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Winchester brothers-It’s okay

Title: It’s okay

Pairings: Winchester brothers x reader

Word count:1084

Summary: Reader runs away from an abused home and breaks into the bunker looking for food and shelter, unaware that two very large hunters live there.

You ran. Ran until you felt like you were about to throw up. You ran until you could no longer see the house that barred you from freedom and stuck you in an abusive life. You felt so happy, finally free to no longer see his face. You stopped, bending down as you caught your breath and looked at the large bunker you had come across. You snook down, saw how mistreated it was on the outside, it was creepy looking and you knew that no one could possibly be in there. You managed to get in, even if this was the hardest place you had ever had to pick lock in your life. You left muddy footprints, tiny shoe marks since you weren’t the biggest person in the world. You were scrawny due to not being fed, you were coated in your own blood, melting into your hairline that was all knotted and fraid, and your face was speckled in dry blood and dirt. You had a huge purple bruise around your eye, black and blue marks painting your body as you limped down the dark halls. You were surprised when you saw the inside, countless of books, a long table and comfy chairs. You had wondered what it would be like to sit on one, to have a bed. You were used to the floor. You gazed at the fruit bowl in front of you, the greenest apple you had ever seen was peering at you, your mouth watering as you gripped it tightly, coating it in dirt and grease. You back tingled, blood dripping down your torn clothes as the welts on your back burned in protest to all your moving. “Stop right there bucko’‘A husky voice called out. You silently gasped, the apple rolling out of your palm and hitting the floor with a thump. Your eyes were wide, full or fear and horror as the lights flickered on. Two large men stood before you, large and muscular and holding guns. The tallest of them all, who looked exactly like a puppy and would actually seem really nice and caring if he wasn’t holding a gun, actually looked confused before he slightly lowered his gun. ’'W-wha… who are you?’'The smaller one stuttered, getting over his confusement and holding his gun back up after faltering for a moment. The taller one looked over at the smaller one before he noticed the apple on the floor. He bent down, picking up the apple as his eyes softened. ’'You’re hungry’'He whispered with realisation. He over looked you, turning to the other one. ’'Dean, put the gun down, she’s just a kid’'The taller one commented, rolling his eyes at this ‘Dean’. Dean stared at you for a while longer, his face stern before he tucked it into the back of his jeans. ’'Oh yeah, how do we know it’s not a monster that’s using kids as sympathy?’'Dean scoffed. He looked at you again, his eyes squinted as he observed you. ’'What’s your name kid?” You didn’t answer, only stepped back but stumbled due to your ankle. Their eyes fell to your hovering ankle before back to your shaking form. “For god’s sake, Dean. You’re scaring her, lay off’'The taller one grunted before getting up and holding his hand out with the apple. ’'It’s okay. I won’t hurt you’'He smiled softly. He frowned when he saw you made no attempt to move. ’'My names Sam, and this is my brother Dean’'Sam introduced as he placed the apple on the side. ’'She probably already knew that’'Dean grunted, crossing his arms. Sam gave Dean a bitch face, before turning back to you sweetly. ’'Dean. Look’'Sam groaned, grabbing a silver knife and pressing it to your skin. You jumped, leaping back at the contact from the strange man. ’'See, not a shifter” “She jumped’'Dean muttered cautiously. ’'That’s because I just scared the crap out of her’'Sam groaned, rubbing his forehead in annoyance before muttering 'Christo’ and giving Dean another proving look when you didn’t budge. ’'Fine. So you’re human. Now what are you doing breaking in here, didn’t your parents teach you it was bad manners’'Dean grunted, slightly softening now. You said nothing. ’'Were are your parents?’'Sam asked, kneeling down so he was height with you but you just stepped back. ’'Look Kid, either you tell us something or we call the police’'Dean sighed, squinting under the light.

‘’Dean, dammit will you stop’’Sam barked, giving his brother a angry look. Dean screwed his face up at Sam before marching out. ‘’Sorry about him, he’s just guarded. Can you tell me your name please?’’Sam tried again.

You watched him, realising that you should be thankful due to them not calling the police or beating the hell out of you.

‘’(y/n)’’You whispered, watching him wearily with big frightened eyes. This Dean had came back into the room with a blanket and some clothes.

‘’Here (y/n), it’s not much but… it’s all we got’’Dean mumbled, still sounding angry but you could see he had eased up now. Sam held a smirk before giving you a nod.

You gingerly took them off Dean, letting him guide you into the bathroom whilst Sam said he would make you some soup and a drink.

‘’Hey kid, no offence, but maybe you should take a shower whilst you’re at it, you don’t smell the best’’Dean advised as nicely as he could. You nodded finally getting a reassuring smile from the man as you limped into the room.

You enjoyed the hot water and the smell of coconut shampoo before you got changed in the oversized top and large bottoms that luckily had strings on to tie but did not go far enough.

You came out having rolled everything up as much as you could, your face now clean of dirt but still scarred and bloody. You padded your way back into the kitchen were they both stopped talking.

‘’Geesh, what happened to you?’’Dean asked, frowning at the marks on your face. Sam elbowed him, giving him a warning look before motioning you closer.

‘’It’s not much but it’s warm’’Sam smiled softly. You wearily walked forward, watching the two giant men before sipping at the soup. They watched you as you took tiny sips before pushing the bowl away after taking three sips.

‘’That’s all you want?’’Dean said in shock.

‘’You can have some more if you want’’Sam smiled gently but saw you clearly had done.

‘’Can you tell us why you broke in?’’

maiartiste

@tattooed-on-my-wayward-soul I need to know more please

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Winchester brothers- First priority

Title: First Priority

Pairings: Winchester brothers x sister

Word count:1000

Summary: Back when the boys were with their dad, taking care of their little sister when he wouldn’t.

‘’Bubby’’You whimpered, pushing open the large dirty door and shuffling in. You clutched your ruffled bear to your tiny frame as you stared at you older brother sleeping.

He stirred, feeling someone’s presence as he tensed. His hand slid under his pillow, grasping something as he quickly shot up. His brows furrowed when he saw it was you and quickly shoved whatever he was grasping further under the pillow.

‘’Baby what are you doing up?’’Sam groaned, his hair sticking out in every direction which would normally make you laugh. He caught sight of your scared eyes and climbed out of bed.

‘’Bubby’’You whined again as he came up to you and placed his large, gentle hands under your arms before pulling you up to balance you on his hip. You rested your head against his broad shoulder as he turned his head and kissed your forehead.

‘’Hmm’’He hummed, soothingly swaying you. ‘’What’s wrong, baby?’’He asked again.

‘’Can’t sleep’’You mumbled, trying to clasp Sam’s shirt but dropping your bear in the process. You squirmed letting out a whine as Sam bent down and picked it up.

‘’Alright, alright. Easy, I’ve got him’’Sam soothed, holding the bear in his other hand as you rested back against him. ‘’Okay, let’s get you some warm milk then you can stay with me, kay?’’He hummed as you nodded.

He made his way out to the small motel kitchen before going to set you down on the work top but you started to whine again. ‘’Okay, okay’’He chuckled quietly, continuing to carry you in his arms as he opened the fridge and poured milk into your bottle before heating it up.

He waited, jigging you about and stroking back your hair with his large hand before the microwave pinged. He took it out and waited for it to cool but you kept making grasping motions and squirming in his arms.

‘’Not yet, baby. It’s not ready’’Sam yawned, resting his forehead against yours before he opened his eyes quickly and gave you a grin when you giggled. He pecked your forehead again and picked up the milk before shuffling you so you were lying down in his arms and he was carefully feeding you the milk.

‘’What’s going on?’’

Sam jumped slightly, the bottle pulling away in his hand as he shuffled you back so you were on his hip again. You buried your head in his shoulder pitifully when you noticed it was your dad.

‘’I’m just giving her some warm milk’’Sam shrugged, trying to stay brief as he talked to your dad.

‘’Why?’’He edged on, his eyes flickering down to you. He was clearly still drunk.

‘’Because she’s still awake dad’’Sam sighed, locking his jaw to keep himself from starting a argument in front of you.

‘’She should learn to fall asleep on her own. How can she become a good hunter when you two are constantly babying her’’John growled. Sam scoffed, lips pulling down.

‘’She’s four years old! She needs milk, she’s not fully grown yet’’Sam hissed.

‘’She can have coffee’’John rambled, swaying from his lack of soberness. Sam raised his brows, shaking his head as they started to yell at each other. You burst out crying.

‘’Great! look’’Sam sighed, shuffling you so you were more secure and began to rock you again as he tried to sooth your cries.

‘’She needs to learn so she can become a hunter!’’John repeated, his words slurring.

‘’She’s a baby for heaven’s sake! I’m just doing the job that you’re supposed to be doing’’Sam growled lowly.

‘’What the hell is going on out here’’Dean mumbled, his eyes now awake when he saw Sam and John looking like they were going to kill each other and a crying you in Sam’s arms.

‘’De’’You squirmed, a look of hurt falling on Sam’s face.

‘’You’ve frightened her, Sammy’’Dean explained, reaching out his arms and taking you. He rested you against his chest and patted your back softly whilst rocking you side to side. ‘’Shh. S’okay. They were both going back to bed’’He glared, motioning for both of them to go.

It was finally just you and Dean alone as he walked back over to the kitchen when he spotted the milk and figured out that you probably couldn’t sleep again.

‘’Bet that was scary huh, Sweetheart’’Dean sighed, sympathising with you as you nodded. ‘’Yeah well you handle it well, you’re a tough cookie, Sweetie…well…not physically but you know’’Dean muttered.

‘’Alright let’s get you some milk and then time to go to bed’’He cheered making you giggled. He carefully fed you the milk and you didn’t get half way before your eyes were slowly closing. You pushed away the bottle and Dean put the rest in the fridge before heading towards his and Sam’s shared room.

‘’Wish I could have warm milk and a nap’’Dean chuckled before sliding over to his bed and letting you sleep on top of his chest like you always did he pulled the blanket over the both of you so you were warm and covered before gently patting your back in a sweet rhythm and humming ‘Hey Jude’ softly to you. Your eyes began to drift as you felt him sigh heavily before lightly kissing your forehead and resting his chin against the crown of your head and keeping your securely against him. “Aint nobody ever gonna hurt you. I won’t let them’'He mumbled, staring up at the ceiling, his hand beginning to rub circles on your tiny back. ’'I’m gonna protect you like I did with Sammy. Hunter or not you ain’t getting hurt but nobody’'Dean whispered. Sam was secretly awake, smiling as he made a secret promise that he too would look after you and no matter what your dad said he would always baby you and be there for you at night whether you were 4 0r 20 years old. You would always be their baby sister and whatever monster that tried to hurt you would have to deal with your big brothers.

maiartiste

Omg this pulled emotions 1. Because baby fever my goodness 2. My parents would say stupid crap like that

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Sofa sitting positions

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Draw your crew.

mydd-lglife

Omg Ian what are ya doin’ man?

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🐸☕️ This tea is too hot

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Listen to this Man @onision. Whatever you do on this earth it rots away look at Bill Cosby or Curt Cobain. They made differences but the world moves. On I am a huge fan of Curt but there isn't music like that anymore. But that's what happens you may do something and people may talk after you're dead but they don't last people move on. Unless your Hitler. Y'ALL NEEDA LET HIM JUST BE DEAD.

#onison #awesome

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An absolutely fabulous edit (not mine). Their faces are the best. The crowd seem displeased however.

1 John 1:5 - "This is the message we have heard from Him and declare to you: God is light; in Him there is no darkness." #light #Godisgood #love #photographysouls (at Riverdale, Atlanta)

#godisgood #light #love #photographysouls

Young Plastics by Azariah Cook (at Riverdale, Atlanta)

Classic day by Azariah Cook (at Riverdale, Atlanta)

Rays by Azariah Cook (at Riverdale, Atlanta)

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Black women be like I’m 105 😂😂😂

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Olivia Benson, the most influential woman of my early adulthood, telling you what’s up.

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idk i tried to scroll past this but it’s too perfect

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if you don’t love benson you’re wrong

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Oh I fucking love benson. She’s the girl who tells your what’s up an don’t give a shit about yo feelings!

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i’m two followers away from having two more followers

screamingcas I fucks with you because of this post.

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Ddlg cheat code. When your little is sad and you can’t quite cheer her up, fill their sippy or get them a water bottle. When they go to take a drink, hold it and say, “no no no. You’re too little to do that, let Daddy do it.”