A/N: I kinda wrote this in.. like half an hour, it sucks... I know.
A/N 2: Feedback is appreciated! Requests are open!
(This gif doesn’t really have to do to the fic... I just really like it!!)
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Today was a bad day. It couldn’t get any worse. Or so you thought. Your alarm went off an hour late, you didn’t have time to brush your hair out properly, so it sat in a messy bun. You accidentally grabbed Dean’s flannel instead of your own when you were rushing to your car. You had 3 exams that day.
As you ran past the war room, you saw your brother's. “Hey...kiddo? Don’t you have school today? You look like a mess! Are you going to school in your pajamas?” Dean quickly pointed out everything wrong. You were holding 3 textbooks, your makeup bag, and Dean’s flannel and a pair of jeans. “Yes! I do! I overslept! I gotta go!”, you yelled as you ran out the bunker. Unfortunately, you couldn’t find your keys.
Annoyed, you ran back into the bunker. “I can’t find my keys!!”, you screamed. “Don’t panic. We’ll help you look.”, Sam said as he stared worridley at you. “I don’t have time!! I have an exam in 15 minutes!!!”, you yelled, your voice getting louder every word. “Okay then uhm, Dean. Give her the keys to the Impala.”, Sam said as he looked at Dean.
You turned your head to Dean. “Oh hell no! You think I’d let her drive Baby!?!? Over my dead body!”, he yelled. “Dean! I don’t care! I have to leave! NOW!”, you yelled, getting impatient. “Ugh fine! But if you scratch her, I’ll kill you!”, he said as he threw you the keys. “Bye!!”, you yelled as you ran out the bunker for the second time.
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“You think she realized she grabbed your flannel?”, Sam asked his older brother. “She’ll figure out soon enough.”, Dean said as he chuckled.
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On your way to school, every red light you got to, you would take off and put on a garment of clothing. “Are you fucking kidding me?!?!”, you yelled as you realised you grabbed Dean’s flannel. You felt like you wanted to cry. Even though you got to school in 10 minutes, you got stopped by the police right when you were about turn into your school parking lot. “Ma’am, do you have any idea what speed you were going at? You could’ve killed someone.”, she said, more worried than mad.
“Listen ma’am, I’m sorry. I really am. But I overslept, I’m not even wearing my right clothes, and my exam starts in” you paused to look at the clock. “Five minutes?!?!”, you yelled, realizing the time. “I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to write you a ticket.”, she said. “Please, you don’t understand. I have an exam in 5 minutes, and I need to be there on time or else I’ll get kicked out of the class. I’m practically failing it.”, you complained. “I do understand, I was in high school as once as well. But that does not give you the right to break the law.”
You already knew that you couldn’t get out of this situation. “Okay, fine. Just please hurry.”, you asked. “It’ll only take a minute.” But, a minute became 20. You tried to hold back your tears.
If you failed this class, you wouldn’t be allowed to finish high school. Your grades were already bad enough. You had a plan. You were gonna finish high school, go to college, and get out of the hunting life. You hated it, but never told Sam or Dean because you were afraid of what they were going to say.
Even though you were late, you still tried to take the exam. Unfortunately, they wouldn’t let you. “(Y/N), may I speak to you in my office?”, your counselor. “Uh, yeah sure.”, you replied, not really sure of what to say.
“(Y/N), I feel like you should drop some classes.”, Ms.Beverly suggested. You gave her an odd look. “I can’t. If I do, I won’t have enough credits to graduate!”, you exclaimed. “I know (Y/N), you’re trying to catch up. But you’ve been moving around your entire life. This is the first school you’ve ever been to for an entire year. It’s okay to be held back.”, Ms.Beverly. “No, I don’t want to. I can figure this out.”, you said, trying to reason with her. “Sorry, Ms.Winchester, but I’m going to take some classes off your schedule.”, Ms.Beverly said to you. You slowly felt tears coming down your face, but you quickly wiped them away before Ms.Beverly could see them. You rarely left school in the middle of the day, but today was different. Today was hell.
As you parked the Impala, you quickly got out and ran to your room before Sam and Dean could see you. “(Y/N)?”, Sam asked you. You knew he saw you. “Uhh, y-yeah.”, you said, shakily as you turned around to face him. “Is everything okay? You don’t look so well.”, Sam asked you. “Yeah, I’m fine. Our exams got cancelled today because the teacher didn’t show up. Where’s Dean?”, you replied, looking around for him.
“Uhmm, there was a case. He went on his own. I thought I’d stay back with you this time. And I wanted to talk to you. Something’s wrong. I want you to talk to me.”, Sam said. “I’m fine Sammy.”, you replied as you turned away from him. “Don’t give me that bullshit (Y/N/N). I’ve known you for your entire life. I can tell when you’re lying or when something’s wrong.”, he replied. You tried to hold back your tears. “You wanna know the truth? I’m failing classes. I don’t understand any of this. And, I want to finish it all, because I wanna go to college. I don’t want to be a hunter!”, you let out a sob. Sam quickly embraced you.
“Why didn’t you tell me? If you don’t want to hunt, you should’ve told me.”, Sam said as he ran his hand through your hair. “I d-didn’t know how to tell you. I-I thought you would be mad at me.”, you cried. “I could never be mad at you. You’re my baby sister and I love you. I support your choice.”, Sam said. “Here, I’ll help you with your schoolwork. I’ll help you understand it. And I’ll help you have a normal life. Actually, me and Dean never wanted you to hunt. We always thought that you wanted to, and we figured it would be better for us to let you hunt, than for you to run away and hunt on your own.”, Sam said. “T-There’s no point in t-trying. I’m a-already failing.”, you said. “Hey, don’t give up. Keep trying. I’ll help you. In case you forgot, I went to Stanford when you were 5 years old, before I knew you. I had a normal life too.”, he said. After a while of Sam comforting you, you calmed down, and sat next to Sam in the War Room.
“Do you miss her?”, you asked Sam. He slowly looked up at you, confused. “Jess. Do you miss Jess.”, you asked him. “Yeah. A lot. But then I realize that if I didn’t come back home, I would’ve never met you. My amazing baby sister.”, he said as he grinned. “Thanks Sammy, I really appreciate it.”, you said. “Anything for you.”, he said. You weren’t going to graduate that year, but you weren’t gonna hunt anymore. You smiled at Sam as you gave him a hug. Even though you had already lost your actual father, you never felt like it with Sam by your side.
Request: Dean x sister!reader; where the reader goes on a hunt with him and ends up getting hurt and he’s yells at her causing her to lock herself in her room
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Dean had told me to stay behind, but I knew better. When does that end well for him? So the second he disappeared into the building I jump out of the Impala and creep over to the entrance. The was cracked open and I peek in to see the large house empty.
Glancing around I slip in and keep close the wall, I walk slowly and carefully with my knife ready in case there is someone waiting. I hear someone cackle loudly and then Dean screaming loudly. Gasping I stand up and run towards the sound, slowing before I reach the room that they came from.
I peek through the door to see Dean immobilized on the ground with droplets of blood coming from his mouth. He spits out the blood and glares up at the raven-haired witch standing above him. She squats down in front of him and slowly reaches out her hand, the woman smirks as she wiggles her fingers playfully. The closer her hand got to Dean's' neck the more her hand started to illuminate and Dean starts to groan as he tries pulling away.
"Yes," she flashes a shark-like grin, "hot isn't it?"
She presses a finger to his neck and immediately he starts screaming, I burst into the room, "Stop!" One of the girls who had been watching her snaps their head in my direction and flings their arm out, sending me flying into the wall.
"No!" Dean stares at me with wide eyes, anger filling them.
I grunt and groan as I push myself up. The raven-haired witch tilts her head at me and grins, she beckons to me with her finger, "Come here, puppet." I gasp as I am forced up and pulled into her direction and away from my blade. Once I reach her she wraps an arm around my waist and a blade to my neck, "Now, this is much better. Tell me where the book is, now."
Dean looks at her and then back at me and I could tell that he was going to say it. "Put a sock in it, Dean!" I growl and buck my body as I try to free myself. She laughs and tuts at me, "Hold still, wouldn't want to hurt your pretty neck would we?" The knife she held gets pressed harder against my neck and I hiss at the stinging pain of it cutting my skin.
"Now, Dean, please tell me or I will cut off her head."
I give Dean a pleading look, begging him not to. Dean pinches his lips together and huffs out. He looks up with his eyes as cold as ice, "Let her go and I will personally lead you to that damned book."
The witch smiles, "Deal."
She lets me go and I tosses me back over to where I first fell. I bite down a scream as my hand lands on the blade. While she was distracted by me, Dean grabs his hidden blade and lunges forward, plunging it into her chest. "No!" The one witch screams but before she could do anything more I grab my blade and toss it through the air, it lands perfectly into her heart.
Dean stares at her as she falls, just staring at her while he breathes heavily before he turns to me. I recognize the absolute anger in his eyes and look down, "I'm sorry."
"Shut up and get in the car," He growls lowly, "I'll be there in a second."
Nodding quickly, I stand up and scurry out of the room and towards the door. The way he looked at me...it was just like Dad whenever he was mad at me. I never thought that I would get that look from my big brother.
I rush to the car and get in, closing the door shut and staring straight ahead of me, my entire body tense. Dean doesn't come back out for about ten minutes but when he does he was carrying a bunch of things. I open the door to help but he glares and growls, "Back in the damned car, Y/n."
My mouth falls open to explain but I close it and shut the door again. Dean shoves the items into his trunk and then walks towards his side of the car when he gets in the door slams shut. He doesn't move to start the car and just stares angrily at the steering wheel. "Dean...I-"
"What part of 'stay in the car' do you not understand?" He looks at me his nostrils flare as he speaks.
I open my mouth the say something but I can't. He huffs out a dry laugh, "Nothing huh?" I look down at my hands at the disappointment in his voice. "Just thought you could come in balls a-blazin' and it'd work? Y/n when I tell you something I expect you to fucking listen."
"I'm sorry," I whisper.
"Sorry," he growls as he starts the car, "isn't going to undo it. Sorry isn't going to make that thing on your neck go away. But hey, now you'll always have a scar to remind you not to disobey, right?"
I stay silent, tears run down my face. I keep my injured hand clenched with the other wrapped around it. He doesn't need more reason to yell.
***
When we get back Dean doesn't stick around, he steps out of the car and slams the door behind him. I follow quietly and walk into the bunker. Sam smiles when he sees us but the smile quickly disappears when he really sees us. I don't look at him, ashamed, and walk straight towards my bedroom where I lock the door and fall onto my bed. I grab my phone and plug in my earphones, blasting my music loudly.
***
Sam watches as the two separate, the cut on Y/n's neck does not go unnoticed. Dean walks straight to the fridge and grabs a beer. Sam waits until Dean gets a few chugs in before asking, "How did it go?"
"I told her to stay in the damned car and she didn't listen," Dean answers angrily.
"How'd she get that cut and all those bruises."
"Got tossed into a wall, then the main bitch witch held a knife to her neck."
Sam sighs, "Dean, the whole point of her going with was so she could learn. She can't learn from a car."
"How the hell is she supposed to learn if she can't listen to a simple command such as staying in the car, huh Sammy?" Dean was clearly upset, "She shouldn't have come, we should have waited until something easy came up."
Sam scoffs, "None of them are easy, Dean. It's always going to be hard because she doesn't have our experience. But what if that case doesn't come, what if we're hit with something we can't handle without her but she doesn't know anything. She needs to learn, Dean. You can't keep her hidden forever."
Dean's lips press together in a thin line and he glowers at Sam. Sam shrugs, "You know I'm right, you should have taken her with."
Dean huffs, his frown shrinking, "I owe her an apology, don't I?"
Sam makes a 'duh' gesture and points back towards Y/n's room. Sighing, Dean sets his beer to the side and makes his way to his little sister's bedroom. He knocks first, a few times but each time he was left unanswered. "Y/n," he calls for her through the door.
When she still doesn't respond Dean tries the doorknob and growls under his breath when he finds it locked. Dean walks back over to Sam, "It's locked."
Sam purses his lips before shrugging and saying, "Then you can wait, or..." Sam pauses, looking regretful that he had even started saying something. "Or," Dean inquires. Sam exhales and looks away before looking back up at Dean, "There are keys for everyone's room. A key."
"Where is it?"
Sam grimaces, "I mean, let's just leave her alone."
"Sam, what if something's wrong? What if the knife the witch used was laced with something? She didn't respond at all when I knocked or said her name." That sells Sam and he sighs before getting up to get the key. "Here," he says when handing it to Dean.
Dean smiles and makes his way back over to Y/n's door. He tries knocking on it once more and then unlocks it with the key. Dean opens the door slowly and sighs when he sees Y/n curled up into a ball with her cheeks still damp from tears. Her headphones are in which would explain why she didn't answer the door.
Dean walks up to her slowly and sits on the edge of the bed. When Y/n's bed dips it makes her jump and she jumps up, her headphones get yanked out during and she winces. When she sees her big brother she looks at him with scared uncertainty, "Dean?"
Dean sighs and runs a hand through his hair and rubbing the back of his head, "I-I'm sorry."
"What?" Y/n's brows come together in confusion.
"I said, I'm sorry. I was too harsh, I shouldn't have made you stay in the Impala."
Y/n slouches and she looks down at her hands, Dean follows her gaze and frowns when he catches sight of the dried blood on her hand, there's way too much for it to be just from her neck. "What is that?" He asks reaching for it. Y/n tries to pull away but Dean was quicker and catches her hands, "How did this happen?"
"When she threw me back over, my hand landed on my knife," Y/n's face flushes with embarrassment, "I was being stupid."
Dean winces, "No, no you weren't. I would have done the same thing when I was your age, I shouldn't have yelled at you like that." Y/n manages a weak smile and Dean returns it, "For your first encounter with powerful witches, you did pretty damned good. Especially with a knife to your throat. I'm proud."
That makes Y/n grin, "Yeah?"
Dean wraps an arm around her shoulder, "Of course." He gestures towards her injuries, "Now let's get you fixed up."
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Summary: Sequel to Dakota Elizabeth Winchester
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8
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Dean led them to the warrior-princess-polar bear van that was parked a few blocks away. Dakota walked around to the back and knocked on the doors then waited for them to open, but they never did.
“Let’s have a look.” Dean said pulling out a pry bar and shoving it under the doors to pop them open. The doors swung open and Dakota laughed at what she saw. They were blankets all over the back of the car, with a disco ball hanging from the roof and a large portrait of a tiger hanging on one wall of the van. There was a lingering smell of alcohol and weed coming from the car.
“I love it.” Dakota smiled.
“This is magnificent. That’s what this is.” Dean grinned and Dakota saw Sam roll his eyes.
“It’s pretty bitchin’, but it’s not a serial killer lair.” Dakota pointed out.
“Maybe a lady killer lair.” Dean joked.
“Okay, seriously, y’all suck!” Sam complained as he reached into the van and picked up a few novels lying on the ground, “Hegel? Kant? Wittgenstein? That’s some pretty damn heavy reading.”
“So, he has a cool van and has great taste in classic literature.” Dakota summarized.
“I’m more interested in the Moby Dick bong.” Dean said pulling a three foot long bong out of the car. “I’m starting to like this guy.”
Dakota thought she might be starting to like him too.
……….
They were staked out in the Impala waiting for Andy to come back to his van, eating one of the most disgusting burgers Dakota had ever had the misfortune of consuming.
Dean threw his burger down and sighed, “You know, one day I’d love to just sit down and eat something that I didn't have to microwave at a minimart.”
“Hell, I’d settle for it not being completely soaked in grease.” Dakota said abandoning her burger.
“What I don’t get is the motive.” Sam mumbled from the front seat.
“...The motive for not wanting to eat crappy food, or have we switched back to the Andy thing?” Dakota asked.
“Andy. The doctor was squeaky clean. Why would Andy waste him?” Sam asked.
“If it is Andy.” Dean said and Dakota nodded.
“The doctor was mind-controlled in front of a bus. Andy just happens to have the power of mind control.” Sam argued.
“I don’t know, he just doesn’t strike me as a killer and where’s the motive?” Dakota pointed out.
“How the Hell would you know? Why are you two bending over backwards to defned him?” Sam snapped.
Dean was quiet for a moment, “Because I don’t think you are right about this.”
Whatever he was going to stay next was interrupted by Andy bending down next to her open window.
“Hey! You think I haven’t seen you three following me?” He snapped.
Dakota opened her mouth to say something, but ended up just staring at him, “Um…”
“Well, we’re lawyers. A relative of yours has…” Sam started.
“Tell the truth!” Andy snapped.
“That was the truth.” Dakota said said shaking herself out of her daze.
“We hunt demons.” Dean confessed without batting an eye. “Demons and spirits.”
“Dude!” Sam exclaimed.
“ Things your nightmares wouldn’t even touch. Sam’s my brother and Dakota is my sister.”
“Oh my God stop talking!” Dakota said putting her hand in her hands.
“I’m trying.” Dean apologized, “They’re both psychic like you. Well, not really like you. Sam thinks you’re a murderer and I think Dakota thinks you’re cute. Anyways, Sam’s afraid he’s afraid he’s going to become a murderer too because you’re all part of something that’s terrible. And I hope to Hell he’s wrong, but I’m starting to get scared dhe might be right.”
“Dean!” Sam and Dakota snapped.
“Okay. Stop talking! Just leave me alone!” Andy said before standing up and walking away.
Dakota and Sam got out of the car and started following Andy, while Dean stayed rooted to his seat, “What are you doing? I said, leave me alone.”
“No.” Dakota said crossing her arms and continuing to walk towards Andy.
“Get in you car, start driving, and never stop. Please.” Andy said.
“It doesn’t seem to work on us Ady.” Sam said. Dakota heard the car door open and close and heard the sound of footsteps approaching.
“You can make people do things, can’t you? You can tell them what to think.” Sam said and Dakota held up a hand to stop Dean from coming closer.
“That’s crazy!” Andy gave a humorless laugh.
“This all started a year ago, didn’t it? Right after your 22 birthday?” Dakota asked.
“It was little stuff at first, then you got better at controlling it.” Sam continued.
“How the Hell do you know all this?” Andy asked putting his hands on his head.
Dakota took a step closer to him, “‘Cause the same thing happened to us, Andy. Our mom died in a fire, too. We have X-Men powers, too.”
Andy cracked a little smile, “‘X-Men powers’?”
“Shut up.” Dakota mumbled, blushing.
“Did you tell the doctor to walk in front of the bus?” Sam asked before closing his eyes and scrunched his face.
“Wow, he is okay?” Andy asked as Dean ran up and grabbed Sam’s shoulders.
“He’s having a vision.” Dakota explained as Sam started falling and Dean lowered him to the ground.
“A woman. A woman burning alive.” Sam said.
“Did you get anything else?” Dean asked still kneeling next to Sam.
“She’s at a gas station. A woman is going to kill herself.” Sam explained, his eyes still shut tight.
“What does he mean ‘going to’?” Andy asked.
“Shut up!” Dean snapped.
“Sam’s visions are of the future.” Dakota explained.
“She gets triggered by a call on her cellphone.” Sam continued.
“When?” Dakota asked.
“I don’t know.” Sam said.
“Well, as long as we don’t keep our eyes off this son of a bitch, he can’t hurt her.” Dean said.
“Hey! I didn’t hurt anyone!” Andy said.
“Okay guys…” Dakota started, but she was cut off by a fire truck and ambulance driving down the street with sirens blazing.
“Dean, go. Kota and I’ll wait with Andy.” Sam said.
Dakota sat down on the ground and Andy sat next to her while Sam paced the parking lot they were in.
“I don’t know that I ever caught your name.” Andy said.
Dakota smiled a little and looked down at her hands in her lap, “Dakota Winchester. But, you can call me Kota.”
“Your last name is Winchester? Wow, you must be a real pistol.” Andy said blushing slightly.
Dakota smirked, “Winchester makes rifles, but since your attempt and flirting is cute I will allow you to continue.” Dakota said.
“Oh well, thank you, my lady.” Andy said giving an overly dramatic bow and Dakota laughed.
A few minutes later Andy and Dakota were in a deep and dramatic conversation about which Harry Potter book was the best when Sam jogged back over to them.
“She’s dead. The woman from the gas station. Just a few minutes ago.” Sam said.
“But you just had the vision.” Dakota pointed out.
“I can’t control them.” Sam argued.
“Can someone explain this vision thing to me?” Andy asked.
……….
“You get premonitions about people about to die? That’s impossible.” Andy said after Dakota and Sam explained everything.
“You have the power of mind control. I think a lot of people would say that was impossible.” Dakota said.
“Death visions. Dude, that sucks.” Andy shakes his head. “When I got my mind thing, it was like a gift. It was like I won the lotto.”
“But you still live in a van.” Sam pointed out.
“I like the van.” Dakota said and Andy bumped his shoulder with hers.
“But you could have anything you ever wanted.”
“Yeah, but I’ve got everything I need.” Andy smiled. Dakota smiled, she loved that kind of ideology.
“So, you’re really not a killer.” Sam said.
Andy laughed, “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.”
“That’s good.” Sam said.
“Yeah, it means there’s hope for our asses after all.” Dakota smiled.
The low rumble of the Impala sounded and Dakota turned to see their car pulling up. Dean stepped out of the car and walked up to them.
“The victim's name is Holly Beckett. 41. Single.” Dean said.
“Who is she?” Sam asked.
“Never heard of her.” Andy shrugged.
“I called Ash on the way over here. He came up with a little something. Apparently Holly Beckett gave birth when she was 18 years old, back in 1983, the same day you were born Andy.” Dean explained.
“Were you adopted?” Dakota asked Andy.
“Yeah, why?” Andy asked.
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Dea asked.
“It never came up. I never knew my birth parents, and like you said, my adopted mom died when I was six months old.” Andy said. “Do you think this Holly woman could be my mom?”
“I don’t know. Tried to get a copy of the birth certificate, but they’re sealed by the county office.” Dean said.
“Well screw that.” Andy smirked.
……….
“I probably shouldn’t have let you kids in here.” The clerk from the county office said as he let them into the record room after very little “convincing” from Andy.
“No. It’ll all be fine, alright. Go grab a cup of coffee.” Andy promised as Dakota walked over to one of the bookshelves and grabbed a box of files as the man left the room, “These aren’t the droids you’re looking for.” Andy said in his best Obiwan impression and Dakota burst out laughing.
“Awesome.” Dean smiled.
“I can’t believe you said that.” Dakota said breathlessly.
“I can’t believe you laughed at that!” Andy laughed along.
“I can’t believe what lovesick puppies you two are.” Sam said as they walked over to one of the tables.
Dakota took the top off of the box and they started looking through it until Sam stopped them.
“Guys. I found it. Andy, Holly Beckett was your birth mother.” Sam said.
“Wow...does anyone have a Vicodin?” Andy asked.
Dakota pick up a paper and skimmed it, “Dr. Jennings was her doctor, too. He oversaw the adoption.”
“Andy, you have a solid connection to both of them.” Sam said.
“Yeah, but I didn’t kill them.” Andy said.
“We believe you.” Dean promised.
“But, who did?” Andy asked.
“I think I got a pretty good guess.” Sam said.
“Really? ‘Cause I got nothing.” Dakota said.
“Yeah, well, the birth records show that Holly Beckett gave birth to twins.” Sam said.
Andy sat back in his chair, “...I have an evil twin.”
“So do I. It’s not that bad.” Sam said.
“You wanna know what, jackass.” Dakota snapped.
“Holly put you and your brother up for adoption and you went to the Gallagher family and your brother went to the Weems family upstate.” Sam read.
“Andy? How you doing? You still with us?” Dean asked and Dakota leaned over and put her hand on top of Andy’s.
“Um...What’s my brother’s name?” He asked.
“Ansem Weems.” Sam answered. “He’s got a local address.”
“He lives here?” Andy asked breathlessly.
“Let’s get a look at him. Got his picture coming over from the DMV now.” Dean said standing over the printer. Dean stared at the paper in his hand and slowly walked towards the table, “Hate to kick you while you’re freaked. Take a look at that.”
Andy grabbed the paper and Dakota looked over his shoulder at it, “Isn’t that the waiter from the diner?”
……….
They all loaded up into the Impala and drove full speed towards the diner.
“So, what do you know about this Webber guy?” Dakota asked.
“I don’t know much. Webber shows up one day eight months ago, acting like he was my best friend in the world. He’s kinda weird, like trying too hard, ya know?” Andy said.
“He must have known you two were twins.” Dean said.
“Yeah, but why change his name? Why not tell you the truth?” Dakota asked.
Sam threw his head back dramatically and groaned.
“Sam?” Dean and Dakota asked.
“Dean stop the car!” Dakota commanded and Dean pulled over and raced to Sam’s side of the car with Dakota and Andy behind him. Dakota knelt down in front of Sam as soon as the door was open.
“What did you see?” Dakota asked putting her hands on his shoulder.
“A dam, Webber, the woman from the diner.” Sam said.
Andy directed them in the direction of the dam and Sam quickly recognized the stretch he had seen in his vision. They pulled the Impala over in a wooded area and climbed out. Dakota watched Andy get out of the backseat, then looked over at Dean who was opening the trunk.
“Hey, Dean? Maybe you should wait here.” She suggested.
“Fine by me. I’ve had my head screwed with enough today.” Dean said handing out some hand guns.
“I’m coming with you guys. That’s Tracy out there, and I’m coming.” Andy said standing his ground. Dean nodded and handed him a gun.
“Do you know how to use that?” Dakota asked.
“No, but you do. So I’m trusting you to do the actual work while I stand there and look cool while holding a gun.” He smiled weakly.
“Okay, let’s do this.” Sam said.
They walked quickly towards the dam, Dakota giving Andy a quick lesson on how not to kill them by accidentally firing until they came across a car.
“That’s Tracy’s car.” Andy whispered.
Dakota and Sam nodded at each other and rounded either side of the car, using the butt of their guns to slam on the front windows, shattering them. Dakota was on the passenger’s side and immediately looked in and saw that Tracy wasn’t cut by any glass, but she was by no means okay if her tears and half unbuttoned dress were any indication. Andy ran up next to Dakota and pulled Tracy out of the car, giving her a quick hug before Dakota grabbed him and dragged him to where Sam had Webber pinned on the ground. She slapped a piece of duct tape over his mouth while Sam sat on his chest and Andy on his legs.
“I swear to God I will kill you!” Andy yelled at his twin before lunging forward and Sam grabbed him and dragged him off of Webber, leaving Dakota holding him down.
Unfortunately, Dakota was small and skinny and Webber almost instantly flipped her off of him. She hit her head hard on the ground and twisted her knee falling. She laid on the ground holding her head before rolling over and seeing Sam holding his head, probably because Tracy was swinging a tree branch at him.
“How did you do that?” Dakota asked out loud when she realized that Webber was still controlling Tracy.
“Practice makes perfect.” Webber smirked and turned to Andy, “Sometimes you don’t even need to use words. Sometimes all you need is your mind. The headache is almost worth it.”
“You sick twisted son of a bitch!” Andy screamed lunging for his brother.
“Andy stop!” Dakota yelled as she climbed back onto her feet, still holding the back of her head.
“You don’t want to do this Andy, otherwise Tracy’s gonna do a little flying.” Webber threatened as the brothers locked their hands around each other’s neck. Dakota looked and saw that Tracy was standing on the edge of the dam and she started rushing towards her as fast as she could on an injured knee.
“I won’t do that if I were you.” Webber threatened and Dakota stopped and turned back to look at them.
“Okay, okay. Just...please don’t hurt her.” Andy said releasing Webber and taking a step back.
“Don’t be mad at me, okay? I know. It’s all wrong. I didn’t mean for this to happen. It’s just that Tracy was coming between us. I’m your best friend, not her!” Webber snapped.
“You’re insane.” Andy whispered.
“She’s garbage! Man, they all are! We can push them. We can make them do whatever they want!” Webber declared.
“You’re out of your mind!” Dakota said taking a step closer to Andy.
“Are you really this stupid?” Is it-you learn you’ve got a twin, you call him up, you go out for a drink. You don’t start killing people!” Andy argued. Dakota turned around and looked at her own twin, Sam was still on the ground from being hit with a branch, but was slowly getting into a sitting position.
“I wanted to tell you for so long, bro, but...he didn’t let me. He said I had to wait until the time was…” Webber started.
“Wait. Who’s ‘he’?” Dakota asked.
“The man with the yellow eyes.” Webber said as though that was a completely normal thing while Dakota felt her stomach turn and her ears start ringing.
“What are you talking about?” Andy asked.
“You don’t want to know.” Dakota promised, but Webber spoke over her.
“He came to me in my dream. Said I was special. He said he had big plans for me.” He said.
“And all the children like you, right?” Dakota asked and Webber nodded before he turned back to talking to Andy. Dakota looked over her shoulder at Sam who nodded that he had heard the whole thing.
Dakota felt emotions all of a sudden outside of hers and Tracy’s. She looked into the treeline at the same time as Webber, who apparently could sense Dean as well.
“Bye-Bye.” Webber commanded.
“No!” Dakota and Sam yelled as a gunshot went off.
Dakota watched Webber drop to the ground then looked over at Andy who’s hands were shaking, still holding the gun.
……….
The sun was rising as the police and ambulance showed up, Andy quickly “telling” them what had happened. Dakota sat against the side of the dam with an ice pack on her knee the paramedics had insisted on giving her while Sam had one for his head. Andy came and sat down next to her and her brothers.
“Look at you. You’re getting pretty good a t that.” She smiled.
“She won’t even look at me.” He whispered looking at his feet. Dakota looked over to the ambulance Tracy was sitting in, getting treated.
“She’s pretty shaken up.” Dakota pointed out.
“No, this is different. I’ve never used my mind thing on her before last night. She’s scared of me now.” Andy said and Dakota noticed a shadow crossing over them.
“Hey, I hate to do this, but we got to get out of here.” Dean said above them.
“Okay.” Dakota pouted.
“Kota, why don’t I give you my number. I’m new to this whole mind thing, maybe we could help each other out over drinks sometime.” He said and Dakota smiled and blushed before handing over her phone. He quickly typed it in and handed it back to her, smiling as widely as she was before grabbing her in a hug.
“That’s enough. Break it up.” Dean said, physically grabbing Dakota by the back of her flannel and pulling her up, Andy following in suit. She turned to look at him and placed a quick kiss on his lips before turning and following her brothers to the car.
“Andy and Kota sittin in a tree…” Sam sang and Dakota punched his arm, “And for the record, I was right. Andy is a killer after all.”
“Yeah, and you’re a freakin’ mood killer.” Dakota glowered.
“Sam, get over yourself. Andy just saved our asses.” Dean said.
“Bottom line, last night he waste someone.” Sam said.
“We waste people all the time.” Dakota said.
“He’s not a foaming at the mouth psycho.” Dean said.
“Sam, what do you want us to say. You’re trying really hard for us to say ‘yes, you’re destined to be a killer’, but I don’t know why. You are fine. We are fine. Let this go, for the sake of my sanity.” Dakota begged.
“Dean is scared of us!” Sam argued as they reached the Impala.
“As he should be. We could easily kick his ass.” Dakota said opening the door, but not getting in yet.
“That was mind control! That’s like being roofied, it doesn’t count.” Dean argued. “I’m calling a do-over.”
“What are you, seven?” Sam asked.
“Doesn’t matter, we just keep doing what we’re doing, find that evil son of a bitch and kill it.” Dean said as Dakota’s phone started ringing.
“Hey Aunt Ellen, what’s up?” She asked once she answered.
“Something’s wrong. You need to get here.” She said sharply.
“Okay. We’re leaving right now.” Dakota promised.
……….
They made it to the Roadhouse in record time and rushed inside to find the place completely empty except for Ellen. They sat down at the bar and she handed them three beers.
“So, you want to tell me about this last hunt of yours?” She asked putting her hands on her hips.
“Um...I thought Kota said something was wrong and we needed to get here as soon as possible?” Dean asked and Ellen shut him up with a look.
“It’s kind of a family thing.” Sam vaguely explained..
“Not any more.” Ellen said pulling a huge stack of paper from under the bar and dropping it in front of them, “I got this stuff from Ash. Andrew Gallagher’s house burned down on his six month birthday. Just like your house. You think it was the demon both times, don’t you?” Ellen asked. All three Winchesters remained silent, “Dakota, no lies, no half-truths. Something big is coming and it’s not your war, it’s a war and all we have are us, together.”
“There are people out there, like Andy...like Sam and me, and...we all have some kind of ability. A psychic ability. Sam has visions, like premonitions, and I’m an empathy so I can feel people’s emotions. Andy has mind control and there was this kid, Max, who was a telekinesis. The demon said he had plans for us and the children like us.” Dakota explained.
“What kind of plan?” Ellen asked.
“We don’t know.” Sam said.
“And these other psychics, are they dangerous?” Ellen asked and Dakota dropped her head in her hands and groaned.
“No!” Dean said violently.
“Not all of them.” Sam argued.
“How many are there?” Ellen asked.
“We’ve been able to track a clear pattern so far. They’ve all had house fires the night of the kids six month birthday.” Dean said.
“That’s not true.” Sam muttered.
“What?” Dakota and Dean asked.
“Webber or Ansem Weems or whatever- I looked at his file, there was no house fire.” Sam explained.
“Correction: We have no clear pattern, no way to find them, no idea where the demon is or the Cult, and we don’t know why we have abilities.” Dakota groaned.
“So, if there are any others like him, there would be nothing in the system, no way to track them all down.” Ellen summarized.
“And so , who knows how many of them are really out there.” Dean said.
“Jo, honey. Why don’t you break out the whiskey.” Ellen called out.
SUMMARY: Reader!Winchester had a revenge on older brother Dean for stealing her Mac and Cheese.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is for @imjusthereforsupernatural winchester!sister writing challenge! I hope I do good :) The bold sentence is the prompt.
Sam and Dean just got back from sending Charlie off to somewhere she desired to be, but you three were still staying at an abandoned house to continue with your hunt. Upon reaching the dinner table, Dean quickly stopped. The dinner table was empty.
“Hey, Sam?”
“Yeah?” your middle brother glanced at your eldest brother.
“My pie,” Dean said. “I put it right here before we went out. Did you take it somewhere?”
Sam, without any expression on his face replied, “No, I didn’t. Go and ask (y/n). She’s been in here all the while.”
Sam headed off to his room up the stairs. Even thought this was an abandoned house, yet it was still strongly standing like a brand new house. The furniture, although they were dusty and old and some looked like they were eaten by rats, but the electricity and water were still running, how incredible.
As rage building up in Dean’s chest, he called out. “(Y’n)!”
You were in another room beside the kitchen. You heard your brothers came back, but you decided to ignore them because you believe there were nothing important unless one of them called you on their way back home.
You appeared in the kitchen, watching Dean innocently. “Yeah?”
“Did you see my pie?” he asked. Dean looked miserable knowing that his pie was missing. You wanted to laugh at your eldest brother for acting like a child.
“No?”
“No?” Dean grimaced, looking around the kitchen -- at the counter tops, at the sink, inside the fridge. His pie was nowhere to be found. “Oh, God. Where did I out it?”
“Have you checked up in the trunk?” you suggested although you knew the answer.
“No, we didn’t buy anything on our way back,” Dean answered your question obliviously as he continued looking for his pie. He walked pass the window at the kitchen, instinctively look outside and stopped when he saw something.
Dean gasped and you winced. "What the hell, (y/n)? What did you to my pie?"
"What? I didn't do anything?" you lied as you stared at Dean who was staring at something on the other side of the window.
"No, you're lying!" Dean yelled as he approached and pointed his finger at you. His eyebrows ceased. "The pie was here. Untouched. And still beautiful to eat. Now it's gone! And I see its bucket outside! How can it be outside?"
"I don’t know," you defended yourself, making that face to convince Dean that you didn’t do anything to his pie. “You sure you didn’t throw it away? You didn’t purposely throw in the trash or something?”
"Why would I do that?" Dean looked at you as if you’ve lost your mind. “(Y/n)?”
"I said, I didn't!"
Dean was pissed. Pisser than when he caught you out in the woods hunting wendigo alone without his and Sam's knowledge. Dean was pisser than when he found out that you were dating a werewolf. It's about pie. His favourite food of all times. Even though you’re his little sister, you can’t win over a pie.
As Dean stared at you for awhile, calming himself down and taking a breath, he said. "You sure you didn't do anything to my pie?" He had his eyes narrowed at you. "You want me to tell Sam about that you--"
"--stole his gun?" You asked, raising an eyebrow. "He knew. I gave it back to him last week. I told him I used it for--"
"You sure you want me to tell him that you didn't like his old girlfriend? That you threatened her to leave him?"
You pulled a face, held yourself so you wouldn't flinch because that would show how afraid you were with Dean's threat.
But most importantly, it’ll show that you’re guilty.
"Go ahead." You looked away nervously. "I'm sure he don't mind."
Dean's eyebrows raised in excitement. "You sure?" He smirked. "You know he's in his room right now. I can go up and...."
You shrugged. "No, go ahead." You felt your heart dropped hard onto the floor for being so stupidly stupid. No one wants to tell her big brother that she was the reason his old girlfriend left him!
Dean's smile bigger. "Okay." He started to walk heading for the stairs of the abandoned house you three siblings stayed for the night. He kept on looking back at you as if expecting you to give up and admit that you ate his pie, but you stayed cool. You watched him walked up the stairs, at the top of the second floor, along the corridor and you watched him disappeared behind the wall as he walked in the hallways towards Sam's bedroom. But just when you heard he call out for Sammy, you started to panic.
"Oh God, what am I doing?" You mumbled to yourself before sprinted upstairs. "Dean! Dean! Wait up! Dean, wait!"
You chased after your brother until you were met with your other brother in front of Sam's door.
"Dean wait!" You halted. While panting, you looked at Sam in horror, already afraid that he’s mad at you. But no. When Dean turned fully to you with a winning smirk on his face, Sam had a confusion written on his face.
"Yeeeeeessss, (y/n)?" Dean teased. "You have something to tell? Me? Or Sam?"
You quickly felt guilty towards Sam. You glanced at your middle brother who still looked confused, but immediately looked away as if he would know you hid something from him by the look in your eyes.
"Okay. Okay, I admit,” you said to Dean. Sam looked in between you and Dean. Some part of him already knew what was this all about. "I stole your pie and...” you gulped. “And I gave them to the crows."
Sam couldn’t contain his laughter than he quickly burst out laughing while watching Dean's face fall. "YOU WHAT?!"
You put up your hands, a defending stand. "Look, look, I can explain."
"You stole my pie and you GAVE THEM TO THE CROWS!" Dean screamed. "How could you do that to me!"
"What, you're the one with mac and cheese!" You screamed back at him. "Don't expect me not to do anything when you--"
"Oh, just because of that? Just because I was with your mac and cheese and you're punishing me by giving my pie to the crows?"
“Yeah, well, I-- I don’t really like pies so... I gave them to--”
“But that’s my pie, you sucker!” Dean yelled at you.
You shrugged. "That’s what you get when you eat my mac and cheese,” you said mumbled, giving Dean your best saddest look before turning around.
