heyyy i love ur ajax fics! idk if you’re into supernatural but if you are willing to could you do an ajax x reader where reader goes to nevermore but she’s a winchester sibling? and on parents day sam and dean come and they’re super put off abt meeting monsters and get really protective over reader when they meet her gorgon boyfriend?
Winchester Woe \ Ajax Petropolus x Winchester!reader \ Supernatural AU
wordcount: 2.8k content/warnings: reader is Sam & Dean's younger sister, Dean is overtly anti-outcast, reader has a strained relationship with her brothers, protective big brothers, a little angst, eventual fluff/comfort. a\n notes: I have not watched Supernatural in the longest time. Probably a good five years, so this was a real throwback for me and I loved it. Because I love the early seasons so much, I very much imagine early season S&D for this, even if the timeline doesn’t make sense that way. I also wanna do some hc’s to expand on this at some point! | masterlist
Nothing scared you.
You weren’t being tough or putting on a brave face. It was just a fact. With the way you were dragged up, nothing was able to put a single ounce of anxiety into you.
Except the idea that within the next hour, your brothers would step foot onto Nevermore grounds for the first time.
And Sam and Dean Winchester didn’t play well with outcasts.
Despite the parades of cars and bustle of parents coming to and fro, the cobbled plaza in front of the school was still relatively calm. You leaned against the cool stone wall watching. Several of your year mates were being pulled into rib crushing hugs, some resisting, some giving in.
You found Ajax in the crowd, somehow, your watch lingering as his mom’s cradled his cheeks, checking over him like he was a toddler fresh in from playing in the dirt. Your lips ticked up into a soft smirk as he protested, trying to push away from them gently despite the grin on his face. For a second, his eyes found yours as he glanced beyond them, his grin softening a little, looking as if he was about to point you out to them, only to be whisked off into another round of smothering.
The roar of an engine revving pulled your eyes away from the crowds, the unmistakable beat of AC/DC’s Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap blaring from open windows confirming your worst nightmare. They had come after all.
The tyres crunched the gravel onto the cobblestones, the black paint freshly washed and waxed, as always. Several groups parted as Baby pulled up, each one watching uncomfortably, a few of them muttering to one another under their breaths as the engine finally shut off – the music with it – and they climbed out, eyes searching over peoples heads until they spotted you, kicking off the wall.
You didn’t exactly sprint over to them as Sam rounded the car, Dean simply leaning against the closed drivers door, watching you with a slightly raised brow.
Your arms remained crossed over your chest, unimpressed, as you slowed in front of him. “Jerk.”
His grin finally broke, “Loser.”
A smile forced itself into your cheeks as you finally launched yourself at them, arms swinging around both of their necks as they lifted you slightly off the edge of your toes.
“How you doing, squirt?” Sam huffed as he put you down, heavy hand clapping you on the head and ruffling your hair.
You cringed, ducking a little to escape it. “I’m good. School’s good.”
“You sure?” Dean held your gaze intently. “I have a to go bag in the trunk, you can be outta here in under 60 seconds fla–”
“Dean,” you stopped him, lips pursed, unimpressed. “We are not having this conversation again.
He huffed, rolling his head to the side and clenching his jaw. “I really thought you would be through with this whole… outcast thing by now.”
Sam glanced between the two of you for a moment, swallowing thickly. “I think what Dean is trying to say is that we miss you,” he tried, offering you an apologetic smile.
“Hey, you’re the bad influence here,” Dean corrected him, holding up a finger, “You’re the one who said school was a good idea.”
“School is a good idea,” he stressed.
“I didn’t bother, and look at me. Just fine!” Dead held his hands out to the side, you and Sam simply glanced him up and down, nodding slowly.
“Yeah—” you drawled, “The picture of stability.”
He frowned as you started walking off, tucking his hands deep in his jacket pockets as they followed after you. “At least Sam went to a normal school.”
You span on your heels, pacing backwards a few steps. “Will you keep your voice down?”
He held his hands up in mock surrender. “I’m just sayin’, a Winchester surrounded by outcasts? What would dad say if he found out.”
You stopped dead, nearly tripping both of your brothers up.
“Dean, I’m an outcast. Sammy is too!”
“Yeah, well–” he paused for a moment, trying to find the words, “you two are different.”
“Different how?” Sam joined you in crossing his arms over his chest, turning with raised brows to watch your brother flounder. You had to fight a self-satisfied smirk.
He just looked at you for a moment, lips opening and closing a few times.
“Point proven,” you huffed.
“I just—“ he pressed his lips into a firm line. “I don’t get why you had t’ come here. Why not join the family business?”
You scoffed, “you know exactly why. You—“ you jabbed your finger into his chest “—would smoke this entire school in an instant if I wasn’t here.”
Sam’s hand on your shoulder had you stepping back before Dean could rebut. “Okay, I think that’s enough. Let’s just—“ he swallowed thickly, glancing around before settling back on you “—try to make it through lunch. At least.”
“Fine.” You huffed.
“Good.”
“Great.”
“Fantastic.”
Dean just had to have the last word.
“So, what are your classmates like?” Sam asked with a soft smile as you pulled apart your sandwich. Dean only continued to glance around the quad, chewing a little obnoxiously though his heaped plate, as if surveying for his next move.
“They’re nice – really nice,” you started, relaxing a little when Sam’s smile turned more genuine. “It feels good to be around others who know what it’s like being different, you know.”
Sam nodded as he swallowed the bite of his food. “Are there many others? Like us, I mean?” His voice quietened a little on instinct, as if forgetting that this was the one safe space he could talk about it. Dean finally snapped back to paying attention.
“Yeah,” you breathed a soft laugh, “there are loads of psychics – different types, too. There is one guy thiugh – my friend Xaiver – he has visions like ours. ‘Turns them into art.” Sam’s eyes widened a little with intrigue.
“Art?” Dean scoffed a little, picking up his fourth sandwich.
“It’s impressive. He can bring them to life, too,” you defended, turning back to Sam with a smile, “It’s crazy.”
Dean huffed a laugh, “Yeah, sounds it.”
Sam shot him a disapproving glare on your behalf.
You only rolled your eyes, dropping the rest of your sandwich back to your plate. Your gaze drifted a little, flicking each of your friends as they chatted with their families, most of them happily – Ajax in particular. Your gaze softened as you focused on him, his eyes meeting yours as if by chance between the throngs of people, instantly breaking into a boyish smile.
“Who do you keep looking at?” Dean twisted in his seat with a scowl, eyes trying to follow yours.
“No one!” You rushed, swallowing thickly and going back to moving your food around your plate.
“Oh yeah?” Sam had turned around too by now and you finally glanced up, feeling the blood drain from your cheeks.
“Guys, really, it’s–” Your heart stopped as you watched Ajax stand, excusing himself from his table quickly. You had told him about your brothers – well, mostly. Kind of. He knew they existed, at least. But you were mostly hoping he would be so busy with his moms all day that you could avoid them being any closer than 12 feet at any one time.
“Hey, (y/n), are these your brothers?”
“Ajax!” You offered a tight lipped smile, hoping desperately that he could see the warning in your eyes. “Y-yeah this is Sam and Dean,” you gestured to each respectively, risking a glance at them.
It took a swift two kicks under the table to stop them staring, their eyes fixed firmly above his eyes as his beanie twitched slightly.
“Mind if I join?” Ajax turned to you, the light confused furrow in his brow evening out as his eyes tore away from your brothers. “My mom is putting Xavier through 20 questions and I fear I’m next.”
You are not going to like what’s about to happen here, then, you thought.
It was Sam who spoke first, “of course.” His elbow connecting with Dean’s side propped a forced smile onto his face.
That’s when Ajax made the worst mistake he possibly could have. As he climbed into the bench beside you, he pressed a quick kiss to the side of your head, his hand running down your back.
It was force of habit, you knew that. He did it every meal time when he found you in the cafeteria.
Your whole body tensed, and as he settled and looked back up, you felt him tense too, his eyes widening.
Sam and Dean were the picture of livid. But that quiet, dangerous kind that had their brows down turned, lips pressed tightly. Glaring daggers into Ajax’s skull.
You swallowed thickly, your hand finding Ajax’s under the table.
“Sam, Dean—“ you started nervously, “—this is Ajax. My boyfriend.”
Their glares did not budge.
Then the next worse thing that could of happened, did.
Whether it was because they sensed your heat beside them or what, one of Ajax’s snakes slipped from beneath his beanie, reaching out tentatively towards you.
Your brother’s eyes fell on it immediately.
You cleared your throat.
“He’s a gorgon…”
Barely a beat passed before they finally exclaimed in unison “gorgon?” “Boyfriend?”
Dean’s voice was louder, his eyes flicking between you with a dry laugh. “Nah ah, we ain’t doing boyfriends around here.”
“Really?” You scoffed, almost phasing out the fact Ajax was beside you entirely. “That is your problem?”
“I think I should go-“ Ajax started to rise beside you, your brothers snapping back to him in unison-
“Sit.”
Ajax fell back to the bench with an almost comical gulp, his hand gripping yours again under the table.
Sam leaned forward, eyes narrowing. “You’re a gorgon. You turn people to stone?”
Ajax cleared his throat. “Uh—only if I take my beanie off. And I don’t… you know. Not unless it’s an accident. Which doesn’t really happen anymore.” He gave a sheepish smile, but it fell under the twin glares he was getting.
“Accident?” Dean barked out a laugh that was anything but funny. “That’s comforting.”
You shot him a glare of your own. “Ajax hasn’t hurt anyone. He’s not dangerous.”
“Not dangerous?” Dean raised his eyebrows at Sam. “Didn’t we just see one of his… little head-friends try to cuddle up to her?”
“They like her,” Ajax blurted out, then immediately went scarlet. His snakes wriggled, betraying him.
“Doesn’t matter. The problem here is boyfriend. As in our sister’s boyfriend.” Dean’s tone dripped with disdain like it was the dirtiest word he’d ever had to say.
You threw your hands up. “Seriously? He’s literally the nicest guy I’ve ever dated and that’s your problem?”
Ajax perked up at that, giving you a shy smile. “Nicest guy, huh?”
“Don’t get comfortable,” Dean snapped at him, then jabbed a finger toward you. “Because you are way too young for a boyfriend.”
“Dean!” you protested, heat rising in your cheeks.
Sam finally chimed in, his voice calmer but no less protective. “You’re still our little sister. That doesn’t change.” His arms crossed. “So you think you’re good enough for her?”
Ajax hesitated, swallowed, then looked both brothers dead in the eye. “No. Probably not. But I’m gonna try like hell anyway.”
For a moment, the air in the quad went still, like even the hum of conversation around your table seemed to have faded.
Dean snorted, shaking his head. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that.” He jabbed a finger at Ajax. “But if you hurt her—gorgonzola or not—I swear to God I’ll find a way to salt-and-burn your snakes one by one.”
“Gorgon.” Sam corrected quietly, still staring Ajax down.
“Whatever.”
Ajax paled. His snakes froze.
You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “Great. Exactly how I pictured this going.”
The rest of lunch passed in horrifically awkward silence. Only the sound of chewing and Dean’s teeth grinding breaking it.
Ajax had finished off the rest of your food. You were far too irate to swallow another bite.
Miraculously, you had managed to swerve your brothers when Sam had to take a call, you had only rolled your eyes when he had answered as Isaac Angus, pest control and stalked back to the car.
You had followed them, partially driven by curiosity, to the edge of campus, lingering against the wall.
“Hey,” Ajax’s voice made you jump. “I thought I saw you disappear this way.” You were greatful when he stopped beside you, letting you lean some of your weight into his side, his arm sliding around your waist the perfect comfort.
“Yeah, sorry.” You offered him a poor attempt at a smile, your eyes quickly going back to Sam, trying to read his lips and piece things together.
“Your brothers are… nice?” He tried, brows furrowing in confusion as you both watched them from the gates, Dean trying to get info from Sam as he paced around the car, still on the phone.
“They’re impossible.”
Ajax’s shoulders relaxed instantly, his smile turning more genuine. “Yeah, they’re kinda intense.”
You snorted a laugh. “You don’t even know the half of it.”
“Is that why you don’t talk about them much?”
You hesitated for a second, your fingers reaching out to his as you turned and leaned against the wall. You fixated on them as you played with them aimlessly. He simply let you.
“Partly, I suppose. It’s… complicated.”
“And your parents?” He asked even more softly, not an ounce of pressure in his tone.
“Even more complicated,” you huffed, defaulting to humour to push back the burning in your eyes. “Dean basically raised Sam, then they both kinda did their best with me.”
Ajax nodded slowly, wetting his lips. “Well, I’d say they did a pretty good job, all things considered.” He squeezed your hand gently and you finally looked up, finding his eyes already trained on yours.
You failed to fight the edges of your mouth as they pulled up into a lopsided smile. “I’ll take that as a compliment. But don’t let them hear that, it will go straight to Dean’s head.”
“Are they like you too?” Ajax glanced back at them again. Sam had hung up now, the two of them bickering a little by the car.
“Psychic?” Ajax nodded. “Sam is, but he was never really taught how to use it. It’s…” you paused again.
“Complicated?” Ajax finished for you. You could only chuckle in response.
“They’ll come around eventually,” you offered quietly. Ajax only scoffed.
“I don’t know about that—”
“They will. I’ll show them,” you leaned up, pressing a gently kiss to his cheek, feeling him flush.
“Oi, loser!” You had become so wrapped up in finally finding a bit of peace that you hadn’t noticed that either of your brothers were making their way back over to you.
You pulled your hand from Ajax’s on instinct, but did nothing to step away.
Dean’s eyes flicked between you uncomfortably. “Look, we have to go, there’s a situation at work,” his cover was flawless, as always.
Despite it all, your stomach still twisted. “Anything serious?”
Sam shook his head, burying his hands in his pockets and glancing at Ajax for a moment before turning back to you. “Shouldn’t be too bad. The systems look fine, they’re just not running as usual.”
Potential demon.
Dean clapped Sam on the shoulder. “Probably just need to bleed them.”
Exorcism, then.
“Right,” you smiled tightly, thankful for once that Ajax was sometimes a little slow to catch on.
“Look, before we go—” Dean started, clearing his throat awkwardly and avoiding looking towards Ajax as he hovered behind you, “—we wanted to…” He winced, as if the words were painful. “Apologize. For being… kinda jerks.”
You blinked, surprise flickering across your face before you could hide it. “You don’t have t—”
“We do.” Sam sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “That being said… we still don’t love the whole ‘boyfriend’ thing.”
Dean shot Ajax a pointed look. “No offense, Medusa Jr.”
Ajax’s snakes twitched, but he nodded quickly. “None taken, sir.”
“Sir – I like that,” Dean muttered with a smirk. You could only roll your eyes at his self-satisfied grin.
Sam, ignoring him, leaned forward a little, his expression dead serious as his eyes fixed on you. “What matters is, it’s your choice. If you ever want out — you call us. Anytime. Day, night, doesn’t matter. We’ll come get you.”
Dean nodded firmly, “No questions asked.”
Your chest tightened, warmth and exasperation tangling together. You rolled your eyes with a laugh, shoving lightly at Dean’s arm. “God, you two are impossible.”
But you couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips.
With that, they turned and headed for the car, Dean stopping only to turn back, finger raised towards your boyfriend. “Don’t hurt her.”
Ajax didn’t need to know what your brothers were capable of to stiffen in fear, his fingers brushing your wrist for comfort. You could only scoff a laugh.
You weren’t even sure they heard you as you shouted for them to be careful, the engine starting up with a roar of AC/DC once again.
“See ya later, loser!” Sam called from his window.
“In a bit, bitch!”
Ajax slid his hand back into yours, glancing between the car and you a little confused as it pulled away.
He murmured under his breath once they were gone, “I think that went… okay?”
You laughed again, softer this time, and squeezed his hand. “For them? Yeah. That was basically a blessing.”
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