her.
Dean did show her how to load and unload a gun. He briefly showed her how to shoot, but the lesson was short lived, as y/n almost shot herself in the foot when practicing how to load.
Y/n slid the shotgun back into the bag, next picking up a 44 magnum revolver. She liked the sleek barrel and the grippy handle. She turned it around to slide the barrel to the side, seeing it was not loaded she held it up. Pointing the gun at the wall, she pulled the trigger, hearing the click. She smiled, pulling it back.
"I think that one would've been a bullseye." She whispered to herself.
After spinning the barrel a few times, she set it down on the table, and picked up another gun- a desert eagle. She lit up, recognizing the gun as one Dean showed her how to use. Although, she couldn't remember how to release the clip.
Just as she was fidgeting with it, Sam and Dean unlocked the door and strolled in. Surprised to see y/n still up, lights on, sitting at the table with a gun in hand. She didn't have time to react and hide them.
"Shouldn't you be in bed." Dean closed the door behind them, expression shifting when he saw what she had gotten into.
"Y/n, what are you doing?" Sam rushed over in concern. "Give me that-" He reached out to take the gun, y/n pulling her hands back refusing to hand it over.
"Y/n, that's not funny. Hand it over." Sam was serious, not serious to the point where he was mad, just sounded tired.
"No. I know how to use it." Y/n straightened her shoulders, sitting poised.
"Okay, that's great. Let's put the guns away." Sam was a bit fed up, y/n could hear it in his voice.
Dean turned around, done emptying out his pockets. "You shouldn't be playing with these." He started placing items back in the duffel bag.
"I'm not playing, I'm practicing." Y/n corrected.
"No. No, you should not be handling weapons, period- especially when we aren't here." Dean amped up the firm tone in his voice. He tried extending his hand to take the gun this time. Y/n turned away, standing up from the chair.
"Y/n..."
"You should show me how to use the other ones in your collection." She smiled, slightly holding the gun up to the back of the room.
"Y/n, you know we've talked about this. You're not coming hunting with us, you're still young and it's not safe." Sam reminded her.
"I'm not talking about hunting, I know I'm not quite ready yet. I just think Dean should finish teaching me how to shoot."
"Yeah, sure. But that lesson is not happening right now, it's late and you should be in bed." Dean pointed to the bed.
"I am almost 14, I should be able to stay up later, and know how to shoot good, and know about whatever special item is in that locked box."
"You do not need to be handling a grenade." Dean raised his voice in concern.
"There's a grenade in there!?" Y/n gasped excitedly.
"Look, we can talk about all of this in the morning. Now please, give me the gun." Sam stepped closer.
"Why." y/n sassed a little playfully. "This isn't a game, y/n. Now." Sam towered closer.
"Can you at least just show me where the clip release is..." y/n begged, fidgeting with the gun as Sam grabbed the barrel.
"Wait, Sam... c'mon." She strengthened her grip. "Y/n- be careful... You do not want to be tugging on a loaded gu-"
BAM.
Y/n's finger slipped and pulled the trigger, firing a bullet. Barely missing Sam's side, flying behind him and embedding a bullet in the drywall above the baseboard. Some dust crumbled, a puncture now formed in the wallpaper.
Y/n let go and stood back in surprise.
Sam and Dean looked back, at each other, then at y/n.
"Y/n, what the hell!" Dean yelled.
"Y/n, I told you to drop it. These things are not toys!" Sam raised his voice, chest rising and falling from the quick burst of adrenaline.
Y/n could only look forward in shock, eyes wide seeing the small hole busted through the wallpaper. Her confident, sure feeling self quickly diminished and was replaced with sudden fear and guilt.
Her eyebrows folded, eyes starting to well with tears paired with a quivering lip. She breathed in a sharp breath, taking a step back.
Sam's face softened at the frightened girl. "I'm sorry." she took in a breath. "I-I almost shot you." the tears flowed. She hid her face in her hands.
Sam turned around, taking the clip out, handing it and the gun to Dean. He came forward, placing gentle hands on her shoulders to guide her into a hug.
"It's okay." He simply said, lowering his voice. Y/n huddled into him, breathing sharp and quick. He gave her a moment before pulling back.
"You see why these things shouldn't be toyed around with, right?"
y/n nodded, sniffling. "We just want you to be safe, and practice safe, yeah?" Sam raised his brows, earning a relieved small smile up at him. Relief that she didn't shoot her brother, and that her other brother didn't blow up on her.
"As much as I wanna tell you how bad of a move that was, I think- well I hope you learned a lesson." Dean approached, arms crossed.
"Definitely." She lightly spoke.
"K, now get to bed." Dean ordered. Sam patted her shoulder.
"Hey, and uh... maybe if we have some time this week, I'll take you shootin'. Clearly we need to start again." Dean shrugged his shoulders.
Y/n turned around, sitting at the side of the bed. "That'd be great." then pulling the covers over her.
"I'm locking this in the trunk." Dean picked up the duffel.
Sam nodded, walking over to the other bed, taking a seat on the edge. He glanced over his shoulder at a dozing off y/n who was mostly pretending, still shaken over the incident.
Sam thought for a moment, having one of those brotherly moments to himself. He looked over at the bullet sized hole in the wall, huffing to himself. "Sure is my crazy, spunky little sis."
Y/n turned over to her side, opening her eyes. "Sorry again for almost shooting you, Sammy. Kinda scared me."
"Well, it should. Dean's probably more pissed than he's showing, but bet he won't let you forget that one."
"Oh, trust me. I won't forget it either." y/n sighed.
warnings: active shooter/lockdown situation, mentions of death. Nothing graphic.
a/n: writing this was a careful process since this is such a sensitive subject. I hope this issue can come to an end, it needs to. It's truly disheartening to know this happens.
This Tuesday morning in the bunker was ordinary, like no other. Y/n snoozed her alarm, dozing off lightly before Sam came in to wake her up for the second time.
She recoiled at the sudden shiver, cold air hitting her when Sam yanked her blanket off the bed. "C'mon kiddo, you gotta get up. Dean's driving you today." Sam cautioned, earning a frustrated groan from her.
Y/n hated Tuesdays. It was her least favorite day of the week, proceeding Monday but not close enough to Friday. Eventually, dragging her weight out of bed, she got ready for school. She passed by the kitchen, backpack slung over her shoulder on one strap. Sam caught glimpse of y/n, skidding over to the door frame.
"Hey, sorry... I didn't have time to make anything this morning, but here, take this with you." He handed her a pop tart, her favorite flavor- cherry, in hopes of making up for not having breakfast prepared. She flashed back a tired smile. "Thanks."
Sam had always been enthusiastic on school mornings, knowing it wasn't something that was fun for y/n, but lately, it was going good. With the three of them living in the bunker now, it meant y/n didn't have to switch schools anymore. She was able to attend the high school within district distance of the bunker, thirty five minutes away, but it was better than having to leave mid year and start over again somewhere else.
Normally Sam drove due to Dean's lack of willingness to get up early, but was his turn today since Sam was heading out to go interview some folks. Dean had plans to go shop, stock up on some hunting essentials. He pulled up along side the curb at the side entrance of the school.
Y/n crinkled her wrapper and gripped her backpack, turning to get out. "I'll pick you back up here at 3." Dean stared out the front windshield. She turned her head, eyebrows raised. "You?"
"Yeah, if Sam doesn't hurry his ass up."
She laughed a little. "Ok, cool. Bye." she threw a hand up as she walked up the small hill. He smirked, raising a few fingers off the steering wheel before pulling away.
That was the last time he'd see her.
~
It was 11:01 am when Sam's phone rang once. He was in the middle of talking with a local, silencing the buzz without looking. Not even a minute later, another ring. He ignored the notification until he returned to the car, looking to see the two back-to-back missed calls from y/n.
He dialed back, listening to the line ring once before being cut to voicemail. Figuring y/n had called during passing periods and was back in class, he called Dean.
"What." He answered rather fast.
"Hey, did y/n call you at all?"
"Get to the school, now." Dean's voice was low, firm. On the verge of breaking.
"Okay, why-"
"Just get there, Sam!!" Dean yelled through the speaker. "Y/n is in trouble."
~
Dean's phone rang at 11:04 am. He set down some items in his arms, halfway through an aisle at the outdoor supply store.
"Hello?" Expecting a voice to respond on the other end. He was met with silence for a few seconds. "y/n?" Dean was a move away from hanging up, then he heard the heavy breathing. "Y/n." His voice was firm, confused at such an unusual call.
"Dean?" Her voice barely a whisper, almost not able to make out her words. "I... we need help."
"Y/n, what's going on?" He paused, browsing the aisle. His voice serious, but not entering a concerned state yet. It was hard to decipher her tone.
"Someone has a gun.... inside. They're going after people."
Dean's jaw clenched, hearing the concerning break in her voice. "What do you mean? Who's there? Where are you right now?" Dropping everything and fleeing the store. His heart pounding, increasingly faster as the line grew quiet again.
"Y/n?"
"I'm hiding-" more silence followed her quiet voice.
"y/n listen, I'm coming okay.... stay there. I-"
The call then ended, or dropped. Not sure which, Dean felt a pit of worry, puddle more with each passing minute. He questioned calling her back, finally grasping the weight of the situation. It wouldn't be good to call back, risk a ringtone giving away her position. He cursed out loud, pressing his foot heavier into the gas pedal, challenging the impala's engine and pushing it to the limit.
Dean blinked wildly at his phone, glancing up at the windshield intermittently. He attempted drafting up a text with his thumb, angrily tossing the phone aside when he couldn't keep up. Before he knew it, he was at the school. Tires skidding against the asphalt next to the curb. Dean got out frantically, staring up at the same hill he saw y/n step up as she walked to the building this morning, this time swarmed with red and blue emergency vehicle lights.
Dean almost didn't notice Sam rushing across the street, eyes wide at all the commotion. "Hey, hey, I got the text. Where is she?!" he grasped Dean's shoulder.
Dean's head turned on an instant. "What text?!"
"The school sent out an emergency notification. Where is she?" Sam huffed, catching his breath.
"I don't know..." Dean was short with him, storming off towards the police cars and yellow tape.
An officer stepped forward, seeing the towering men approach with purpose. "Please, gentlemen. You need to stay over there outside of this boundary." He pointed in directions they didn't even pay attention to.
"I need to get in there." Dean tried pushing past the man but was already being pushed back, meanwhile another officer noticing the high tension made his way over. "Sir you nee-"
Sam noticed Dean slip a hand into his coat, either to pull out an FBI badge- or something else Sam didn't want escalating the confrontation. He stepped in front of his brother. "We need to know where our sister is. Her name is y/n, uh y/n singer." she was enrolled under Bobby's name ever since Sam and Dean were legally declared dead.
The officers expression fell. "I understand, we'll know where her wearabouts are soon." He spoke over his radio, passing along the message to police inside.
"What do you mean? Have any of you even checked?" Dean raged in frustration, losing his patience by the second.
"We've located the perpetrator, who has been taken into custody, and have several officers sweeping the building." The officer responded.
A pickup of movement in the distance over the officer's shoulder caught the brothers attention, to a bunch of cops escorting groups of students out one of the side doors. Everyone was ushered towards a safe area, the sounds of adults calling out names and commotion among the students who came out in staggered patterns.
Dean picked up his strides again, this time towards the groups of people looking around frantically. "Y/n!....."Y/n!!?" He called out as he reached another yellow tape boundary, being met with another person telling him to stay behind it.
At a loss, he turned to his brother. "Sam?" who returned almost the same worried look. "What do we do..."
"Um, they- they're probably still looking. Lot's of places to check." He tried convincing himself, rather than finding an answer for Dean.
The two stood, pacing, checking all exits in sight almost every minute. It was one of the many times in the boys lives they felt helpless. The first time she fell seriously ill, seeing the disappointment cover her when they had to move again, having to leave her with bobby after getting sucked into the worst hunts, when she got her first period, watching her get yelled at by John during their last conversation, breaking her ankle in the middle of the woods.
This time could never compare.
"She called us. She trusted us, relied on us to save her. I didn't even answer her, and now-" Sam stopped, feeling his throat contract. He struggled with the thought now of not being there for y/n when she was in distress, not being able to tell her it was all going to be okay. He wasn't able to be that person this time where she could pour all of her trust into him, feel safe and protected.
Dean couldn't conjure up a reply. He was too preoccupied in his own head, standing frozen while staring at the scenes playing out in front of him. The two waited almost an hour before law enforcement began going through a roster of students and staff. They stood there, waiting, as students one-by-one found parents or rushed off the grounds. The crowd grew smaller, and smaller, until there was close to no one.
"Hey, is that it? Did you guys happen to find anyone else inside? Is anyone injured that was taken away? I just-" Sam bombarded more people on the scene.
"There were a few injured that have been brought into EMT care, we took names- I'm sorry, but none of those few were your sister, neither matching name or description. I'm afraid anyone else inside has suffered fatal trauma."
Sam and Dean felt their world stop. No, there was no way that could've been the case. Y/n knew how to fight, be strong, there was no way she wasn't okay.
"a-are you sure? There must be so-"
"I am, truly sorry." The man's tone low and sincere. "We will be reaching out to each students emergency contact..." His voice started to blur out of recognition, Dean only able to hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears. Sam heard bits and pieces of 'forensics' and 'county coroner'. He turned around, taking in the busy scene still creating commotion, only to spot a squad car with a shadow of a person in the backseat.
Sam pivoted and started running back to the truck he drove. "Hey! Sam, what do you think you're doing man?" Dean chased after.
"I'm just- gonna go, check out whoever they brought into custody." His head tilted up towards the police vehicle in the distance. A stiff expression furrowing his brows as he tried not to lose it all.
"Sam, no. You're not-"
"I need to do this Dean. I wasn't there for her, when she called me. I saw it, but I ignored it for an interview that was useless anyways."
"Stop that. You couldn't have known." Dean began.
"It's our job to know what's going on, and she was trying to tell me!" Sam felt his sorrow building up into anger.
"Our job right now is to be here, and we are... We need to be here, for y/n." Dean paused, his eyes searching Sam's. Searching for the logical, level headed Sam, who he needed right now in order to stay sane.
Dean lowered his head, taking a moment to think. He felt sick and was doing everything he could to hold it together.
"If she's not coming out here on her own, then we're gonna wait for her. We will be here for when she does."
The sentence sunk in deep. This was the moment when both brothers realized she was really gone.
~
Later that night, Sam and Dean resided back in their rooms. Alone, little energy left to form words, the two of them simultaneously checked on the missed voicemails they'd received throughout the day. Messages from interviewees, law enforcement... they both noticed the one unread text notification, sent to the both of them, in which they opened and read:
"In case I don't get the chance, I love you both. Thank you for sacrificing everything for me, for us, all of it."
The tears flowed freely down Sam's face, he let his phone fall from his grasp. No mind to the rounded corners hitting the smooth cement.
Dean on the other hand paused, seeing his drafted up text underneath y/n's sent one.
Hey, new follower here. Only if you feel ok with it, can you please write a teen sister!reader Winchester fic where the guys get notified that there’s an active shooter at her high school and they get all panicky. And when they later come to pick her up they learn she was one of the people who got killed? Sorry, it’s a dark request. Thanks!
I've been working on this one lately, taking my time to make sure it's written with care & respect <3
summary: The youngest Winchester left the life years ago, cutting contact for safety reasons. Til' one day, her brothers show up out of nowhere, surprised by what they see.
word count: 1.6k
It was Sunday night. y/n was trailing back and forth in the kitchen, meal prepping for the week ahead when the doorbell rang. She paused, froze actually. There were never any visitors...
She reached to turn the stove off momentarily, then made an effort to take small, quiet steps towards the door. She crouch-walked her way to the side window, taking a barely noticeable peek through the window where she saw a very familiar looking car in the driveway.
Now knowing what to expect behind the front door, she stood up abruptly, making her way to whip it open.
"Hey, there y/n/n." greeted the two boys she'd never have trouble forgetting.
"W-what are you doing here?" she questioned. "How did you even find me?"
"Actually, it's okay, you don't have to answer that." she breathed out.
"So, no hi, hello? It's been 6 years y/n/n." Dean sassed with some fake hurt in his voice.
"Hi." She stated plainly. "Um, sorry just, isn't this going against everything- wait. Is something bad happening?"
"Why would you say that?" Dean asked as if he were clueless.
"Cause, the only reason you would technically be here right now is if there was a case." y/n stated the facts.
"Can't we just be stopping by to see our baby sis?" Sam shrugged playing the innocence card with his eyes.
"Hi Sam..."
"Look, can we maybe take this conversation inside?" Dean started getting antsy, looking around at the neighborhood from the porch.
"Of course." y/n sarcastically smiled, opening the door wide to let the two men inside.
Sam and Dean ducked inside and looked around the entry way simultaneously while y/n closed the door.
"I will say, you have no idea how good it is to see you." She broke the act, going to hug the both of them separately. They of course gave in and drew out a much needed reunion.
"Come in, I'm actually in the middle of something, so we can talk while I wrap this up." y/n motioned them to follow her towards the kitchen.
"Wow, so you cook now? Healthy stuff?" Dean was already trying to push her buttons.
"Haha, very funny. Gotta grow up sometime, I guess." she turned back to finish boiling her pot on the stove.
"A-and this is, your house?"
"Yes. Actually we just moved in about 3 months ago."
"Hold up, we?" Dean questioned.
"We, as in my boyfriend and I." y/n said in full confidence. She would've thought twice saying that years back, knowing her brothers (Dean mostly) would have freaked out.
Dean was taken back, so much had changed since the 18 year old high schooler he saw 6 years ago. After receiving a full ride to the University of CU Boulder, y/n decided she wanted to cut all ties to the hunting life and focus on a path of her own. She had never gotten the chance to do that ever in her life, but after talking over the idea with her main guardians- Sam and Dean, she wasn't expecting the downsides to follow.
"No contact, whatsoever. Anything that ties to us outside of this is a risk. So, if this is really what you wanna do, think about that." She remembers Dean's words in her head like it was yesterday. One of the hardest decisions she ever went back and forth to make. Leaving the closest people she knew, leaving the closest thing she had to a family.
But here she was 6 years later.
"Soooo, where is this said boyfriend?" Sam asked, looking around.
"He went out to the store, should be back soon." y/n breathed out, ushering the guys to sit and changed the subject.
"You have no idea, how hard it's been." she got slightly choked up.
"What? What do you mean?" Sam sympathized.
"y'know, to not be able to call you guys and update you on the good stuff. All the life events I've gone through, they have been so nice but sad at the same time. Cause... I haven't had you guys around to share it with."
"Oh, y/n/n. I'm sorry, it's been hard for us too. You've grown so much." Sam couldn't believe it. y/n smiled back, feeling nostalgic.
"but, remember... we warned you that if you chose this..." Dean started.
"I know. I know, and I respect that. It's for the best, but doesn't make it any easier." she gave a slight sarcastic laugh.
"So!" Sam shifted, trying to lighten the mood. "You're uh, out of college? Working?"
"Yeah! Um, I secured a position with the parks conservation team out here. It's been great." she nodded. "School was good to me, had a great time n' all." She continued, rambling off a few memories that had been missed by them.
"And my graduation ceremony was cool too. They uh, popped a few bottles of champagne up on stage and the marching band actually played a Queen song..."
"I know... we were there." Dean spoke up.
y/n looked at him in disbelief. "You were? Why didn't you say anything, o-or come see me?"
"Had to still be safe. But, couldn't miss our little sis walking across the stage." A small smirk found the creases of Dean's lips.
The three continued to reminisce for a bit. Sam and Dean updated y/n on some of the crazy cases she missed, for the better. While y/n went down a short timeline of things they had missed.
It got to a quiet point as y/n finished up her cooking, when she remembered her burning question. "Okay. What's the reason you guys are actually here?" she raised an eyebrow.
The boys went silent for a moment. "C'mon, I can see the lingering tension. Somethings here, isn't it?" she urged.
On queue, her brothers let out an in sync sigh. Dean ran his hands over his face in an attempt to relieve some stress. Sam adjusted his sleeves. They shared the same look at each other, nodding to 'you tell her' 'no, how bout' you tell her' before Sam huffed and looked up at her with a worried expression. This was the last thing he wanted to happen, to go and interrupt the life she had made for herself with some stupid hunting crap.
"There's a chance that you're being looked for... There's some rogue angels that are trying to track down Cas, and they think we have information on his whereabouts. You too." Sam explained.
y/n took a moment to digest the information before speaking. "Shit..."
Just as you were about to ask more, the boyfriend came home. "Hey, who's car is parked out fro-" He stopped in his tracks when he saw his girlfriend accompanied by two large men, that he did not know.
"Um, what is this?" He dared to speak, gulping quietly.
"Miles, these are my brothers- Sam and Dean. They're in town for a while on business, and decided to stop by." Y/n fluidly created a little white lie for the time being.
"Oh, my gosh. You serious? Wow, it's nice to finally meet you both." His demeanor changed as he held his hand out. Sam returned the gesture, so did Dean, except he towered over him a bit.
"Miles, is it?" Dean started.
"Dean-" y/n warned, seeing where his attitude was leading. She knew he couldn't help himself in interrogating the boy a bit.
"Yes sir. And Dean? I'm assuming the one who has great taste in cars from what I've seen in the driveway." Miles charmed.
Dean couldn't help but smirk a bit at the compliment. "Yeah." he blushed.
"I don't see too many impalas around that year. For a '67 it looks like it's in great shape! I've actually been fixing up an old '68 Nova for a collector recently, it's quite the project, but fun." Miles rambled.
"If you can't already tell what his profession is..." y/n chimed in.
"You a mechanic?" Dean asked, curiosity growing.
"You bet. Been learning day by day for the past 7 years." He smiled proudly. "Anyways, it's great to finally see some of y/n's family. Are you both in town for long? Maybe we could sit down for dinner one of these days."
"Oh, we're not sure yet, but yeah, sounds like a plan." Sam says.
"Hey baby, let me finish up here, I'll walk them out and we'll uh... plan something!" Y/n interrupted.
"Ok, sure." He gave a gentle hand to her before departing upstairs for a shower.
"Y'know what, I like him." Dean nodded over dramatically. "Didn't doubt you would." Y/n rolled her eyes playfully.
The brothers continued to discuss their plans. They'd be staying around town until they knew y/n was safe, with frequent check in's of course. "I'm sorry this had to come about, we just want to make sure you're safe." Sam reasoned.
"I understand.... I just. I need, to tell Miles. About what we do." y/n carefully stated.
"No. That's not a good idea." Dean stopped her.
"Please.... Our relationship is one of the most important things to me. He deserves to know, I don't want something to happen and have to explain myself."
"We can't stop her. It's her decision." Sam turned to Dean. "Just, if you do, remind him how much of a risk it is... just to know."
"I get it." she said, lowering her gaze- realizing the weight of the situation and how fast it came down.
"Remember, keep an eye out for anything. We'll see you tomorrow." Dean pointed out.
"Of course." she nodded.
After saying goodbye to her brothers, y/n headed upstairs to Miles. "Hey! How was your day?" he asked cheerfully.
"Good, you?"
"Yeah, almost finished with Kolski's car. Hopefully that'll make him one happy guy." He exclaimed, rubbing a towel vigorously around his wet hair. "Such a surprise that your brothers are in town!"
"Yeah, about them..."
"What. What's the matter?" Miles asked, head titled.
Chubs is good with animals; the brothers wonder why. Here comes a full, warm, and cozy fic where our sweet chubs gets all the barn animal cuddles, veggies, and gentle love she deserves.
A haunting on a rural Nebraska farm. Barn doors slamming shut with no wind. Shadows skittering between the hay bales. Cattle restless and spooked, like they’d seen the devil himself.
Sam, Dean, and Chubs pulled up in Baby, tires crunching gravel as the sun dipped low behind the wheat fields. The air was warm and golden. The barn loomed, red and wide, framed by swaying grass and white-fenced pastures.
But Chubs didn’t care about the case.
Not right away.
The barn smelled like fresh hay and sunshine.
That was Chubs' first thought when she ducked through the big red doors, eyes wide and beaming. Her boots crunched against straw-strewn floorboards, her sweater sleeves pushed up as she nearly tripped over her own feet in excitement.
Because the second she stepped out of the Impala, she heard a soft "Moo."
And there it was—a tiny, floofy Highland cow, brown and shaggy, with a big pink nose and the kindest eyes she’d ever seen.
“DEAN LOOK!!” she squealed, spinning around with windblown hair and flushed cheeks. “MINI. COWS.”
Dean, still nursing a busted lip from last night’s ghost run-in, raised an eyebrow. “What in the—”
“Moo,” came the soft reply, as if one of the fuzzy Highland calves was greeting her directly.
Before either Winchester could protest, Chubs dropped into a crouch and held out her hand like she was meeting a new puppy. The calf—rust-colored and fluffy like a teddy bear—ambled over and nuzzled into her palm. Her entire face lit up.
The barn owner, a sweet elderly woman named Ms. Harlow, smiled as she approached. “Well, aren’t you precious? You like the babies?”
Chubs nodded, already slowly stepping toward the fence. One of the calves trotted up to her, nuzzling her palm without hesitation.
And it was like something clicked.
Every cow on the field began inching closer. Curious, soft, unafraid. Even the horse grazing nearby lifted its head and walked over.
Sam and Dean watched from the sidelines, stunned silent.
Chubs sat in the grass, surrounded by the small herd. One lay beside her. Another let her scratch behind its ears. The horse nosed gently at her shoulder until she giggled and stroked its mane.
“She looks like Snow White,” Sam muttered.
Dean blinked. “She looks like a damn Disney movie.”
Ms. Harlow chuckled. “Animals know a good soul when they see one. They can sense softness. Safety.”
Cas appeared beside them then, trench coat fluttering faintly in the breeze. “She radiates comfort,” he added simply. “She carries light, even when she’s hurting.”
Dean’s jaw clenched at that, the words a punch to the gut.
They hadn’t always made her feel safe. But here? Here she glowed.
---
The case had brought them to the outskirts of a small Nebraska town, where a few local kids swore the barn was haunted. Turns out it was just a mischievous spirit tied to an old pocketwatch. An easy salt-and-burn. Now, while Sam was helping the owner fill out the police report with minimal weirdness, Chubs had wandered into heaven.
And she hadn't stopped smiling since.
“She said she’d never even pet a real cow before,” Dean said, a little stunned, watching as the calf gently headbutted her hip and made her giggle. “Where the hell did she learn to do that?”
Another baby cow came up beside her. Then a third.
By the time the boys blinked again, Chubs was surrounded by fuzzy snouts and sleepy brown eyes, rubbing soft ears and making little “you’re so cuuute” noises that made Dean’s ears go pink.
---
The hunt had been simple enough— Once it was salted and burned, the air lightened.
But Chubs didn’t want to leave yet.
She was elbow-deep in a wicker basket, helping Ms. Harlow harvest cucumbers and tomatoes. Her sleeves were rolled up, cheeks flushed, hair tied back in a messy ponytail.
There was dirt on her nose. And joy in her eyes.
“Dean,” Sam said quietly, watching her from the porch. “She’s happy.”
Dean was quiet. “She’s glowing.”
Chubs looked up at them then, a cucumber in one hand and a mini cow pressed against her hip like a clingy dog. She waved excitedly, smile so wide it made both boys ache.
“She’s gonna cry,” Sam murmured, awestruck.
“I’m gonna cry,” Dean muttered.
“You boys okay over here?”
They turned to see Ms. Harlow—smiling softly as she leaned against the doorframe. “She’s got a gift, that girl.”
Sam nodded slowly. “We, uh. Yeah, we’ve noticed.”
The woman chuckled. “Animals know. They feel things we can’t always explain. She’s got a soft soul. Gentleness like that don’t come easy in this world.”
As if to prove the point, one of the calves flopped right down beside Chubs and nuzzled into her lap. Chubs immediately lay back in the hay, arms wrapped around the fuzzy creature, beaming up at the ceiling like she’d never known a better day.
“I didn’t even know she liked animals this much,” Dean murmured.
“She never had the chance,” Sam replied.
That was the part that stung.
She’d been through so much. Moved from one home to another. Had too many memories of being unwanted, unseen.
And now? She was knee-deep in sunshine, playing with calves and picking tomatoes like she’d been raised on love.
When Chubs finally ran back toward them, cheeks pink and eyes bright, she threw her arms around both their waists in a group hug.
“I wanna live here,” she mumbled into Dean’s jacket.
He huffed a laugh and kissed the top of her head. “We’ll build you a cow farm, baby girl. All yours.”
---
The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of sunshine.
Chubs got to help harvest tomatoes, squealed when a horse licked her hand, and rode a gentle old mare with the grace of someone born for it—even if she kept giggling, “I’m gonna fall, I swear to God—SAM, HOLD THE SADDLE.”
Dean walked beside the horse like a nervous dad at a skating rink, arms hovering in case she slipped.
When they finally got back to the Impala that evening, Chubs was sleepily munching on an apple and had straw in her hair. Her hoodie smelled like cow and her boots were muddy. But her smile?
Radiant.
“Best day ever,” she mumbled around a yawn.
Dean looked over his shoulder as she curled up in the backseat like a cat. “We should buy a damn barn,” he said.
Sam chuckled. “Yeah. With what money?”
“I don’t know. Sell your laptop.”
“Dean—”
“Sell your soul. I don’t care. Look at her.”
Sam looked. Chubs, cheeks pink and lashes fluttering, had one hand curled under her cheek and the other still holding half an apple. Her nose twitched like she was dreaming.
“I’ll admit it,” Sam said softly. “She was made for that kind of peace.”
Dean nodded, voice low. “Someday… she’s gonna have it.”
Sam didn’t ask how. Or when. Or if Dean really believed it.
They just sat for a while. Watching the sun set behind the barn, with their baby sister grinning wide in the backseat, smelling like hay and safety and the warm part of the woods.
---
Dean was halfway through wiping mud off Baby’s backseat when he heard it.
“Baa.”
He froze.
Turned.
Stared.
There, standing with a suspicious amount of innocence in its round, rectangular eyes, was a very small, very determined goat.
Inside. The. Car.
Chubs stood behind it with the most exaggerated smile in the world, her arms awkwardly out like she definitely wasn’t doing anything sneaky.
Dean blinked. “...Is that a goat.”
Chubs didn't blink. “No.”
“Baa,” the goat insisted.
Dean slowly turned to her. “Chubs. Is there a literal goat in my car?”
“Okay first of all—his name is Peaches.”
Sam came jogging around the side of the Impala, saw the scene, and immediately burst into laughter. “No way. You tried to smuggle a goat?!”
Chubs threw her hands in the air. “He followed me! What was I supposed to do, say no?! Look at his face!”
Peaches, sensing a moment of high tension, bleated again and casually began chewing on one of Dean’s seatbelts.
Dean lunged. “HEY! NO! GET OUT! OUT!!”
---
Ten minutes later, Peaches was gently escorted back to the barn with great ceremony (and many bribes), and Chubs was standing beside the Impala, arms crossed, pouting so hard her bottom lip trembled.
“I just wanted a little goat friend,” she muttered.
“You wanted to kidnap livestock,” Dean muttered back, checking his seat for any leftover pellets. “There’s a difference.”
“Don’t worry,” Ms. Harlow chuckled, walking up with something clutched in her hands. “I figured she might try something.”
She handed Chubs a tiny, hand-crocheted Highland cow plushie—round and fuzzy with big little yarn eyes, soft cinnamon “fur,” and stubby legs. It was so perfect it almost squeaked.
“For you,” Ms. Harlow said gently. “Something to take home. That way, you don’t have to commit a felony.”
Chubs’ pout slowly transformed into the biggest grin in the hemisphere.
“Are you kidding me,” Dean muttered. “You’re rewarding her goat-thievery.”
“She didn’t steal him,” Sam teased. “She was just… borrowing him indefinitely.”
The plushie was already hugged to Chubs’ chest like it was holy. She looked up at the barn owner with the roundest eyes known to man. “Thank you so much,” she whispered.
“You’ve got a sweet soul, sugar,” Ms. Harlow said. “But try not to get arrested.”
---
Back on the road, Chubs climbed into the backseat, cow plushie tucked under her chin, smiling dreamily. She looked at peace.
Dean checked his rearview mirror and sighed. “If that cow ends up with a name and a seatbelt, I’m filing for custody of the car.”
“I was thinking of naming her Moo-donna,” Chubs murmured sleepily.
summary: sam & dean haven't seen their younger sister in 6 months, they try to keep her safe from a distance, but she gets taken by demons.
word count: 2.4k
final part to this series! I don't know why, but writing endings to series is always so hard for me. I hope y'all enjoy
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As he revealed his face, you jumped, screaming loudly in fear. "NOO!!"
"Oh, yes." He laughed.
"Get out, get out!!!" You screamed, inching back up against your bed.
Your screams awoke Sam and Dean. It looked like the demon took a step closer but was almost bashed into thin air as your bedroom door flung open. "Y/n! Hey, hey." Sam rushed over, Dean stopped in the doorway, looking around.
“You’re alright, easy. You were just havin’ a bad dream.” Sam shushed you quietly as he hovered over you.
“No! He was h-here… I swear, I saw it.” You trembled.
“Kid, there’s no one here… you know how heavily warded the bunker is. Nothin’s gettin’ in here.” Dean said like he knew it for sure.
You focused your vision behind Sam, looking to the spot where you saw the demon, or at least what you thought you saw. All that was there was the shadow your bedroom door was casting on the wall behind it. “I’m going crazy.” You whispered to yourself fearfully.
“Bug, you’re not going crazy. You went through a lot….”
“You don’t know!” you let out, suddenly recalling the torture the demon had inflicted. An uncomfortable pit formed in your gut, you felt so much rage it made you sick. You were so angry with yourself for letting your guard down at one of the worst moments, looking at where it got you, and almost got your whole family.
Sam's expression changed, he slowed and came to sit at the edge of your bed.
"Sweetheart, what did they do to you back there?" Sam whispered, as if it was a forbidden question. You could feel the images replaying in your mind. The knife, your hand, the kicking, throwing, the little things it whispered in your ear before you almost felt life leave your body. You let out a staggered breath, trying to stop the panic that suddenly flooded your mind.
"Just- how we found you.... did they, do something?" Sam hinted, he didn't want to say it.
You looked down at your swollen, bandaged hand in disappointment. "No." you finally spoke. "No, they just... I think they just wanted to humiliate me. Make me feel weak.... and they won, they were right." You choked. That stuck wall finally came down, allowing tears to find their way out of your waterline.
"Hey, that is anything but true. You are not weak." Sam placed a gentle hand on your shoulder.
"I tried. I tried to fight them off but I couldn't, I just couldn't." You cried.
Sam pulled you into a hug, letting you release what you needed to. "Hey, it's not you, this wasn't your fault. You are anything but weak, you know that?" He cooed.
Dean still stood in the doorway, his exterior preventing him from showing how heartbroken he was. Instead his jaw stayed clenched, letting the rage take refuge in his face. No one was to treat his little sister like that and get away with it, no one.
He couldn't stand to see you this way, and took it upon himself to leave the room, giving himself a break.
Sam looked back at the sudden depart, your gaze followed. "Sorry." you sniffed, collecting yourself.
"What, why?"
"I just- know that Dean gets a little rigid when I get emotional. Maybe you too even... being tough guys n' all."
Sam sighed lightly in slight disbelief. "Nah, you know how Dean can be. He just doesn't show it."
"But you're just as tough too." Sam tried. You just looked at him with a 'really?'
His expression fell. "Look, we're going to make this right. We'll finish the job. I promise." He nodded with a hopeful look in his eyes.
And that's all you needed to fall back into a safe feeling. Your hope was always right there, your brothers. As long as you had each other, you'd be okay.
"Thanks." Your voice came out a whisper.
“Mhm. We won’t let anything happen to you. We’re here now.” Sam stood up, placing a kiss on your head and drawing the covers back up over you.
You willed your eyes closed, desperate to get some un-disrupted sleep.
Sam turned into the hallway, stopped by Dean not too far out who was leaning up against the wall.
The brothers eyes both met. "We are gonna kill this son of a bitch." Dean let out in a gruff tone.
Sam gave a nod of agreement. "You bet. Wait- you should let your arm heal up befo-"
"No need, let's get started."
~
"We shouldn't be gone longer than a week." Dean said as he finished stuffing a bag with hunting gear.
"A week?!" You stood in the doorway, suddenly surprised. You were used to the boys leaving for days, sometimes weeks for hunts that you weren't tagging along on. A week though, hunting down such a vicious demon and you being left alone. What if something happened and they couldn't reach you, what if they didn't come back? The thoughts intruded your mind over and over, like a sick plague.
And you know how safe the bunker is, but the feeling of emptiness after everything that had happened, making you feel unsure, unsafe. You had been clinging to the presence of your brothers lately, and it didn't sound comforting for them to up and leave for so long.
"Yeah. That sound okay?" Sam checked in with you.
"Um, yeah. Could I come with?" Silence followed your question.
Both brothers stopped to stare at you with utter confusion. "Wh- y-you want to come with? Why..." Sam wondered.
You shifted slightly. "I... don't know." You really didn't know. Part of you wanted to go so you wouldn't have to be alone. Otherwise, you hadn't been on a hunt with your brothers in years. The last one being a bit before you left for college. You thought you would have missed going on hunts, but not really. The sudden urge to want to go all of a sudden didn't make sense, to you or to them.
"Well, she's not going." Dean barked.
"Sweetheart, I understand if you're scared-" Sam interjected.
"I'm not scared!" You shot back. "I just, want this to end."
"We get it, we do. But, we can't risk anything happening to you again." Sam came over, resting his large hands on your shoulders. "We'll call you as soon as it's done." He gave you a subtle squeeze before retreating out with Dean.
You stood there, watching them leave with a pit in your chest. It felt terrible, wrong even. You weren't going to let them leave without you, but then you felt the pound of the giant bunker door shut, and your shoulders sank.
Eventually, three days passed, and no sign of anything from Sam or Dean. Neither of them had called or texted, of course, you tried to but received nothing. It was starting to scare the hell out of you, normally they would have to reply- take the time, at least one free second to let you know everything was all good, right? Hearing absolutely nothing had you petrified, to even think they could be at the hands of that demon right now and you were standing here doing nothing.
After nervously pacing, your gaze landed on the worst thing you could have seen in this moment.
The demon blade.
Resting right on the war room table, one of the main weapons your brothers should be equipped with right now. You hoped that they had something else on hand, pentagram carved bullets, an angel blade, damn holy water. Even then, this was a specialty demon, they needed the strongest weapon you could get.
You had enough of waiting around and made up your mind. Swiping the knife into your grip, you hid it in your jeans and started to collect your things to shove into your pockets. It was now up to you.
~
It wasn't easy, but they had found the demon. Sam and Dean thought it would take longer, but underestimated its power and hunger in wanting to find them first. Now they were cornered in a diner which they stopped at for a meal, in attempt to catch up on the trail that was no longer needed. Surrounded by bodies of the civilians and employees in the building who were unconscious or slaughtered by the demon who had entered shortly after the brothers arrived.
"You know what? I'm tired of all this running around just to get you three where I need you. I think it's time we end this now. No more, sugar coating things." The demon slowly approached the boys who scrambled up from the diner booth.
"No, I don't think you understand how this is gonna go." Dean spoke back.
"Oh really?" Its face twisted from hurt, to a devious smirk in seconds as he raised his hand, whipping Dean across the room.
He turned around from watching Dean struggle to stand. "You'll play nice with me, won't you Sammy?" He reached out his hand.
"You need to stop. This never ends well for you bastards, anyways." He reached back, un-pocketing his gun. Firing one, two, three, four, five rounds, imbedding in the vessels chest. He barely stumbled back, straightening himself out and letting out a cocky huff. He puffed his chest out, reverting the bullets back out of his flesh, making the material clink onto the tile floor.
"All that time into carving special bullets... what a cute little do-it-yourself craft, doesn't seem to be as effective as the real thing, huh?" The demon taunted.
"Oh yeah? Good thing we've got the real thing right here." Sam stepped forward, reaching to push the demon backward into the devils trap Dean had drawn out behind them. The demon turned quick, suddenly aware of the trap and jumped out of the way.
Sam and Dean struggled trying to get at it. Being thrown around, getting back up, grabbing a hold of the demon then losing their grip. The fight was tough, slowly growing exhausting. Sam had gotten knocked down hard, Dean was in a chokehold. The upper hand becoming slimmer.
"HEY!"
The sudden voice rang out, your voice. You stood in front of the demon who let your brother Dean free in surprise. He fell to the floor, looking up at you and trying to catch his breath, probably so he could tell you how stupid and dangerous it was to be here.
"Look at that, haha! Wonderful, you're all here." The demons face lit up.
"Y/n! What're you doing!?" Sam mustered up, writhing in pain.
"I'm here to help you guys."
"Isn't that adorable." He turned back to your brothers "Hate to be the bad guy here, but your backup plan, sucks." He chuckled.
You could feel the worried and pissed off glares from your brothers, you widened your eyes at them, resorting to looks as form of communication when none of you could speak out loud.
The demon lifted his hand, pointing it at you, twisting it to hold you in place. You couldn't move your feet, it was as if they were super glued to the floor. You eyed the devils trap behind him.
"You were always my favorite, so I think I'll save you for last. So sorry, you'll have to watch your brothers perish in agony the way they will."
"No you won't."
His eyebrows came together in confusion. "Look." You pointed behind him. You watched his reaction time, utilizing his distraction to take the demon blade that was tucked behind you. Wasting no time, you threw it in one swift motion. It pierced its way into the demons neck, catching it off guard. Dean took the opportunity, using his foot to kick the demons stance from underneath him, causing it to fall back. Sam and Dean worked quickly, dragging it into the devils trap before it could make a move.
The demons neck flickered with a glow as it seized, making some effort to try and fight its death. You joined your brothers in hovering over it. "You talk too much, buddy." Dean reached over, twisting the blade deeper for further measure.
"Too easy." You half joked, causing your brothers to jump attention back onto you, once they made sure the demon was dead.
"Y/n, what the hell! Are you crazy?!" Dean's voice shrilled through the silent diner.
"Are you?! You two forgot the demon knife! And, didn't pick up the phone... I thought you guys could've been dead." You yelled, worried anger filled your voice.
"We had the angel blades with us. We would've been alright." Sam gave you a half-hearted smile. "Still, that was really close. You interfered, and that could've gotten you hurt, or killed."
"That was reckless. We told you we'd take care of it, what was all that crap about, huh?" Dean breathed out all fired up.
..... "I wanted to end it. I wanted to see that thing crash and burn. Get what was coming to it, after everything it did." You frowned.
"And? Do you feel better bout' it?" Dean looked at you.
You looked down. "Sort of, I guess... Hard to when you're being all pissy." You sassed.
"Kid, look... I know how it is, we all do. These sons of bitches cause us hurt, and it gets us stirring. Dean let his authoritative monologue flow. "At the end of the day, these things are monsters. It can get dangerous."
"I know, and I'm aware I've been out of practice for a while."
"A while?"
"A long time... but, I'm still able to help if needed. I was worried, that's all."
"You sure that's all?" Sam asked. His eyebrows raised, hinting at whatever it was you weren't saying.
You breathed out heavily, he got you. "I guess I may have missed hunting with you two, a little more than I thought I did. There, happy?"
"It's fine, y/n. Just, trust us. We've got a handle on it, had to have since you've been out on your own. But, we're sorry for not calling back."
"Right." You half smirked, side hugging Sam. You then turned and looked up at Dean, hoping he'd get over it and fist bump you. His eyes met your hopeful ones, pursing his lips together. "Let's clean this place up, then we'll continue this conversation later."
"Conversation about....?"
"About you returning to hunting or not."
You flashed him a hopeful look of agreement. "Sounds like a plan."
A/N: THE END! Please share thoughts if you have any, and requests are open!
