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—i write little fics about the characters i love from supernatural ...✧
—most of them are "x fem!reader" unless stated otherwise
—not accepting requests at the moment. sorry.
Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader, Cas & Winchester reader
Requested by Anonymous (x2)
Synopsis: you get drunk for the first time, and the boys have to clean up the mess (figuratively)
Warnings: underage drinking (don’t do that guys, this is for fictional purposes only—I think drinking is horrible for people, but obviously you do you, just don’t take this as an endorsement), that’s it, it’s all fluff
Bars were stupid. Bars were a waste of time. You never wanted to step into a bar again.
You’d been sitting on a barstool for over an hour, and aside from being drop-dead exhausted, you were also sick of drunk adults bumping into you.
Everyone seemed to be having more fun than you, too; the (very drunk) adults were dancing around and flirting and chatting, meanwhile you were pouting on a stool waiting for your brothers.
“Dean!” You caught your brother’s arm as he walked past you. “Dean, can we go?”
“Not yet.” Dean’s voice was slightly slurred—he was supposed to be talking to a witness, but leave it to him to get tipsy. “I’ve got a couple more people to talk to, so sit tight.” Dean ignored your attempts at protest as he pulled his arm free and brushed past you.
You groaned, slumping back in your seat. Something poked into your side, and you reached down to see what it was. It was your ID poking you through your pocket. You’d needed the (obviously fake) ID to get into the bar. But that wasn’t all it was good for…
You waved at the bartender.
“I’ll have what he’s got,” you said, gesturing over at Sam who was chatting up some chick. He was usually the lighter drinker compared to Dean, so you figured you could take whatever he was drinking.
“How old are you?” The bartender’s face was scrunched in suspicion as he eyed you. In response, you waved your ID in front of his face. He stared at it for a long moment before relenting.
You didn’t hesitate when you got your drink—you were sick of waiting for Sam and Dean, and the last thing you needed was to get yelled at if they found you drinking. You cringed as the butter liquid hit your tastebuds—there was no way your brothers actually liked this stuff. Or maybe Sam was just crap at picking good drinks.
Regardless, when you finished the drink you ordered another one, downing it faster than the first one. Your nerves felt like they were vibrating—you couldn’t tell if you liked that feeling or not—and within twenty minutes you were relaxed and swaying to the music with the other drunk people. Well, most of them were drunk; some of them just had more confidence than you.
Soon though, the alcohol was starting to hit you harder, and you found it hard to keep your balance, your sway no longer intentional.
“Hey!” You turned when you felt a hand on your arm, tripping over someone’s foot and falling right into Sam’s arm. “What are you doing?” He demanded.
“Dancing.” You giggled. Your grin dropped suddenly as you glanced around. “Heyy, where’s De?”
“I don’t know,” Sam brushed off your question. “Look at me. Would you stand still?” Sam now had both of your shoulders gripped in his hands as he tried to keep you from jumping around looking for Dean.
“Where’s Dean?” You whined. “I want—I want…” your lip was quivering now.
“Are you…crying?” Sam asked.
You rubbed your eyes. “No,” you sniffled. “I want Dean.”
“Are you…” Sam was all but gaping at you. “Are you drunk?”
“I’m…” you whimpered. “I’m sorry, Sammy.” You stepped up to Sam and wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his shirt.
“Whoa whoa, hey, easy,” Sam soothed. “Honey, calm down.” Sam huffed, muttering under his breath, “I guess we know what kind of drunk you are.” Louder, he said, “I’m gonna help you find De, ok? He’s right around here somewhere.”
“M-k,” you mumbled, pulling away a little but grabbing Sam’s hand in your own. “Let’s go.”
“Ok,” Sam chuckled. “Let’s go.”
“Dean!” It took about four seconds for you to spot him in the small bar, and fifteen more to actually fight your way over to him. Your grip on Sam’s hand made it harder for you, as he wasn’t as able to weave through the crowd as easily as your smaller frame.
“Hey, are you done alre—hey!” Dean stiffened in surprise when you wrapped your arms around him and wouldn’t let go. “What the heck is going on with you?”
“She’s drunk,” Sam huffed. “And apparently clingy.”
“I’m sorry,” you whimpered again, your voice muffled against Dean’s shirt.
“Are you…is she…crying?” Dean demanded, pulling you away. “Hey, kid, it’s ok.”
“I wanna go now,” you sniffled.
“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea,” Dean huffed. “Let’s go.”
“I’ll join you out there,” Sam said. “I’ve gotta go to the bathroom.”
You were too busy fiddling with a button on Dean’s shirt as if you’d never seen it before, so you didn’t hear Sam. When you turned and he was gone, Dean flinched in surprise when you started to cry again.
“Where’s Sammy?” You sobbed, tugging on Dean’s arm. “We have to find him.”
“Ok, hey, take it easy,” Dean insisted. “He’s going to the bathroom. Let’s get you out to the car.”
“I don’t want to, I wanna find Sammy,” you cried.
“Yeah, well, you’re not allowed in there so…” when you kept crying and tugging on Dean’s arm, he took matters into his own hands—literally. “Ok, let’s go.” Dean grunted as he lifted you into his arms and carried you out of the bar. The lack of concern from the people around him about a man carrying a crying girl out of a bar was concerning, but also helpful; he wasn’t stopped or questioned, and he was able to bundle you into the car without too much trouble.
“Just…c’mon, help me out here and sit still,” Dean demanded as he struggled to get a seat belt on you.
“Sam!” You called out suddenly, and you were distracted enough for Dean to finally click your belt into place.
“Never let her get drunk again,” Sam said as he slid into the car, avoiding your grabby hands.
“Deal,” Dean huffed.
You were halfway to the bunker before you stopped crying and trying to grab at the front seat. In fact, you were so quiet that Dean looked back in the backseat to make sure you were ok.
“You don’t look so good,” he said.
“I don’t feel very good, De,” you mumbled, swaying a little in your seat.
“Just don’t puke in the car,” Dean demanded, pressing his foot down on the gas pedal.
You made it to the bunker without incident, but when Dean tried to go to his room you hung on his arm.
“Don’t leave me,” you whined. “Please?”
“Wow, you really need to go to bed,” Dean insisted. “C’mon, you gotta sleep this off.”
“Nooo,” you begged. “I’m not tired, I don’t wanna sleep.”
“Yes you do,” Dean said. “Let’s go.” He all but dragged you over to your room, pushing you down on your bed and helping you pull off your shoes. “Now stay,” he demanded, tucking you in tightly before turning and leaving, shutting off the lights and closing the door.
“Dean!” The second he was out of your sight, you started to cry again. You pulled at the sheets, but Dean tucked them in too tight for your uncoordinated fingers to undo.
“De! Sammy! Let me out!” When no one came, you tried another tactic. “Cas!”
“What’s wrong?” It only took a minute before the flutter of wings announced Cas’s arrival. “You sounded distressed, and—“ Cas froze at the sight of you, tangled up in your sheets and crying. “What’s going on?”
“I got drunk and Dean’s making me sleep and I don’t wanna sleep and I can’t get out of these sheets!” Is what you tried to say, but between your drunken slur and your sobbing, Cas understood something like, “I’mm drr, and De…mmmm…slee…wanna…sheets!”
“I…” Cas just stared at you for a moment, before finally deciding to free you from your prison. He yanked the sheets free, and you fell out of bed, hitting the floor hard. “Y/N!” Cas exclaimed, running around the bed to stand by you. “Are you ok?”
You just groaned, holding your head like you thought it would fall off.
“Ok,” Cas grunted, grabbing onto your arm and helping you up. “I think we should get you to your brothers.”
“I want Sam and Dean,” you sobbed, and Cas understood even through your slurs.
“Ok, ok, I’m taking you to them,” he soothed. “Just calm down.”
“Cas?” Dean froze halfway down the hallway when he saw the angel holding tightly onto your arm to keep you from stumbling. “What are you doing here?”
“Your little sister called,” Cas huffed. “She wants you.”
“I told you to go to sleep,” Dean said, turning to you.
“I don’t want to, I wanna stay with you,” you mumbled, pulling away from Cas and stumbling your way over to Dean.
“Ok, ok,” Dean relented. “How about we go watch a movie in my Dean cave, ok?”
“Can Sammy come?” The waterworks had already returned in full force when you realized you didn’t see Sam.
“Hey hey, easy,” Dean brushed your tears away. “‘Course Sammy can come. Cas—“ Dean shot Cas a pointed glare. “Cas can go find him and you and me can pick a movie.”
“M-k.” Dean was relieved when you finally stopped crying. “Can you carry me?”
“I’m never letting you forget this,” Dean mumbled under his breath. Louder, he said, “of course, sweetheart,” and he lifted you into his arms.
I’m the Dean Cave, Dean let you use him as a pillow while you watched the movie—mostly because you started crying if he was too far away—and he was silently smug about the fact that now that Cas was here, you wouldn’t let him leave either.
“I never wanna see her drunk again,” Sam insisted, and it was then that Dean saw you were finally asleep, drooling on his shirt.
“That makes two of us,” Dean scoffed. “I’ve never seen her like that.”
“Sure you have.” Sam suddenly had a nostalgic smile on his face, and Dean waited for him to continue. “She used to be like that when she was little, like, like really little. She wouldn’t let us go to school without grabbing onto our legs and begging us to stay with her, remember that?”
“Oh yeah.” Dean chuckled. “Yeah she used to cry like crazy until dad had to drag her away.”
“And if he wasn’t there—“
“Then good luck getting to school,” Dean finished for Sam, and they both grinned.
“She cares about you two a lot,” Cas spoke up.
“Yeah.” The easy smile on Dean’s face suddenly dropped.
“But when that hangover hits tomorrow, she’s gonna hate everyone.”
Nah the small letters are okay although if you don't like it just change it, we won't mind as longest the fic are good ^^
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i do like how it looks, but i was worried it might be difficult for some to read. i might experiment and post the next fic with normal letter size to see how i feel abt it. i've been preparing some stuff that i will be able to post next week after my exams <3 thank u for your feedback !!! ♡♡
summary: you got separated from your brothers in the middle of a hunt during nighttime. now, the wendigo is approaching you, and your odds don't look so good.
pairings: reader is sam & dean's little sister
warnings: there's a chase scene, scary wendigo, reader is 17/18 years old, a bit of angst, but a happy (?) ending, not proofread + english is my second language ^^
word count: 678 words
the night hunt had started like any other: quiet, careful, with the three of them moving through the dark woods. sam was in the lead with dean a few paces behind, their little sister between them, alert to noises in the trees. she was ready, well, as prepared as she could be for her third hunt alongside her brothers.
then a branch rustled nearby and the three of them turned toward the noise. they could see three tall, giant figures emerge from the shadows: wendigos.
“run!” shouted dean as they turned around. amid the chaos, sam grabbed his sister by the arm in an attempt to drag her with them, but the forest was thick, branches everywhere, and they couldn't stay together. sam and dean ended up fleeing in one direction, while their younger sister ran in the opposite direction.
with her heart in her throat, the little winchester girl ran as fast as she could. her footsteps rustled the leaves and branches. her breathing was agitated. she didn't stop running until she realized she had dropped her flashlight. she frantically looked around, but saw only total darkness. without the flashlight, she was completely lost.
a chilling howl was heard near her and she froze. it wasn't just any sound from the forest, it was a wendigo. she didn't know what to do; the sounds were getting louder and louder and, without her flashlight, she was as vulnerable as a frightened lamb.
In the distance, two shots rang out followed by another scream: a different wendigo, perhaps one of her brothers fighting it.
“where is she?!” she heard faintly, a distant, desperate voice. dean's voice. the little winchester girl wanted to answer, but when she opened her mouth, another low growl sounded, this time too close. she ducked behind a tree and peeked out slowly only to see a wendigo lurking. her hands trembled around the knife she had drawn, but she knew it wouldn't be enough if the wendigo found her.
meanwhile, sam and dean had managed to take down two of the creatures. but neither could relax. they had seen their sister go off in another direction and now there was no sign of her.
“dean, we have to find her!” sam said, very concerned.
“i know, sammy.” dean replied, his tone firm. but inside, fear was eating at him. the thought of his little sister alone in the dark was unbearable.
“y/n!” he shouted, his voice travelling through the woods. sam joined him, their shouts overlapping as they moved deeper into the woods, weapons ready.
she heard their voices again, closer this time. she was about to scream, but the wendigo's footsteps were too close; she couldn't risk giving herself away. Instead, she began to move in the direction of her brothers' voices, crouching low and silent. but before she could make much headway, the wendigo spotted her. its eyes bore into her and the creature let out a shriek and pounced on her.
she ran away as fast as she could. she zigzagged through the trees hoping to throw it off, but it was difficult. suddenly, she tripped over a root, fell to the ground, and turned just in time to see the wendigo bearing down on her. she raised her knife in preparation for the worst.
but then, out of the darkness, came a flash of light and two gunshots. dean and sam burst in, both firing at the wendigo, knocking it back. the creature shrieked, staggering backward.
dean ran to his sister without hesitation, helping her up while sam kept his gun aimed at the creature, until the creature stopped moving.
“are you okay sweetheart?” asked dean, examining her for injuries.
she nodded, trying to catch her breath.
“yeah… i'm fine. i lost the flashlight and then-” tears started falling down her face.
sam stepped closer, resting a hand on her shoulder. “hey, we're here. it's okay.”
dean managed to show a smile. “next time, let's try to stick together, huh?”
she laughed softly, nodding. maybe hunting would be more complicated than she thought.
hey! if you're reading this, and you read the fic - would you kindly tell me if the letters being small is okay, or does it make it more difficult to read? i'f appreciate the feedback about the letter size <3 thank you!
here are all the fics related to the supernatural universe. they're separated by character. i don't write +18 content, the most you'll see is suggestive stuff.
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winchester!sister!reader
(stories in which the reader is sam and dean's younger sister)
text messages between you and your brothers when you ask for them to bring your charger to your room at like 1am ✧... (reader is their 17 year old sister)
summary: you got separated from your brothers in the middle of a hunt during nighttime. now, the wendigo is approaching you, and your odds don't look so good.
pairings: reader is sam & dean's little sister
warnings: there's a chase scene, scary wendigo, reader is 17/18 years old, a bit of angst, but a happy (?) ending, not proofread + english is my second language ^^
word count: 678 words
the night hunt had started like any other: quiet, careful, with the three of them moving through the dark woods. sam was in the lead with dean a few paces behind, their little sister between them, alert to noises in the trees. she was ready, well, as prepared as she could be for her third hunt alongside her brothers.
then a branch rustled nearby and the three of them turned toward the noise. they could see three tall, giant figures emerge from the shadows: wendigos.
“run!” shouted dean as they turned around. amid the chaos, sam grabbed his sister by the arm in an attempt to drag her with them, but the forest was thick, branches everywhere, and they couldn't stay together. sam and dean ended up fleeing in one direction, while their younger sister ran in the opposite direction.
with her heart in her throat, the little winchester girl ran as fast as she could. her footsteps rustled the leaves and branches. her breathing was agitated. she didn't stop running until she realized she had dropped her flashlight. she frantically looked around, but saw only total darkness. without the flashlight, she was completely lost.
a chilling howl was heard near her and she froze. it wasn't just any sound from the forest, it was a wendigo. she didn't know what to do; the sounds were getting louder and louder and, without her flashlight, she was as vulnerable as a frightened lamb.
In the distance, two shots rang out followed by another scream: a different wendigo, perhaps one of her brothers fighting it.
“where is she?!” she heard faintly, a distant, desperate voice. dean's voice. the little winchester girl wanted to answer, but when she opened her mouth, another low growl sounded, this time too close. she ducked behind a tree and peeked out slowly only to see a wendigo lurking. her hands trembled around the knife she had drawn, but she knew it wouldn't be enough if the wendigo found her.
meanwhile, sam and dean had managed to take down two of the creatures. but neither could relax. they had seen their sister go off in another direction and now there was no sign of her.
“dean, we have to find her!” sam said, very concerned.
“i know, sammy.” dean replied, his tone firm. but inside, fear was eating at him. the thought of his little sister alone in the dark was unbearable.
“y/n!” he shouted, his voice travelling through the woods. sam joined him, their shouts overlapping as they moved deeper into the woods, weapons ready.
she heard their voices again, closer this time. she was about to scream, but the wendigo's footsteps were too close; she couldn't risk giving herself away. Instead, she began to move in the direction of her brothers' voices, crouching low and silent. but before she could make much headway, the wendigo spotted her. its eyes bore into her and the creature let out a shriek and pounced on her.
she ran away as fast as she could. she zigzagged through the trees hoping to throw it off, but it was difficult. suddenly, she tripped over a root, fell to the ground, and turned just in time to see the wendigo bearing down on her. she raised her knife in preparation for the worst.
but then, out of the darkness, came a flash of light and two gunshots. dean and sam burst in, both firing at the wendigo, knocking it back. the creature shrieked, staggering backward.
dean ran to his sister without hesitation, helping her up while sam kept his gun aimed at the creature, until the creature stopped moving.
“are you okay sweetheart?” asked dean, examining her for injuries.
she nodded, trying to catch her breath.
“yeah… i'm fine. i lost the flashlight and then-” tears started falling down her face.
sam stepped closer, resting a hand on her shoulder. “hey, we're here. it's okay.”
dean managed to show a smile. “next time, let's try to stick together, huh?”
she laughed softly, nodding. maybe hunting would be more complicated than she thought.
