CONGRATULATIONS TO KATIE ON HER ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY FOR HER ACCOUNT!
This one-shot is dedicated to “Katie’s One Year Celebration.” You have done an amazing job in just one year Katie. Your writing is phenomenal. I apologize that this isn’t best writing, but I’m happy that I participated. Again, I’m still a young and new writer. I also apologize if it’s too long, I may have gotten carried away. Oops. Well, I hope you like it:)
@winchesters-favorite-girl
Pairing: Dean x oldest sister!reader, Sam x oldest sister!reader, Castiel x platonic!reader
Prompt: #29 “Cause you’re my brother.”
Warnings: Bullying, angst, death
Sam and Dean watched as the flames licked up Y/N’s corpse, the smoke swirling towards the sky. They didn’t even bother trying to hold back the tears dripping down their faces.
“I’m so sorry Y/N/N,” Dean said, letting out a shaky breath.
Y/N gripped John’s hand tightly, as they walked down the hallway of the hospital to see Mary and her newly born brother, Dean. Y/N was practically dragging along John, excited to see her new brother.
“Hurry up daddy! I wanna see him!” Y/N exclaimed, pulling even harder on her father’s arm. John laughed, picking up his pace. Y/N and John arrived in the room, and she squealed upon seeing Dean.
Mary smiled at Y/N, patting the space next to her. “Come here Y/N/N and meet your new baby brother.” Y/N’s eyes brightened as she scrambled onto the bed next to Mary.
“Hi Dean. I’m your older sister Y/N,” she said softly. She took one of Dean’s tiny little hands into her own and kissed it. “I promise I’ll never let anything bad happen to you.”
Sam bowed his head, clenching his teeth. “I let you down Y/N. It’s all my fault.”
Y/N rubbed her eyes, sitting up in her bed. A loud thump woke her up coming from Sam’s nursery. A piercing scream suddenly echoed throughout the house startling Y/N. She froze, her brain trying to catch up with what she just heard. Her moment of shock wore off, and she leaped out of her bed, running towards the source of the scream. She arrived in Sam’s nursery, only to see Mary pinned to the ceiling, a slash across her stomach. Flames erupted around her, swallowing her mother’s body.
“MOMMY!” Y/N screeched. John suddenly barreled towards Y/N, holding Sam.
“Take your brothers outside as fast as you can! Don’t look back! Now Y/N! Go!” Y/N, was scared out of her mind, but still took Sam and ran. Just as Y/N was about to enter Dean’s room, he came out, groggily rubbing his eyes.
“Y/N?” he asked sleepily. Dean gasped as she suddenly picked him up tightly by his waist, and bolted down the stairs. The muscles in her legs and arms burned, but she only ran faster, trying to escape the quickly smoldering house. She made it outside with her brothers, and almost dropped them both, when John grabbed all three of his children, running away from the house which exploded moments after.
Later, Y/N, sat with her father and brothers on the hood of the Impala. Luckily everyone got out safely with not fatal injuries. Although, the image of her mother burning on the ceiling cut into her deeper than any wound.
“You deserved so much better,” Dean said, his voice cracking.
Y/N smiled at Sam. Beckoning him to come towards her. The toddler had one hand gripping the motel bed, using it for support. Sam whined, swiping his free hand towards Y/N, desperately trying to get the cookie.
“Come on Sammy! You can have the cookie, but you have to come get it,” Y/N said, tauntingly waving the cookie back and forth. Sam let out another whine, but shakily let go of his support, staggering towards Y/N. Y/N cheered as he managed to toddle over to her, and retrieve the cookie.
“Good job Sammy!” Dean yelled from the bed he was currently lounging on. Y/N laughed, swooping her youngest brother into her arms, making him giggle.
“Way to go Sam. I knew you could do it,” Y/N said smiling.
“You helped me more times than I can count,” Sam said with a small smile on his face.
Sam closed his locker, and swung his backpack over his shoulder. He thought elementary was hard, middle school is even worse. For some reason the bullies that used to settle with rude and snide comments, they now like to bully people physically. Somehow Sam was one of their targets. Sure, he was taught plenty of fighting skills, and could kick their ass, but he didn’t wanna get in trouble and disappoint Y/N.
“Hey freak!” a voice called behind him. Sam picked up his pace, and made it out the front door of the school, but before he could get any further, he was yanked back by his hood. He turned around to see Peyton, the biggest bully in the school.
“When I’m talking to you, you don’t ignore me!” Peyton yelled, shoving Sam to the ground. Sam landed on his back with a gasp. He felt a kick to his ribs, making him yelp in pain.
“What’s wrong Sammy boy?” he taunted, kicking his side again. “Is it because mommy burned in a house fire, or is it because daddy doesn’t love you?” Sam forced back tears that were threatening to spill.
“Hey!” Peyton and his goons turned around, and Sam looked up to see Y/N. “What do you think you’re doing?” Y/N growled angrily.
Peyton suddenly smirked, and winked at her. “Hey babe, just picking on this pathetic little kid over here. Wanna join?”
“That ‘pathetic little kid’ is my brother, babe,” Y/N hissed before landing a punch on his face. The deafening sound of a crack, followed by a cry of pain sounded from Peyton. Y/N grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and yanked him up off the ground. “If you touch my brother one more time, so help me, your nose will not be the only thing that’s broken” she snarled with such ferocity, Sam was pretty sure Peyton peed his pants. She let him go, and they ran away, with their tails between their legs.
Y/N watched them run with satisfaction in her eyes, before turning to Sam. She kneeled next to him on the ground, pulling him gently into her side. “Are you okay Sammy?” she asked, running her hand through his hair.
“Yeah. Now I am. Thanks to you,” he whispered.
“Why did you let them beat you around like that Sam? I know could knock them flat on their ass,” Y/N asked. Sam cast his eyes towards the ground.
“I didn’t wanna get in trouble and disappoint you,” he said softly.
“Sam,” she said, grabbing his chin, and lifting it so she could look at his face. “I am not dad. I will never be disappointed in you just because you made a mistake. I’ll always love you. I’m your big sister, it’s my job to take care of you,” she said smiling. Sam smiled back.
“You were always so protective, and sometimes I hated you for it,” Dean whispered to the flames.
Dean pulled on his boots, before tip toeing towards the motel door. He successfully made it outside and made a break for it, until a stern voice behind him caused him to freeze in his tracks.
“And where do you think you’re going Dean Winchester?” Y/N demanded. Dean slowly turned around to see Y/N standing in the doorway of the motel, hands on her hips.
“Uh… To the gas station. I, uh, got hungry,” he said unconvincingly.
“So you’re not going to that party you were invited to?” she inquired, raising an eyebrow.
“What? Why would you ask such a thing?” Dean asked, trying to look as innocent as possible.
Y/N narrowed her eyes. “Dean…”
“Okay fine! I was going to that party,” he admitted, huffing.
“Dean. I’m your sister. I know you. Now get inside the motel and don’t wake up Sam,” Y/N ordered.
Rage bubbled inside Dean’s chest. “Why can’t I go?” he asked angrily.
“Because I said so. Now get inside! It’s too late to be arguing and you have school tomorrow.”
“No! You can’t tell me what to do! You’re not my mother!” Dean exploded. Y/N recoiled, stumbling backwards. Hurt crossed over her features, making Dean’s anger wash away.
“I-I’m sorry. I d-didn’t mean—I’m not—” Y/N stuttered, tears brimming her eyes. Dean rushed towards his older sister pulling her into a hug.
“Y/N I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry,” Dean said trying to hold back his own tears. Tears soaked the back of his shirt, but he didn’t care.
“It’s okay Dean. I forgive you.”
“But you really were my mother, more than you were my sister.”
Dean couldn’t move—couldn’t even scream, as he watched his family crying in agony as they were ripped apart by monsters with hideous faces. He caught a glimpse of Y/N’s bloody face, and her mangled hand as she tried to reach out to him.
“Dean!” she cried. “Dean! Wake up!” The images faded away, and Dean shot up out of bed with a gasp. His sister sat next to him, hands on his shoulders. “It’s okay Dean. It was just a dream.”
Dean gazed up at Y/N’s concerned face, and broke. Sobs racked his body that he desperately tried to control. He couldn’t stand being viewed as weak, especially in front of Y/N. He felt Y/N’s slim arms wrap around his form, pulling him to her. Dean forced the sobs and tears back, trying to regain his composure.
“Dean, hey. Stop it,” Y/N whispered. She put her hands on the side of his face, making him look at her. “Even the strongest people are allowed to break, Dean.” At her words, Dean let his act drop, and allowed his sister hold him while he broke.
But his sobs suddenly stopped, when she started singing. The gentle words flowed from her mouth, bringing a sense of calm to him. He then realized the song was “Hey Jude.”
“Hey Jude, don’t make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better.”
Dean closed his eyes, and let Y/N’s voice lead him to a dreamless sleep.
“And you were always there when we needed you the most,” Sam continued.
Dean struggled against his restraints, trying to wiggle his wrists out of the rope. After a few minutes of more struggling, Dean finally slumped against the chair. Sam was still knocked out cold in the chair behind him. Dean sighed. Unfortunately, these shapeshifters were actually smart enough to tie the ropes right, and Dean was stupid enough to drop his pocket knife back at the motel.
A groan emitted from behind him, and Dean craned his neck to look at Sam. “Sammy? You alright?”
Sam grunted. “Y-yeah, I’m fine,” he grumbled. Dean let out a sigh of relief.
“You got your pocket knife?” Dean asked.
“Damnit! I must’ve dropped it or something,” Sam cursed.
“It’s okay, we’re gonna get out this,” Dean said. The door suddenly flung open, and three shapeshifters walked in. The man in the middle grinned, the two that flanked his sides stood at the doorway, guarding it.
“Well, well. Looks who’s finally up,” he sneered.
“Go to Hell,” Dean growled. The shapeshifter chuckled, smirking.
“I’d kill you two right here, and right now, but where’s the fun in that? Besides, I’m waiting for that older sister of yours to show up. Then it’ll be a party!” he cheered. Sam narrowed his eyes.
“You’re sick,” he hissed. The shifter shrugged.
“Would you expect any less from a monster?” He asked mockingly. “Well. While we’re waiting for your sister, why don’t we have a little fun?” He smirked, pulling out a knife. Dean’s eyes widened. The shifter walked around, and stopped in front of Sam. He dragged the knife tauntingly across his cheek, but not hard enough to break his skin.
Anger flared through Dean as the shifter taunted Sam, and he couldn’t do anything about it. Sam let out a cry of pain, when the shifter drug the knife across his arm.
“If you touch him one more time I’ll friggin kill you!” Dean snarled. The shapeshifter let out a cruel laugh, causing the hairs on the back of Dean’s neck to stand up.
“Oh? I’d like to see you try,” he replied cockily. The ropes dug even further into his wrists, his temptation to slit his throat growing. The door suddenly busted open, and two shots echoed throughout the room. The two shapeshifters that were guarding the door dropped to the floor, dead.
“Get the Hell away from my brothers,” a familiar voice said lowly.
The shifter looked startled. “How did you-”
“I guess you underestimated me,” she said smirking, before shooting him in the heart, promptly killing him. Y/N’s eyes shot towards Sam and Dean, and she rushed towards them.
“Are you boys okay?” she asked, cutting the ropes. The pressure of the ropes dropped, and Dean sighed, standing up.
“Yeah, we’re good. Nothing major,” Dean answered. Once both boys were untangled from the ropes, Y/N grabbed them by the lapels of their coats, pulling them to her chest. Dean was startled, but hugged his sister back affectionately. He felt something wet hit his face, and he realized she was crying.
“Y/N/N?” Sam asked. “Are you okay?” Y/N sniffled, pulling away.
“I thought I lost you boys,” she croaked. “You two are all I have left. I can’t lose you guys.”
“I promise Y/N, you’ll never lose us. We’ll never leave you.”
“You’ve taken care of us all our lives, but you thought you finally reached the point where you didn’t have to take care of us that way. You were wrong,” Dean said laughing lightly.
Y/N quietly picked the lock to the witch’s house, and slipped inside, beckoning the boys to follow. She motioned for the boys to take upstairs, while she took down. They nodded, and crept up the stairs. When they got to the top floor, they could hear a voice chanting softly in Latin. They followed the voice to the end of the hall, the chanting growing louder with every step they took.
Dean nodded to Sam, and he kicked open the door. The witch screamed, throwing powder at them before they could shoot. Y/N burst in the room, only to see the witch throw herself through window. Shards of glass rained down into the room, and Y/N ran to the window, only to see her jump off the garage roof below, and disappear into the night. Blood lined the window sill from where the witch cut herself on the glass. Y/N took a moment to wipe some blood up with a tissue. That could be useful later.
Y/N sighed, before turning around. She frowned, not seeing her brothers. The sound of a small whimper caused her to look down. Y/N recoiled, upon seeing two tiny toddlers resembling her 20 year old brothers. Their clothes had even magically shrunk.
“Sammy? Dean? Is that you?” she asked, slowly crouching down. Baby Sam’s bottom lip quivered, and he raced towards Y/N, tumbling into her arms. He let out loud sobs, fat tears rolling down his cheeks, soaking her shirt. Y/N sighed, picking up Sam, and cradling him in her arms.
“Shh. It’s okay Sammy. Everything is okay,” she cooed in his ear. Y/N felt a tug on the end of her flannel, and looked down. Dean’s hand was fisted tightly around the hem of her shirt, his green eyes big and wide.
“Y/N. It’s scawy here. I wanna leave,” Dean said. Y/N glanced around the room, noticing the dead rabbit hanging from the ceiling. She grimaced, looking back down at Dean.
“Me too. Let’s get out of here.” Y/N bent down, picking up Dean with the arm that wasn’t holding Sam. She carefully adjusted the boys so they were resting on her hips. Sam tiredly rested his head on her shoulder, shoving his thumb in his mouth.
You successfully made it to the Impala, and you set Dean down. It suddenly hit you that Dean had the keys. “Dean? Do you have the keys to the Impala?” you asked the toddler awkwardly. Dean nodded, shoving his hand into his tiny pocket, pulling out a large set of keys. He handed them to you, and you smiled, unlocking the car. You put Sam in the passenger’s seat, squeezing in Dean as well.
You closed the door on their side, careful not to smash any of their fingers, before jogging around to the driver’s side. You climbed in, settling into the leather seat sighing. You glanced over at your tiny little brother’s. Sam’s head was drowsily resting on Dean’s shoulder, thumb in his mouth. Dean was staring up out the window, his arm holding his brother to his side. You smiled at the sight. You pulled out your phone, snapping a quick picture. You’d get a crack out of showing the boys this once you turned them back to normal. You pocketed your phone, and started Baby, speeding back to the motel.
When you got back, the boys were both leaning against each other, snoozing peacefully. You carefully climbed out of the car, walking around to their side. You gently picked up both boys, placing them on your hip. Dean stirred, but fortunately didn’t wake. You had trouble opening the motel door with two toddlers in your arms, but your managed. You gently set them on your bed once inside, and groaned.
You assumed you had to kill the witch to return them to normal, but your couldn’t babysit and hunt the witch at the same time. You sighed, bowing your head. Cas? I need you. We have a problem.
The sound of fluttering wings filled the room, letting you know he arrived. You looked up, and met the blue-eyed angel’s gaze. “Yes, Y/N? What’s the problem?” he asked, concerned.
“That’s the problem,” Y/N said, pointing a finger at her brothers. Cas cocked his head, squinting his eyes in confusion.
“Those are two sleeping children,” he said bluntly. You sighed in aggravation.
“No. That’s Sam and Dean. A witch turned them into children,” you said, running a hand through your hair.
“I need you to figure out how to reverse the spell. I’m assuming you have to kill the witch. I can’t exactly bring two toddlers to kill a witch. So you can either babysit my little brothers, or reverse the spell,” you informed him. Cas looked at Sam and Dean awkwardly.
“I think I will take on the task of killing the witch,” he said. You nodded.
“That’s what I thought. I managed to get some blood of her’s on this tissue when she cut herself jumping through the window. This might be of some use to you.” Cas took the tissue nodding.
“I will be back soon,” Cas said, before disappearing.
You huffed running a hand over your face. A sudden squeal, followed by crying made you jerk your head towards your brothers. Sam was snuggled up on the bed, while Dean was sprawled face first on the ground bawling. This was gonna be a long night.
“We finally did get to take care of you once though,” Sam said, smiling.
Sam skimmed through articles on his laptop, looking for a possible case. Dean sat across from him, his feet propped up on the bunker’s table. Sam finally looked up, glancing at the clock.
“Hey, is Y/N still in her room? She doesn’t usually sleep in this late,” Sam said. Dean put down his coffee mug, shaking his head. “Let’s go check on her.” Dean heaved a sigh, before standing up following his brother.
They stood in front of Y/N’s door, and Sam rapped on it twice. “Y/N? You in there?” There was no reply. Sam frowned, but opened the door anyways. The light of the hallway flooded into her room, and on top of her bed sat a cocoon of blankets. Y/N’s head suddenly poked out from the mound of blankets. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her nose was red. She sneezed, groaning, before her head disappeared back into the blankets.
“Y/N/N? Are you alright?” Dean asked, now genuinely concerned.
“Just peachy,” came her reply, muffled by the blankets. Sam and Dean shared a knowing look, and the younger brother promptly exited her room. Dean approached Y/N’s bed, sitting on the edge. “Go away.”
“Not a chance sweetheart,” Dean said, turning on the lamp. He yanked down the blankets, so he could see her face, and she immediately flinched away from the light. “How are you feeling?”
“Like shit,” she said bluntly. Her face scrunched up, and she sneezed again. She huffed squeezing her body further into her cocoon.
Your door suddenly burst open, Sam emerging into your room with an ecstatic look on his face. “I’m back!” he announced loudly. His arms were overflowing with candy, chips, snacks, and tissues. He dumped it all on the end of the bed, clapping his hands together.
“What is all this?” Y/N asked, finally letting the blankets drop around her torso.
“You always take care of us. Let your little brothers take care of you for once,” Dean said smiling widely. You smiled, laughing.
“Thank you boys. You two are the best, also most annoying, little brothers ever,” you said, accepting a bottle of water from Sam. They both smiled brightly at you.
“Scoot over shorty,” Dean says, leaning against the headboard beside you. You scowled. Dean knew you hate being called shorty. Even though you were older, you seemed to not be able to reach Sam or Dean’s height. Dean was taller than you when he was 12. You still haven’t gotten over that.
Dean smirked at you, but it was soon wiped off his face when Sam crashed into you two on the other side. Dean tumbled off the bed, landing face first, with a painful grunt. You glared at Sam who shrugged innocently. Dean stood up, brushing off his jeans.
“Sam, do us a favor and suck in your gut and scoot over.” Dean said glaring at his younger brother. Sam pulled his classic bitch face. You snorted.
“Someone’s unamoosed,” you blurted out. Sam and Dean stared at you, before Dean doubled over laughing. You soon joined in his laughter. You and Dean continued laughing as Sam watched you two scowling.
You both finally regained your composure, and you slumped back down into your blankets. Dean climbed back on the bed with you and Sam, tugging the blankets towards him. You glared at him, and he just shrugged.
“What do you wanna watch princess?” Dean asked, turning on Netflix.
“Don’t call me that,” you grumbled. Dean just chuckled, ignoring your comment. He scrolled through episodes until you finally squealed, telling him to stop. “Riverdale!” you shouted at him. He groaned, but turned it on. You smiled triumphantly, opening the bag of chocolate Sam offered you. Dean watched your favorite tv show, alongside you and Sam smiling. Moments like these don’t happen very often. So he treasures them, even if he won’t admit it, because he believes that there isn’t anything better in the world than laughing and smiling with his siblings.
“But I failed you in the end,” Dean said, suppressing a sob.
Sweat dripped down the side of Dean’s face as he swung his machete, slicing the vampire’s head clean off. What was supposed to be a nest of 7 vamps turned out to be a nest of 19. To say they were unprepared is an understatement. Vampires were coming at the siblings left and right. They were barely avoiding getting their throats ripped out.
Dean took a moment to glance over at his sister. She gracefully fought off an attacking vamp, decapitating it. Her Y/C/H swung wildly, sticking to her face. She turned towards him, and her face formed into horror. Before Dean knew what was happening, he was pushed to the ground. The sickening sound of his sister’s screams filled the air. The vamp’s mouth was firmly attached to Y/N’s neck. Y/N’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, as her arms that were trying to push him away slowly fell limp to her sides. Dean was too shocked to move.
A machete suddenly sliced through his neck, promptly killing him. Sam was standing behind the vamp, horror stricken as Y/N crashed to the ground. Dean’s shock finally wore off as he scrambled towards his sister. Her body laid motionlessly on the ground, frightening Dean. He wrapped his arms around his sister, pulling her on his lap.
“It’s okay, princess,” Dean choked out. “You’re gonna be alright.” You shook your head.
“No,” you croaked. “I’m not gonna be alright. I’m dying, Dean.”
“Don’t say that,” Sam said, tears threatening to spill over his eyes. “We’re gonna get you help.” Your hand flew out, clasping his hand.
“It’ll be too late,” you whisper. “Promise me boys. Promise not to bring me back.”
“No!” Dean said suddenly. “You’re not gonna die! We can’t lose you. You’re all we have left.” Dean let out a strangled sob. “Why’d you do it? Why did you have to save me? Why didn’t you let me die instead?” You gripped his hand tighter.
“Cause you’re my brother,” you said firmly. “I don’t regret it. I would die a million times if it meant saving you. I love you. I love you both. You are my brothers. Nothing will ever change that. Not even death. You two mean everything to me, and I’m sorry,” your breathing shallowed. “Goodbye boys,” you whispered, and your eyes fluttered shut.
Dean shook your shoulder lightly. “Y/N? Sweetheart? Wake up,” he shook you more violently. “Y/N! WAKE UP! NO! Y/N!” Loud ugly sobs escaped his mouth, along with Sam’s. Dean cradled you to his chest, begging you to wake up. He willed you to open your eyes, one more time. To see your beautiful smile one more time. To hear your voice, soft and silky, telling him that everything would be alright. But your eyes didn’t open. You didn’t smile. Your mouth didn’t move, speaking gingerly to comfort him. And even through all the denial rushing through Dean’s veins, he knew deep down that you were dead, and you weren’t coming back.
Dean felt Sam’s hands curl around his shoulders and he tumbled into his arms. He didn’t care that his little brother was seeing him at his weakest moment. All he cared about was that his sister was dead. His older sister that treated Sam and Dean as if they were her own sons.
Sam and Dean’s cries of agony filled the silence, mourning the loss of their sister. They only had each other now, and it seemed like it just wasn’t enough.
