Characters: J2, actriss reader, Sam and Dean Winchester.
Summary: J2 get emotional during a scene so you help them (idk how else to explain it without spoiling it.
Word Count: 661 (i know it’s short it was just a little something i though of)
S/N/N: sisters name, i didn’t know what name to use for their sister so i’ll let you guys decide.
Y/N: your name
Y/N/N: your nickname
You felt as the thick velvet blood trickled down your head, as tears stained your cheeks you looked up to them. Sam and Dean, one of them at each side of you holding your hand, their eyes equally glassy but they tried to maintain strong for you. You looked down at your abdomen, it looked ripped and torn blood oozing out all around.
“You’re okay, it’s gonna be okay. We’ll get you outta here and you’ll be better in no time.” Said Dean squeezing your hand tightly and kissed it softly.
“De, Sammy…” You choked up blood before continuing, “It’s okay…. It’s my time to leave now…” You finished, breathing heavily between each frase.
“No S/N/N, we’ll get you out of this. We’ll save you, just like we always do!” Sam said sobbing he couldn’t lose his baby sister, not now, not like this.
“Look at me… i want you to promise me something..” You said trying to look at them but a sharp pain in your neck stopped you from doing do. “Promise me…. you won’t do anything stupid..” You said smiling tightly, more tears cascaded down your cheeks rolling down onto the floor.
“Okay” they both said hesitantly knowing what you meant by that.
“Smile for me… if i’m gonna die… i wanna see you happy one last time… even if it’d fake…” You choked out your voice hoarse and soft almost like a whisper but your breathers caught everything. Still sobbing they smiled for you, it was small and pitiful but a smile. With that you were content finally letting the tall skeleton-like man you knew as death take you, leaving your brothers for the last time. They sobbed into your shirt, Dean grasping your face trying to find life in his baby sister, trying to find life in his world.
“CUT! That’s a wrap for today guys!” The director yelled and everyone began to clean up and leave. Slowly you peeled open your eyes still feeling a heavy wait on your chest, you realized Jensen and Jared were still on you.
“Guys? Guys he said cut you can get off me now” You said laughing slightly but stopped when you realized they were still crying. “Hey hey, I’m alive, okay? It’s fake, I’m fine see?” You said softly tugging on their shirts, their weight was beginning to restrict your breathing making you out of breath. Once they realized they sat up, their were eyes red and puffy. When they finally let you sit up properly they both attacked you once again in a hug.
“It was so real Y/N/N, it felt like you were actually dead…” Jared said finally after a while of hugging you.
“But hey I’m not going anywhere, it’s just acting.” You said as you moved his hair out of his face.
“Hell of a good actress you are” muttered Jensen before smirking slightly, making you giggle slightly. “You really can’t die though, not on my watch. After 4 years of filming you’re like a sister to us now, we love you” You entered the show in season one at 12 years old as Sam and Dean Winchesters little sister. Now four years later they’ve become your best friends, your brothers, and you don’t know what you’d do without them.
“Awwwww, does that mean you like my terrible jokes too?” You asked trying to make them laugh.
“Yeah, even your terrible jokes I guess” Said Jensen acting fake annoyed as you all laughed.
“Hey you know what will cheer you up a little more?” You asked, a mischievous smile forming on your lips.
“What would that be exactly?” answered Jared, the two men looked at you curious of you were up to.
“Wanna go prank Misha?” You asked getting up quickly looking around if he was near.
“Hell yeah!” They said together and you all began laughing as you walked away to the real, non-monsters, non-hunter, world.
Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Sister!Reader, John Winchester (mentioned).
Summary: reader is anxious about their birthday.
Word Count: 868
Y/N: your name
Y/N/N: your nickname
You had to say the past week had been, well, something else. Your birthday was on Sunday so of course your big brothers decided that everyday they’d ask the same goddamn question you began to hate so much: “Who’s birthday is on Sunday?”. It was stupid really but the thought of your birthday was almost unbearable to withstand. It was hard to explain why you hated that date so much, you didn’t hate being alive it was just that good things didn’t tend to happen on your birthday and them reminding you of it wasn’t helping. You had managed to keep your composure for the entire week, well, almost. Everything was going okay until Saturday, the second you woke up the anxiety was already heavy inside your stomach, the stress from the next day was very present. Slowly you lifted yourself from the bed preparing yourself for the inevitable question you were to be asked.
You walked calmly into the kitchen and began preparing yourself a cup of coffee, suddenly you felt a presence behind you and you tensed up turning around grabbing the person by their collar and putting a fist to their face. Immediately you realized it was your older brother Damn, anxiety and hunter instincts really don’t mix well.
“Hey, hey, hey. It’s just me chill.” Said Dean giving you a scared look knowing your strength and what would’ve happened if you’d just punched him without hesitating.
“Oh crap, sorry De.” You said as you let go of your big brother and straightened his shirt where you had grabbed him. You cringed internally as you anticipated the question, you began counting, waiting for the moment.
“Hey! Who’s birthday is tomorrow?” You heard Sam coming in from the hallway and the second you the last words escaped his lips you broke down. All the composure and patience you’ve had the entire week was gone. Suddenly every single memory from you past birthdays flooded into your brain like a someone pulled out the plug keeping everything inside.
“Y/N? Y/NN, what’s wrong?” Asked sam concerned he had done something to cause this.
“I’m- I’m sorry, excuse me.” You nearly sobbed, moving them away and running into your room. You didn’t want to face your past, not now at least. You laid on your bed for who knows how long, reminiscing on every single thing in your life. It confused you how your siblings weren’t the type to get excited over birthdays unless of course, it was yours. As always it was time for your brothers to come in and try to help you which they usually did, but this time you didn’t think they could. So you heard as the door to your room creaked open to reveal your brothers, your face against the pillow you only heard and felt them sit down next you.
“You wanna talk?” Said the person you could only describe as Sam as he put his hand on your back.
“Come on Sammy you already know the answer to that.” You said curtly as your tears began to dry on your cheeks.
“Doesn’t hurt to try though. So tell us what’s wrong, cause you know that if you don’t tell us now we’ll get it out of you somehow.” He said, and you knew he was right. It always ended like that; you hesitated before flipping over and sitting up.
“I-ugh. I just really don’t like my birthday.” You said looking down at your hands.
“Why?” Asked your eldest brother Dean.
“Because not very good things have happened on my birthday De. Don’t you remember?” upon hearing silence you continued, “My mother died when I was 6, so I was put into foster care, on my 7th birthday my foster parents ended up being freakin’ mauled by vampires, Dad finds me and so on until he leaves, then we find him and he too dies on my birthday. It’s like I’m bad luck…” You finished, tears leaking out once again from your eyes.
“Y/N. Don’t ever say you’re bad luck ever again. You are the everything but bad luck Yeah, you’ve gone through stuff but all that just brought you to us. We won’t ever let those things happen to you again, do you understand?” Said Dean reassuringly to you.
“yeah.” you answered softly.
“Y/N/N we love you so so much, you have made our lives smooch better and brighter. I remember when Dad first brought you I was so happy. I remember how you left us surprised the first time you hunted because of how good you were, I remember how you won the spelling bee at your school. Those are the memories you should remember, you’ve helped us both so much and I hate that you think your bad luck.”
“Thank you Sammy, I love you both.” You said wiping away your final tears.
“Hey, what do you say if tomorrow morning I’ll make you your favourite breakfast. We can do whatever you want.” Sammy asked you lovingly.
“Yeah, that sounds good. But right now, I need my coffee” You said and you all laughed and got up ready to continue your day, your lives.
Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Sister Reader.
Request/Summary: Could you please do a imagine? The Reader is 15 y/o and she's having a hard time.Because she thinks that she's too fat,and she's at the edge of a eating disorder.And Dean finds out one day bc she's crying right after she ate I know it's a tough one❤
Age: the request says 15 but it can be any really
Word Count: 1,378
Y/N: your name
Y/N/N: you nickname
Y/F/F: your favourite food.
You are a hunter, you faced terrifying creatures every other day, you’ve met the devil himself and yet, for some damn reason the only thing that currently haunted you day and night were too short words. Too fat. You were forever tormented by what were really just numbers; how much you’ve eaten during the day, the size of the portions you ate, the calories, carbs, sugars, you name it. Every day you found yourself counting everything and yet, you couldn’t help it.
It had started a couple months back, you had only just gone on a diet simply cutting out most carbs. Then another diet, and another until finally you had cut out almost everything. You stopped going on hunts because you were too tired, your head was always hurting and you always felt sick. You were afraid of not knowing how to control yourself. You weren’t anorexic, you knew that, you still ate. In the morning one egg and coffee no milk or sugar, you ate a salad during lunch and for dinner you would drink a cup of tea. In between these “meals” you filled your body with loads of water and locked yourself in your room.
You laid in your bed staring at the ceiling, you didn’t move for hours, or rather you couldn’t. Your limbs ached as you heard the clock ticking, the fan creaking as it spun around and around over your body, your stomach growling for food. You were hungry, yes, but you didn’t give in to the sick feeling deep inside your empty organs. Tick-tock tick-tock you waited for time to pass by hoping and wishing for it to go quickly so you don’t have to eat and just sleep. It didn’t work, the time continued as slowly as it always did and always will.
A knock on your door snapped you out of your thoughts. “Come in.” you said still blankly staring at the dull ceiling. You heard the creaking of the door and the squeak of the loose floor boards as your brother walked in.
“Hey Y/N, dinners ready.” Dean said, you continued looking up at the ceiling.
“Eh, I’m not hungry.” You said in a monotone voice, but your stomach gave it away letting out a loud and long grown. Goddammit.
“Doesn’t sound like it.” Dean chuckled, he knew something was wrong with you but he didn’t know what. “You sure? It’s your favourite. Y/F/F.” He finished seeing as you didn’t respond.
“I don’t know.” you said looking at him finally, you neck aching as you did so.
“I don’t know? Come on kid you’re eating.” He said walking towards you, grabbing you and putting you over his shoulder. You started to giggle slightly but stopped when you felt the sharp pain in your stomach. He finally put you down in a chair in front of Sam and placed the delicious looking food on the table. You wanted to resist but you just couldn’t. If you didn’t you’d hurt Deans feelings and that’d be terrible, and it was Y/F/F. But if you did eat that’d be worse, right?
You chose Deans feelings was more important, but you kept in mind how much you’d eat. You were quiet the entire dinner, whenever Sam or Dean asked you a question you answered shortly. When it was over you had eaten less than half.
“Hey, I thought it was your favourite.” Sam said seeing how little you ate. It wasn’t usual for you to eat so little, specially if it was your favourite food.
“It is.” You said looking away, his stares were too hard on you. It felt like he was trying to read your mind, and you couldn’t have that could you.
“Then why’d you eat so little? You’re eating like a bird” (A/N that probably makes more sense in Spanish, it’s the phrase “come como pajarito” which just means you eat too little..) He said back, still looking at you weirdly, as if trying to figure out a puzzle piece.
“I wasn’t that hungry.” You answered hotly before moving the plate to the sink, “now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to bed.” you finished finally making your way out as hot tears made their way out making your eyes glassy. You walked out fast enough for them not to notice though.
“Weird.” Dean said after hearing your foot steps die away and your bedroom door close.
“Tell me about it.” He answered still looking at the door you walked out of only seconds before. “What’s up with her?” He asked his older brother looking back at him.
“Don’t know. She’s been acting kinda weird recently.” Dean responded to Sam just as confused. “I’m gonna go talk to her see if she’s alright.”
“Yeah, I’ll clean up over here.” He said moving to the sink and began to wash the dishes as Dean walked out, willing to find out what was bugging his baby sister.
He arrived at your door, he took a deep breath before knocking on the hard surface. Hearing no response from you he knocked again a little harder. Again no response. He thought for a second before opening the door slightly and peeked his head in seeing you in a small ball next to your bed
“Y/N/N?” Dean called to you moving next to you. “Y/N/N? What’s wrong?” He asked tenderly, with worry laced in every word as he sat down next to where you were curled up .
“Leave me alone.” You managed to breath out as more sobs climbed their way out of your throat.
“Oh, sweetheart. I won’t be leaving till you tell me what’s wrong.” He said putting his arm around you. Although you didn’t want him there you put your head in his chest and continued crying until you calmed down as he rubbed circles on your back. When you had finally settled down he asked again. “Y/N/N, baby what’s wrong?”
You sniffled slightly, “I-I just.” you sighed “I just can’t help but feel that I’m too fat, and ugly.” you said softly your head still buried on your big brothers chest.
“What?” Dean answered this time it wasn’t soft he was just straight up confused.
“I said I’m too fat, I’m not pretty.” you said harder this time looking away from your soft eyed brother.
“Oh I heard you sweet heart. I just don’t know why you would think that.” He said staring at hardly but not in a harsh way, in an almost hurt way.
“Wh-what do you mean?” You asked looking down at your hands you were fat, ugly that’s what it was always like and it would probably be the same for a long time.
“I mean, you are not fat. You are not ugly.” He said holding your chin for you to look at him, “You are an amazing hunter, you are smart and kind. You are beautiful, you are you, and that’s the most beautiful thing I can think of.” He smiled at you and planted a kiss on your forehead and wiped your tears. “And I don’t ever want you thinking that again, because you are the one thing that makes me wake up in the morning after all the shit we’ve gone through, and the worst thing I can think of is you being hurt.”
“Thank you Dean.” you finally said. It was going to be hard, but you knew you would make it, cause after all you were strong. You hugged your big brother as tightly as you could, you felt him place his head on you head and you smiled.
“No problem baby.” He said smiling as well. He knows it’ll be rough, and he’s gonna be there every step of the way.
A few minutes past and he felt you go limp, he looked down at you and saw you resting on him happily asleep. He smiled to himself seeing you so calm, he carried you and softly placed you on the bed and tucked you in. Kissing your cheek he then left you to sleep, he walked over to the door and turned off the light. “Sweet dreams princess.” he whispered and closed the door.
GAH. thank you all for staying even though I barely post anymore. I’ll try my best to post as much as I can, but recently I’ve just lost motivation. I still like writing and love writing these one shots but I feel really MEGH. anyways I hope everyone has had overall good holidays and vacations!
