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“Y/N, I believe I have everything you asked for,” Cas said as he placed a shopping bag down on the kitchen counter, “what is it you’re doing?”
“Baking a pie for Dad.” You said, beginning to empty the bag.
“And he can’t know?”
“No, it’s a surprise. It’s Father’s day today and I don’t even think he knows it, but I want to do something for him,” you reached for the weighing scales and mixing bowls.
“That’s kind of you, can I help with anything?”
“Uhm,” you paused to have at think, “actually, could you keep an eye on them and just update me so I know when they’ll be back?”
“And you’re sure you have everything under control at your end?” Cas asked. He then scanned the recipe you had up on your phone.
“Yeah, think so.”
“Alright, I’ll go keep watch.”
You chuckled to yourself as the Angel disappeared, thinking it was funny how serious he sounded about everything. You then put your Dad’s Playlist on and got to work.
Almost two hours later, the apple pie was fresh out of the oven cooling on the side. The smell of warm pastry and baked fruit filled the bunker and, in miraclulous timing, Cas texted you to say they were nearly back.
Your eyes went to the mess of a kitchen counter, sending a little spiral of panic into you as you realised you should probably not ruin their house on the same day. As quick as you’d cleaned in your entire life, you made sure everything was tidied away and, at that exact moment, footsteps sounded.
“It smells amazing in here,” Uncle Sam commented in disbelief. A proud smile made its way to your face as you placed the freshly-cleaned bowl back in the cupboard.
“You made that?” Your Dad looked in shock, his eyes struggling to know whether to focus on you or the pie.
“Happy Father’s Day, Dad!”
“You- It’s…it’s Father’s day?”
You and Uncle Sam laughed, “yeah! I knew you’d have no idea. Look, I know you hate chick-flick moments, but you mean a lot to me and...well, I know you deserve more than just a pie, but-“
“I love it,” your Dad’s smile was wide and he took a step towards you and brought you into a hug, “thank you, baby girl. It’s perfect.”
@bellero
You’re always so supportive ilysm <3
This series means a lot to me and ik it was the right time to end it, but I’m going to miss it so much :,(
Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place after S12 so warning:SPOILERS
A/N: this doesn’t follow a specific episode (although somethings are taken from S13), it’s just a stand-alone chapter I’ve written. This is the final chapter of the Huntress series, thank you all so much for keeping up with the series. I know it’s been a hell of a while since I started it, but I always knew I’d finish it and here we are! Any feedback is hugely appreciated, alongside likes/comments/reblogs. Love you guys x
Part one
Part two
Part three
Part four
Part five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
Part Ten
Part Eleven
Part Twelve
Part Thirteen
Part Fourteen
Part Fifteen
Part Sixteen
Part Seventeen
Part Eighteen
Part Nineteen
Part Twenty
Part Twenty One
Part Twenty Two
Part Twenty Three
Part Twenty Four
6 months later
Uncle Dean had been distant ever since Mary and Cas had sacrificed themselves at the apocalypse world. You were sat at the table, picking at your food while you watched him. He was surrounded by books and had his laptop open on some strange alternate universe theories.
You braved saying something, “hey, Uncle De?”
He didn’t bother looking up, “kinda busy here, kid. Go talk to your Dad.”
It was strange seeing your Uncle so focused as he usually dipped in and out of research, leaving the bulk of it to Dad. But he was desperate. Jack, Lucifer’s son, was a strange addition to the bunker. He was incredibly sweet, but there was something off about him.
You frowned and pushed your plate back, standing up to go and read over Uncle Dean’s shoulder. “do you need any help?”
Uncle Dean didn’t trust Jack, saying that the son of Lucifer was a monster and needed to be dead. Dad had blind faith in him, trusting there was goodness in the boy. You were somewhere in the middle, weary of his presence, but you had to admit he seemed far too innocent to be pure evil.
Uncle Dean dropped the book he had onto the table and sighed loudly, “I said I was busy, okay?”
“You haven’t left this spot in days…” you slumped down into the chair next to him, “I can keep reading if you want to get some sleep?” You figured if he was going to insist on endless research, you might as well try and find a way to get him to sleep. He couldn’t rest until Cas and Mary were back.
“Y/N, please. Just go away.” He had a threatening undertone and his jaw clenched.
“De-”“I said go away!” He shouted, throwing his hands up, “go be useless somewhere else.”
Shocked, you stared at him for a moment with no clue how to respond.
“You think I’m useless?” You asked, hurt.Uncle Dean finally looked up, his eyes harsh and his nostrils flared.
But when his gaze landed on yours he sighed and his expression began to soften, “no.”
“I know what you’re going through, okay? You’re not the only one suffering here. So don’t take it out on me.” You huffed, standing up and leaving the room. He called after you, but you ignored him. You and your Dad had taken it hard too, but you both were dealing with yourselves better than Uncle Dean was.
You made your way to your Dad’s room, knocking before entering. He was sat on his bed, his laptop open on nearby cases and what looked like about 50 other tabs.
“Hey, bug.” He smiled, “you okay?”
You nodded and climbed on the bed, “you finding a case?”
“Yeah, well…maybe. Don’t seem to be many at the moment. So make the most of it, I guess,” He chuckled, but caught your blank face and frowned, “you sure you’re okay?”
“Do you think Uncle De’s gonna be okay?” You asked, looking up at him.
With a tight smile, he nodded slowly, “yeah. He just doesn’t process things easy. Probably just needs to let off some steam.”
“You’re tellin’ me.” You remarked.
“Did he say something to you?”
“Nothin’ awful,” you shrugged, only your Dad’s stern stare told you he wasn’t going to take some vague answer, “I offered to help …and then he told I was useless.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. it’s okay, though. I know he didn’t mean it. I just wish he’d talk to us.” You admitted, looking down at your hands.
Dad sighed, “yeah, me too. You want me to say anything to him?”
“No, no it’s fine.”
“You’re not, though, useless, you know that, right?”
“I am now.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well ever since that weird alternate world, my powers have gone. So I’m pretty useless here.” You chuckled, but your seriousness seeped through.
“Well, I’ve seen you hunt. I’ve seen you put two and two together that no one else could, so I’d say you’re pretty far from useless.”
You breathed out a puff of air, “yeah. I guess.”
“Listen to your Dad, kid. He’s right.” Uncle Dean’s voice sounded. The two of you looked up to where he stood sheepishly in the doorway. In the light, his puffy eyes were more obvious, not to mention the drooped eyelids. He sat down next to you, leaving you between him and your Dad on the bed.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. You’re not useless. You’re damn useful…I know I’ve been pretty hard to deal with lately. It’s just, if there’s a chance that we can get Mom and Cas back,” he looked to his brother, then to you, “then I don’t wanna miss that chance.”
“We won’t. But we also won’t get anything done if we tire ourselves out like this.” Dad said.
“Yeah, you’re right.” Uncle Dean nodded.
“We should just do nothing for the night,” you said absentmindedly, forming an idea in your head, “just watch crap telly and eat crap food.”
Uncle Dean nodded, smiling, “I like the sound of that.”
“Let’s get popcorn. And ice cream.” You said excitedly.
“And beers!” Uncle Dean added, his eyes lighting up. Your Dad laughed at the two of you.You grinned at your Uncle, who put his arm around you and pulled you in for a side hug, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “what would we do without you, kid?”
—- —- —- —- —- —- —– —-
You sat in your room, hearing someone walk past and along the hallway. The second floorboard from your doorway always creaked and the door had a strange crackling sound when it closed. Your wardrobe was covered in photographs of you all and there was a cork-board on the wall for when a hunt needed some serious research.
You thought back to your first time in the room, when it was just a room. When it had been a hotel blue with basic furniture and nothing but a backpack in the corner to suggest the room belonged to anyone. But now the walls held posters of films you grew to love with your Uncle and the shelves were lined with books you’d taken from your Dad’s room.
There was a stuffed animal on your desk that Cas had bought you on your birthday. It only had one eye. On the back of your door hung a jacket Mary had given to you, in the left pocket was a receipt for when you’d gone to the cinema together. One of your hoodies was draped over the wardrobe, ready to grab and go. It was Jack’s favourite, so you let him borrow it sometimes.
You were sat on the floor, flicking through a box of things Mick had managed to get from your old house. It wasn’t much and most of it was notebooks from when you were little, but they made a funny read. About to take a break from badly drawn stick-men, you looked up to see your Dad at the door, studying the array of stuff around you. He was in his running clothes, having just got back.
“What are you doing?” He asked, kneeling down.
“Just looking through the stuff Mick sent me. Apparently I used to draw a lot.” You chuckled to yourself. He picked up a notebook you hadn’t looked through yet and opened it up.
“I can’t even read that.” He chuckled, holding it out to you. The image was of a man, woman and two children, the man wore a cape and was holding the children’s hands. He had a very illegible speech bubble.
“It says ‘I’ll save you.’” you said slowly, tilting the page so you could see it properly. Although, you already knew what it was. You let out a light puff of air.
“What?” Dad’s face flooded with concern.
“When I was a kid, I made up this character… I figured, because I didn’t actually have a Dad, I could make one up. And he could be anything,” you paused, noticing your Dad’s expression, “I figured, he could be this super kind man who always had time to play with me and Max. And he never got angry. And he never made us eat broccoli, your Dad let out a light chuckle, but his expression didn’t change, "and then I found out I was gonna meet you,” you looked up at him, “and I was like shit he’s going to be an actual person and not just someone I could rub out and redraw and make him say what I wanted…” you trailed off to regain your point, “but then I met you. And turns out you were pretty great. So I guess I’m saying thanks for not sucking…and that I think prefer you to this guy.” you tapped the picture, feeling awkward. A moment of silence followed. Dad’s eyes were teary as he smiled at you.
“Really?” He asked, making you chuckle.
“There’s only so much a 2D Dad can do,” you chuckled, “I know it sucks that I didn’t know you until like a year ago. But it was worth the wait.”
“I love you, bug,” He said softly, wrapping his arms around you, “and now I can’t imagine my life without my incredible daugher.”
You hugged him back, smiling against him as your eyes welled up with tears, “I love you too, Dad.”
You felt safe in your fathers arms. You knew you had work to do, people to save, things to hunt; a family business. But it all felt so much easier knowing you’d have your Dad and Uncle De right by your side.
As Sam held his daughter, the guilt he felt for his absence in their childhood washed away in that moment, replaced by the fact that not only was he there, but you were too. And that felt like an irreplaceable comfort. It felt like home.
The End
Masterlist
I do not own these gifs
(Tag list after cut )
Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place after S12 so warning:SPOILERS
A/N: this doesn’t follow a specific episode (although somethings are taken from S13), it’s just a stand-alone chapter I’ve written. This is the final chapter of the Huntress series, thank you all so much for keeping up with the series. I know it’s been a hell of a while since I started it, but I always knew I’d finish it and here we are! Any feedback is hugely appreciated, alongside likes/comments/reblogs. Love you guys x
Part one
Part two
Part three
Part four
Part five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
Part Ten
Part Eleven
Part Twelve
Part Thirteen
Part Fourteen
Part Fifteen
Part Sixteen
Part Seventeen
Part Eighteen
Part Nineteen
Part Twenty
Part Twenty One
Part Twenty Two
Part Twenty Three
Part Twenty Four
6 months later
Uncle Dean had been distant ever since Mary and Cas had sacrificed themselves at the apocalypse world. You were sat at the table, picking at your food while you watched him. He was surrounded by books and had his laptop open on some strange alternate universe theories.
You braved saying something, “hey, Uncle De?”
He didn’t bother looking up, “kinda busy here, kid. Go talk to your Dad.”
It was strange seeing your Uncle so focused as he usually dipped in and out of research, leaving the bulk of it to Dad. But he was desperate. Jack, Lucifer’s son, was a strange addition to the bunker. He was incredibly sweet, but there was something off about him.
You frowned and pushed your plate back, standing up to go and read over Uncle Dean’s shoulder. “do you need any help?”
Uncle Dean didn’t trust Jack, saying that the son of Lucifer was a monster and needed to be dead. Dad had blind faith in him, trusting there was goodness in the boy. You were somewhere in the middle, weary of his presence, but you had to admit he seemed far too innocent to be pure evil.
Uncle Dean dropped the book he had onto the table and sighed loudly, “I said I was busy, okay?”
“You haven’t left this spot in days…” you slumped down into the chair next to him, “I can keep reading if you want to get some sleep?” You figured if he was going to insist on endless research, you might as well try and find a way to get him to sleep. He couldn’t rest until Cas and Mary were back.
“Y/N, please. Just go away.” He had a threatening undertone and his jaw clenched.
“De-”“I said go away!” He shouted, throwing his hands up, “go be useless somewhere else.”
Shocked, you stared at him for a moment with no clue how to respond.
“You think I’m useless?” You asked, hurt.Uncle Dean finally looked up, his eyes harsh and his nostrils flared.
But when his gaze landed on yours he sighed and his expression began to soften, “no.”
“I know what you’re going through, okay? You’re not the only one suffering here. So don’t take it out on me.” You huffed, standing up and leaving the room. He called after you, but you ignored him. You and your Dad had taken it hard too, but you both were dealing with yourselves better than Uncle Dean was.
You made your way to your Dad’s room, knocking before entering. He was sat on his bed, his laptop open on nearby cases and what looked like about 50 other tabs.
“Hey, bug.” He smiled, “you okay?”
You nodded and climbed on the bed, “you finding a case?”
“Yeah, well…maybe. Don’t seem to be many at the moment. So make the most of it, I guess,” He chuckled, but caught your blank face and frowned, “you sure you’re okay?”
“Do you think Uncle De’s gonna be okay?” You asked, looking up at him.
With a tight smile, he nodded slowly, “yeah. He just doesn’t process things easy. Probably just needs to let off some steam.”
“You’re tellin’ me.” You remarked.
“Did he say something to you?”
“Nothin’ awful,” you shrugged, only your Dad’s stern stare told you he wasn’t going to take some vague answer, “I offered to help …and then he told I was useless.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. it’s okay, though. I know he didn’t mean it. I just wish he’d talk to us.” You admitted, looking down at your hands.
Dad sighed, “yeah, me too. You want me to say anything to him?”
“No, no it’s fine.”
“You’re not, though, useless, you know that, right?”
“I am now.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well ever since that weird alternate world, my powers have gone. So I’m pretty useless here.” You chuckled, but your seriousness seeped through.
“Well, I’ve seen you hunt. I’ve seen you put two and two together that no one else could, so I’d say you’re pretty far from useless.”
You breathed out a puff of air, “yeah. I guess.”
“Listen to your Dad, kid. He’s right.” Uncle Dean’s voice sounded. The two of you looked up to where he stood sheepishly in the doorway. In the light, his puffy eyes were more obvious, not to mention the drooped eyelids. He sat down next to you, leaving you between him and your Dad on the bed.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. You’re not useless. You’re damn useful…I know I’ve been pretty hard to deal with lately. It’s just, if there’s a chance that we can get Mom and Cas back,” he looked to his brother, then to you, “then I don’t wanna miss that chance.”
“We won’t. But we also won’t get anything done if we tire ourselves out like this.” Dad said.
“Yeah, you’re right.” Uncle Dean nodded.
“We should just do nothing for the night,” you said absentmindedly, forming an idea in your head, “just watch crap telly and eat crap food.”
Uncle Dean nodded, smiling, “I like the sound of that.”
“Let’s get popcorn. And ice cream.” You said excitedly.
“And beers!” Uncle Dean added, his eyes lighting up. Your Dad laughed at the two of you.You grinned at your Uncle, who put his arm around you and pulled you in for a side hug, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “what would we do without you, kid?”
—- —- —- —- —- —- —– —-
You sat in your room, hearing someone walk past and along the hallway. The second floorboard from your doorway always creaked and the door had a strange crackling sound when it closed. Your wardrobe was covered in photographs of you all and there was a cork-board on the wall for when a hunt needed some serious research.
You thought back to your first time in the room, when it was just a room. When it had been a hotel blue with basic furniture and nothing but a backpack in the corner to suggest the room belonged to anyone. But now the walls held posters of films you grew to love with your Uncle and the shelves were lined with books you’d taken from your Dad’s room.
There was a stuffed animal on your desk that Cas had bought you on your birthday. It only had one eye. On the back of your door hung a jacket Mary had given to you, in the left pocket was a receipt for when you’d gone to the cinema together. One of your hoodies was draped over the wardrobe, ready to grab and go. It was Jack’s favourite, so you let him borrow it sometimes.
You were sat on the floor, flicking through a box of things Mick had managed to get from your old house. It wasn’t much and most of it was notebooks from when you were little, but they made a funny read. About to take a break from badly drawn stick-men, you looked up to see your Dad at the door, studying the array of stuff around you. He was in his running clothes, having just got back.
“What are you doing?” He asked, kneeling down.
“Just looking through the stuff Mick sent me. Apparently I used to draw a lot.” You chuckled to yourself. He picked up a notebook you hadn’t looked through yet and opened it up.
“I can’t even read that.” He chuckled, holding it out to you. The image was of a man, woman and two children, the man wore a cape and was holding the children’s hands. He had a very illegible speech bubble.
“It says ‘I’ll save you.’” you said slowly, tilting the page so you could see it properly. Although, you already knew what it was. You let out a light puff of air.
“What?” Dad’s face flooded with concern.
“When I was a kid, I made up this character… I figured, because I didn’t actually have a Dad, I could make one up. And he could be anything,” you paused, noticing your Dad’s expression, “I figured, he could be this super kind man who always had time to play with me and Max. And he never got angry. And he never made us eat broccoli, your Dad let out a light chuckle, but his expression didn’t change, "and then I found out I was gonna meet you,” you looked up at him, “and I was like shit he’s going to be an actual person and not just someone I could rub out and redraw and make him say what I wanted…” you trailed off to regain your point, “but then I met you. And turns out you were pretty great. So I guess I’m saying thanks for not sucking…and that I think prefer you to this guy.” you tapped the picture, feeling awkward. A moment of silence followed. Dad’s eyes were teary as he smiled at you.
“Really?” He asked, making you chuckle.
“There’s only so much a 2D Dad can do,” you chuckled, “I know it sucks that I didn’t know you until like a year ago. But it was worth the wait.”
“I love you, bug,” He said softly, wrapping his arms around you, “and now I can’t imagine my life without my incredible daugher.”
You hugged him back, smiling against him as your eyes welled up with tears, “I love you too, Dad.”
You felt safe in your fathers arms. You knew you had work to do, people to save, things to hunt; a family business. But it all felt so much easier knowing you’d have your Dad and Uncle De right by your side.
As Sam held his daughter, the guilt he felt for his absence in their childhood washed away in that moment, replaced by the fact that not only was he there, but you were too. And that felt like an irreplaceable comfort. It felt like home.
The End
Masterlist
I do not own these gifs
(Tag list after cut )
Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place after S12 so warning:SPOILERS
A/N: this doesn’t follow a specific episode (although somethings are taken from S13), it’s just a stand-alone chapter I’ve written. This is the final chapter of the Huntress series, thank you all so much for keeping up with the series. I know it’s been a hell of a while since I started it, but I always knew I’d finish it and here we are! Any feedback is hugely appreciated, alongside likes/comments/reblogs. Love you guys x
Part one
Part two
Part three
Part four
Part five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
Part Ten
Part Eleven
Part Twelve
Part Thirteen
Part Fourteen
Part Fifteen
Part Sixteen
Part Seventeen
Part Eighteen
Part Nineteen
Part Twenty
Part Twenty One
Part Twenty Two
Part Twenty Three
Part Twenty Four
6 months later
Uncle Dean had been distant ever since Mary and Cas had sacrificed themselves at the apocalypse world. You were sat at the table, picking at your food while you watched him. He was surrounded by books and had his laptop open on some strange alternate universe theories.
You braved saying something, “hey, Uncle De?”
He didn’t bother looking up, “kinda busy here, kid. Go talk to your Dad.”
It was strange seeing your Uncle so focused as he usually dipped in and out of research, leaving the bulk of it to Dad. But he was desperate. Jack, Lucifer’s son, was a strange addition to the bunker. He was incredibly sweet, but there was something off about him.
You frowned and pushed your plate back, standing up to go and read over Uncle Dean’s shoulder. “do you need any help?”
Uncle Dean didn’t trust Jack, saying that the son of Lucifer was a monster and needed to be dead. Dad had blind faith in him, trusting there was goodness in the boy. You were somewhere in the middle, weary of his presence, but you had to admit he seemed far too innocent to be pure evil.
Uncle Dean dropped the book he had onto the table and sighed loudly, “I said I was busy, okay?”
“You haven’t left this spot in days…” you slumped down into the chair next to him, “I can keep reading if you want to get some sleep?” You figured if he was going to insist on endless research, you might as well try and find a way to get him to sleep. He couldn’t rest until Cas and Mary were back.
“Y/N, please. Just go away.” He had a threatening undertone and his jaw clenched.
“De-”“I said go away!” He shouted, throwing his hands up, “go be useless somewhere else.”
Shocked, you stared at him for a moment with no clue how to respond.
“You think I’m useless?” You asked, hurt.Uncle Dean finally looked up, his eyes harsh and his nostrils flared.
But when his gaze landed on yours he sighed and his expression began to soften, “no.”
“I know what you’re going through, okay? You’re not the only one suffering here. So don’t take it out on me.” You huffed, standing up and leaving the room. He called after you, but you ignored him. You and your Dad had taken it hard too, but you both were dealing with yourselves better than Uncle Dean was.
You made your way to your Dad’s room, knocking before entering. He was sat on his bed, his laptop open on nearby cases and what looked like about 50 other tabs.
“Hey, bug.” He smiled, “you okay?”
You nodded and climbed on the bed, “you finding a case?”
“Yeah, well…maybe. Don’t seem to be many at the moment. So make the most of it, I guess,” He chuckled, but caught your blank face and frowned, “you sure you’re okay?”
“Do you think Uncle De’s gonna be okay?” You asked, looking up at him.
With a tight smile, he nodded slowly, “yeah. He just doesn’t process things easy. Probably just needs to let off some steam.”
“You’re tellin’ me.” You remarked.
“Did he say something to you?”
“Nothin’ awful,” you shrugged, only your Dad’s stern stare told you he wasn’t going to take some vague answer, “I offered to help …and then he told I was useless.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. it’s okay, though. I know he didn’t mean it. I just wish he’d talk to us.” You admitted, looking down at your hands.
Dad sighed, “yeah, me too. You want me to say anything to him?”
“No, no it’s fine.”
“You’re not, though, useless, you know that, right?”
“I am now.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well ever since that weird alternate world, my powers have gone. So I’m pretty useless here.” You chuckled, but your seriousness seeped through.
“Well, I’ve seen you hunt. I’ve seen you put two and two together that no one else could, so I’d say you’re pretty far from useless.”
You breathed out a puff of air, “yeah. I guess.”
“Listen to your Dad, kid. He’s right.” Uncle Dean’s voice sounded. The two of you looked up to where he stood sheepishly in the doorway. In the light, his puffy eyes were more obvious, not to mention the drooped eyelids. He sat down next to you, leaving you between him and your Dad on the bed.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. You’re not useless. You’re damn useful…I know I’ve been pretty hard to deal with lately. It’s just, if there’s a chance that we can get Mom and Cas back,” he looked to his brother, then to you, “then I don’t wanna miss that chance.”
“We won’t. But we also won’t get anything done if we tire ourselves out like this.” Dad said.
“Yeah, you’re right.” Uncle Dean nodded.
“We should just do nothing for the night,” you said absentmindedly, forming an idea in your head, “just watch crap telly and eat crap food.”
Uncle Dean nodded, smiling, “I like the sound of that.”
“Let’s get popcorn. And ice cream.” You said excitedly.
“And beers!” Uncle Dean added, his eyes lighting up. Your Dad laughed at the two of you.You grinned at your Uncle, who put his arm around you and pulled you in for a side hug, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “what would we do without you, kid?”
—- —- —- —- —- —- —– —-
You sat in your room, hearing someone walk past and along the hallway. The second floorboard from your doorway always creaked and the door had a strange crackling sound when it closed. Your wardrobe was covered in photographs of you all and there was a cork-board on the wall for when a hunt needed some serious research.
You thought back to your first time in the room, when it was just a room. When it had been a hotel blue with basic furniture and nothing but a backpack in the corner to suggest the room belonged to anyone. But now the walls held posters of films you grew to love with your Uncle and the shelves were lined with books you’d taken from your Dad’s room.
There was a stuffed animal on your desk that Cas had bought you on your birthday. It only had one eye. On the back of your door hung a jacket Mary had given to you, in the left pocket was a receipt for when you’d gone to the cinema together. One of your hoodies was draped over the wardrobe, ready to grab and go. It was Jack’s favourite, so you let him borrow it sometimes.
You were sat on the floor, flicking through a box of things Mick had managed to get from your old house. It wasn’t much and most of it was notebooks from when you were little, but they made a funny read. About to take a break from badly drawn stick-men, you looked up to see your Dad at the door, studying the array of stuff around you. He was in his running clothes, having just got back.
“What are you doing?” He asked, kneeling down.
“Just looking through the stuff Mick sent me. Apparently I used to draw a lot.” You chuckled to yourself. He picked up a notebook you hadn’t looked through yet and opened it up.
“I can’t even read that.” He chuckled, holding it out to you. The image was of a man, woman and two children, the man wore a cape and was holding the children’s hands. He had a very illegible speech bubble.
“It says ‘I’ll save you.’” you said slowly, tilting the page so you could see it properly. Although, you already knew what it was. You let out a light puff of air.
“What?” Dad’s face flooded with concern.
“When I was a kid, I made up this character… I figured, because I didn’t actually have a Dad, I could make one up. And he could be anything,” you paused, noticing your Dad’s expression, “I figured, he could be this super kind man who always had time to play with me and Max. And he never got angry. And he never made us eat broccoli, your Dad let out a light chuckle, but his expression didn’t change, "and then I found out I was gonna meet you,” you looked up at him, “and I was like shit he’s going to be an actual person and not just someone I could rub out and redraw and make him say what I wanted…” you trailed off to regain your point, “but then I met you. And turns out you were pretty great. So I guess I’m saying thanks for not sucking…and that I think prefer you to this guy.” you tapped the picture, feeling awkward. A moment of silence followed. Dad’s eyes were teary as he smiled at you.
“Really?” He asked, making you chuckle.
“There’s only so much a 2D Dad can do,” you chuckled, “I know it sucks that I didn’t know you until like a year ago. But it was worth the wait.”
“I love you, bug,” He said softly, wrapping his arms around you, “and now I can’t imagine my life without my incredible daugher.”
You hugged him back, smiling against him as your eyes welled up with tears, “I love you too, Dad.”
You felt safe in your fathers arms. You knew you had work to do, people to save, things to hunt; a family business. But it all felt so much easier knowing you’d have your Dad and Uncle De right by your side.
As Sam held his daughter, the guilt he felt for his absence in their childhood washed away in that moment, replaced by the fact that not only was he there, but you were too. And that felt like an irreplaceable comfort. It felt like home.
The End
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Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place after S12 so warning:SPOILERS
A/N: this doesn’t follow a specific episode (although somethings are taken from S13), it’s just a stand-alone chapter I’ve written. This is the final chapter of the Huntress series, thank you all so much for keeping up with the series. I know it’s been a hell of a while since I started it, but I always knew I’d finish it and here we are! Any feedback is hugely appreciated, alongside likes/comments/reblogs. Love you guys x
Part one
Part two
Part three
Part four
Part five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
Part Ten
Part Eleven
Part Twelve
Part Thirteen
Part Fourteen
Part Fifteen
Part Sixteen
Part Seventeen
Part Eighteen
Part Nineteen
Part Twenty
Part Twenty One
Part Twenty Two
Part Twenty Three
Part Twenty Four
6 months later
Uncle Dean had been distant ever since Mary and Cas had sacrificed themselves at the apocalypse world. You were sat at the table, picking at your food while you watched him. He was surrounded by books and had his laptop open on some strange alternate universe theories.
You braved saying something, "hey, Uncle De?"
He didn't bother looking up, "kinda busy here, kid. Go talk to your Dad."
It was strange seeing your Uncle so focused as he usually dipped in and out of research, leaving the bulk of it to Dad. But he was desperate. Jack, Lucifer's son, was a strange addition to the bunker. He was incredibly sweet, but there was something off about him.
You frowned and pushed your plate back, standing up to go and read over Uncle Dean's shoulder. "do you need any help?"
Uncle Dean didn't trust Jack, saying that the son of Lucifer was a monster and needed to be dead. Dad had blind faith in him, trusting there was goodness in the boy. You were somewhere in the middle, weary of his presence, but you had to admit he seemed far too innocent to be pure evil.
Uncle Dean dropped the book he had onto the table and sighed loudly, "I said I was busy, okay?"
"You haven't left this spot in days..." you slumped down into the chair next to him, "I can keep reading if you want to get some sleep?" You figured if he was going to insist on endless research, you might as well try and find a way to get him to sleep. He couldn't rest until Cas and Mary were back.
"Y/N, please. Just go away." He had a threatening undertone and his jaw clenched.
"De-""I said go away!" He shouted, throwing his hands up, "go be useless somewhere else."
Shocked, you stared at him for a moment with no clue how to respond.
"You think I'm useless?" You asked, hurt.Uncle Dean finally looked up, his eyes harsh and his nostrils flared.
But when his gaze landed on yours he sighed and his expression began to soften, "no."
"I know what you're going through, okay? You're not the only one suffering here. So don't take it out on me." You huffed, standing up and leaving the room. He called after you, but you ignored him. You and your Dad had taken it hard too, but you both were dealing with yourselves better than Uncle Dean was.
You made your way to your Dad's room, knocking before entering. He was sat on his bed, his laptop open on nearby cases and what looked like about 50 other tabs.
"Hey, bug." He smiled, "you okay?"
You nodded and climbed on the bed, "you finding a case?"
"Yeah, well...maybe. Don’t seem to be many at the moment. So make the most of it, I guess," He chuckled, but caught your blank face and frowned, "you sure you're okay?"
"Do you think Uncle De's gonna be okay?" You asked, looking up at him.
With a tight smile, he nodded slowly, "yeah. He just doesn't process things easy. Probably just needs to let off some steam."
"You're tellin' me." You remarked.
"Did he say something to you?"
"Nothin' awful," you shrugged, only your Dad's stern stare told you he wasn't going to take some vague answer, "I offered to help ...and then he told I was useless."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. it's okay, though. I know he didn't mean it. I just wish he'd talk to us." You admitted, looking down at your hands.
Dad sighed, "yeah, me too. You want me to say anything to him?"
"No, no it's fine."
"You're not, though, useless, you know that, right?"
"I am now."
"What do you mean?"
"Well ever since that weird alternate world, my powers have gone. So I'm pretty useless here." You chuckled, but your seriousness seeped through.
"Well, I've seen you hunt. I've seen you put two and two together that no one else could, so I'd say you're pretty far from useless."
You breathed out a puff of air, "yeah. I guess."
"Listen to your Dad, kid. He's right." Uncle Dean's voice sounded. The two of you looked up to where he stood sheepishly in the doorway. In the light, his puffy eyes were more obvious, not to mention the drooped eyelids. He sat down next to you, leaving you between him and your Dad on the bed.
"I'm sorry, Y/N. You're not useless. You're damn useful...I know I've been pretty hard to deal with lately. It's just, if there's a chance that we can get Mom and Cas back," he looked to his brother, then to you, "then I don't wanna miss that chance."
"We won't. But we also won't get anything done if we tire ourselves out like this." Dad said.
"Yeah, you're right." Uncle Dean nodded.
"We should just do nothing for the night," you said absentmindedly, forming an idea in your head, "just watch crap telly and eat crap food."
Uncle Dean nodded, smiling, "I like the sound of that."
"Let's get popcorn. And ice cream." You said excitedly.
"And beers!" Uncle Dean added, his eyes lighting up. Your Dad laughed at the two of you.You grinned at your Uncle, who put his arm around you and pulled you in for a side hug, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, "what would we do without you, kid?"
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You sat in your room, hearing someone walk past and along the hallway. The second floorboard from your doorway always creaked and the door had a strange crackling sound when it closed. Your wardrobe was covered in photographs of you all and there was a cork-board on the wall for when a hunt needed some serious research.
You thought back to your first time in the room, when it was just a room. When it had been a hotel blue with basic furniture and nothing but a backpack in the corner to suggest the room belonged to anyone. But now the walls held posters of films you grew to love with your Uncle and the shelves were lined with books you'd taken from your Dad's room.
There was a stuffed animal on your desk that Cas had bought you on your birthday. It only had one eye. On the back of your door hung a jacket Mary had given to you, in the left pocket was a receipt for when you'd gone to the cinema together. One of your hoodies was draped over the wardrobe, ready to grab and go. It was Jack's favourite, so you let him borrow it sometimes.
You were sat on the floor, flicking through a box of things Mick had managed to get from your old house. It wasn't much and most of it was notebooks from when you were little, but they made a funny read. About to take a break from badly drawn stick-men, you looked up to see your Dad at the door, studying the array of stuff around you. He was in his running clothes, having just got back.
"What are you doing?" He asked, kneeling down.
"Just looking through the stuff Mick sent me. Apparently I used to draw a lot." You chuckled to yourself. He picked up a notebook you hadn't looked through yet and opened it up.
"I can't even read that." He chuckled, holding it out to you. The image was of a man, woman and two children, the man wore a cape and was holding the children's hands. He had a very illegible speech bubble.
"It says 'I'll save you.'" you said slowly, tilting the page so you could see it properly. Although, you already knew what it was. You let out a light puff of air.
"What?" Dad's face flooded with concern.
"When I was a kid, I made up this character... I figured, because I didn't actually have a Dad, I could make one up. And he could be anything," you paused, noticing your Dad's expression, "I figured, he could be this super kind man who always had time to play with me and Max. And he never got angry. And he never made us eat broccoli, your Dad let out a light chuckle, but his expression didn't change, "and then I found out I was gonna meet you," you looked up at him, "and I was like shit he's going to be an actual person and not just someone I could rub out and redraw and make him say what I wanted..." you trailed off to regain your point, "but then I met you. And turns out you were pretty great. So I guess I'm saying thanks for not sucking...and that I think prefer you to this guy." you tapped the picture, feeling awkward. A moment of silence followed. Dad's eyes were teary as he smiled at you.
“Really?” He asked, making you chuckle.
“There’s only so much a 2D Dad can do,” you chuckled, “I know it sucks that I didn’t know you until like a year ago. But it was worth the wait.”
"I love you, bug," He said softly, wrapping his arms around you, “and now I can’t imagine my life without my incredible daugher.”
You hugged him back, smiling against him as your eyes welled up with tears, "I love you too, Dad."
You felt safe in your fathers arms. You knew you had work to do, people to save, things to hunt; a family business. But it all felt so much easier knowing you’d have your Dad and Uncle De right by your side.
As Sam held his daughter, the guilt he felt for his absence in their childhood washed away in that moment, replaced by the fact that not only was he there, but you were too. And that felt like an irreplaceable comfort. It felt like home.
The End
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You’d barely known your father, John, as a child. You were the youngest of the Winchester siblings and so you never really got to see your Dad as a parent, just someone who tought you to hunt. You loved your Dad, but not in the same way you loved your brothers, especially Dean. Dean practically raised you and Sam.
Even though you were older now, there were still those moments where Dean would make you some food, or patch you up after a particularly rough hunt, and you’d it would feel like you and Sam were under 10 years old, both scrambling about in the motel rooms while Dean made sure you were both okay…or chasing you around to get you to sit still.
This hunt was pretty easy, just a regular salt and burn, but it was freezing out and so you’d come back shivering with numb fingers. You’d immediately curled up on the sofa to try and get warm by the fire, not to mention how exhausted you were from all the non-stop hunts lately. Dean draped a blanket over you, ruffling your hair.
“You know what’ll warm you up? Some soup.” He chuckled, turning to head off to the kitchen to heat some up for you.
“Thanks, Dad.” You sleepily mumbled, taking a moment to realise what you’d said. Your eyes went wide as you sunk into the chair, pulling the blanket up over your face and peering over the top.
“Did-” Dean stuttered, turning back around to see your awkward eyes looking up him, “did you just call me Dad?”
“No!” you sunk lower and sighed, “yeah. Okay. But I didn’t mean to. Sorry, I don’t know where that came from it just kinda happened…”
Dean’s shoudlers relaxed with empathy then he sat down next to you, tugging the blanket down and away from your face.
“Is that how you see me?” he asked.
“I guess…” you admitted, “I don’t know. You did kinda raise me and Sammy…”
“What about Dad?”
You shot your brother a look and he nodded in understanding.
“Sorry…I guess I just see you as more of a father figure.” you huffed.
“Hey, no. It’s okay, kiddo,” Dean hugged you into his side and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, “someone had to look out for you and Sammy, right?”
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Request:
Hi lovely! Please may I request a fic where y/n is Dean’s little sister, they’re really close and he practically raised her. One day she accidentally calls him dad and he thinks she’s calling him that because she’s comparing him to their dad who was never there for her, when really she just said it by pure accident because thats how she sees him. Super fluffy, cuddly ending? I’m sorry that was so lengthy, I hope that request made sense!
Okay this idea is dead cute I loved writing it hehe.
You’d barely known your father, John, as a child. You were the youngest of the Winchester siblings and so you never really got to see your Dad as a parent, just someone who tought you to hunt. You loved your Dad, but not in the same way you loved your brothers, especially Dean. Dean practically raised you and Sam.
Even though you were older now, there were still those moments where Dean would make you some food, or patch you up after a particularly rough hunt, and you’d it would feel like you and Sam were under 10 years old, both scrambling about in the motel rooms while Dean made sure you were both okay…or chasing you around to get you to sit still.
This hunt was pretty easy, just a regular salt and burn, but it was freezing out and so you’d come back shivering with numb fingers. You’d immediately curled up on the sofa to try and get warm by the fire, not to mention how exhausted you were from all the non-stop hunts lately. Dean draped a blanket over you, ruffling your hair.
“You know what’ll warm you up? Some soup.” He chuckled, turning to head off to the kitchen to heat some up for you.
“Thanks, Dad.” You sleepily mumbled, taking a moment to realise what you’d said. Your eyes went wide as you sunk into the chair, pulling the blanket up over your face and peering over the top.
“Did-” Dean stuttered, turning back around to see your awkward eyes looking up him, “did you just call me Dad?”
“No!” you sunk lower and sighed, “yeah. Okay. But I didn’t mean to. Sorry, I don’t know where that came from it just kinda happened…”
Dean’s shoudlers relaxed with empathy then he sat down next to you, tugging the blanket down and away from your face.
“Is that how you see me?” he asked.
“I guess…” you admitted, “I don’t know. You did kinda raise me and Sammy…”
“What about Dad?”
You shot your brother a look and he nodded in understanding.
“Sorry…I guess I just see you as more of a father figure.” you huffed.
“Hey, no. It’s okay, kiddo,” Dean hugged you into his side and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, “someone had to look out for you and Sammy, right?”
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Request:
Hi lovely! Please may I request a fic where y/n is Dean’s little sister, they’re really close and he practically raised her. One day she accidentally calls him dad and he thinks she’s calling him that because she’s comparing him to their dad who was never there for her, when really she just said it by pure accident because thats how she sees him. Super fluffy, cuddly ending? I’m sorry that was so lengthy, I hope that request made sense!
Okay this idea is dead cute I loved writing it hehe.
You’d barely known your father, John, as a child. You were the youngest of the Winchester siblings and so you never really got to see your Dad as a parent, just someone who tought you to hunt. You loved your Dad, but not in the same way you loved your brothers, especially Dean. Dean practically raised you and Sam.
Even though you were older now, there were still those moments where Dean would make you some food, or patch you up after a particularly rough hunt, and you’d it would feel like you and Sam were under 10 years old, both scrambling about in the motel rooms while Dean made sure you were both okay…or chasing you around to get you to sit still.
This hunt was pretty easy, just a regular salt and burn, but it was freezing out and so you’d come back shivering with numb fingers. You’d immediately curled up on the sofa to try and get warm by the fire, not to mention how exhausted you were from all the non-stop hunts lately. Dean draped a blanket over you, ruffling your hair.
“You know what’ll warm you up? Some soup.” He chuckled, turning to head off to the kitchen to heat some up for you.
“Thanks, Dad.” You sleepily mumbled, taking a moment to realise what you’d said. Your eyes went wide as you sunk into the chair, pulling the blanket up over your face and peering over the top.
“Did-” Dean stuttered, turning back around to see your awkward eyes looking up him, “did you just call me Dad?”
“No!” you sunk lower and sighed, “yeah. Okay. But I didn’t mean to. Sorry, I don’t know where that came from it just kinda happened…”
Dean’s shoudlers relaxed with empathy then he sat down next to you, tugging the blanket down and away from your face.
“Is that how you see me?” he asked.
“I guess…” you admitted, “I don’t know. You did kinda raise me and Sammy…”
“What about Dad?”
You shot your brother a look and he nodded in understanding.
“Sorry…I guess I just see you as more of a father figure.” you huffed.
“Hey, no. It’s okay, kiddo,” Dean hugged you into his side and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, “someone had to look out for you and Sammy, right?”
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Request:
Hi lovely! Please may I request a fic where y/n is Dean’s little sister, they’re really close and he practically raised her. One day she accidentally calls him dad and he thinks she’s calling him that because she’s comparing him to their dad who was never there for her, when really she just said it by pure accident because thats how she sees him. Super fluffy, cuddly ending? I’m sorry that was so lengthy, I hope that request made sense!
Okay this idea is dead cute I loved writing it hehe.
You’d barely known your father, John, as a child. You were the youngest of the Winchester siblings and so you never really got to see your Dad as a parent, just someone who tought you to hunt. You loved your Dad, but not in the same way you loved your brothers, especially Dean. Dean practically raised you and Sam.
Even though you were older now, there were still those moments where Dean would make you some food, or patch you up after a particularly rough hunt, and you’d it would feel like you and Sam were under 10 years old, both scrambling about in the motel rooms while Dean made sure you were both okay...or chasing you around to get you to sit still.
This hunt was pretty easy, just a regular salt and burn, but it was freezing out and so you’d come back shivering with numb fingers. You’d immediately curled up on the sofa to try and get warm by the fire, not to mention how exhausted you were from all the non-stop hunts lately. Dean draped a blanket over you, ruffling your hair.
“You know what’ll warm you up? Some soup.” He chuckled, turning to head off to the kitchen to heat some up for you.
“Thanks, Dad.” You sleepily mumbled, taking a moment to realise what you’d said. Your eyes went wide as you sunk into the chair, pulling the blanket up over your face and peering over the top.
“Did-” Dean stuttered, turning back around to see your awkward eyes looking up him, “did you just call me Dad?”
“No!” you sunk lower and sighed, “yeah. Okay. But I didn’t mean to. Sorry, I don’t know where that came from it just kinda happened...”
Dean’s shoudlers relaxed with empathy then he sat down next to you, tugging the blanket down and away from your face.
“Is that how you see me?” he asked.
“I guess...” you admitted, “I don’t know. You did kinda raise me and Sammy...”
“What about Dad?”
You shot your brother a look and he nodded in understanding.
“Sorry...I guess I just see you as more of a father figure.” you huffed.
“Hey, no. It’s okay, kiddo,” Dean hugged you into his side and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, “someone had to look out for you and Sammy, right?”
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Request:
Hi lovely! Please may I request a fic where y/n is Dean's little sister, they're really close and he practically raised her. One day she accidentally calls him dad and he thinks she's calling him that because she's comparing him to their dad who was never there for her, when really she just said it by pure accident because thats how she sees him. Super fluffy, cuddly ending? I'm sorry that was so lengthy, I hope that request made sense!
Okay this idea is dead cute I loved writing it hehe.
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“Hey, how was school?” Sam asked you as you slumped your bag down on the table, taking a handful of Dean’s chips.
“Hey!” Dean swatted your hand away.
“Boring.” You said with your mouth full, shrugging.
“You uh,” Sam cleared his throat and shot his brother a look, “you wanna take a seat real quick?”
You looked between your brothers, “Everything alright?”
“Yeah, we uh. Well, you’re uh, you’re at that age where things are…difficult for you, right, Dean?” Sam glared at Dean, silently begging for help.
Dean avoided your gaze entirely, “you uh, you know what puberty is, right? Y/N? You’ve had the whole, time-of-the-month talk, right? You know about that stuff?”
You cringed at the realisation of what your brothers were trying to talk to you about and sank into the chair. How young did they think you were?
“Yes. I am aware of periods, Dean. I happen to-”
“I don’t need the details, kiddo.” Dean wagged a finger in the air to stop you from going any further.
“Right, but uh, this is actually a talk about something slightly different. This is…” Sam trailed off, his eyes awkwardly flickering between you and Dean, “this about the birds and the bees.”
“You mean sex?” You said, trying not to laugh at how incredibly awkward these two were making things.
“Uh,” Sam’s face dropped to taken back, “yeah. Yeah, that’s…uh-”
“So you, know, about sex?” Dean stuttered.
“I’ve heard of it.” You laughed.
“And you’re aware of everything, like safe-sex, consent, anatomy, uh… and uh-” Sam frowned, trying to think of the right words to say.
You burst out laughing, taking another chip, “when you two figure out how to say the word vagina wihtout turning bright red, do let me know.”
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Request:
Sam and Dean give the reader the birds and the bees talk?
Ngl I can’t see the brothers doing the best job at this, I feel like Sam would eventually just say everything real quick bc he’s that bit more mature, but I think they’d both be incredibly awkward. Hope this is what you had in mind!
“Hey, how was school?” Sam asked you as you slumped your bag down on the table, taking a handful of Dean’s chips.
“Hey!” Dean swatted your hand away.
“Boring.” You said with your mouth full, shrugging.
“You uh,” Sam cleared his throat and shot his brother a look, “you wanna take a seat real quick?”
You looked between your brothers, “Everything alright?”
“Yeah, we uh. Well, you’re uh, you’re at that age where things are…difficult for you, right, Dean?” Sam glared at Dean, silently begging for help.
Dean avoided your gaze entirely, “you uh, you know what puberty is, right? Y/N? You’ve had the whole, time-of-the-month talk, right? You know about that stuff?”
You cringed at the realisation of what your brothers were trying to talk to you about and sank into the chair. How young did they think you were?
“Yes. I am aware of periods, Dean. I happen to-”
“I don’t need the details, kiddo.” Dean wagged a finger in the air to stop you from going any further.
“Right, but uh, this is actually a talk about something slightly different. This is…” Sam trailed off, his eyes awkwardly flickering between you and Dean, “this about the birds and the bees.”
“You mean sex?” You said, trying not to laugh at how incredibly awkward these two were making things.
“Uh,” Sam’s face dropped to taken back, “yeah. Yeah, that’s…uh-”
“So you, know, about sex?” Dean stuttered.
“I’ve heard of it.” You laughed.
“And you’re aware of everything, like safe-sex, consent, anatomy, uh… and uh-” Sam frowned, trying to think of the right words to say.
You burst out laughing, taking another chip, “when you two figure out how to say the word vagina wihtout turning bright red, do let me know.”
Requested by anon
Request:
Sam and Dean give the reader the birds and the bees talk?
Ngl I can’t see the brothers doing the best job at this, I feel like Sam would eventually just say everything real quick bc he’s that bit more mature, but I think they’d both be incredibly awkward. Hope this is what you had in mind!
“Hey, how was school?” Sam asked you as you slumped your bag down on the table, taking a handful of Dean’s chips.
“Hey!” Dean swatted your hand away.
“Boring.” You said with your mouth full, shrugging.
“You uh,” Sam cleared his throat and shot his brother a look, “you wanna take a seat real quick?”
You looked between your brothers, “Everything alright?”
“Yeah, we uh. Well, you’re uh, you’re at that age where things are…difficult for you, right, Dean?” Sam glared at Dean, silently begging for help.
Dean avoided your gaze entirely, “you uh, you know what puberty is, right? Y/N? You’ve had the whole, time-of-the-month talk, right? You know about that stuff?”
You cringed at the realisation of what your brothers were trying to talk to you about and sank into the chair. How young did they think you were?
“Yes. I am aware of periods, Dean. I happen to-”
“I don’t need the details, kiddo.” Dean wagged a finger in the air to stop you from going any further.
“Right, but uh, this is actually a talk about something slightly different. This is…” Sam trailed off, his eyes awkwardly flickering between you and Dean, “this about the birds and the bees.”
“You mean sex?” You said, trying not to laugh at how incredibly awkward these two were making things.
“Uh,” Sam’s face dropped to taken back, “yeah. Yeah, that’s…uh-”
“So you, know, about sex?” Dean stuttered.
“I’ve heard of it.” You laughed.
“And you’re aware of everything, like safe-sex, consent, anatomy, uh… and uh-” Sam frowned, trying to think of the right words to say.
You burst out laughing, taking another chip, “when you two figure out how to say the word vagina wihtout turning bright red, do let me know.”
Requested by anon
Request:
Sam and Dean give the reader the birds and the bees talk?
Ngl I can’t see the brothers doing the best job at this, I feel like Sam would eventually just say everything real quick bc he’s that bit more mature, but I think they’d both be incredibly awkward. Hope this is what you had in mind!
Your Dad got out of the car in complete silence, his jaw was tense, and he had the same look he got when he was planning something. You frowned at him; he’d been nearly silent the whole car journey back to the motel. The hunt was easy enough for you, you’d been too busy patching up one of the victim’s stab wounds to help your Dad fight off the demon in the other room. By the time you’d got the victim to safety your Dad was at the car ready to go. Said it was an easy kill.
Uncle Dean hadn’t come on the hunt, he was helping Jody and Claire out with a vamp’s nest just the other side of the town. Sometimes there was more than one monster that needed taking care of, so you had to split.
“Dad?” You asked, following him into the motel.
“Mm.” He didn’t bother to look up from his phone, where he was busy reading through some texts. His voice was careless.
“You want me to get some food?”
“No,” he snapped, looking up, “no you-uh, we shouldn’t leave.”
“Why? I’m starving.” You tried to keep your relaxed tone, but you were panicking a little. Your Dad seemed off.
“It’s uh, not safe.” He said decisively, as though that was enough.
“But we just killed the demon…” You trailed off so only you could hear yourself. Shit.
Carefully, so as not to raise suspicion, you took out your phone and texted Uncle Dean: Dad’s possessed. At the motel. Bring holy water. You then switched your phone so it wouldn’t make a sound when he replied.
“What are you doing?” Your Dad asked and you felt your heart rate jump.
“Ordering food. That’s allowed, right?” You tried to laugh. He smiled, but his expression carried disdain.
“Hey uh,” You looked up from your phone, about to suggest something else to try and by Uncle Dean some time, but you stopped dead, “…Dad?”
He was holding out his gun, his expression a snarky smirk, “Oh, what’s the matter?”
You were frozen, held in place by the thoughts racing through your mind. Fighting your Dad was risky for the both of you. You had to stay alive, but you couldn’t kill your Dad. And there was no way you could hold him off forever, he was stronger than you. Before you could come to any sort of conclusion, he leaped forward.
Instinctively, you slid to the left and swiped his arm away, ducking backwards an out of harm’s way. “Oh, you’re stronger than you look,” the demon spoke through your Dad with an echo of amusement, “I like a good fight.” His eyes flickered to a blackened void.
“What do you want?” You shouted at him, but you could feel your voice shaking.
He laughed loudly, “I just want to see the look on your face when your own Daddy kills you.”
You blocked a punch, sending both arms away. He took the opportunity of an unprotected stomach and kicked you to the floor. You felt his foot crack a rib and groaned as pain pulsed from where he’d hit.
“And then,” he continued, “I want to see the look on your Dad’s face when I let him go and he has to live with what he’s done.”
You needed him weak enough for the exorcism to work, but hitting him would hurt your Dad, and not even make a dent in the demon. You needed holy water, which of course was all used up on the hunt. Flickering your eyes to the window, you silently begged for Uncle Dean to hurry his ass up.
“Oh, poor, Y/N. No ones coming to rescue you.”
“Who say’s I need rescuing?” You challenged, slowly stepping back. Thankfully, this demon seemed to love talking. He laughed again, but then a cold sincerity spread across his face.
“If only you could hear your Dad, girl. He’s screaming in here. Oh he really doesn’t want me to do this,” he grinned, “torturing two Winchesters at once, hey? That’s certainly a treat.”
While he was busy ranting away you snapped your hand out onto his wrist, making him drop the gun, which you kicked away behind yourself. You might have not been as strong as your Dad, but you were much quicker.
He raised an eyebrow and then began striding towards you. With each pace his anger grew and before you could properly get away, he grabbed at your arm, his fingers digging harshly into the skin. He tugged you so you were facing him. Holding back a yelp, you desperately tried to keep your cool. You scrambled in his grasp, but his hold on you tightened as he brought his spare hand to your face, holding your gaze.
“Scared yet?” He grinned.
It was surreal, having your Dad’s face this close to you, but instead of his usual demeanour he was thirsty for blood. The demon flashed it’s demonic eyes at your gaze.
“Your Daddy and Uncle are gonna thank me after this, you know? They must spend half of their hunts having to save you or waiting around for you to catch up or thinking, hm, what should we do with this dead weight?” He snarled and shook you as he shouted.
“I’m going to enjoy killing you. Partly because then maybe your Dad would shut the hell up!” He screamed, looking upwards, where your Dad had been begging for him to stop. The instant his eyes were off you, you kicked him away from yourself and leapt up. You then grabbed the gun before he had a chance.
“What are you gonna shoot me?” He chuckled slyly.
You had a thought. A very, very, stupid thought. But it would definitely buy Uncle Dean more time.
You held the gun up, checking it was loaded and ready to shoot.
“You won’t do it!” He dared.
“I know.” You said finally, shooting him a daring look back. Your Dad tilted his head, as though trying to figure out what was going through your mind. You threw caution away and nodded slowly to yourself. Here goes nothing.
Slowly, you rose the gun so it was pointed at your temple. You watched with a strange mixture of pride and terror as your Dad’s face dropped.
“You’re giving up? That easy?” He asked and regained his pride.
“No, but if I shoot. You miss out on all the fun.”
He stuttered, “I don’t care how you die. I just want you dead.”
“Are you sure?” you taunted, “That’s a pretty boring story to tell all your demon friends, huh? You can’t even manage to kill a small human, so she has to do it herself. Is that really going to earn you that reputation you’re after?”
“But you’re not going to do it.” Although his voice was confident, his face was sceptical.
“Aren’t I?” You pushed, hearing the tyres of the Impala outside. Or at least, what you hoped was the Impala.
He took a step forward and you reached out a hand, “One more step! One more and I pull this trigger.”
You could feel the tip of the barrel pressing into your head like an hourglass. Your heart was beating hard against your chest and you could feel each breath timing your chances. Your Dad hovered, unsure…no, not unsure. Something else. It was like he couldn’t move.
He cried out “Stop! Stop fighting!” at himself and groaned in pain. His eyes squeezed shut tightly and you saw a tear trickle from the corner of his eye. But in time, he shook his head and gruffly laughed, “Your Dad’s very feisty. I can see where you get it from.”
He readjusted himself and put a foot out to take that step. That one step that distanced you from death.
Just as you registered what he was about to do, the motel door was thrown open and Uncle Dean raced inside. You let out one shaky breath and thanked every God there possibly was, throwing your arms back down and hurrying over to your Uncle who threw a bottle of holy water over your Dad. He hissed as the vapours rose from his body, sizzling off the skin, making him weak enough to exorcise.
You and Uncle Dean recited the exorcism, each taking turns dodging attacks and fighting him, but he was becoming weaker and weaker. Finally, he screamed in pain and the demon escaped, black smoke rising from him before he collapsed to the floor.
“Dad!” You raced over to him. He was out cold.
“Hey, kiddo. You okay?” Uncle Dean looked at you, holding you up a little. He noticed you were hunched over from where your Dad had kicked you.
“Yeah, I’m okay.” You barely looked at him as you tried to prop your Dad up so he was against the wall. He grunted and blinked his eyes open, taking his hand over to his broken wrist where you’d kicked him.
“Sorry about your wrist…” You winced, watching as he ran his fingers over the bruises.
“I’ll get the med kit.” Uncle Dean mumbled. He then rose up and headed out to the car.
Your Dad looked up at you, his eyes were back to his gentle expression. He smiled softly.
“I’m sorry, bug.” He whispered. You offered a weak smile in return.
“You weren’t…you weren’t gonna do it, were you? You knew Dean was coming?”
“I knew.” You said, reassuring his feared expression.
“Thank God.” He rose his healthy hand up to cup your face let out a sigh, “Did I hurt you?”
You ran your hand over where the blood had dried on your face and shook your head, “nothing I’m not used to.”
“Don’t scare me like that, okay? I can’t…I can’t lose you, kid.”
You felt pangs of guilt as his eyes teared up, his voice a whisper as he trailed off.
“Sorry. I just didn’t know how to buy time without hurting you,” you glanced down at his wrist and added, “or at least, without hurting you anymore.”
“If it keeps you safe, you hurt me, okay? Whatever keeps you safe.”
“Okay.” You nodded, but the two of you both knew you didn’t mean it.
He reached out his arm around your frame and pulled you into his chest, rubbing his hand along your upper arm, “whatever keeps you safe.”
Requested by @bellero
Request:
How about a Sam x daughter!reader where Sam becomes possessed?? Or he has the MOC, I’m in need of angst fjjf xo
Hope this is the sort of thing you were after! ilysm x
Your Dad got out of the car in complete silence, his jaw was tense, and he had the same look he got when he was planning something. You frowned at him; he’d been nearly silent the whole car journey back to the motel. The hunt was easy enough for you, you’d been too busy patching up one of the victim’s stab wounds to help your Dad fight off the demon in the other room. By the time you’d got the victim to safety your Dad was at the car ready to go. Said it was an easy kill.
Uncle Dean hadn’t come on the hunt, he was helping Jody and Claire out with a vamp’s nest just the other side of the town. Sometimes there was more than one monster that needed taking care of, so you had to split.
“Dad?” You asked, following him into the motel.
“Mm.” He didn’t bother to look up from his phone, where he was busy reading through some texts. His voice was careless.
“You want me to get some food?”
“No,” he snapped, looking up, “no you-uh, we shouldn’t leave.”
“Why? I’m starving.” You tried to keep your relaxed tone, but you were panicking a little. Your Dad seemed off.
“It’s uh, not safe.” He said decisively, as though that was enough.
“But we just killed the demon…” You trailed off so only you could hear yourself. Shit.
Carefully, so as not to raise suspicion, you took out your phone and texted Uncle Dean: Dad’s possessed. At the motel. Bring holy water. You then switched your phone so it wouldn’t make a sound when he replied.
“What are you doing?” Your Dad asked and you felt your heart rate jump.
“Ordering food. That’s allowed, right?” You tried to laugh. He smiled, but his expression carried disdain.
“Hey uh,” You looked up from your phone, about to suggest something else to try and by Uncle Dean some time, but you stopped dead, “…Dad?”
He was holding out his gun, his expression a snarky smirk, “Oh, what’s the matter?”
You were frozen, held in place by the thoughts racing through your mind. Fighting your Dad was risky for the both of you. You had to stay alive, but you couldn’t kill your Dad. And there was no way you could hold him off forever, he was stronger than you. Before you could come to any sort of conclusion, he leaped forward.
Instinctively, you slid to the left and swiped his arm away, ducking backwards an out of harm’s way. “Oh, you’re stronger than you look,” the demon spoke through your Dad with an echo of amusement, “I like a good fight.” His eyes flickered to a blackened void.
“What do you want?” You shouted at him, but you could feel your voice shaking.
He laughed loudly, “I just want to see the look on your face when your own Daddy kills you.”
You blocked a punch, sending both arms away. He took the opportunity of an unprotected stomach and kicked you to the floor. You felt his foot crack a rib and groaned as pain pulsed from where he’d hit.
“And then,” he continued, “I want to see the look on your Dad’s face when I let him go and he has to live with what he’s done.”
You needed him weak enough for the exorcism to work, but hitting him would hurt your Dad, and not even make a dent in the demon. You needed holy water, which of course was all used up on the hunt. Flickering your eyes to the window, you silently begged for Uncle Dean to hurry his ass up.
“Oh, poor, Y/N. No ones coming to rescue you.”
“Who say’s I need rescuing?” You challenged, slowly stepping back. Thankfully, this demon seemed to love talking. He laughed again, but then a cold sincerity spread across his face.
“If only you could hear your Dad, girl. He’s screaming in here. Oh he really doesn’t want me to do this,” he grinned, “torturing two Winchesters at once, hey? That’s certainly a treat.”
While he was busy ranting away you snapped your hand out onto his wrist, making him drop the gun, which you kicked away behind yourself. You might have not been as strong as your Dad, but you were much quicker.
He raised an eyebrow and then began striding towards you. With each pace his anger grew and before you could properly get away, he grabbed at your arm, his fingers digging harshly into the skin. He tugged you so you were facing him. Holding back a yelp, you desperately tried to keep your cool. You scrambled in his grasp, but his hold on you tightened as he brought his spare hand to your face, holding your gaze.
“Scared yet?” He grinned.
It was surreal, having your Dad’s face this close to you, but instead of his usual demeanour he was thirsty for blood. The demon flashed it’s demonic eyes at your gaze.
“Your Daddy and Uncle are gonna thank me after this, you know? They must spend half of their hunts having to save you or waiting around for you to catch up or thinking, hm, what should we do with this dead weight?” He snarled and shook you as he shouted.
“I’m going to enjoy killing you. Partly because then maybe your Dad would shut the hell up!” He screamed, looking upwards, where your Dad had been begging for him to stop. The instant his eyes were off you, you kicked him away from yourself and leapt up. You then grabbed the gun before he had a chance.
“What are you gonna shoot me?” He chuckled slyly.
You had a thought. A very, very, stupid thought. But it would definitely buy Uncle Dean more time.
You held the gun up, checking it was loaded and ready to shoot.
“You won’t do it!” He dared.
“I know.” You said finally, shooting him a daring look back. Your Dad tilted his head, as though trying to figure out what was going through your mind. You threw caution away and nodded slowly to yourself. Here goes nothing.
Slowly, you rose the gun so it was pointed at your temple. You watched with a strange mixture of pride and terror as your Dad’s face dropped.
“You’re giving up? That easy?” He asked and regained his pride.
“No, but if I shoot. You miss out on all the fun.”
He stuttered, “I don’t care how you die. I just want you dead.”
“Are you sure?” you taunted, “That’s a pretty boring story to tell all your demon friends, huh? You can’t even manage to kill a small human, so she has to do it herself. Is that really going to earn you that reputation you’re after?”
“But you’re not going to do it.” Although his voice was confident, his face was sceptical.
“Aren’t I?” You pushed, hearing the tyres of the Impala outside. Or at least, what you hoped was the Impala.
He took a step forward and you reached out a hand, “One more step! One more and I pull this trigger.”
You could feel the tip of the barrel pressing into your head like an hourglass. Your heart was beating hard against your chest and you could feel each breath timing your chances. Your Dad hovered, unsure…no, not unsure. Something else. It was like he couldn’t move.
He cried out “Stop! Stop fighting!” at himself and groaned in pain. His eyes squeezed shut tightly and you saw a tear trickle from the corner of his eye. But in time, he shook his head and gruffly laughed, “Your Dad’s very feisty. I can see where you get it from.”
He readjusted himself and put a foot out to take that step. That one step that distanced you from death.
Just as you registered what he was about to do, the motel door was thrown open and Uncle Dean raced inside. You let out one shaky breath and thanked every God there possibly was, throwing your arms back down and hurrying over to your Uncle who threw a bottle of holy water over your Dad. He hissed as the vapours rose from his body, sizzling off the skin, making him weak enough to exorcise.
You and Uncle Dean recited the exorcism, each taking turns dodging attacks and fighting him, but he was becoming weaker and weaker. Finally, he screamed in pain and the demon escaped, black smoke rising from him before he collapsed to the floor.
“Dad!” You raced over to him. He was out cold.
“Hey, kiddo. You okay?” Uncle Dean looked at you, holding you up a little. He noticed you were hunched over from where your Dad had kicked you.
“Yeah, I’m okay.” You barely looked at him as you tried to prop your Dad up so he was against the wall. He grunted and blinked his eyes open, taking his hand over to his broken wrist where you’d kicked him.
“Sorry about your wrist…” You winced, watching as he ran his fingers over the bruises.
“I’ll get the med kit.” Uncle Dean mumbled. He then rose up and headed out to the car.
Your Dad looked up at you, his eyes were back to his gentle expression. He smiled softly.
“I’m sorry, bug.” He whispered. You offered a weak smile in return.
“You weren’t…you weren’t gonna do it, were you? You knew Dean was coming?”
“I knew.” You said, reassuring his feared expression.
“Thank God.” He rose his healthy hand up to cup your face let out a sigh, “Did I hurt you?”
You ran your hand over where the blood had dried on your face and shook your head, “nothing I’m not used to.”
“Don’t scare me like that, okay? I can’t…I can’t lose you, kid.”
You felt pangs of guilt as his eyes teared up, his voice a whisper as he trailed off.
“Sorry. I just didn’t know how to buy time without hurting you,” you glanced down at his wrist and added, “or at least, without hurting you anymore.”
“If it keeps you safe, you hurt me, okay? Whatever keeps you safe.”
“Okay.” You nodded, but the two of you both knew you didn’t mean it.
He reached out his arm around your frame and pulled you into his chest, rubbing his hand along your upper arm, “whatever keeps you safe.”
Requested by @bellero
Request:
How about a Sam x daughter!reader where Sam becomes possessed?? Or he has the MOC, I’m in need of angst fjjf xo
Hope this is the sort of thing you were after! ilysm x
Your Dad got out of the car in complete silence, his jaw was tense, and he had the same look he got when he was planning something. You frowned at him; he’d been nearly silent the whole car journey back to the motel. The hunt was easy enough for you, you’d been too busy patching up one of the victim’s stab wounds to help your Dad fight off the demon in the other room. By the time you’d got the victim to safety your Dad was at the car ready to go. Said it was an easy kill.
Uncle Dean hadn’t come on the hunt, he was helping Jody and Claire out with a vamp’s nest just the other side of the town. Sometimes there was more than one monster that needed taking care of, so you had to split.
“Dad?” You asked, following him into the motel.
“Mm.” He didn’t bother to look up from his phone, where he was busy reading through some texts. His voice was careless.
“You want me to get some food?”
“No,” he snapped, looking up, “no you-uh, we shouldn’t leave.”
“Why? I’m starving.” You tried to keep your relaxed tone, but you were panicking a little. Your Dad seemed off.
“It’s uh, not safe.” He said decisively, as though that was enough.
“But we just killed the demon…” You trailed off so only you could hear yourself. Shit.
Carefully, so as not to raise suspicion, you took out your phone and texted Uncle Dean: Dad’s possessed. At the motel. Bring holy water. You then switched your phone so it wouldn’t make a sound when he replied.
“What are you doing?” Your Dad asked and you felt your heart rate jump.
“Ordering food. That’s allowed, right?” You tried to laugh. He smiled, but his expression carried disdain.
“Hey uh,” You looked up from your phone, about to suggest something else to try and by Uncle Dean some time, but you stopped dead, “…Dad?”
He was holding out his gun, his expression a snarky smirk, “Oh, what’s the matter?”
You were frozen, held in place by the thoughts racing through your mind. Fighting your Dad was risky for the both of you. You had to stay alive, but you couldn’t kill your Dad. And there was no way you could hold him off forever, he was stronger than you. Before you could come to any sort of conclusion, he leaped forward.
Instinctively, you slid to the left and swiped his arm away, ducking backwards an out of harm’s way. “Oh, you’re stronger than you look,” the demon spoke through your Dad with an echo of amusement, “I like a good fight.” His eyes flickered to a blackened void.
“What do you want?” You shouted at him, but you could feel your voice shaking.
He laughed loudly, “I just want to see the look on your face when your own Daddy kills you.”
You blocked a punch, sending both arms away. He took the opportunity of an unprotected stomach and kicked you to the floor. You felt his foot crack a rib and groaned as pain pulsed from where he’d hit.
“And then,” he continued, “I want to see the look on your Dad’s face when I let him go and he has to live with what he’s done.”
You needed him weak enough for the exorcism to work, but hitting him would hurt your Dad, and not even make a dent in the demon. You needed holy water, which of course was all used up on the hunt. Flickering your eyes to the window, you silently begged for Uncle Dean to hurry his ass up.
“Oh, poor, Y/N. No ones coming to rescue you.”
“Who say’s I need rescuing?” You challenged, slowly stepping back. Thankfully, this demon seemed to love talking. He laughed again, but then a cold sincerity spread across his face.
“If only you could hear your Dad, girl. He’s screaming in here. Oh he really doesn’t want me to do this,” he grinned, “torturing two Winchesters at once, hey? That’s certainly a treat.”
While he was busy ranting away you snapped your hand out onto his wrist, making him drop the gun, which you kicked away behind yourself. You might have not been as strong as your Dad, but you were much quicker.
He raised an eyebrow and then began striding towards you. With each pace his anger grew and before you could properly get away, he grabbed at your arm, his fingers digging harshly into the skin. He tugged you so you were facing him. Holding back a yelp, you desperately tried to keep your cool. You scrambled in his grasp, but his hold on you tightened as he brought his spare hand to your face, holding your gaze.
“Scared yet?” He grinned.
It was surreal, having your Dad’s face this close to you, but instead of his usual demeanour he was thirsty for blood. The demon flashed it’s demonic eyes at your gaze.
“Your Daddy and Uncle are gonna thank me after this, you know? They must spend half of their hunts having to save you or waiting around for you to catch up or thinking, hm, what should we do with this dead weight?” He snarled and shook you as he shouted.
“I’m going to enjoy killing you. Partly because then maybe your Dad would shut the hell up!” He screamed, looking upwards, where your Dad had been begging for him to stop. The instant his eyes were off you, you kicked him away from yourself and leapt up. You then grabbed the gun before he had a chance.
“What are you gonna shoot me?” He chuckled slyly.
You had a thought. A very, very, stupid thought. But it would definitely buy Uncle Dean more time.
You held the gun up, checking it was loaded and ready to shoot.
“You won’t do it!” He dared.
“I know.” You said finally, shooting him a daring look back. Your Dad tilted his head, as though trying to figure out what was going through your mind. You threw caution away and nodded slowly to yourself. Here goes nothing.
Slowly, you rose the gun so it was pointed at your temple. You watched with a strange mixture of pride and terror as your Dad’s face dropped.
“You’re giving up? That easy?” He asked and regained his pride.
“No, but if I shoot. You miss out on all the fun.”
He stuttered, “I don’t care how you die. I just want you dead.”
“Are you sure?” you taunted, “That’s a pretty boring story to tell all your demon friends, huh? You can’t even manage to kill a small human, so she has to do it herself. Is that really going to earn you that reputation you’re after?”
“But you’re not going to do it.” Although his voice was confident, his face was sceptical.
“Aren’t I?” You pushed, hearing the tyres of the Impala outside. Or at least, what you hoped was the Impala.
He took a step forward and you reached out a hand, “One more step! One more and I pull this trigger.”
You could feel the tip of the barrel pressing into your head like an hourglass. Your heart was beating hard against your chest and you could feel each breath timing your chances. Your Dad hovered, unsure…no, not unsure. Something else. It was like he couldn’t move.
He cried out “Stop! Stop fighting!” at himself and groaned in pain. His eyes squeezed shut tightly and you saw a tear trickle from the corner of his eye. But in time, he shook his head and gruffly laughed, “Your Dad’s very feisty. I can see where you get it from.”
He readjusted himself and put a foot out to take that step. That one step that distanced you from death.
Just as you registered what he was about to do, the motel door was thrown open and Uncle Dean raced inside. You let out one shaky breath and thanked every God there possibly was, throwing your arms back down and hurrying over to your Uncle who threw a bottle of holy water over your Dad. He hissed as the vapours rose from his body, sizzling off the skin, making him weak enough to exorcise.
You and Uncle Dean recited the exorcism, each taking turns dodging attacks and fighting him, but he was becoming weaker and weaker. Finally, he screamed in pain and the demon escaped, black smoke rising from him before he collapsed to the floor.
“Dad!” You raced over to him. He was out cold.
“Hey, kiddo. You okay?” Uncle Dean looked at you, holding you up a little. He noticed you were hunched over from where your Dad had kicked you.
“Yeah, I’m okay.” You barely looked at him as you tried to prop your Dad up so he was against the wall. He grunted and blinked his eyes open, taking his hand over to his broken wrist where you’d kicked him.
“Sorry about your wrist…” You winced, watching as he ran his fingers over the bruises.
“I’ll get the med kit.” Uncle Dean mumbled. He then rose up and headed out to the car.
Your Dad looked up at you, his eyes were back to his gentle expression. He smiled softly.
“I’m sorry, bug.” He whispered. You offered a weak smile in return.
“You weren’t…you weren’t gonna do it, were you? You knew Dean was coming?”
“I knew.” You said, reassuring his feared expression.
“Thank God.” He rose his healthy hand up to cup your face let out a sigh, “Did I hurt you?”
You ran your hand over where the blood had dried on your face and shook your head, “nothing I’m not used to.”
“Don’t scare me like that, okay? I can’t…I can’t lose you, kid.”
You felt pangs of guilt as his eyes teared up, his voice a whisper as he trailed off.
“Sorry. I just didn’t know how to buy time without hurting you,” you glanced down at his wrist and added, “or at least, without hurting you anymore.”
“If it keeps you safe, you hurt me, okay? Whatever keeps you safe.”
“Okay.” You nodded, but the two of you both knew you didn’t mean it.
He reached out his arm around your frame and pulled you into his chest, rubbing his hand along your upper arm, “whatever keeps you safe.”
Requested by @bellero
Request:
How about a Sam x daughter!reader where Sam becomes possessed?? Or he has the MOC, I’m in need of angst fjjf xo
Hope this is the sort of thing you were after! ilysm x
