Heart of Glass
Request from Anonymous: Hi I've been reading winchester sister stories for the past few weeks and I just wanted to say that you're one of my favorites :) I have a request if that's ok :) can I request a winchester!reader who has a heart problem please make tear jerking. I'm a sucker for angst stories. Thanks and have a nice day ❤
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Pairing: Winchesters x Sister!Reader
Summary: Y/N is Sam and Dean Winchester’s younger half sister. She kept her diagnosis a secret from her neglectful brothers for three years, until an unexpected event reveals the truth.
Warnings: Angst, language, neglectful siblings, Sam and Dean aren’t good brothers to the reader, heart condition, hospitals, medication, mentions of anxiety disorder, character death, sad!reader
Word Count: 3137
@spnangstbingo square: Heart Attack (sorta??)
A/N- Wassup, bitches? It’s me, again. I really liked how this turned out, and I hope you do, too! All mistakes are mine, this is unbetaed. As always, love y’all and hope you enjoy. Feedback is encouraged and incredibly appreciated:)
*Please excuse any and all mistakes. Thanks!*
The bottle weighed heavy in her hands. It wasn’t necessarily the pills themselves that were heavy in her palm, rolling around in the orange plastic bottle, but the lies and the secrets within them.
She had Long QT syndrome, a heart condition that can cause her heart to beat abnormally fast, leading to fainting spells or seizures. Diagnosed at fifteen, she had lived her life for three years, the secret of her diagnosis kept from her older brothers.
She was their half sister, the bastard of the family. They had found out about her ten years ago, taking her in only because they felt obligated to after her mother was killed by a demon. They never truly treated her like a Winchester, much less a sister. They didn’t know her, didn’t care to. Their father had decided to have a summer fling, producing a child that he didn’t want, so why should they? Dean always has had an ill outlook towards her. Sure, the brothers were civil to their younger sister. And as the years went on, they couldn’t help but warm up to her kind and caring nature. But she wasn’t their mother’s child, just another reminder that she was dead and John had moved on.
Not saying that the brothers don’t love her. Because they do, she’s their sister. But the bond they had between them had never stretched to her, and they had a hard time accepting her for a long time, still not truly thinking of her as a Winchester. She didn’t have full blood, and it was something that had made them skittish of her in the first place, skeptical. Not quite reaching out to her.
She knew it was true. She’d remember times she’d be hurt, or something exciting would happen at school, but they’d simply shrug her off, not to be bothered by her child’s talk. They’d forget her at bars sometimes, dragging her to them after hunts. They’d forget to pick her up from school, the library, accidently leave her at diners fifty miles behind them. When they’d leave for hunts, they sometimes would forget to leave her food money, let alone tell her that they were leaving.
So she kept the secret to herself. The condition could be fatal, but she didn’t think much of it. The case itself was rare, let alone people dying from it. It was easy to hide her fainting from her brothers. It wasn’t like they paid much attention to it anyway.
At eighteen, it was easier to get medications and a job. She no longer had to forge signatures or set up special cardiac appointments in her brothers’ names. As an adult, she had complete control over her medical issues and finalities.
And she also had the choice of staying with a family who never truly considered her theirs.
She sighed, looking at her reflection in the mirror. Tilting her head a bit, she raised her hand to her short cropped hair that hung just above her shoulders. It was a rich H/C, shiny and ironed straight. The color made her E/C eyes pop, long lashes laying on high cheeks, the lightest of freckles scattered across her S/C skin, a set of bow shaped lips making her look like the word innocent. She had grown into a beautiful young woman, having moved past the awkward teenage years. Her brothers, of course, rarely noticed the change. They’d make rude comments no matter how she looked.
“You almost done?” Dean’s fist banged on the door a few times, making her jump. She bit her lip, setting down the bottle.
“Uhm… Yeah,” She said. “Why don’t you guys head out? It’s right across the street. I’ll meet you there.”
The sound of the motel room door closing made her shoulders slump. They couldn’t have the decency to reply?
Opening the door, she walked out into the room, rummaging through her small bag for an even smaller one, plucking the floral designed pack from the neatly arranged clothes. She made her way back to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. She scowled at the pills, opening it.
Downing a couple per the instructions on the bottle, she shoved it back into the floral designed bag, taking out an unopened tube of mascara. She held it up, inspecting the black and purple tube, biting her lip. Her eyes flashed up to her reflection again. She’s get noticed sometimes, but her brothers usually held off any potential suitors.
“Screw it.”
She lightly applied the black colored stuff to her lashes, blinking a few times when she was done, smirking a bit as she saw how it made her eyes bigger.
She ran a bit of red lip stain on her lips, coating them in a shimmery lip gloss afterwards. A little blush and eyeliner later, she was a bit more confident.
***
Her black heeled boots clicked a bit against the wet pavement. Fall was approaching, storms rolling through over the past few days, leaving the Earth damp and smelling of mud. She didn’t mind much. In fact, she loved weather like this. It helped clear her mind and replenish the Earth, not to mention how nice the air felt when it was cool.
She tugged a bit on the sleeves of her flannel as she pushed her way into the crowded bar. She had made herself a fake ID not long ago, and the makeup helped her look the part.
Her eyes glanced around for the brothers, but they were nowhere to be seen. Frowning, she decided to get a drink before continuing her search.
She ordered a beer, giving the bartender a few bucks and making her way through the light crowd. Her eyes scanned the place, but no luck.
“Hey there,” A voice said behind her. She jumped, spinning around. She winced as her vision began to dot, and she hoped to God she wouldn’t pass out.
She looked up, flushing as a tall brunet smiled down at her. His blue eyes were kind, a pearly white smile gracing his soft features.
“Uhm- hi,” She said smiling back.
“I just wanted to say that you automatically caught my attention when you walked in here,” he said, almost shyly. “You’re very beautiful.”
She felt her heart pick up speed a bit, swallowing down her fear. “Oh, uhm, thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He shrugged, his hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck nervously. “So uh, did you come here with anyone?”
She clicked her tongue. “Well, I was supposed to meet my brothers here but I don’t know where they are.”
“Does that mean you may be able to have a drink with me?” He asked sheepishly. She bit her lip.
“Sure.” She shrugged lightly. “Why the hell not?”
***
Brian, who she found out the stranger was named, turned out to be incredibly charming and awkward, which Y/N found adorable. There was still no sign of the Winchester brothers, but she didn’t really care at this point. They had never put in any effort to find her, let alone remember she was even with them. Why bother with them?
But all good times can’t last.
A hand grasped her arm, yanking her out of the chair. Her heart had already been acting up, that was just the icing on the cake.
She vaguely heard Dean yelling at her, Sam pushing Brian away. But she couldn’t focus, her vision spotting and head getting fuzzy. She fought it the best she could, but her heart lept in her chest, the beats skipping and beating too erratically. And before she knew it, her eyes had rolled back into her head, her whole body going limp as she slumped to the ground.
***
The ache in her temples was prominent.
Her body felt heavy, feeling almost as if it would sink into the bed underneath her. Fingers tingling, toes numb, everything buzzing, she knew it must have been bad this time. She hadn’t had felt like that in a while, not since her last bad fainting spell.
The low murmur of voices rang in her ears, the hum making her a bit agitated. When she finally had the strength to open her eyes, she cringed when she saw the hospital’s walls surrounding her.
“The hell do you mean? She’s our sister!” Dean shouted. The doctor sighed, raising a brow.
“She’s an adult now, Mr. Smith,” The doctor said impatiently. “We can not give unauthorized people any word on her current diagnosis’ or medications, nothing about her medical record. It is a strict violation of HIPPA. I’m sorry, but she’ll have to tell you herself if she wants.” With that, she turned and left, leaving the brothers stunned.
“How long was I out?” Y/N asked. The brothers’ heads whipped around, startled at the break in the silence.
“The fuck, Y/N?” Dean growled. Y/N flinched, sitting up in the bed.
“Look, there’s a reason I never told you about this,” She said.
“About what, exactly?” Sam asked. “And why the hell aren’t we authorized to see your shit or be told shit, huh?”
“Because you two wouldn’t give a crap,” Y/N said. “Honestly, if I had told you, would something different have happened? Or would the two of you still treat me like shit?”
“Watch your mouth,” Dean hissed. She scoffed.
“In case you haven’t realized, Dean,” Y/N said, narrowing her eyes. “I’m an adult now. I’ll say whatever the fuck I want. Now answer the question.”
“We don’t even know what it is exactly that you have,” Sam said. “How are we supposed to answer?”
She sighed, closing her eyes for a moment as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. “I have Long QT syndrome. Long story short, it causes my heart to erratically beat sometimes, making me have seizures and faint,” she said. “It’s not a big deal.”
“Then why the hell is the doc all freaked out, huh?” Dean crossed his arms.
“I haven’t been out that long in a while. It’s just not a good sign. But I’m awake, which is,” she answered.
The brothers glanced at each other.
“We don’t treat you like shit,” Sam said. She rolled her eyes, turning in the small hospital bed.
“That’s what you take from what I told you?” She asked quietly. She let out a long breath, wrapping her arms around herself. “I don’t know why you two bothered with me in the first place. You obviously don’t see me as a sister. You don’t love me. Hell, you don’t even care. Just…” She sighed. “Just go. Please.”
The brothers stood there for a moment, contemplating. The beeps of the EKG meter began to beat a bit faster, the emotional stress beginning to take a toll on her weaker heart. Their eyes landed on it, watching the more rapid beats on the screen, their frown deepening.
“Look, Y/N-”
“Just go, dammit!” Y/N said, tears falling down her cheeks. “You two make two obvious that you don’t give a fuck so just let me be… please.”
They backed out of the room. Dean’s jaw was set in anger, his broad body stalking down the hall angrily, people quickly moving out of the way.
But Sam stayed, gazing longingly at the back of his sister’s head, stomach tightening as her quiet sobs shook her body. His hands tingle, wanting to go over and comfort her. But he wasn’t sure how. She was right, like always. He and Dean had been dicks since the moment they met her. He and Dean always had a grudge against her, even though she didn’t deserve it. And no matter what, even if he began being kind and brotherly to her, it wouldn’t make up for the neglect and cruelty he showed towards her.
“Sammy! Let’s go!” Dean’s voice echoed from down the hall, loud and orderly. He took one more look at his sister before trudging off to his brother.
No matter how guilty he was, he still would follow Dean in a heartbeat.
***
“Dean? Will you come to my recital?” The nine year old asked politely. Her wide smil would be hard to say no to for anyone else, but not to him. He scrunched up his face, raising a brow.
“I don’t think so, kid,” He said nicely. That was getting harder to do every day.
“Sam? Will you?” The twenty-four year old looked up, shaking his head.
“No. I’ve gotta… Uh… Do some stuff,” he lied. She frowned.
“Oh. Well, it ends at seven. Will you remember to pick me up?” She asked. Her eyes were so big, so innocent. Light radiated off the young girl, bringing happiness and pure smiles around everyone she met. All but her older siblings.
“Yeah, sure, whatever,” Dean said, shaking her off. She sighed, walking over to her school bag, pulling out her costume that her teacher had given to her. She had been so proud of herself, landing the role of a mouse in the school’s recital. She had been so excited, hoping her brothers would give up their research for just an hour or two to come see her.
But even with the disappointment in the back of her mind, she still went up and performed, smiling brightly and dancing her tail off.
And when it ended, she sat on the curb outside, waiting. She glanced down at her small watch nearly a dozen times, Dean almost two hours late. It was cold, the clouds rolling in above her in the dark sky.
“Y/N!” Mrs. Davis said, running over to the young, shivering girl. “Are you alright? Where are your parents?”
She didn’t answer that question, she wasn’t sure how to. Instead, she bit her lip and looked up at her teacher. “D-do you mind g-giving me a ride, Mrs. Davis?”
“Oh, of course, sweetie,” Mrs. Davis said. She helped Y/N up, leading her to her car.
It was the first of many times the brothers had forgotten her somewhere.
***
“Sam, will you proof this essay for me?” Y/N asked. The fourteen year old sat cross legged on her motel bed, glancing over her paper for the fifth time. “I feel as though I did okay, but I’d like another pair of eyes.”
“I’m busy,” He grumbled. They no longer spared her any decency. The faked politeness had long gone away now, leaving two sour tempered attitudes towards her.
“Oh, ok.” She looked over to Dean. “Dean, will you look over it?”
“No.” He didn’t bother looking up from his laptop, the articles scrolling by as he lounged at the table.
She huffed to herself, frowning. “I guess it’s good enough.”
And it was. She smiled as she walked inside, holding her graded essay tightly in her hands.
“Guys! I got an A!” She exclaimed, holding the paper out to show her brothers. They glanced up at her for a moment, Dean’s face twisting.
“Can’t you see we’re talking?” He hissed. “And no one cares, just go do your homework or something.”
She hadn’t heard them as she walked in, but they turned towards each other, voices low.
She threw the essay in the rubbish bin as she walked to the bathroom.
***
It had been two and a half years since she was diagnosed. Even with the medications she took for her heart and anxiety, she pushed through her troubles, coming out as top of her class. Her valedictorian speech was all written up, her cap and gown on and ready to go. She had asked her brothers to come to her high school graduation, and they had told her they would. Dean especially wasn’t too thrilled of the idea, but they promised.
But as she walked across the stage, the small crowd applauding their classmate, she couldn’t find the familiar faces in the sea of heads. She hoped they were there, just lost in the crowd.
Her speech had gone smoothly, and it was time to get her diploma. Walking up, she shook the principal’s hand, taking the diploma from him with a wide smile. She had been so proud of herself. Despite the medical hardships and the hunting life her brothers had dragged her into, she had done it.
But at the end, she realized Sam and Dean had never shown up. She was left to walk back to the bunker alone, tears spilling down her cheeks.
It was then that she finally realized after ten years, she truly didn’t matter to them.
***
Sam and Dean made their way out of the hospital. The pristine, white walls were a bit unnerving, their perfecting making them unsettled. They both knew that the right thing to do would be to stay, but neither wanted to.
She’ll be fine, they told themselves as they walked further from her room and down the stairs.
Until nurses began running past them. Until the woman over the intercom frantically called for the resuscitation team to go to room 204.
They hadn’t turned around faster in their life.
They sprinted back down the hall, people’s stares not bothering them as they ran. Security and nurses held them back as the team worked over their sister, the doctor telling them what happened, but her voice was simply a buzz in their ears as they watched the girl get shocked again and again, barely hearing the leader say “no pulse” after each time.
“What the hell happened?” Dean growled loudly. “What did you do to my sister?”
“Sir, please, you need to calm down!” A blonde nurse in lavender scrubs said.
“Mr. Smith, your sister has gone through a ventricular fibrillation. Her heart had begun to beat too fast, causing the blood to stop pumping. We’re doing everything we can, but we may not have gotten here in time.”
“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” Dean shouted. “How did this happen?”
“Severe emotional or physical stress can cause it. I’m not sure if it was the fainting due to her condition or something emotional,” The doctor said.
The brothers looked at each other in horror. They had been the cause of this. If only they had been better brothers, maybe she wouldn’t be in this position, fighting for her life. Maybe she wouldn’t be so reserved and quiet. Maybe she would have been happy.
Tears trailed down their cheeks as they watched the leader of the team step back, all the members’ heads dropping. And then they heard the words that could have been prevented if only they had loved her enough. It was their fault, her body put under so much pressure, her heart couldn’t take it. And they never had the chance to make it right.
“Time of death, 12:36 p.m.”
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