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Growing Up, Winchester

Dean x Daughter!Reader, Sam x Niece!Reader, Cas x Reader (platonic)

Age 1: First Words

Dean had always imagined that his daughter’s first words might be something like “Dad” or even “Sam,” given how much time she spent with her uncle. Instead, her first word was something that made Dean laugh out loud with pride.

“Car!” she babbled one day, tugging at the tiny Impala toy Dean had given her. She said it again, louder this time, clapping her hands. Dean’s grin was unstoppable.

“Atta girl,” he said, scooping her up. “That’s my girl! First words, and she’s already on her way to appreciating Baby.”

Sam shook his head, chuckling. “You know, most kids start with something a little more… typical.”

“Typical?” Dean repeated, feigning offense. “She’s a Winchester. We don’t do typical around here.”

Age 6: Losing Her First Tooth

Years later, Y/N came running to her dad, a bit of worry mingled with excitement on her face. She wiggled her bottom front tooth, which was barely holding on.

“It’s loose, Dad! Is it supposed to be like that?” she asked, her eyes wide.

Dean crouched down, inspecting her tooth like it was a top-level case. “Looks like you got your first loose tooth, kiddo. You know what this means?”

She nodded. “Tooth fairy?”

Dean chuckled, ruffling her hair. “You got it. But don’t worry. It’ll fall out when it’s ready.”

Sure enough, a few days later, she lost it while eating pancakes Sam made. She raced over to show them, proudly holding the tiny tooth in her palm.

“Way to go!” Sam cheered. “Guess we better get ready for a visit from the tooth fairy tonight.”

That night, Dean tucked her in and, after she was fast asleep, slipped a dollar under her pillow, feeling a bittersweet pang of watching his little girl grow up.

Age 8: Watching Scooby-Doo with Dean

One of Dean’s favorite traditions was their Saturday morning Scooby-Doo marathons. The bunker was usually quiet then, and Y/N loved cuddling up with him on the couch to watch the cartoon.

Dean would tell her stories of “the time they met the Scooby Gang for real,” and Y/N would gasp and beg for more details. She’d laugh whenever he did his Shaggy impression and loved how he’d always lean forward whenever there was a mystery to solve.

One day, she looked up at him, brow furrowed. “Dad, do you think we’ll ever hunt a ghost like that?”

Dean chuckled, ruffling her hair. “Kid, we’ve hunted things way scarier than Scooby-Doo ghosts. But who knows? Maybe we’ll stumble across one of these guys someday.”

“I think Uncle Sammy would be Shaggy.”

“Why?” Dean chuckled as he looked back at his daughter.

“He’s tall.”

When the whole “Scoobynatural” fiasco occurred, Y/N had just turned 17. Though she wasn’t that 8 year old anymore, meeting the gang sure brought out her inner child. Especially when Fred kept flirting with her much to the dismay of Sam, Dean, and Cas

Age 10: Needing Stitches

Hunting was a dangerous life, and Y/N learned that sooner rather than later. One evening, while running around the bunker, she tripped and hit her leg on the edge of a table, cutting it deep enough that she needed stitches.

Sam got out the supplies, and Dean gently sat her down on the bed, but Y/N, panicked and crying, immediately started thrashing and trying to pull away. “No! No needles!” she screamed.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Dean said, trying to calm her down, but her fear was too strong. Finally, he had to hold her arms down, while Sam gently but firmly held her leg steady to stitch it up. She cried the whole time, struggling against them.

Castiel, watching from the doorway, finally came over, placing a gentle hand on her head. “Y/N, I promise, you’re safe. This is just a little pain, and it will pass soon. Your father and uncle won’t let anything happen to you.”

It seemed to help. She kept her eyes closed and whimpered as Sam finished the stitches, Dean gently patting her shoulder. When it was over, they all sat with her, comforting her until she was calm again.

Age 14: Explaining Gilmore Girls to Cas

When Y/N hit her teen years, her favorite show became Gilmore Girls. One evening, Castiel found her watching it in the bunker’s library as she was singing along to the iconic Carole King theme song.

“What is this?” he asked, tilting his head with a curious expression.

“It’s Gilmore Girls,” she explained, smiling. “It’s about this mom and daughter and their lives in this small town.” Y/N pointed at the screen which showed a scene with Rory Gilmore and Dean Forester.

Cas watched for a moment before raising an eyebrow. “Why does this character, Dean, look like Sam?”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, trying to hold it in. “That’s not Sam, Cas. He’s just an actor.”

Castiel nodded, though he still looked slightly suspicious. “It’s uncanny. Are you sure he’s not an alternate version of Sam?”

Y/N patted his arm. “Positive, Cas. Trust me.”

Age 16: Caught Sneaking Out

Y/N’s rebellious streak showed itself more and more as she grew older. One night, thinking she could sneak out without anyone noticing, she tiptoed toward the bunker’s exit. She’d barely made it out the door when a voice cut through the darkness.

“Y/N Winchester, get your butt back here,” Dean called, his tone brooking no argument.

Y/N froze, knowing she’d been caught. Before she could even think of a way out, Dean was there, grabbing her around the waist and tossing her over his shoulder effortlessly. She protested, pounding on his back, but Dean only chuckled.

“You think I don’t know all the tricks? I invented them, sweetheart.”

He carried her all the way back to her room, setting her down with a warning look. “No more sneaking out, you hear me?”

Y/N huffed but nodded, knowing she was caught fair and square. Dean softened, ruffling her hair. “Next time, just ask. I’m not as scary as you think.”

Age 17: Driving the Impala

Finally, the day came when Y/N turned 17, and Dean decided it was time she learned how to drive the Impala. She couldn’t have been more excited as she climbed behind the wheel, her dad sitting shotgun with Sam and Cas in the backseat.

“Now, remember,” Dean said, his tone serious, “you’re not just driving any car. This is Baby. You treat her with respect, got it? She’s practically your mother.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled. “Yes, Dad. Got it.”

They drove down an empty road, and after a few cautious miles, she started feeling comfortable, pressing a little harder on the gas. Sam teased her about being careful, while Cas watched out the window, seemingly fascinated by the passing scenery.

Dean turned on the radio, and “Hey Jude” by The Beatles started to play. Y/N lit up, glancing at her dad with a grin, and he started singing along with Paul McCartney. Soon, Sam joined in, and finally, even Cas tried humming along.

“Na-na-na, na-na-na-na!” they all sang together, and Y/N felt a swell of happiness, caught up in the joy of the moment with her family.

By the time they pulled back into the bunker, Dean’s smile was wider than ever. “Not bad, kid,” he said, ruffling her hair.

As they got out, Y/N felt a deep, warm sense of belonging. This family, this strange and chaotic life—they might not have been typical, but they were hers, and she wouldn’t trade a single moment.

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Not On My Watch

Dean Winchester x Daughter!Reader, Sam Winchester x Niece!Reader, Castiel x Reader (platonic)

The men of letters bunker was unusually quiet. All except for the conversation in the war room between the Winchester brothers and Castiel, and the soft sound of the bare footsteps of 17 year old Y/N Winchester as she snuck through the labyrinth hallways with her favorite pair of heels clutched in her hand.

Y/N carefully makes her way past her dad and uncles rooms in hopes of them not catching her. She couldn’t afford to be caught. Tonight she was going to be a normal teen. She was attending the local high schools prom with her friends. Of course, she knew that Dean would freak out if he knew that she was quite popular within the Kansas teens. He wanted to keep her a secret along with their life, but is being hidden from the world the best way to live?

Will all of these thoughts running through the girls head, she didn’t even acknowledge that Sam and Dean weren’t in their rooms but in the war room right next to her.

All Y/N had to do was make it up the stairs and she was free. Just a gotta make it through the war room…

“Y/N, what are you doing?” A monotone voice came from behind her along with a firm grasp on her shoulder.

Y/N instinctively swung her pretty black heels at the figure, but her wrist was caught, and she noticed that the sudden figure was none other than Castiel.

“Cas, let me go! I need to do this!” She wretched her arm away and took a few careful steps away from the angel.

“Do what? I don’t think your father would be happy with you sneaking out and dressed like that.” Cas stepped towards her and took in her appearance. Y/N was in an emerald green ballgown styled dress that had a neckline that highlighted her ‘goddess’ sized breasts

“Close your mouth, Cas. You’ll catch a fly.” Y/N smirked and began to walk towards the war room.

“That is not appropriate attire.”

He practically stared into her soul with his growing disappointment and disapproval.

“Never said I’m wearing it for you.” Y/N scoffed as she flashed her signature snarky Winchester smile.

Y/N however wasn’t as quiet as she thought and caught the attention of the remaining members of Team Free Will.

“Y/N?” The deep voice of one, Dean Winchester, rang out through the bunkers corridors as him and Sam approach the pair.

“Ugh, Dammit.” The teen ran her hands over her face as she turned around to face her awaiting father.

“Where the hell are you going?” Dean placed his hands firmly on his hips.

“I’m going to prom with some friends.” Y/N matched Deans pose as she planted her fists on her hips.

“What friends? You don’t have any your age.” Sam scoffed from behind Dean and Y/N shot him a firm glare.

“It might be a shock to you, but not all of my friends are hunters and ancient like you are.” Y/N mocked and began to push her way past the Winchesters.

“Uh-uh, rugrat. Go change. You’re not going anywhere.” Dean caught her arm and pushed her in the direction of her room.

“Oh, I’ll find a way to go.” She sneered as she rubbed her arm from where he gripped her.

“I would love to see you try. It would be good practice for Sam and I.” Dean matched her attitude.

“Game on, old man.” Y/N left the men and skipped of to her room to plan her escape.

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Goodnight Kisses

Dean’s 4 year old daughter can’t sleep until her daddy kisses her goodnight.

4 year old little Y/N Winchester is 100% a daddy’s girl, but sometimes Dean gets so invested in a case that he forgets that Y/N needs her daddy. Even if it’s just for a hug or a simple kiss goodnight: Hi, Unka Sammy!!” The vibrant 4 year old waved her chubby little hand at her giant of an uncle. “Hey, sweetheart. Why aren’t you in bed?” Sam, ever the sweetest to her, crouched down to her level. “Daddy didn’t kiss me goodnight, and he says that it’s the only way to have good dreams, Sammy!” She waved her hands around. “Come on, honey. Let’s go find him.” Sam scooped his niece into his arms and she immediately hooked her arms around his neck. Sam carried the little girl into the Bunkers map room where Dean was sitting with a beer and book in his hand. “Daddy?” Sam set her down and she waddled over to the oldest Winchester. “Daddy? Helloooo?” She waved her hands around, not realizing that he had earbuds in with Zeppelin blasting in his ears. “DADDY!!” She screamed and tugged at his jeans. “Finally”, she thought as her dad took out his earbuds and picked her up to sit in his lap against his chest. “Why aren’t you in bed, young lady?” Dean questioned with a teasing smile. “You never kissed me goodnight.” Y/N’s eyes began to water as she thought that Dean was mad at her. “No, don’t cry, kiddo. I was kidding. Did I really forget?” Y/N wiped her tears from her eyes as she nodded her head, her blonde hair falling in front of her face. Dean turned her around so she was sitting directly facing him and he cradled her small face and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Now will you go to bed?” Y/N fell into his embrace and rested her head on his shoulder. “Can you sing Hey Jude to me, daddy? I like it when you sing.” Dean smiled at his daughter as the rose from his chair and began walking to her room. “Of course, your highness.” He spoke in a exaggerated British accent, making Y/N giggle. “Can you stay with me too? I always feel better when you hold me.” Y/N rubbed her tired eyes and began playing with Deans hair as he laid her down under her covers. “Anything for you, Princess.”

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Dean: Hey, Y/N? Why don’t monsters eat ghosts?

Y/N: (rolling her eyes) Why, dad?

Dean: Because they taste like sheet!!

Sam: Dad jokes? Seriously? When did you turn so old and ancient?

Dean: (rolling up his newspaper and walking Sam on the head with it) SHUT UP, SAMMY!!

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Being Dean Winchester’s Daughter Would Include

1.) Dean teaching you how to drive in the impala, but he’s scared that either of his babies would get hurt so he would make up any excuse for you never to get behind a wheel. This of course ended with Dean catching you and Sam in a driving lesson and you both got yelled at for hours.

2.) Ever since you were in pigtails, Dean would always call you nicknames like “Kiddo”, “Rugrat”, or “Princess”. Your Uncle Sam would keep it rather traditional with “Sweetheart”,“Honey”, or your least favorite “Lil’ Dean”.

3.) Your dad and uncle would make lasting friendships through the years, but would hide them from you because they know that if you get attached, then it’ll break your little heart if they died.

4.) Dean taught you his music taste and basically forbid you to obsess over Bieber or Katy Perry, but you didn’t necessarily ‘love’ his hard rock music taste. You tended to favor Sam’s favorites such as The Beatles, Wings, and the Traveling Wilburys, but Dean got you hooked on Queen, Creedence Clearwater Revival, and David Bowie.

5.) If either your dad or uncle were killed on a hunt or by whoever, they made a deal to take you in no matter what the circumstances were because they would never abandon you like John would.

6.) If you were ever hurt or sick, Dean and Sam would put on this whole show of Dr. Dad and Nurse Sammy. They would dress up in scrubs and check you over all while keeping a playful charade. Your final treatment would always be 20 extra cc’s of tickles and of course rest. Unlucky for you, this carried on well into your teenage years even if they had to drag you down to the infirmary to do so.

7.) You always understood that family doesn’t end in blood. When you were a little girl that reached up to just below their knees, you had the best family you could remember. Uncle Cas was always around and would let you put makeup on him and style his hair, but little did you know that you taught Castiel how to open his heart to people especially to a little girl. That came in handy when he sacrificed himself for the sake of you and Jack against the empty. Then of course you had Grandpa Bobby, or “GrandBob”. Bobby would come off as a nasty old grump to everyone else, but to you he would do anything you said. He practically raised Sam and Dean, but you were different than they were at your age. Bobby saw you as Dean’s precious baby girl who deserved the sun, moon, and stars. And damn-it, he would lasso the biggest star in the sky if you asked him to. You grew up with many amazing men who would do anything to keep you happy, but no one compared to Jack. You were 16 when Jack was born and unlike your dad and uncle in the beginning, you did everything in your power to protect him from your family. You actually helped Jack run away when he was first new, but you knew damn well and Dean dragged your ass back to the bunker once him and Sam tracked you both down. After Dean finally cam around to your side and chose to accept Jack as a member of the family, it made it easier for you to get closer with the devils son. You both were never romantically involved, but your were destined to the two half’s of a whole. He was your Westley and you were his Buttercup. However, Dean wasn’t too happy with seeing you and Jack getting all buddy-buddy, but Sam convinced him that this was really the first friendship you ever had. All through your life, you realized that you had a huge family that loved you, and you loved them in return always.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Y/N age 6

“Daddy, would you still love me if I was bad and mean like Lucifer was to you and Uncle Sammy?”

“Kiddo, I would still love you if you told me that you completely wrecked the Impala”

“That must mean a lot because Sammy told me that you love ‘Baby’ more than anything.”

“You’re my real baby. I will always chose you over a stupid car. But don’t tell Sammy that because it always makes him mad.”

“I love you too, Daddy. I love you more than all of the stars in the sky.”

“I love you more, Princess. With all my heart and each and every grain of sand”

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The Princess Bride (Supernatural Edition) ~ Cast

Westley - Jack Kline

Princess Buttercup - Y/N L/N

Inigo Montoya - Dean Winchester

Fezzik - Sam Winchester

Vizzini - Crowley

Prince Humperdinck - Lucifer

Count Rugen - Azazel

The Albino - Castiel

Miracle Max - Gabriel

Valerie - Rowena

King - John Winchester

Queen - Mary Winchester

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Dr. Dad & Nurse Sammy

DeanxDaughter!Reader, SamxNiece!Reader

Dean Winchester’s six-year-old daughter, Y/N, is playing with her toys, but she looks tired and bored. She sighs and looks up at her father, her sweet smile faded.

“Hey, sweetheart. What’s wrong?” Dean looked down at the girls tired eyes.

“I’m bored, Daddy.” Y/N reached her arms up in hopes of being held.

“Bored? That’s no good. This calls for Doctor Dad and Nurse Sammy.” Dean scoops her up and placed her down on the table that the brothers were sat at.

Sam looks up from his book, grinning as he catches on.

Castiel enters the room, looking confused.

“Dean, Y/N doesn’t need a medical procedure. If she did, wouldn’t she need anesthesia?” Cas approaches the Winchesters, his eyes never leaving the 6 year old.

“Trust me, Cas. This is a different kind of surgery.” Dean gently grasps her shoulders and lays her down on the table, with her head resting on a pillow Sam has placed.

“Alright, Doctor Dad. Shall we prep the patient?” Sam took his place next to his brother.

“Absolutely, Nurse Sammy.” Dean brushed his daughters loose hairs out of her face.

Dean gently cups his hand over Y/N’s mouth.

“Now, sweetheart I need you to count backwards from 10, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy.” Y/N giggled as she kicked her dangling feet playfully.

“Here we go. Ten... nine... eight...”

Y/N counts down with him, her eyes closing as she gets into the game.

“And... she’s sedated. Ready to start.”

Sam and Dean begin their playful “surgery,” using mock medical terminology.

“Prepping the area... Scalpel.” Sam placed two fingers gently on the crease of her smile.

They both gently poke and prod at her, causing her to giggle more.

“I think we need 20 cc’s of tickles, stat.” Sam turned to Dean.

“Agreed. Administering the tickle dose.” Dean tickles Y/N’s stomach, and her laughter fills the room.

“Daddy, stop! I’m better now!” The 6 year old pushed their hands away, giggling uncontrollably.

“Not so fast, young lady. You just went through a very delicate surgery. You need to rest.” He gently pushes her back down as she tries to sit up.

“No moving. Doctor’s orders.” He pointed a finger at his daughter.

Castiel watches from the side with a mixture of confusion and amusement.

“Is she cured now?” The angel questioned.

“By the look of that smile, I’m happy in saying that the surgery was a success.” Dean answered, as he cradled his daughter against his chest and made his way to her bedroom. Hoping to finish a perfect day with a movie night.

~Ten Years Later~

Y/N, now 16, is sitting at the kitchen table, looking gloomy and depressed. Dean, Sam, and Castiel notice her mood.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” Dean whispered, gaining the attention of his younger brother and angel companion.

“Doctor Dad and Nurse Sammy make a comeback?” Sam questioned, a Cheshire grin across his face.

“Dean, Y/N’s not a little kid anymore. I don’t think she’ll be very open.” Cas spoke up.

“Trust me, Cas. This is exactly what she needs.” The green eyed man patted the angel’s shoulder and snuck up behind the seat that his daughter was sitting in.

“Gotcha!” Dean yelled as she wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist and hauled her against his chest.

“Dad! What are you doing?!”

“It’s important, kiddo. It seems that your smile is in need of reconstruction.” Dean grinned as he carried her down the long hallway of the bunker, leading to the infirmary.

Sam joins them, grinning. Y/N struggles furiously, but Dean’s grip is firm.

“Come on, Abby. It’s for your own good.” Sam gently placed his hand on his niece’s shoulder in attempt to calm her down.

They drag her to the infirmary, where the room is set up like an operating theater. Y/N’s eyes widen in disbelief.

“Are you serious?” She yelled in shock.

“Deadly serious. Nurse Sammy, prep the patient.” Dean handed his daughter off to Sam as if she was a rag doll .

Sam lifts her up and places her on the infirmary bed, in constant dodging of her flailing legs and arms.

“Hold still, my little stubborn patient.” Dean takes her wrists in his hands as he tries to hold her down.

“This is ridiculous!” The teenager’s attempts to escape never ceasing.

“It seems we have no choice. Alright, Sammy. 20 cc’s of tickles.”

Dean tickles her like he used to when she was 6. Despite her stubborn and defiant charade, Y/N starts laughing.

“Stop it, Dad!” She begs as her laughter overpowers her words.

They finally let her sit up, and Y/N’s mood has visibly improved.

“Remember, you need a lot of rest after such a delicate surgery.” Dean grabbed her hands and helped her off of the bed.

“You guys are ridiculous.” She giggled as she rolled her eyes, happy to have such caring people in her life.

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I’m Not Your Little Girl Anymore

DeanxDaughter!Reader, SamxNiece!Reader

Y/N Winchester is a brilliant huntress.

One of the best out there…

But that’s always what has been expected of her.

She’s a WINCHESTER.

A Winchester always follows through with a hunt.

A Winchester is always the hero.

A Winchester is always a leader.

But that’s not what Y/N only wanted anymore.

“She doesn’t listen to me anymore, Sam! No matter how hard I try to get her to listen.” The famous hunter, Dean Winchester sits at the Bunker’s map table, his face in his hands.

“Y/N’s 16, Dean. She wants to be a teenager. You’re too stubborn to realize it because Dad never let you.” The younger Winchester, Sam, pointed out as he leaned back into his own chair with a beer in hand.

Suddenly, the Bunker’s main door creaks open, and Y/N Winchester, a teenager with flowing golden hair and a freckled face came tip toeing down the steps.

Carefully focusing on her feet in hopes of hot making her presence known.

Unbeknownst to her, she just walked unknowingly into a good old Winchester intervention.

“Where the hell were you?” Dean scowled at his daughter, who stood in front of the brothers.

”None of your business, Dad. I have my license. I carry my angel blade everywhere I go. I’m fine.” She shrugged and began to walk past her father, before she felt a hand wrap around her wrist and turn her around.

“The hell it’s not my business. You’re my responsibility. You’re my kid. You don’t even think of who or what is out there that would do anything to use you as leverage against me and Sam. You’ve been gone for 3 hours, Y/N. It’s been 3 hours of Sam and I trying to find out where you were, and you try to sneak back into your room and pretend that you never left? So I’m going to ask again, and so help me, Sweetheart, if you lie to be again…You are going to be pretty miserable for the next three months in here.” Dean towered over the girl, looking at her with his intimidating gaze.

“You’re going to ground me for three months. Have you lost your goddamn mind!” She yelled in return, trying to pry her wrist out of his grasp.

“Honey, we just want to know where you have been. You’re not a prisoner, Y/N. Right, Dean?” Sam nudged his older brother, giving him a look as if silently saying ‘stop being so hard on her’.

“If you want to know so badly. I just went into town for a meetup with some of my friends.” The girl shrugged her fathers gaze off.

“Don’t bullshit me!” Dean immediately yelled in response, causing the teen to jump slightly at the sudden reaction.

“I’m not lying, Da..”

“I was a teenager once, Y/N. I know what they do. So help me Chuck, I better not ever find you in a sleazy motel with a boy ever. Do you hear me, young lady! I know what you’re sneaking out for, so don’t give me some bullshit reason!”

“I’m not lying! God, Dad! You always want me to be your little girl again. Never leaving your side and listening to everything you say. IM NOT YOUR LITTLE GIRL ANYMORE! I’m 16 years old, and you don’t even trust me!” The youngest Winchester escaped the grasp of her father and hauled herself back into the safety of her room.

“Dean, What did you do?” Sam shakes his head as his brother, who is staring at the direction of where his once sweet little girl just ran.

“I-I just want to keep her safe, Sam.” His eyes glazed over as he began to ponder

“Let me talk to her.” Sam assured as he made his way through the labyrinth like hallways of the bunker until he found himself standing in front of Y/N’s door. Hearing her soft sobs reach him from under her door.

“Y/N, honey. I need to talk to you. Please let me in.” He gently knocked.

After a few moments, the door cracked open, and the teen faced her Uncle. With her tear stained cheeks seeming to glow in the hallways light.

“If you’re gonna yell at me, Sammy, then I don’t want to hear it…”

“I promise that I’m not going to yell at you. I would never do that you you, honey.” Sam spoke in a hushed voice, scared that he might push her away.

“I-I don’t understand, Sammy.” She began to cry, immediately pulling her hands over her face in hopes of hiding herself away from her uncle.

Sam quickly stepped into the room, and once he shut her door, pulled the girl into a tight and comforting embrace.

“It’s not your fault, Y/N.”

“I didn’t lie, Sam! I never lied!” Y/N began to yell but found herself attacked with a new wrack of sobs, and she buried her face into her uncles flannel, hoping to disappear into his embrace.

“I know, honey. I know.” He caressed her head, and pulled her closer.

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