Request from @ alice02lb8
Ok so I thought about something where the reader is Jon Winchester's daughter but not Dean and Sam's sister(her mum and Jon had a one night stand but jon didn't know about the woman being a hunter). The reader grew up with her mum, who was a hunter, and knows about her father but she never actually meet him or her brothers. So she knows about Mary's death and when there are the same signs in her town she look for them, find them and take them to meet her mother who still has a thing for jon? And maybe the reader is sassy? I don't know some thing like this. Feel free to change what you want. Sorry it's a little chaotic hahaha it just came out like this.
Pairings: Sam x Sister reader, Dean x Sister reader
Summary: You come across your brothers during a hunt.
You were slouching in the chair looking through the news feed on your laptop. Sometimes you would come across hunts but most of the time they were just psychos getting their fix. Continuing to scroll down the page, one story made its way up with an image of a house fire. Tilting your head you clicked on the story.It’s probably nothing. Story goes the young couple’s only child was saved by the father, but the mother wasn’t so lucky.
You sat up in your chair. Scrolling down you found that the little girl was six months old. The fire had happened a few hours ago and was only a couple towns away. It being one in the morning, your mother was asleep and you didn’t want to wake her. Partly to not have her angry, and partly to not let her know that you were heading out. She would be pissed if you just took off on your own to look into something that could remotely be supernatural.
You and your mother were hunters so you had to learn to trust each other. Leaving a note for your mother saying that you were going to visit a friend, you grabbed your duffle and jumped in the car.
Pulling up to the house, you took a good look at its burnt and charred remains. Burnt to the point it was hard to say where the fire had originated. After a bit more searching it turned out the father and daughter were staying at the mother-in-law’s house for a while. You pulled into a vacant parking lot for the night. Why pay for a motel room when you could just sleep in the car?
The next morning you began to work. Stepping up to the pavement leading up the the front door, you heard the handle jiggle and you heard someone speaking inside. You jumped aside and hid behind some bushes so you could see who they were and what they were talking about. Two suits emerged from the doorway. There was a tall man with longer hair and sensible shoes walking next to a shorter and angrier man. You gathered that their names were Sam and Dean.
Sam and Dean. You knew those names but you didn’t know from where. After their car rolled down the street you made your way to the house to gather what little information you could. After the short conversation with the broken man, you went back to the house to look around. While there, you saw the men again. A little odd but you dismissed it being under the impression they were feds. Since you were younger you couldn’t just go up, flash a badge, and dance in. You would have to come back at night.
The stars were up and no one seemed to be on the streets so you made your way into the house. After a few minutes of looking around you saw headlights and a motor pull up to the house. You didn’t have time to leave because they were already headed in. you went into one of the side rooms and hoped whoever was there wouldn’t know you were there. Sliding your gun out of your waistband, you steadied your breathing. Moments later what was left of the door was kicked down and the two suits from earlier came in with guns in hand. The three of you had a good staredown while pointing guns.
“What are you doing here, kid?”
“What are you doing here creep?” he glared at you and the tall chimed in.
“Lets just put our guns down and figure out what's happening.” and he pointed his gun to the roof and you did the same after seeing the buch one point his to the ceiling as well.
“Now what are you doing here? We've seen you all around town. What’s your name?” the tall one said with a softer voice
“(Y/N), and you wouldn’t believe me.” you said and looked up at them. They looked at eachother and back at you.
“Your a hunter, aren’t you?”
“The gun, the shady behavior,-” paused and pointed at your charm bracelet “- The sigils. The list goes on.”
“You are too, I assume.” they nodded. “You never gave me a name.”
“Sam and Dean Winchester.” the shorter one said pretentiously. You knew them.
“Do you know a John Winchester?” they had a look of surprise and confusion on their face when you said their father's name. Sam looked you dead in the eye.
“He’s our father. How do you know him?”
The three of you pulled up to your house. Jumping out of the car, you pulled out your keys to unlock the door. Sam and Dean walked behind you up to he house.
“Mom I’m back!” you yelled out. A few seconds later you heard someone coming down the stairs.
“Do you-” She stopped at the top of the stairs once she saw the boys. She recognized them. Cautiously, she continued down the stairs.
“Where’s John?” the two of them looked at their feet. She sighed. “I see.” she wasn’t too surprised. John was a bit of a moron in her book. “Why are you here?”
“A hunt a few towns over. That’s where were we met this shortie.” Dean said looked down at you.
“Shut up.” you said and your mother shot you an unamused look. Dean scoffed.
“So how was that friend you visited? Doing well? Because you obviously weren’t hunting, were you.” she said sarcastically and glared at you. You avoided eye contact and shrugged. She shook her head and sighed.
‘You two were here for the fire weren’t you. You think that demons back? Do you think it’s happening again?”
“How do you know about that?” Sam asked surprised and confused, then you spoke.
“You two aren’t the only ones with demons on their radar.”
“John, your father, and I were fairly close. Close enough to tell me about the fire and have a kid, but not close enough to stick around.”
“Sounds like him.” Sam said. Your mom went into one of the rooms and came out with a duffle slung over her shoulder.
“What are you doing?” you asked her.
“We’re going to find this thing.”
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