Howdy there, call me Hank. They/Them (25) I write sometimes. Feel free to message me or ask me anything! I do requests if you're interested, take a look at the fandoms I write for! (If something isn't listed, I might have left something out by mistake so feel free to message me)
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Stepsister!Reader, Sam Winchester x Stepsister!Reader,
Warnings: Swearing, Sexual language, TW mentions of Stepcest, TW mentions of Noncon,
A/N: The ages for everyone is as listed;
Dean - 26, Sam - 21, You - 19
I'm sure I say it in writing but just in case here's clarification!
Summary: Sam has recently joined you and Dean hunting again after his life in Stanford goes up in flames. So much has changed and Sam has to deal with the consequences of leaving you and Dean for three years. Were you always this close to Dean? Sam thought you were his best friend... You two were always thick as thieves when they first took you in, but now he feels like a stranger. It seems like you and Dean are much closer than he expected... or hoped. After a few hunts the guys make a stop to visit Sam's old stomping ground and run into a shifter who reveals some interesting information about Dean and his relationship with you. You and Sam are left wondering what the truth is.
6 Years Ago
“Sam…we can’t watch it…” You were switching your weight on each foot. Your eyes glanced at the door of the motel you were staying in, fearful of what Dean and John would say if they caught you. Sam ignored you as he put in the DVD. For once in his life he didn’t have to think about the expectations of his father or brother, he didn’t have to be the golden boy when it was just you and him.
Not that he would admit it since he was fifteen at the time, but he did enjoy your company. He spent so much time alone when Dean and his dad were off on a hunt. Before he would either rot his brain with TV or read, but now he had you. An actual friend. You weren’t someone who was older than him. You weren’t just another person to boss him around and tell him what’s right and what’s wrong. You could just hang out and have fun.
“Who says?” He asked as he rested back on to the couch watching you stand in the middle of the living room awkwardly. You looked again at the door.
“Well… like the law right?” You looked so sincere he couldn’t help but think you were adorable. Sam masked a chuckle as he met your eyes.
“No (Y/N), the police aren’t going to kick down the door because we watched “Saw.” He stated. “Now come and watch it with me.” The tall boy patted the spot next to him. You were starting to feel itchy again… You really wanted to spend time with Sam, him being the only positive relationship you had right now since your father passed. John was fine, he gave you pretty much anything you asked for but he was gone most of the time. And don’t even get started with Dean… He was an asshole. And that would be the nicest word you could use to describe him. All he saw you as was a nuisance. It’s not like you asked to be with them, or be a part of this family unit they had.
“Won’t Dean and John be mad?” You asked. Your fingers fiddled with the hem of your shirt. Your heart was pounding.
“They don’t have to know.”
“They won’t find out?”
Sam sighed and walked up to you. Even at fifteen he towered over you. His dark brown eyes gazed into yours. He liked you a lot, but sometimes you could be overly paranoid and persistent. When you believed something, you would dig your heels in the ground and stay there. Sam put his hands on your shoulders.
“(Y/N)… no. They’re gone. And they’ll be gone for a few days. You know how long their trips take…. So come over and watch a movie with me.” He really did make you feel safe…
“Ok…”
You two weren’t twenty minutes into the movie and already you were clutching Sam’s arm. Any time the music would pick up, your hand would creep over to Sam’s shirt to grab on to. Every time he felt your fingertips grazing his arm, he would anticipate you suddenly grabbing on to him. And every time he would conceal his smile and chuckle. If you wanted comfort maybe he should just put his arm around you…
A pin pricked his heart and shock ran down to the bottoms of his feet. Sam swallowed thickly. Putting his arm around you would be considered romantic… wouldn’t it? I mean you had been living with them for a while now..
Would you be considered his sister? But you’re not blood related so technically you’re not. But you were younger than him and he was in charge. Sam couldn’t imagine the lecture he’d get about invading your personal space from his dad. Everything is so twisted up in an untangled mess.
“Aah!” You jumped and grabbed on to his arm. A body on screen dropped to the floor. Sam couldn’t remember anything going on in this movie. What was happening again? Right… creepy puppet…. You slowly retracted your hand as things began to settle. Sam ran his hand through his hair. He paused for a moment and realized the opportunity he had. His heart was thumping against his chest. The younger Winchester slowly lowered his arm on the back of the couch.
Technically his arm wasn’t touching you, his arm wasn’t around your shoulders, it was just resting on the back of the couch. The next time you jumped you grabbed onto his shirt.
“Oh…sorry.” You muttered. You didn’t realize how close Sam was. Had his arm always been up? You looked up to find Sam staring at you.
“You ok?” You asked. Sam blinked his eyes. His past faded away as you came in to view, fully grown into a woman. Nineteen already… How many birthdays had he missed when he was at Stanford? He even missed your high school graduation… prom too. It felt like he was slipping back into who he was when he was in high school, and assuming that you still acted like you did when you were sixteen.
“Yeah… just zoning out.” Sam mumbled before getting back to his book. He felt like a stranger in his own family, not that that wasn’t how it was beforehand, but it never felt like that with you.
“Is it weird…?” You trailed off, gaining his attention once more. “Being back?” Sam sighed furrowing his brows looking at the dull brown carpet of the motel you all were living in.
“Sort of…Just getting used to it all again.” Sam brushed you off. Your teeth grinded a little. You tried your best to hide your glare, turning back to your online classwork. Sure, it was just assigned via the classroom portal online but what better time than the present to get things done?
Sam’s mind was foggy. He could tell he lost points with you for not being honest, and truth be told he wasn’t sure why he withheld it. You two used to spill your secrets to each other all the time as kids. Now that he was back after three long years…well…you were no longer his buddy. He was no longer the first person you went to when something happened. He was no longer the person you ran to when you were upset or scared. It was like he was a next door neighbor, always getting snippets of moments. The younger Winchester supposed it would help move things along if he just talked to you like he used to, but things were different now. He had guilt and shame and sadness that you knew nothing about. You two lived very different lives for the past three years. Sam built his life in Stanford. He had friends, and jobs, and heartbreaks, and victories and…Jess. It felt like this bridge was impossible to gap. You weren’t his anymore. It felt less like you were his little sister, but more like a second cousin. Don’t get him started on how Dean-
“Pizza time!” Dean opened the door with a big grin, matching yours….
“Yes! I’ll get the table set.” You bounced from your bed to get out some paper plates and napkins you always kept on hand. “Hey Sam, what do you want to drink?” You asked already setting out a beer for Dean.
“I’ll just take a water.” God why was he so deflated? Sam sat back watching you and Dean go through this ritual. You both worked like a programmed machine. Step by step you worked together. You’d get the napkins and plates and put them on the table. Dean would set them up in their proper places. You’d get the drinks and Dean would spread out the food. You two were so tuned in to each other.
Like you and him used to be…
“Better get over here before Dean takes more than his allotted pizza rations.” You called to Sam. You want him over there, that at least brought him back to reality.
“You accusin’ me of something? Little miss I didn’t eat your leftovers?” Dean playfully glared at you. You two had so many memories that Sam wasn’t there for. There were probably many nights you spent talking with Dean, sharing your thoughts and making little inside jokes together. There were probably rainy nights that you asked Dean to get you both hot chocolate like you used to ask him. He can already imagine the Christmas mornings that you spent enjoying each other’s company.
Fuck… you guys probably carved pumpkins in October like you two did before. You always had a certain ambition when it came to the holidays. “Life doesn’t have to be so grim all the time.” You’d remind Sam. “I’ll take any excuse to celebrate.”
While Dean was Dad’s good little soldier and Sam was the black sheep golden boy, you were like their cheerleader. The holidays were always bright when you forced them to put up a little tree, that eventually turned into them stealing a tree from a farm one year that almost landed them in the county prison.
The way the lights lit up like your face when it was all plugged in, it really made it all worth the trouble…
“Ummm- excuse me, but you were gone for two days and it was gonna go bad so I was doing my civic duty by emptying the fridge.” You smiled as you took your seat next to Dean.
…Next to Dean..
6 Years Ago
“War!” You exclaimed. Both you and Sam raced to put down two more cards face down before flipping the third card. The two of you had been playing various card games for the last thirty minutes.
You had a King, Sam had a measly 3.
“Cheating! You’re cheating!” Sam pointed at you accusingly, but with no malice just a large smile on his face.
“How do you cheat at ‘War’?” You asked. You started collecting all the cards you’d won from that round. Including an Ace and a ten from Sam when the door swung open. You flinched seeing Dean wobble in through the door. Your heartbeat started to gain speed. Sam looked between the two of you, knowing how Dean treated you and how you felt about him.
“Well if it isn’t thing 1 and thing 2.” Dean slurred before shutting the door a little too hard.
“Hello to you too Dean…” Sam grumbled before setting up his cards for the next round. Dean’s jaw ticked glaring at his brother. And then there was you…
You…
The little leach that somehow got roped into their family. You’d only been with them for five months and you were already John’s favorite. Anything you asked for, you got. If you and Sam broke curfew, no matter how late it was, you’d never get in trouble. And how was that fair? Why did Dean have to do everything right, but you got to make mistakes? You didn’t even have to hunt. You didn’t have to be involved.
But he did.
“Such a warm welcome for big brother Dean. And what about you (Y/N)? Gonna welcome me back?” Dean started to clunk his way over to the table you two were playing on.
“Welcome back Dean…” You whispered, not daring to look at him. He’d already made you cry this week, you were determined not to let it happen again. You hated feeling like a dumb little toddler crying at his harsh words.
“Awh, so sweet.” Dean said condescendingly. “Can’t even look at me though, can you?” You shuffled your cards again needing something to do with your hands.
“Dean….” Sam warned. His eyes were dark glaring at his older brother. Usually the most Dean would do was make off handed comments or be cold to you. Things never escalated this badly before, he’d never gone so far as to lay his hands on you.
“Look at me.” Dean grabbed your chin. It was a dominance thing. Sam knew, but you didn’t. You had no idea why he felt the need to single you out. Dean had absolutely no control over his life, but the one thing he could control was you. The one thing he could push around was you. You closed your eyes, dropping your head down willing your tears to go away, that you didn’t want them to see. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself.
“Dean, you’re drunk. We’re just playing a game so why don’t you go for a walk?” Sam spoke low. He knew if he got aggressive that Dean might react to that. Thankfully Dean let go of you. His eyes flited over the table inspecting the cards you were playing with.
“And where’d you get these?” He spoke to you again.
“Dad got them-”
“I didn’t ask you, I asked her. Where’d you get these?” Dean asked again. Your hands were clutched together, squeezing as tight as you could. You neck was starting to feel tight, your mouth tingly.
“John…he lifted them from a bar a few weeks ago…” You spoke quietly. Pins were pricking at your skin. Dean bitterly laughed and backed off from you.
“Of course he did…always got to get little princess what she wants huh?” The venom in Dean’s voice was deadly. It stung.
“Dude what is wrong with you?” Sam asked scooting his chair out. Dean made a face and pointed at himself.
“Me. You’re asking what’s wrong with me? You should be asking what’s wrong with this picture!” He growled. “Ever since we’ve been toting around this little brat, Dad’s been nothing but attentive to her. Whatever she wants she gets.” You buried your face in your hands, trying to remember a song you heard on the radio or the last movie you and Sam watched. Something felt wrong inside, everything was shaking.
“Dean her dad passed away- what were we supposed to do leave her on the curb?” Sam asked incredulously. He was baffled with how his brother was acting. Dean had always had a chip on his shoulder, always had something he needed to prove.
“All I’m sayin’ is that maybe if you’re little daddy wasn’t such a crap marksman we wouldn’t have to deal with you!” His voice was pointed at you, but you couldn’t see anything but black.
“Back off!” Sam stood up from his chair to put some space in between Dean and you. Even at fifteen he wasn’t quite to Dean’s height, but he was close.
“It’s not my fault her dad’s dead!" Your shaky legs carried you to the bathroom. Sam heard the lock click. Dean rolled his eyes as you ran away. Again.
“Nice job… asshole.” Sam sat back down in his chair.
“Ya know what? I’m not drunk enough to deal with this. Be back…..whenever.” Dean left just as soon as he arrived. Sam sat there for a moment wondering how things had gotten like this. Dean may have had a point that their dad gave you special attention, but for God sakes your dad died a horrible death to a werewolf. He wanted to make sure you were ok. You didn’t have any other family. John may be an absent father, but he wasn’t heartless. Sam was overjoyed when you joined them. He was always so protected by dad and brother, but now he got to do the protecting. He got to have a little sister to take care of.
And he loved every second of it.
Sam gathered the cards from the table, making sure to stack your deck and his separately before walking over to the bathroom.
“(Y/N)?” He spoke softly, hearing your quiet sobs. In the bathroom you were hunched over your knees trying not to throw up or cough from how hard you were crying.
“Yeah..?” You spoke grabbing toilet paper to dry your face.
“Are you ok?”
“..no.” Sam sighed, situating himself on the floor in front of the door.
“I’m really sorry about Dean… He’s just jealous.”
“About what?”
“That dad treats you like a daughter.”
“How’s that my fault?”
“It isn’t….he’s just being an asshole.”
“…Yeah..”
Sam slowly slid your deck and discard pile underneath the door. “We didn’t get to finish our game..” He heard you chuckle. The door unclicked. You were sitting on the cold floor, eyes and nose puffy and red. Sam smiled sadly. The weight he felt on his chest was unrivaled to anything he’d felt before. You were his little sister to protect. He should’ve intervened sooner… he should’ve spoken up louder.
“You want to lose that badly?” You offered a smile. Sam sat on the floor with you. “Is it ok if we stay in here? I don’t feel good…”
“Of course..” Sam started setting up your game again, just as you had it before.
The two of you spent the whole night in that bathroom.
“If I read any more I’m going to go blind…” Dean whined from his spot. The gang was currently visiting one of Sam’s Stanford friends to figure out what was going on with her brother. Sam was sure that his old friend didn’t murder anyone but Dean was less than convinced so you all took a trip to the local library to see if you could get any more information.
“I’m not a doctor but I’m pretty sure that’s now how it works.” Sam remarked across the table getting a laugh out of you. He bit back a smile hearing you laugh.
“How about I get us something eat huh? There’s a Mexican place down the street.” You suggested.
“I could go for some food.” Sam said. You got up from your chair and grabbed your purse.
“Ok, you guys look at the menu and text me.”
“Bless you little sister of mine, pick something good for me.” You smile at Dean and kiss him on the cheek before you leave. Dean watched as you walked away, feeling warm and content. When he turned back to his book Sam was staring at him.
“What was that?” He asked. Dean shrugged.
“What was what?” Dean dug back into the dusty old book he was saddled with and started flipping pages aimlessly.
“Nothing I guess….” Sam scoffed. “You two just seem very buddy-buddy.” The younger brother slouched into his chair avoiding his older brother’s gaze. Dean was trying his best not to laugh. This little boy really didn’t understand the tree he was barking up.
“Oh my gosh- are you jealous?” Dean sassed, putting on a fake pout. He was loving every fucking second of this. Finally it was he who was closer to you, to have something to dangle over Sam.
“No! I’m not- jealous.” Sam rolled his eyes. “She just seems a little….distant with me.” Silence settled over them, tension started to build.
“Dude,” Dean said. Sam looked up at him. “(Y/N) and I have been pretty much damn near alone two- two and a half years. No you, no dad. You completely ignored her and us for three years. Do you know how much you missed?” Sam could feel that guilty feeling gnawing at him.
“I’m sure a lot..”
“Yeah dude. A lot.” Dean stated. “Do you know who took her to her senior prom?” Sam shook his head no. “I did. And do you know who was the only person there for her at her highschool graduation or even when she got accepted into college?”
Sam really thought he was entitled to your affection and attention already huh? He hadn’t even been back for a couple weeks. Nothing was going to go back to the way that it was before, Dean worked hard to make sure that it wouldn’t… He put in so much effort to get to where he was with you now, meanwhile Sam thinks he can waltz back into your life and magically everything would be ok again.
“…You?” Sam muttered.
“Damn right, it was me.” Dean sighed knowing that his brother felt awful about how he’d reacted when he got accepted into Stanford. He knew that things were always a little complicated between him and dad and wasn’t surprised when he ended ties with John. But he never thought that Sam would cut you out as well. “Look… I don’t want to make this a thing, but if you want to make this better maybe just talk to the kid….” That was the last thing he said before going back to his book.
Sam sat there for a moment, processing everything that just occurred. He knew he needed to talk to you, but there was never a good time… He needed to fix this. He wanted his little sister back.
“You gonna be ok all by yourself here Sweetpea?” Dean asked. Him and Sam were readying up to kill the thing that had been terrorizing this patch of neighborhood. The boys figured out that it had been a shapeshifter killing these people. So the plan was for them to find the damn thing and for you to hang tight back in the motel.
“I’ve got two essays that are due by the end of the week so I’m sure I’ll be able to keep myself busy.” You said.
“Good, don’t answer the door to anyone unless…?” Dean asked.
“Unless I hear the ‘Funky Cold Medina’ got it.” You smirked, Dean matched you before ruffling your hair.
“Be safe ok?” Sam stared into your eyes.
“I will. Promise.”
Things had NOT gone as they had planned. Sam woke up with a start, water soaked his feet and rope bound his neck and hands. His brother-the shifter that stole his face came into view.
“Where is he?” Sam asked. His mind was going a million miles a minute trying to think of different scenarios on how to get out, where his brother was, and how they were going to kill the monster. The shifter smirked and circled him like a predator.
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about him…” Sam narrowed his eyes at the monster. “I’d worry about that little sister of yours…” His heart was squeezed with fear knowing that you were left vulnerable, and you wouldn’t see it coming either.
“Stay the fuck away from her.” The younger Winchester growled. The shifter smirked, knowing he found just the right place to poke.
“Ohh, protective huh? Not very convincing though.” “Dean” walked around gathering more supplies. “Ya know the more I learn about your family…I thought I came from a bad background.”
“What do you mean ‘learn’?” Sam asked. He watched as the shifter closed his eyes, put his hand to head and grimaced.
Oh god… if this thing had Dean’s memories, he could trick you into letting him in. And god knows what would happen if he was alone with you. You didn’t have any training. Sam was sure that you had an encyclopedic knowledge of the things they dealt with, but you weren’t built to fight. You didn’t stand a chance…
Memories flowed through the shifter’s consciousness. Some from this week, some from years ago. There was so much context missing that it would probably take the shifter months just to piece it all together.
“Why do you hate me?” You screamed.
“I don’t….I don’t hate you…” Dean muttered.
“Congratulations kid, I’m proud of you.” Dean patted your shoulder, seeing you smile bright your diploma.
“Sta-stop, I’m gonna tell my brother….” You slurred.
“Go ahead, call to him….”
“Wow….you sick freaks... Now I definitely need to meet this little ‘sister’ of yours.” The shifter teased. He seemed so pleased with himself. Sam tested his restraints again.
“I’ll kill you- if you lay a hand on her I’ll kill you.” Sam threatened. His teeth were bared like a wild animal. If given the chance he’d rip this thing’s neck apart. Dean smiled narrowly and walked towards him.
“But you won’t have a chance. Tell ya what, maybe you can pay for her therapy after I’m done with her…”
“Don’t kill her….” Sam shook his head.
“Oh I’m not gonna kill her. I’m just gonna do exactly what your brother wants to do to her….” Sam was slowly putting two and two together, his face twisted to pure disgust. A light blush colored Sam’s cheeks assuming what he wanted…
“No…shut up no he doesn’t…she’s our sister…” Sam reasoned with him. There was no way that Dean wanted you that way….Before he saw you as a nuisance and I guess now he sees you as a sister. But there was no way in hell that Dean would see you like…. That…
“Dean” chuckled darkly.
“But that wouldn’t stop you would it? She’s not blood related to you so technically it’s legal.”
“Dude any time you have to say ‘technically it’s legal’ it doesn’t look good....”
“Maybe I can tell you how tight your sister’s pussy is if you’re still alive when I get back. Even better, what if I fucked her and made you watch?”
“Shut the fuck up, stop talking.” Sam closed his eyes and hung his head.
“Touchy… but I have to ask, is it because she’s your sister- or because you’d want her first?” The shifter let the questions dangle in the air before he started walking away. Sam pulled at his restraints, trashing around to see if there was any chance he could get out.
It had been maybe two hours since your pseudo brothers left when a knock came to the door, it was the Funky Cold Medina you and Dean always used. You took off one of your headphones and paused what you were doing waiting for it again.
….
There it was again. The code. You slumped off your headphones and walked towards the door. The pit of your stomach felt like something was wrong. You silently padded towards the last step separating you from the door and peered in through the peephole. It was Dean, but no Sam.
Huh….
Ok. They might’ve split up for whatever reason. It wouldn’t have been the first time. You opened the door and were met with the smile of your brother.
“Oh- hey. Are you ok? Where’s Sam?” You asked letting Dean in. You walked back to your spot on the bed where your laptop was and heard the click of the door behind Dean. He just watched you. Took you in.
“We uh- had some cop trouble, needed to split up before the heat died down.” “Dean” spoke. What a tasty little thing you’d be, even all dressed up in pajamas that’d give him easy access. It was no wonder that either of your “step brothers” felt some weird way about you. You were the treat dangled in front of them, making it hard to resist with sleep shorts that flowed and showed the curve of your ass. Such a tease, you probably wanted this attention.
The plan he was shaping in his mind started to turn. Maybe he didn’t need to kill you right away. He could get some use out of you for a bit. God if he had a phone he’d record it… send it to that taller one to really piss him off.
You paid him no mind though, after all…this was your brother. You were safe with him. Dean sat next to you on your bed. Upon feeling the bed dip next to you, you closed your laptop and pushed it away.
“Everything ok?” You scooted back to give him more space to sit. “Dean” sighed and ran a hand down his face. He looked tense.
“I’m just… worried about Sammy… I don’t know if he got away from the cops in time…” He lamented. You put a hand on his shoulder.
“He’s a tough guy, I’m sure he’ll be ok. Is there anything I can do to help?” You asked. Dean looked up to you, meeting your eyes. And for a moment, he just stared. Like he was trying to formulate the right thing to say.
“Come here…” Dean opened his arms, welcoming you in for a hug. You took the opportunity and wrapped your arms around him. As you settled into the hug you laid your head on his shoulder taking in his scent. It was different… not bad, just not him. It wasn’t anything you recognized. “Dean” rubbed your back slowly. His hand wandered down to your waist and he pulled you closer. You gasped but paid it no mind.
“You’re always here for me little sister…” Dean’s low voice rumbled. His hand on your waist ever so slowly moved up, grazing the side of your chest that you chalked up to an accident. You two pulled back, and he was doing it again.
Just staring.
“Of course…” Dean gently traced your cheek, his other hand started to move higher on your thigh. Your face was heating up and your heartbeat sped up. This didn’t feel right…. Dean wasn’t like this. He felt….foreign for some reason.
“Ya know there is something….you could do to help me feel better.” “Dean” trailed off before moving his face close to yours to steal a kiss. His hands gripped your hips. You jerked back immediately feeling panic rise in your throat. His eyes were dark, filled with lust. Not the way an older brother should look at his younger sister. Dean looked like he wanted to have you in ways that most states would deem illegal.
“What are you doing?” You tried crawling backwards to get away from your older brother. His eyes darkened as he pulled you underneath him. You were so easily overpowered…
“Stop! What the fuck are you doing??” You struggled against his grasp as he held your wrists above you, but you knew you were no match for him physically. Dean was the one that got a constant workout from hunting all of those years. Even if his diet was atrocious, he could still hurt you all he wanted.
“Just what I’ve always thought about little sister..” Dean smirked. Your legs kicked from under him when you felt it... Pressed right up against your pelvis you felt his hardening cock. Your eyes widened.
“Dean! You don’t want to hurt me….you don’t want this!” You tried reasoning with him.
“Of course he does, or do you not remember North Carolina?”
He?
…North Carolina?
“What do you mean?” You cried. Dean ignored you for a moment, enjoying how his cock felt grinding against your little pussy. A growl rumbled from his throat against your ear. Your lips tightened as you shut your eyes.
“Oh you sweet little thing…” ‘Dean’ bet you were tight, bet you were a virgin. Maybe he could turn into you, see all the little things that made you tick and use them. “You really don’t know do you?” His lips kissed your neck. You cringed away from his affections, only managing to press your tits against his chest. “How many nights he’s been kept up because of you? Oh fuck…. How many times he’s thought of you while getting off?” Your older brother grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look into his green eyes.
This Dean kept saying ‘he’ instead of ‘I.’ He didn’t smell like he usually did…
“…You’re not him are you…?” You whispered. All he could do was laugh… He got quiet, moved closer to you.
“Does it matter? Sweetpea?” Dean whispered against your lips before pressing his lips to yours. The shifter could still tell that you had some fight left in you, so he pulled back. “Listen….this is how it's gonna go…I’m gonna do whatever I want with this tight little body…and if you fight me, I’ll snap your neck like a chicken bone…understood?” You nodded silently, keeping your eyes on him.
Your brother-
No the shifter,
Kissed you. But your brother kissed you…
And he even used the nickname Dean always called you…
“HEY!”
Loud shots and the door being kicked in rang through the room. Everything was happening at once. Someone was pulling you away from the limp body that now laid on the floor.
“(Y/N)? Are you ok?” Your hands frantically grabbed for something familiar.
“Leave, now. Leave now.” You sputtered out. Your mind was too frantic to construct a full sentence.
“Hey, it’s ok…it’s ok. I’ve got you.” Sam murmured as you wrapped yourself around him. Your entire body was shaking. You buried your head into his neck, surrounding yourself with him. Sam smoothed his hand over your hair and picked you up into his arms. His heart beat stronger feeling you so close to him. “You’re safe….” A weight was lifted from Sam’s shoulders, even if only temporary, just being able to hold you again.
“Get her out of here. I’ll take care of dark shadow here if you pack everything.” Dean ordered, wrapping the corpse of his doppelganger in bedsheets. “Damn dude, why’d you have to be so muscular huh?” Dean joked to himself. Sam nodded and walked you out to the car. He was careful setting you down in the backseat since you weren’t even wearing shoes. Sam started to pull out of the backseat of the car.
“Don’t leave…” You grabbed the sleeve of his jacket. Sam looked up and into your eyes. They were wide, filled with fear. “Please…”
“I’ve got to help Dean, but I can stay here for a moment.” Sam situated himself into the backseat with you, just like how it was when you were kids. You hugged your knees and laid your forehead on his shoulder. “What did he do…” Sam whispered. His mind thought back to what the thing had said to him before, and he was hoping that at least by the looks of it that the shifter didn’t succeed. Your mouth opened and closed. What was real? What was a lie? You sifted through all the different things you could say to Sam. None of them seemed to be the right thing. You didn’t feel confident in saying any of them. What if the shifter was just being a creep? Monsters weren’t exactly known for telling the truth.
“You really don’t know do you?”
“Of course he does, or do you not remember North Carolina?”
“Just what I’ve always thought about little sister…”
“He tried to be Dean, but…something was wrong and he tried to pin me down….and..”
“How many nights he’s been kept up because of you?”
“I don’t know…” You muttered. “He wasn’t making any sense…I’m just glad you guys were there before he could hurt me…” Sam didn’t push any further….
The night was pretty silent from then on. The body was disposed of, everything was packed, and now here you all were on the rode again. You still didn’t have your shoes on in the backseat. Dean’s music played quietly.
“Can…can I…” You spoke up catching their attention. “It’s stupid…but can I move up to the front with you guys?” You asked fiddling with your hands in your lap.
“Let me pull over.”
“Of course.”
Dean pulled over on some dirt road to let you crawl over the seat to come to the front. He looked over you again, checking for marks or scratches but he couldn’t find any. Neither of you would say anything. The older Winchester had an inkling that there was something he didn’t know. But it was all overshadowed by the fact that someone with his face tried to hurt you. Rules he’d placed upon himself told him to not try and put a hand on you even if only to comfort you. Dean wouldn’t be able to see you flinch away from him, even if it wasn’t him who actually did it. He couldn’t stand it. So he let Sam have your attention, as much as it annoyed him.
You laced your hand in Sam’s arm and laid your head on his shoulder.
His shoulder. Not Deans.
For the rest of the ride you slept on him like this. You two weren’t in sync yet, but this was a start…
It was a start to getting to know you again, and that’s all Sam could ask for.
Uh hey you. so. it’s been a hot minute since I’ve posted anything. I’ve been meaning to make time to continue writing my eddie x Vampire Slayer! reader fic but things have been a tad insane. I’ve been going through some really tough roommate struggles that forced me to move out in the middle of our lease and lets just say that every day felt like a soap opera with how my roommate was behaving lol. I also adopted a kitten! and my older cat is uh... less than enthusiastic about his existence.
Moving forward i want to keep writing this eddie x reader fic but i want to rework it so things flow better. I don’t want to give anything away but i’m more excited with where i think this edit is going to go. I’m also looking for someone to beta read (is that the term?) the chapters before i post them to make sure there aren’t any typos/just someone to bounce ideas off of. Honestly i’m just looking for buddies to geek about Stranger Things and writing to about lol
....and also send a million photos of my kitten to
Hmu!
...also how does one make their page look nice i need help
This person writes fanfic about real life musicians from the 60s, including mpreg. They’re also openly homophobic. Someone made a post joking about Davy Jones from the band The Monkees being gay and OP went off on them about how disrespectful it is to headcanon real life people who are still alive as being gay. OP’s inbox got flooded by people pointing out that they themselves write fic about actual real life people who are still alive being mpreg’d but they insist it’s totally different you guys I swear and had a meltdown.
Also, the fic isn’t actually about Paul McCartney, it’s about Paul Simon from Simon & Garfunkel being impregnated by Lily Tomlin.
Chapter 1: You recently moved to the sleepy town or Hawkins with some business to take care of. You need to keep a low profile but a certain group of kids have focused their attention on you due to the suspicions of Dustin. Will they figure out who you are? Or what you are?
Word Count: 1024 (Just getting started)
Chapter 2: Now that the kids have made contact with you, they want to know everything to determine whether or not you pose a threat. Max is the one you’ll have to try the hardest to prove yourself to.
Word Count: 1,145
Warnings: Scars
Chapter 2 - Prove It
“So you’re a superhero?” Lucas asked. You smiled to yourself and looked to your lap.
“No I’m a Slayer.”
“What’s the difference?” Max spoke up.
Once you were able to calm everyone down and gain their trust, they had a million questions for you. Why are you here? Were you sent here? If so, who sent you here?
“Look let me just start from the beginning,” You sat up from the loveseat you claimed in the living room. “A Slayer is a girl who is chosen to fight monsters. The Slayer’s powers descended from a demon thousands of years ago when a group called The Shadowmen kidnapped a local girl and gave her the demon’s powers. Once a Slayer dies, a new one is born. It could happen at any moment any day. It’s like a light switch and you just turn on. Some people it feels like a tickle and other people get laid out for a few days.” You looked around the room, gauging their reactions to see how you should proceed. Dustin was looking at you with a face of childlike wonder. His eyes were sparkling and smile wide as he listened to you talk. His elbows were on his knees, leaning forward just to make sure he caught every word.
“That is so cool…”
Meanwhile there were varying, more concerned and suspicious, looks around the room. Lucas had his head in his heads, trying to not let his brain melt like cheese. You had given him more information in those five minutes alone, than he had ever received in his entire life.
“So wait… you’re telling me that you’re sole purpose is defeat monsters?” Mike asked. You smacked your lips and nodded.
“Pretty much.”
“Did you get a choice in any of this?”
“Uhh, not really?” You offered him a sad smile in an attempt to comfort him. Mike’s brows were furrowed as he stared holes into your carpet. “I was called when I was fifteen. The Council found me and started training soon after.”
“What are you doing here though?” Max was looking at you now. She believed in the paranormal or supernatural now, however you wanted to frame it, but this was a lot. The redhead was scanning over you, trying to get any information she could assume. Your arms were exposed by the tank you were wearing, showing muscle built up over the years and scars earned through experience. There was even a scar on your eyebrow leaving a slit. You had definitely been through your own fair share of spooky nonsense.
“Hawkins seems to be a hot spot for the supernatural, recently anyway. But when your friend, Eleven, opened the gate it made a sort of a hell mouth if you will.” Lucas, Mike, and Dustin all shared knowing looks with each other remembering when all of this had started. When they started explaining everything that had been going on in Hawkins, the timeline of events was making more and more sense.
“The Council is trying to spread out people who know about the supernatural. To help protect citizens, and to help newly turned creatures with rehabilitation centers. There aren’t many…but we’re growing. I’m here to protect you.” Everyone was processing the new information you threw at them. You looked over to Eddie, who had been quiet this entire time. He was leaned back all the way in his chair, legs crossed and arms folded. None of the muscles of his face moved, he was just frozen in time staring off into the universe. “You doing ok champ?” Eddie shook his head bringing him out of his trance like state.
“What? Yeah, I’m good. Totally good.” He went back into his trance. He was anything but good. This beautiful amazon woman was leaving him speechless. Not only could you break him like a toothpick, but you had Bathory’s latest record playing in the background. It was taking every ounce of control in him to not find the nearest jewelry store to find an engagement ring to offer you.
“Is there anything coming that we have to worry about?” The redhead asked.
“Nothing huge other than the typical one off monster sightings. I’m just here to prevent anything like that happening.” You leaned back into your chair crossing your legs. “Plus living in a small town helps to keep a low profile so nobody discovers my true identity. Well…more than who’s in this room.”
The room was unmoving. You could tell they needed some more time to process things. “I’m….gonna order us some pizza while you guys take everything in.” You chuckled to yourself and headed towards the kitchen.
“So….” Max started. “What do you guys think?”
“She’s beautiful, she’s a metalhead, and she’s buying us pizza yet you’re still suspicious of her Max? Grow up.” Eddie said finally waking up from his trance. The redhead pointed a glare at him before looking to the other boys.
“I think she checks out.” Dustin said.
“I mean we’ve seen a lot of bonkers stuff, but should we believe her? It just seems so….complicated.” Lucas proposed.
“What else can we ask her?” Mike asked. It was hard to prove a negative, but there had to be a positive that could prove that you were telling the truth.
“Pizza should be here in a half hour.” You walked back into the room.
“How can we trust that you’re telling the truth? Can you show us something concrete that will make us believe you?” Max’s head was starting to spin. She either wanted you to prove that you were on their side or leave immediately so they can figure out how to deal with you and she was running out of patience. You sat on the arm of your chair and crossed your arms pausing for a moment.
“Well….I do have one thing.” Their ears perked up.
“What is it?” Your hands squeezed your arms.
“I have a mark of the Slayer, on my back. Here.” You took a deep breath. This wasn’t going to end in burning at the stake. Once you took care of this you wouldn’t have to worry anymore. You pulled the neck of your shirt over your head, keeping your arms in the holes to keep yourself covered. Anything you could’ve said wouldn’t have prepared them to see your mark. It was like a scar. White and pinkish raised skin that created a symbol. It could’ve been makeup, but it looked too real. It looked almost as if there was a pulsing glow of the symbol, like a heartbeat. That was the smoking gun that Max was looking for. You pulled your shirt back down and turned to them.
“Does that prove it? I also have a million scars from different fights.” You offered with a smirk.
“No….No I think that’ll do it.” Max smiled at you.
A/N: Haha! Jokes on you it’s a Buffy the Vampire Slayer crossover because I have an unhealthy obsession with that show. Also moving forward there will be more Eddie in the chapters i promise i just wanted to get their meeting out of the way before i start getting into the meat of things.
Chapter 1: You recently moved to the sleepy town or Hawkins with some business to take care of. You need to keep a low profile but a certain group of kids have focused their attention on you due to the suspicions of Dustin. Will they figure out who you are? Or what you are?
Word Count: 1024 (Just getting started)
Chapter 2: Now that the kids have made contact with you, they want to know everything to determine whether or not you pose a threat. Max is the one you’ll have to try the hardest to prove yourself to.
Word Count: 1,145
Warnings: None...?
Chapter 1 - Newcomer
“Dustin, can you tell me why we’re here again?” Lucas asked, beginning to regret saying yes to this mission. Gravel and rocks from ground were digging into his knees. They had been here for what felt like forever.
“We’re investigating a possible black widow killer.” Dustin said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Max rolled her eyes and scoffed. The only reason she was even here was because of her own worries. Somehow the curly haired boy had convinced them to come on this mission. A month ago, you had moved to town and people all around town, and nearby, were going missing. Dustin thought he even saw a body in the back of your car at some point. After everything that went down with Vecna over spring break he couldn’t bring himself to be careless and let it go. He needed to turn over every rock and check every lead, just to make sure that they truly were safe this time. So here the gang was, hiding in the bushes and trees of your lawn covering their clothes in dirt and burs to try and catch something incriminating.
“And how many people did you see her kill?” Max asked with a skeptical glance. Dustin felt a ping of annoyance. How many times did he have to be right for his friends to just trust him for once? Last time he checked, he was always right so moving forward they should just believe everything he says until he dies. God’s most knowledgeable profit, but his least convincing soldier.
“Eddie back me up on this please.” Dustin requested.
“Look I didn’t see her do anything, but I did see her leave with someone who went missing soon after.” The metalhead raised his hands in defense and left it at that.
“That’s cirumstancial,” Mike started.
“At best.” Max finished.
“Will you guys shut up and let me focus?” Dustin adjusted his binoculars and scanned over the windows one more time. Only one light was on, in your living room but he didn’t see any sign of a struggle or even your shadow to indicate that you were even home. “I’m not getting anything. We’re gonna have to sneak in.”
“And how do you plan on doing that?”
The group jumped back at the intrusive voice that none of them recognized. You stood with a grin on your face leaning up against one of the many trees.
“I-uh.” Mike stuttered. Shit they had been had. They had to react quickly if they were going to get out of this alive, or without you calling the cops on them
“We were coming to-”
“Welcome you to town!” Lucas finished Dustin’s sentence. The others were nodding their heads agreeing. You blinked twice and gave them a look.
“No please, I wanna see what your plan to get into my house was gonna be.” You said with a sinister look. The kid’s hearts were sinking. There were five of them and one of you, but they didn’t know if you had any weapons hidden on your person. If you had a knife they could dog pile you, but that still risked one or more of them getting stabbed. Something none of them had on the to do list for today. What was your background? Did you have any previous training? Max was calculating which of the group would be the easiest to trip so she could make a run for it. Her money was on Mike and his stupid long limbs.
You took a step forward towards the group, an intimidating aura surrounded you. Things were turning out to be a lot more serious than they were previously expecting. Twigs broke as the group started to back up, more and more as you pursued them.
“We can leave. And like, never come back.” Max offered. Mike and Lucas vocally agreed.
“I don’t know….” You stalked closer. “I might have to take one of you to make sure you don’t tell anyone about what I’m up to.” Your eyes narrowed as you looked them over one by one, sizing them up. This was it.
“We won’t tell anyone!”
“We promise…”
Your eyes flitted to Eddie, he shifted his weight on either foot as you looked him up and down. “Maybe I’ll take the long haired one…keep him in my basement as my little pet.” Eddie’s eyes widened. Had he not been so scared in the moment he knew he’d definitely be sporting a blush right now.
“Yes you should definitely do that.”
“EDDIE!” They shouted. He made a pointed look at them, then back at you holding his hands out like he was going to be cuffed.
“If this is what I have to do to keep you kids safe….then this is what has to happen.” Eddie held his head high and voice never wavered. Plus being the pet for a pretty new girl in town didn’t sound so bad. The sound of them arguing almost made your laughter unheard. They shared looks with each other before turning their attention to you again.
“I’m not going to kidnap anyone!” You chuckled some more to yourself.
“So I’m not going to be your pet thing you keep in the basement and makeout with time to time?” Eddie asked suddenly feeling deflated. Dustin smacked him on the shoulder.
“No! I’ve actually been meaning to talk to you guys anyway come on.” You walked out of the brush and started towards your house when none of them followed. “Well?”
“How do we know that we can trust you? What happened to Mr. Lin?” Dustin asked. You took a breath and sighed.
“He’s currently in a rehabilitation center and serving for the murder of three girls from nearby schools.” You explained.
“He’s a murderer?”
“Well actually he was a vampire praying on teenage girls but tomato tomatoe ya know?” You ignored their pestering questions and herded them into your house. This was going to be a long night, but it was easier to talk to them this way than form a bond naturally through going to sporting events and school fundraisers. Someone had to keep this town and neighboring ones safe and now it was your job to take care of things.
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