SUMMARY: First met? Abandoned house. Then? Being friends. Later? A date.
CHARACTERS: You (Reader), Sam, Dean, (L/S/N) = little sister name.
PAIRINGS: Dean x Reader
WORD COUNT: 1639
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I don’t have anything much to say, except “feedbacks is appreciated. Oh, and if you have any suitable Dean GIF, reblog with it!”
DATE: 24TH Oct 2017
You are a hunter not because of the reason to get revenge behind whoever killed your parents and your eldest brother in a mystery airborne crash. They died when you were 16 and your little sister 15. Even though it was hard to explain to your sister what you thought about it, but you never thought of being a hunter to seek revenge for your family. Plus, you don’t know anything about hunters when you were 16.
But you chose to be a hunter when your heart desired to understand things that you cannot see with your naked eyes. You started to read about angels and demons, about satan and hell and heaven. You wanted to know what they look like or if they ever live their life like normal humans would. You wanted to know how ghosts apparate. Some people say ghosts are satans disguised as human spirit to scare sons and daughters of Adam. You started to learn Latin and other foreign languages to understand about their cultures tell tales.
You were on a case with your little sister, spending the night at an abandoned house when both of you met Sam and Dean. Apparently, they chose the same abandoned house as you both to bunk in. They thought there was a ghost because the moment they walked in they saw your candles were alight, your phone was playing songs, and they heard footsteps where you were walking on the second floor to check up of the rooms. They also heard whispers where your little sister was talking to your acquaintance. The first time they face to face with you, they had their guns in front of your face.
“You’re not a ghost, aren’t you?”
You recoiled. “Am I a see-through?” You look down to your body, see yourself if your body was solid. Of course, you were. You were only being sarcastic to Sam. And then, your little sister came into the room and almost freaked out when Sam and Dean turned their head guns towards her.
“Sissy?” She called you in panicked. “Why are they pointing their guns at us?”
“To be honest? I don’t know,” you answered. “Though, I don’t believe rock salt work on us.”
“Hey, these are real guns,” Dean defended himself and his little brother, pointing up at your face curtly.
Your little sister gasped, walked close to you with her arms in the air while you stared at the brothers in anxiousness.
“Put those down, please,” you begged Sam and Dean for your little sister. “Come on. We’re human, trust me.”
Sam and Dean exchanged looks. They both nodded their heads at each other before lowering down their guns and your little sister hugged you tightly.
“That’s okay, Missy. They’re good guys. They’re not going to hurt us,” you tried to convince your little sister, in which Sam and Dean caught you off guard when they heard you saying. “You want to check up on their CCTV? It’s almost three hours since we last watch them.”
Your little sister nodded her head without protest, glancing at Sam and Dean one last time before turning around to where she appeared. It was in another room just across you and Sam and Dean were standing in. The brothers watched your little sister leave and saw that the other room was already complete with computers and wires and many other advanced technologies. Meanwhile in the room you three were standing in was only full with books and one laptop and cups of coffee and a box to keep drinks cool.
“Sorry about (l/s/n).” You smiled sadly. “She’s having a little trauma since our last hunt.”
“You guys are hunters?” Sam asked as he and Dean watched you took your seat at the table with bunch of books.
You nodded your head. “I started first. It was until (l/s/n) got possessed in her hostel and she decided to join me.”
“How did you get started?” Dean asked, approaching you at the table. “Revenge for someone?”
“No.” You shook your head. “Just out of curiosity. It didn’t start well, though. I got nightmares 24/7. Can’t go out without feeling like someone’s following me. But when I think about her, I keep going.”
“What, do you make money out of this?” Sam frowned along with Dean.
“Obviously,” you answered. “My parents died in an air crash. But they left us with so much money than you could ask for so why not use it, right?” You smirked. “Plus, with my brain and her brain and our strengths. We could go anywhere.”
“Wow.” Dean was impressed with your little strategy even though he was jealous of you. “It must be awesome. But if you could go anywhere, why’d you choose hunting?”
“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “Anyway, it has some cons, as well.”
“And what would that be?” Sam asked.
“We’re wanted by the police.”
“Yeah, no argument there,” Dean agreed.
Sam wanted to laughed at that because it felt so funny to him how a billionaire’s (he only guessed at this) children are wanted by the police. Not like you’re using fraud credit card like them. But he didn’t ask further, knowing that some of what you did are some of what they did.
“Okay. So, can we bunk in here? It’s pretty late to find a motel at this hour.”
“Yeah, there’s no motel nearby. It’s … maybe three hours away until you find their town city.”
“Good, so do I take the sofa?” Dean asked, pointing at a sofa near him in the room, smirking as if he already got his bed.
“Nope, that’s my little sister’s,” you told him. “You can sleep anywhere you can. I probably won’t sleep tonight.”
“What, why?” Sam’s eyebrows knitted.
“Um, it’s my turn for watch-out. And my little sister’s still have nightmares so when she wakes up screaming or chanting one of those summoning rituals, I have to be awake to stop her.”
“She’s chanting when she’s dreaming?”
“Yeap,” you answered like it’s nothing, when Dean knows, if that happens to him and Sam, he would burst at Sam.
Sam and Dean didn’t comment anything on it. They felt like they know what you were talking about especially Dean who was a big brother too, except his little brother was four years younger, while you only one year younger. And he understands why you don’t sleep and how you put your little sister first.
“Okay, then. I’ll take the tub,” Dean clarified.
So that’s how your friendship with Sam and Dean started. You trusted them just as soon as they put down their guns and helped you with the hunt you and your little sister were into. It was different from them. While they hunt some mystery murder, you and your little sister were hunting a haunted house.
Your little sister didn’t put a grudge between those two men who had their guns in front of her face when they first met either, so she’s grown to them just as fast as you do. From hunting team to friends on regular Friday nights; from sharing knowledge about hunting to sharing about your lives; from talking about angels and gods to talking about people like regular human beings doing gossips. Although your little sister was not a fan of bars like Sam, but she enjoys going to bars with the brothers.
For a few months straight, you never stopped seeing them. And what did you wear? Just your jeans, of course. High-cut Vans, jackets and natural make-up, but when you go hunting, of course, there were no make-ups. Your hair would be in this kind of mess after hunting and you feel like cutting them short, but keeping your hair long is what makes you feel like a lady. You’re afraid to forget how to act like a lady if you have your hair short too long.
Anyway, after months passed, you and Dean have always been closed even though you felt like Sam has something to tell you. Your little sister was not very much secretive, but suddenly when Sam and Dean arrived, she began to be one. You ignored it because you know it’s not important. At least, it’s not about the huntings or her nightmares.
And, after months, Dean finally asked you out.
Because you have been wearing jeans and t-shirts too long, it’s quite awkward for you to start wearing dresses again – and high heels. You dug up your duffle bag to find your old-yet-new dress to wear on yours and Dean’s date. After an hour, you finally decided with a dark blue, lacey dress. The last time you wear, it was a few years back when you had to attend your little sister’s convocation day.
Four of you were at a different abandoned house this time. You already finished dressing up and was waiting for Dean while talking to your little sister, chatting up, keeping each other update about the current hunt. Your little sister was sitting in front of the laptop with books all around her and you standing beside her, watching her doing some research.
That’s when Sam and Dean came in, but your barely noticed them when you’re too busy with your research. You wouldn’t notice anyone unless they call you. When Dean saw how pretty you looked in your dress – because this was the first the brothers ever saw you wearing a dress – he freaked out.
Dean turned around, anxiety attacked him.
“Dude, what’s wrong?”
“Dude, she can’t be the girl I’m going out with,” Dean exclaimed, practically being insane.
Sam frowned while glaring at Dean. “What are you talking about, bro?”
“That girl! (Y/n)! She’s too beautiful, she can’t be with me.”
