Pairing: Sam x Daughter!Reader, Dean x Niece!Reader, Castiel x Platonic!Reader.
Summary: To save Dean’s life, Sam changes a big part of his past, hoping that he’d only forget memories with his college girlfriend. But, not only he changes his life, he also creates a new one.
Word Count: 2332.
Warnings: None.
A/N: Yes, I’m back after over a year and a half. I know I’m a dumbass for making y’all wait for so long, but, honestly, I want this to be a fun writing, so I try not to pressure myself. Won’t make promises. Either way, always love to know your opinions. Hope you enjoy this comeback haha!
Pressentimento
masculine noun
1.
act of feeling in advance, more through emotion than reason, the occurrence of a future fact; suspicion.
"I have a p. that this will not work"
2.
knowledge of what will happen, obtained by intuition; forecast, hunch, omen.
You still hadn't explained everything to your father nor your uncle. Cas remembered one of the episodes that occurred with you when you were younger, around ten or so. It was hard for you. Every time you tried to explain yourself, things were hard to explain. All the time, something blocked you from exposing the fear inside you, the fear of letting things out.
The way their "new" memories came to them didn't help. It was so unpredictable. Cas remembered you praying first and then, mixed memories, tiny ones, which made him assume a lot about you already; and worry as well. Dean remembered more, like the time Sam was soulless and you lived with him for months, you concluded he was remembering things by the impact they had in his life. As for Sam, well, apparently things were coming more chronologically for him, but a little late, since he also had a lot of Camila to remember.
You tried to think how to talk to them about your crisis. The big ones. It was so complicated. When it started happening, you had your godmother to help with calming down and understanding how sensible you were; but even Vanessa had to talk with the Winchesters to fully understand what made you so much stronger and sensitive. Anyway, she wouldn't help you now that she was in the list of people to whom you never existed.
Oh, and your mother...
Looking at pictures of her nowadays became an addiction. You couldn't sleep before searching a little more about her, not that you've been having much sleep or any of this helped. You wish so bad you could talk to her. And now that Sam told ya you reminded him so much of Camila, you really studied her, trying to find the resemblance.
How would you tell them there's more? More of you to worry. You wanted to wait for a time when the memories hangovers weren't so heavy on them. They were all trying to act normal, but it was obvious - you've never been at home for this long, they were never so quiet. Dean wasn't even drinking, to make sure he wouldn't be more confused.
You were lying down on your bed, trying to ease the headache. It was normal to have a day just to be tired, but after the all day just resting you still got a headache by night. Went to get a pill to make it better and when you swallow it, you realize something.
"I don't exist." You whisper to yourself.
For the first time in that day, you felt useful. Even with the headache, you got in front of the computer and started to do your thing. For some reason you got happy when you confirmed your theory.
"I was never born."
"You gotta stop thinking about that." Dean warned you.
"No, I mean... I don't exist."
The three men stared at you with confusion, you repeated.
"I don't exist."
Still nothing. The room was filled with silence while you hoped for the clicking in their minds. It never came. You sighed.
"I never existed! Never did anything!"
Sam looked at you like he was starting to worry, while holding a bowl with cereal. Just like Dean, who chewed his, probably thinking you've gone crazy.
"I don't understand why you're so excited saying it." Cas finally said.
"Isn't it obvious?" They once more, didn't react. "There are no records of me, at all. Nobody knows about me. I only left the bunker once."
"What's your point?" Dean asked.
"We should keep it that way."
"What? Why?" The brothers said together.
"Well, if nobody knows I'm here, we're in advantage. It's always good to have a secret backup, right?"
"Like... as a surprise element?" Castiel suggested, you nodded. "Y/N, you don't truly expect us to treat you like a secret weapon..."
"Hell no." Dean agreed.
"It's not like it."
"Well, I don't see your point." You father stated. "I know this seems messed up, but, we can fix it. Don't worry."
"I'm not worried, I'm thinking!" You made them quiet. "C'mon, think with me: I barely left the bunker, how could anyone know about me?"
"We know about you." Dean answered.
"But you've seen me. And your memories, are just yours, this doesn't mean the world knows about me."
"Ok, but you'll need to use an ID sometime. Or will you live forever here, inside the bunker?"
"Dean, you should know it's easier to make a fake ID look real if there isn't a real one to prove the fake one as fake."
Sam took a deep breath.
"Ok, so we leave it as it is. How much long do you think it would last?"
"Not much, I know. But at least, for a while it could be useful."
"I don't see how, Y/N. I'm not using you as my secret-spy-soldier or whatever."
"Sam is right. It's not worth it."
"Castiel?" You looked at him, only to find the agreeing look. You looked down.
"Look, how can you be sure nobody else remembers you?" The angel tried to clear your mind.
"For most people I know, I never happened. And the others, will probably only remember me when they see me, if they do. Until then..."
"That's not right." Sam interrupted. "I had this feeling about you, before we arrived on that day; like I left something behind, but I couldn't remember why."
"So did I."
"I got one your prayers for not getting news from us." You stood there, silent.
"That's it? A feeling you forgot something?!" You left for your bedroom, a little ofended they didn't listen to you. Your idea was good, logical. You genuinely thought they would see it as a good thing out of all this.
Reflecting on it, you finally notice: you may not know your family as well as before. At first it sounds crazy, but this is all crazy, ain't it? And after doing their exercise for a couple hours, thinking about your childhood, the events that crossed it and when it all began, you got yourself some questions.
You fell asleep while still thinking, trying to find logic somewhere and always getting to the same point, a lost point. Somehow while sleeping, you had no dreams, didn't wake up once; not even the fact that you were with a jacket bothered you.
"Hey, man. You good?" Dean noticed Sam squeeze his eyes.
"Yep. Just those flashbacks. I hate to have them by day, but I can't sleep no longer."
"Like a constant hangover, thank God it's not a heavy one." Sam did not answer. "Sam?"
"Right..." Sam stared at the floor, seeing stuff in his mind. He blinked multiple times after a little.
"You all right? You seem shocked. What did you remember?"
"It's just... Y/N's suggestion."
"Dude, that was today."
"Very funny!" Dean smiled a little to ease his brother. "It got me thinking. Why would she want that?"
"Honestly," Castiel entered suddenly. "I think she is trying to get something good out of this."
"Good? I see her point, but..."
"Not good." Cas interrupted, correcting himself. "Useful, at least."
"It's not as useful as she thinks." Dean says as if it's obvious.
"It's the only thing she has to offer." Castiel putted it in a weird way, but made sense. They silented for an instant. "Still, how does that has to do with your flashback, Sam?"
"I thought that maybe I should listen to her. Maybe there was a point."
"You, Sammy, considered the possibility of being saved by her?"
"Obviously not. I wondered: what if her non-existence helped her get away from this craziness. Like, she could get to any school if we put some effort."
"You concluded it fast." Cas commented.
"Well, yeah. Then I... questioned." Sam felt the gazes at him. "How did she get dragged into hunting in the first place? Why did I not stop it? And one more thing popped up: why did I leave college?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Dean couldn't understand his brother.
"Dean, if it wasn't for my anger towards Jessica's death, who knows..." He explained. "So why I left Stanford, making Camila stay behind and after weeks drop out too?"
Castiel took a seat.
"Why did you?"
Sam opened the door, showly. You were in your bed, far from his atmosphere, enjoying a rest you needed. He passed the door carefully, took a look at your room and turned the lights off. Ever since that hunt days ago, when he saw you sleep at the motel bed while he was reading about the case, the day he woke up before you and as you slept in the car coming back home, Sam felt peace as he watched you.
It was the moment he could breath easily and a little relaxed. You were resting, next to him, nothing could hurt you in your sleep. There, you were safe and wasn't leaving soon. So he couldn't help watch you once more; just stood by the door for a couple seconds, smiled at the taught of you having a break from this madness for some hours. Grabbed the door and heard your move, turning to check if he had woken ya.
"Sorry."
"Don't be." Your voice sounded lazy. "I have a light sleep."
"So do I." You nodded. You knew it. He regrets commenting it.
"What is it?"
"Nothing. Go back to sleep."
"No, tell me." He understood you couldn't sleep anymore.
"You don't want to talk now."
"It's about earlier, I know." You said while rubbing your eyes. "Just spit it." He gave in and sat in your chair.
"Why do you wanna do it?"
"Why don't you?"
"Why would I?"
"You've always wanted this." He gulped.
"What? No!"
"You never wanted me to be in risk, you hated the fact I made you all vulnerable, now nobody knows I'm here. I know this isn't permanent and things can change, but for now, you could finally be at peace. Nobody knows me, none of you have to worry."
Samuel digested everything you said and got his answer prepared fastly enough.
"For a long time I asked myself if Jessica never died, would I be here? And you know, as things turned out to be, as I found out more and more throughout the years I got the answer." He paused. "I would. Because if it wasn't Jess, it would be Dean or dad, or a friend."
"What do you mean?"
"I left college for revenge." You got surprised. "It wasn't Jess. Not anymore." That sounded weird. "I made a choice and I know now that somehow, at some point, no matter how many times... I would make that choice again. As soon as somebody I care about got in danger. So I left college. For you."
Sam got back from his first hunt after two years. Camila was waiting. They talked and she was serious when she told him to call Dean. Leave as soon as he could. She said she had a bad feeling, he had to find his father. Was something repentine, fast and clear - the fear in her voice stopped Sam from questioning.
"The way she talked to me... her eyes, getting sudden tears. At first I tried to calm her, jokes on me, I blamed her hormones. Camila proved me wrong. I knew she had that sometimes, like with tests or bad decisions, maybe something simple like knowing staying in was better than going to a party. She was always right. If not totally right, fast enough to avoid regret." He looked down as her voice came to his head and repeated her words. "'This is your family we're talking about, Samuel! Your child's grandfather.' She screamed. I was scared." You two laughed a little. "She begged. Aggressively. But, I didn't leave because she did."
"Why then?"
"I called Dean to get back there and pick me up because once we talked, I got that bad feeling too. And was suddenly afraid. Afraid something would happen to either of you." You stayed silent. "I hoped things would be more simple, soon I'd be back and things would go back to normal. You would be born and grow up, normal. We would be a family..."
"Please, don't say normal." He smiled.
"Your mother's bad feeling... I don't know what is was about exactly. She got scared too in that moment and it was the only time I saw her that scared. But I know that mine became true. Only, it was even worse. There was no blame. Of all things that happened in those months, how worried I was with my father, you, Camila and even Dean... The hunts, the confusion and overwhelming information all at once. The fear. Your mother's death was the most sudden and painful." You saw a tear run down his cheek, followed by a couple more. Sam had more to say but you spoke before, in the heat of the moment.
"She knew." He looked back at you, now with red eyes. "I think she knew something bad was going to happen."
"She knew we would be in danger." By we, he meant himself, his uncle and your grandpa.
"No. Not that. She knew that something terrible was happening already and would get worse. But she didn't tell you to go to stop it." His tears froze, lost in your words. "Like you said. Camila was always right about this bad feelings. She was certain." You were sure thanks to your own experience with it.
"About Dean needing me more than her?" You denied.
"About you needing the rest of your family once I was born."
Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean, Castiel, Baby Winchester
Prompt: Day Twenty-two, a song that you listen to when you’re sad
Words: 984
Warnings: Mentions of abortion, fluff
A/N: I know it’s actually a happy song, but the way Fairy Tail set it up it makes me sad. For me, it’s the perfect one to listen to to write something sad or even happy.
Sam never got to experience certain 'firsts' with you. He didn't get to be your first kiss, your first lover, or even your first best friend; but he was going to do everything in his power to be the last of those. But even with those firsts already achieved, they never compared to the firsts you shared. You were his first marriage, his first girlfriend to know about the life, and hell, you were the first to join them. And because of an accident, you were now going to be the first to have his child.
After you took the test and it came out positive, the two of you had a long talk about all of it. Being in the life of the hunter abortion was considered but then dismissed. You couldn't bring yourself to do it and Sam didn't want that to happen. He would've supported you had it been the course you took, and you knew that. Then the option of adoption came along. But as you thought it over, you didn't want that. Even though it was still the early stages you knew you couldn't let this child go to someone else. But in the end you still kept it in the back of your mind, because maybe it would be better for the child. They wouldn't be used as a target; but then if any monsters went after them you wouldn't be around to save them. And that thought scared you even more.
During the last two months of your pregnancy Sam had made sure they stuck close by. He had been constantly worried of you and your ever growing belly.
He'd go out to buy you anything to fix your cravings, even if it was late or he was hunting. He made sure to bring it right to you when they'd return. When your pillows began to lose their fluff he bought you the fluffiest pillows he could find from the local store. He read books constantly and even tell you tips to help make it easier. Sam would often massage your aching body, please the urges you had food wise or even sexually, and he would constantly remind you how beautiful you were.
Sam made your pregnancy feel like a breeze even though you'd panic occasionally.
However today you knew Sam would be angry with himself. Luckily for you, Castiel came by the bunker. You had two more days until they were going to induce you, but that plan was thrown out the window.
You went into labor and Castiel hurried you to the hospital. Sam and Dean were a couple of states over handling a small case. It was one that would have them home in no time. Sam and Dean aruged whether to go or not, but Dean ended up winning the argument. Sam begged you to call if anything happened. You would have if your contractions and trying to get to the hospital didn't steal all of your focus.
You gave birth to your daughter without Sam there holding your hand. Castiel stood there beside you, giving you a hand to hold the entire time. He offered to help with your pain but you denied it. You even denied the epidural. It couldn't be that hard you thought. No worse than facing death almost every day.
It hurt like hell. But you managed up until the point where she got stuck and needed a bit of help coming out. She was taken care of swiftly and the room was filled with your panting and her cries.
Sam and Dean ran into the hospital straight for your room. Sam could hear his heart beating in his ears, the sound getting louder as he got closer. However it all seemed to stop when he could hear her cries from the hall.
He missed it.
Sam and Dean slipped into the room to find you covered in sweat. Hair was sticking to your forehead as you tiredly looked to the small infant in your arms. Cas was standing by smiling, he had told you from the beginning there was something planned for this child. And after seeing her, he reminded you of it. She was a Winchester after all. And Winchesters had habits of saving anyone around them, or the world for that matter.
Dean smiled at the sight, ecstatic his niece was finally here. Sam closed the distance from the door to your bed.
Your smile lit up even more as he kissed your head. You couldn't help but look at this little being with the upmost love and admiration. Sam held the same expression towards you and your daughter.
His voice was full of happiness and sorrow, "I'm so proud of you, Y/N."
You gently nuzzled into him, "I'm not mad at you. Just would've been nice."
Castiel smiled, "She held my hand pretty tightly. She might've broken your's had you been the one to hold it."
Sam chuckled softly and sat beside your legs on the bed, being careful not to jostle you. Dean came closer to get a better look at the child.
You handed her to Sam and his eyes glistened even more. It warmed your heart to see how much love he looked at her with. It was so much that it began to overflow onto his face. You chuckled softly and wiped some of them away from the right side of his face.
Dean snickered softly, "Crybaby."
Sam shook his head, "Says you. You're crying too."
In fact, Dean's eyes had began watering just staring at her when he walked in the room.
Dean wiped his face and grumbled, "Shut up."
Castiel smiled, "I should take my leave. Y/N will need rest and I went to the bunker for something."
You frowned and looked to the angel, "You don't have to leave Cas. You're family."
Summary: Lucifers daughter got kidnapped and tortured by Naomi and can’t sleep without having nightmares so she just doesn’t sleep. Her father might be able to live without sleep, but she’s part human.
A/N: Written for @whispersandwhiskerburn‘s 1.5 K followers celebration, Much Ado About SPN. The Prompts were Nephilim, Naomi’s Room, Nightmares, and “You pay a great deal to dear for something that’s given freely.” (Winter’s Tale)
Reader’s POV
It’d been 10 days since you last slept, and it was beginning to take a toll on you. 11 days ago, your father and uncles(Lucifer, Raphael, Gabriel and Michael) rescued you from Naomi’s room, where Naomi was holding you captive. She had captured and tortured you for three days before your family figured out where you were. Her reasoning? You were a Nephilim, a monstrosity in her eyes. But your father, and two of your favorite uncles, had come and saved you.
Too bad they couldn’t erase your memory. It was hard enough holding back the remnants of Naomi’s torture during the day, but at night? You just couldn’t keep it in. So you just didn’t sleep. It was a price you had to pay to keep your peace, your sanity.
Lucifer’s POV
“Michael? Do you think there’s something wrong with (Y/N)? I feel like she hasn’t quite been herself since Naomi.” I looked at my older brother, hoping for some advice. Fatherhood was never going to be easy for me, and I was glad I had the support of my brothers.
“Torture does kind of do that to a person, Luci.” I rolled my eyes as Gabriel walked in, always the sarcastic one.
“I know that Gabriel. But I feel like there’s something else off about her.”
“I feel that there may be something else off about her as well Luce, but I cannot place my finger on it. I’m even newer to this than you are brother.” That was quite true. Michael had a daughter of his own as well, a nephilim, but she was only a year old, compared to my teenage daughter. That was the reason Michael and I were no longer at each others throats. He had originally opposed the birth of a nephilim, but we had grown close when he came to me asking for help when his human wife got pregnant. Never thought I’d be the one to give fatherly advice.
“Nephilim require sleep, do they not?” I glanced over at Raphael, only now realizing he was present.
“Not quite as much as humans, but yes, they do need some sleep.”
“Well than I believe that may be her problem. I heard (Y/N) talking to her hell hound earlier, venting about how much she needed to sleep. I believe I heard her mention something about nightmares.”
Readers POV
“Can I come in?” You closed your book, looking up as your father slowly opened the door.
“Yeah, what’s up dad?” He took a seat on the edge of your bed, looking at you with such sad eyes.
“How come you are not sleeping?” You looked down at your bedspread, picking at the edge.
“Every time I close my eyes, I’m back in Naomi’s room. If I have to keep living through it again in these nightmares, I’ll go insane. I figure sleep deprivation is a price worth my sanity.” You finished your statement with tears in your eyes, refusing to meet your fathers gaze.
“Oh sweetheart.” You felt a strong pair of arms wrap around you as you were pulled into your fathers chest, allowing the tears to fall as he held you. “You pay a great deal to dear for something that’s given freely. I will help you with this. There is no need to suffer for your sanity. Well get through this together (Y/N), as a family.”
"Really dad, Shakespeare?” You ask, starting to smile again, as your father scoffed.
“Half of Shakespeare’s plays were written by angels. Your Uncle Cas wrote that particular line.” You just sighed, shaking your head and chuckling.
“Of course he did. As long as Thaz didn’t write the Tempest. He’d never let me live it down if he knew that was my favorite and he wrote it.” You groaned at the look on your fathers face, you knew what that meant. You loved your uncle Balthazar to death but he definitely did not need a boost in the ego category.
“Hey dad? Can you tell me a story? About mom?” You looked up at him, watching the emotions play across his face. Your mother had died giving birth, and you of all people knew your father never got over it. But sometimes he would tell you stories, about how beautiful and brave she was, how much like her you were.
“Did I ever tell you about the day I took her to meet my brothers?” When you hook your head, he continued on. “Well as you do know, she had just as many piercings as you do, tongue, ears, lip, eyebrow, even some only I got to see.” He waggled his eyebrows much the way Gabriel did, after all he taught Gabe how to do that.
“Anyways, when I took her to meet your uncles, they were shocked to say the least. It was a couple minutes before they said anything. Here I was, standing with a beautiful human woman in a ripped tank top and jeans, with silver hair on half her scalp and none on the other half, covered in piercings. And than Gabriel finally finds his voice and says ‘Holy shit Lucifer! You’re dating a cyborg, she’s half metal!” Oh my grandfather.
“He did not!” You busted out laughing as your father continued his story, cracking a smile at the memory.
“He did. And than proceeded to ask me how I liked all of that metal on my wife. You know what she said? She said, and I quote, 'Oh Luci here loves my piercings, he was telling me as much all last night.’ By that point I was blushing beet red while your mother continued to talk to Gabriel, both of them letting so many innuendos fly that Raphael, the prude, actually left. Like just walked out. It was one of the funniest moments ever.” You and your father continued to sit there on your bed, as you felt your eyes slowly closing.
“Go to sleep honey, I’ll chase the nightmares away.”
Pairing: Sam x Daughter!Reader, Dean x Niece!Reader, Castiel x Platonic!Reader, Sam x OC.
Summary: To save Dean’s life, Sam changes a big part of his past, hoping that he’d only forget memories with his college girlfriend. But, not only he changes his life, he also creates a new one.
Word Count: 2380.
Warnings: None.
A/N: Hey, after months I finally took a deep breath and decided to post this. Actually, I have this part written for like six or seven months. Somehow I was not motivated. Anyway, here it is and hopefully I’ll write more. Please let me know your opinions.
Sam knocked at your door and had no answer, he opened it and you were not at your bed or any other place of the bedroom. He couldn't help but walk inside and sit, hoping that energy he felt inside the place would help him talking to you somehow.
"Hey, don't forget. Make sure you'll..."
"Sam, don't worry. We'll be safe, really."
"You can't be sure of that."
"I can, believe me. Trust me, she'll be fine. You just keep doing your thing and I'll keep doing mine."
"And what's your thing?" He said joking.
"You will know when you're ready." She sounded ironic, but she was serious. "I'll make sure the house is protected and that our girl will have everything she needs. Including, godparents."
"Sure. Whatever you want."
"Good. So, talk to Dean."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I am. Do you have any other suggestions?"
"I don't know if he'll accept it."
"Trust me, he will."
She just knew it.
"Castiel." You called the angel who turned around to you at the hallway. "You heard me?"
"I did. Why haven't you..."
"I'll, okay?" You interrupted. "He seemed worried and I didn't want to make everything worse." You were both screaming and shushing at each other.
"You will if you don't tell them soon. Y/N, if you know us, you must know this is not a good idea."
"You're right. I just don't know how to say it."
"Well, then draw it." You rolled your eyes. "I won't tell them." You relesed a breath of relief. "...For now."
"But..."
"No buts! You were the one who started telling it so you finish."
"It's no that easy."
"There's no reason for you to be afraid, but if you keep scrolling like that you'll have a reason to worry."
He left the hallway, leaving you with a lot of doubts and alone in the middle of the bunker. You didn't even walked before your brain started overthinking. Obviously, Cass was right, but at the same time you still had that feeling of emptiness in you, and spitting everything out wouldn't make the situation better.
"Y/N" You turned around and saw the tall guy. "Can I talk to you?" You stayed quiet, trying to focus in the present again.
"Yes."
"I went to your room, you weren't there." You started walking in his direction.
"Dean talked to you, didn't he?" He thought it was strange at first.
"Yes, he did. Did he talk to you?"
"Not actually." You paused. "Though he asked me if he calls me Hurricane." You commented confuse. Your father understood Dean better than you did.
"I wanna show you something, come here." You followed him into his bedroom.
"I think he asked you that," he said opening the door and coming in "because that's how he called you before you were born."
"Really?" How come you never knew this?
"Yes. I think it's because you came into us in a time of crisis." He turned to you. Now, you were inside.
"For us, every day is a time of crisis."
He grabbed a frame and gave it to you. You looked at it and there was a photo of you wearing one of his flannels and considering the difference between you guys, it could fit two of you in it. Still, you looked good wearing them. You were wearing high-waisted jeans shorts and a short-toned boot.
"You look good in it, you know."
"Thanks." You said still looking down. Then, there was a weird moment of silence.
"Look at this." You looked up and he was holding his smartphone in his hand. "It just suddenly appeared." He was being so nice. Sometimes you wandered if you were nice to him like he was to you. You looked at the screen and saw pictures of you two together, you and Dean, Cass, Mary, Jodie, Claire and even Crowley.
"That's interesting." You tried smiling, but he realized it was a fake one.
"What is it?"
"Nothing. Just not very surprised, the same thing happened to me."
"Photos appeared?"
"Disappeared. Numbers too." He nodded and invited you to sit by his side when he did it.
"Tell me, how are you feeling?" You looked at him and saw in his eyes that he was truly trying to make you feel better.
"I'm normal, I guess. Every day is a day of crisis but this is the first time something ends up affecting me like this."
"I've been through many things and I know one thing I'm sure of is that I don't want it to others to feel the same."
"I know."
You know. And then it hits him again, you know him and he doesn't know you. So he has to try, he needs to. He owes her that. When he found out he was doing the parenting thing without your mother, his world fell apart. They always wanted a good life with their own family and even if you came before expected, before they had their house or finished college, it was a blessing. They wanted their family and you meant they were half way there, just needed to solve a couple of problems and everything would be different, perfect as it sounded.
"Vanessa? Hi." He answered the phone anxious.
"I'm sorry we couldn't call you before, Sam is just..." She stopped, took a deep breath. "She's here." She said happy. His heart started to accelerate. He was sad he couldn't be with you mother in the labor but you were born, and that was enough. Soon he would be holding you in his arms. "She is perfect and she looks so much like you two." He was jumping of happiness inside, his smile was the biggest and the tears of joy in his eyes made Dean create some while in front of him too. "Cams named her Y/N." By the sound you yours Godmother's voice, she was smiling. "Y/N Maria Winchester." A tear went down his face. He knew she chose it because of your grandmother.
"I love it." He was breathing heavy. "Where is Camila? How is she? Is she tired?" Vanessa stayed quiet. "Vanessa?" She sniffed. "Vanessa, let me talk to her. What's going on?" Now your father was again, worried and Dean confused.
He listened carefully to the words of his lover's best friend. She explained the same thing the doctors did. She had so much pain in her, she hated being the one with the bad news. Your father saw so many different kinds of scenarios of different moments. His heart was still beating fast, but now, not filled as before. The silent tears coming down his eyes were too much for Dean to watch, he was getting desperate.
"Thanks Van, I appreciate everything you've done. Don't worry and please, call me if you need anything. Keep me updated." He said barely standing up. At that moment his weight was too much for himself.
"Take your time, I'll take care of everything. Call me."
"I will." Then, the conversation was over. He leaned back at the Impala.
"So, how's the little hurricane?" Dean asked sitting by his brother's side. "Sammy?" He was so scared by the expression he was seeing in Sam's face.
"Y/N." Was the only thing he could say. "That's the name Cams gave her, Y/N Maria Winchester."
"I love it." Dean was happy, but still worried as hell. Sam stayed quiet for a little bit. And then he couldn't handle anymore, he cried.
"She's gone, Dean. Camila is gone." He said with a trembling voice. "She died a little after labor."
It was very fast. You were born and your mother felt the biggest happiness of her life when she saw you. Minutes later she was holding you in her arms. She new not everything was fine and the labor was not easy, but she already trusted you more than anything. So she said the words she needed before giving you back to the nurse.
"Hey, sweetheart." She said crying, but with the biggest smile on her face. "I knew it. I knew you would look like Y/N." You were still a newborn, but she could clearly see how much you looked like your father and herself. "You're more strong than you can think, my girl. More powerful than you can imagine. You're blessed." There was only a doctor far from her and Vanessa waiting a little closer. "Your father will take care of you and you have to promise me you'll take care of him for me." She looked at you a little more. "I love you. I love you both." She held you for as long as she could. "Qui affecto protego, / mixtisque iubas serpentibus et posteris meis stirpique meae domum meam, / et deducet me ruunt momenta ut potest iactare servate innoxias." She said quietly while holding you close, crying and smiling. Praying for you.
The doctor took you seconds after that and she told the doctor your name, making sure it would be this one. Your mother stayed with her best friend, recovering. She made herself stop the crying and just held a lot of tears for as much as she could. She had to be strong for you and all the ones who loved you too. Camila was thinking straight and had to say everything before it was too late. Her feelings were so many, but she was a mother now. Nothing could ever stay in her way.
"Vanessa, give my necklace to her. Make sure she keeps it with her, always."
"Cams..." She started.
"It's hers now. Teach her everything you can and tell Sam about it. It has to be you. She needs her Godmother." Vanessa nodded. While she talked, she felt worried, bad and good, happy and sad. She was realistic and faced her fate fearless. She lost too much blood during the labor and after it. Was something unpredictable, and it doesn't happen often. But, she was in a risked age - women in their twenties have more chances of complications during the labors, especially the first. Sam understood that, everyone did, she did and you did too. Camila knew she would die in that day, but she also knew you were coming.
"There was no way we could know it." Sam finished explain to Dean, who had tears in his eyes. "It must have been so hard for her and I..." He breathed between his cry. "I wasn't there." He stared at the floor, feeling so much pain and anger of fate, of death itself. Why now? Of all the people, places, moments, hours and ways. Why did it have to be like that? Besides that, he was so worried and terrified. At the same time you were all the light he had, all the hope he felt, he was afraid of his mission. "What am I gonna do, Dean?" He turned to his big brother. Dean just listened and gave him lots of minutes to feel, while he felt deeply sad too.
"I bet she's so pretty." Dean broke the silence. "She is cute, for sure. But she's lucky to have both of you in her. Can't wait to see your great job with her. Count me in, Sammy. Always."
Now, somehow, Sam was so scared that not even the support Dean and Cass gave to him were stopping him from being so worried with you and how to act around you. He felt like every single thing he did or decided could affect you in a very bad way.
"Sam, I need to tell you something." You started and got up from his bed.
"Sure." He said a little nervous.
"In my reality, Vanessa told you this. But, now I'm guessing you still have no idea."
"Your mother's best friend, right?" You nodded and took a deep breath, kind of scared of speaking.
"Camila had this thing, she called sensibility. She never actually told you about it, but thanks to this gift she knew ever since she met you, that you were a hunter." Your father just payed attention. "The truth is, we come from gypsies who apparently had very powerful connections with... this world."
"Ok..." He was speechless, waiting for you to finish it.
"I lied to you, I'm sorry." He looked worried and opened his eyes even more, but tried to make sure you stayed calm. "I don't have powers only because of you." You paused. "This thing, passed to me and I have some witch abilities. But, don't freak out, I really don't use them."
"How do you know you have it?"
"It's kinda obvious."
"That you are familiar with spells?" He was worried and a little upset, but he understood you. So, he sounded soft, even if this was a surprise to him about Camila.
"I wasn't born familiar with them, I studied them in your books. I thought that, at least, it was safer if I knew a little bit about what I was doing."
"But why? If you don't use them, why you needed to know this? How is it obvious?" He was trying to understand not just you, but how he allowed you to be so deep in his world.
"Like I said, it's like a sensibility. I just guess some stuff and..." You decided to stop and sit by his side. "I never used a spell. Not once, I swear." He took a deep breath and looked at you, feeling again that endless love he couldn't explain.
"I believe you." That felt comforting for both of you. "Now, how are you for real?" You focused on the fact that he was your father, and soon or later you had to let the guard down.
"Ironically, I feel like a ghost."
"You're not a ghost." He assured you, but you felt like you finally understood the desperate in them. "Ghosts are lost and you are not, okay? You are home." The bunker never let you doubt it. But now, it was complete. So, you nodded with a sad look.
"Can I hug you?" Before you finished the question he opened his arms himself and you finally felt again how was like not being totally alone. "Thanks."
Pairing: Sam x Daughter!Reader, Dean x Niece!Reader, Castiel x Platonic!Reader.
Summary: To save Dean’s life, Sam changes a big part of his past, hoping that he’d only forget memories with his college girlfriend. But, not only he changes his life, he also creates a new one.
Word Count: 777.
Warnings: None.
A/N: This is kinda short, but it’s more like an introduction. I never wrote an imagine before, but I had the idea and thought “why not?”. Also, English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes. I hope you like it. Let me know what you think.
You stopped counting how many times your father and your uncle saved each other years ago and they are still doing it. They left for a case - a very important one - a week ago and you are starting to get worried.
Sam, Dean and Cass always guaranty that the three of them are breathing, no matter what is costs. This last time, your uncle Dean nearly took his last breath, but, of course, you father did what he had to. He changed a big part of his life. He erased from his reality, his first date with the one he knew was the love of his life. He gave up most of his best memories, letting they go peace by peace as the days passed, only so he could make more memories with his big brother.
It hurts, knowing that someone he loved so much, would be erased from his existence, his history. He was afraid, but these memories and feelings were not worth the life of his brother. What a weird deal, changing a big part of his past, making some things go away forever didn't seem much if it could save Dean. What could possibly change besides that?
They were so tired of saving people's life (and one another) again, - the bunker was the destination. After hours, Sam didn't feel different. He was asleep most part of the time in the road, but when he woke up forty minutes before they got home, he started to feel like he was forgetting something. Like he left something behind or had something else to do before getting back to the bunker. What was it? He couldn't remember.
"You okay, man?" Dean asked, while driving.
"Yeah." He was still thinking. "Dean, aren't we forgetting something?"
"I don't know, are we? Cass is in the back seat, right?" He joked. It was funny, but not enough to take Sam from his focus.
"What about you, Cass?"
"Did one of you pray to me last night?" He asked, with doubt exposed in his face.
"I didn't." The Winchesters said together.
"Why?" Now Dean was getting confused and curious too.
"I don't know. Just a feeling like it happened, it's... weird." Sometimes it's hard for the angel to define what he thinks or feels, most of the times he doesn't.
That sensation stayed with them until they got in the bunker, now, even Dean was quiet and overthinking what could he possibly be forgetting to do? They finished the case, they were all fine, no one else needed them to do anything, not at that moment. So why does it feel like he needs to get back in Baby and finish the job properly before passing through the door in front of him?
He shocked his head, trying not to think too much and relax, he was sure that after a few hours sleeping in his bed, he would be fine. It was probably because they were exhausted and their brains were starting to stay awake too much and for too long. He just needed his bed. Just getting inside and going to his bedroom.
The door opened, making the usual noise it does every time. Sam and Cass were behind him. It was working. Focusing on resting. Something he rarely does, maybe that's why it's hard to keep the focus on not worrying about anyone or anything. He could go straight to bed, except he couldn't. He was forgetting something.
"Dean," They all looked to the books on the table in the library, at least three of them, with a notebook none of them recognized.
"Thank God..." They heard a female and young voice calling behind them. In a second, the brothers had their guns pointed at you and the angel was with a silver blade in his right hand.
"Hey..." You said calm. "What happened?" They saw you, but two guns were still pointing at your figure. It was the weirdest thing ever. You never imagined that this could last more then the usual - two seconds when you got them scared on purpose.
"Who are you?" Your uncle asked in a tone he only used with you when he was disappointed or angry, in other words, when you did something dangerous or wrong. But in that moment, it was different. He was asking like he asked to the monsters. "You better answer me." You realized that you didn't say a word and that the two second were already an entire minute.
You were not afraid of them, you never could be. You were just scared of the situation that sounded impossible. How could they not remember you?
Pairing: Sam x Daughter!Reader, Dean x Niece!Reader, Castiel x Platonic!Reader.
Summary: To save Dean’s life, Sam changes a big part of his past, hoping that he’d only forget memories with his college girlfriend. But, not only he changes his life, he also creates a new one.
Word Count: 2107.
Warnings: None.
A/N: I just want to say thank you to every single soul who liked, reblogged and commented the prologue, it meant a lot to me. Here’s some more, hope you like it. And again, I’ll love to know what you think.
You had to think fast, so you did it, like a good hunter would do. You looked at the three men standing in front of you and realized that they might not remember you, but you knew exactly what they needed from you. Of course, something happened, but the priority was to make them trust you, after this first step you could move forward to understand the situation. So, you considered the facts:
- Castiel would know if you were lying. But, you truly don't know if that's because he's an angel or he just knows you so well;
- Your father was probably the first one to notice you are just a kid. But, what if he only saw you as a kid when he saw you as his child?;
- Uncle Dean. Well, if you get his trust you can figure anything out. Or could you?
You tried to ignore the idea of them not being the same people that raised you, and when your heard your uncle's voice again, you finally came back to reality.
"So, maybe I should shoot before making the question." It was the weirdest thing ever.
Dean could never make you feel truly threatened. He always had and always will have the same authority over you as your father and Cass do; but, them pointing their guns at you, just in the exact same way they taught you to, so you could protect yourself or someone else, was an impossible event.
You were paralyzed, trying to understand the situation. So, when you finally moved, the first thing you did was take your knife of your pants back pocket. Showing them you would be unharmed once you putted the knife on the floor and kicked it to far away from you.
"I'm Y/N Winchester." You finally said. They looked at you even more confused. You took a deep breath. "I live here." It was the best you could think of. It wasn't enough. "I can prove it."
Nothing in the bunker was enough. You could have done it while they were gone. Maybe not your bedroom, but it was too obvious. How could you prove it?
You were thinking too much. Talk. Out loud.
The expressions in their faces were for sure some kind of mix between surprise, confusion and whatever you were feeling as well.
"Wait, what?" Sam said, making you calm down a little bit after listening to your father's voice. "How?"
How?
"Baby." Finally an idea.
"What?" Dean spoke. You looked at the table where you were studying just a couple minutes before.
"The table. It has your initials on it. It does not prove anything because I could have done it while you were gone. But the Impala, was with you all the time." You were clearly nervous. It was ok. You just had to trust them and they would trust you.
"How do you know I call the car Baby?"
"If I tell you, you won't believe it." You paused, more confident. "But I can show you."
"Alright, then show us." Castiel said with clear authority in his voice.
You turned your back to them. You shouldn't, everyone knows it. But they were not your enemy. They never could be. Ever.
When the four of you reached the car, you asked them to look at the initials D.W. and S.W., side by side. They did. But, your initials were right below theirs. You first initial followed by the W of Winchester.
All the three of them were feeling really weird about everything but they would never let it show, at least not to you. Only they knew what they were thinking between them. That's what they thought. All the time, you read them just like they read each other.
"Cass?" Dean asked. It was enough. Castiel shocked his head. He was just as lost as the brothers.
"Dean, this doesn't seem recent to me."
"It isn't." They looked at you, surprised with your tone. You were starting to get anxious, how could they not remember?
Your long hair was being hold by a hair clip and your clothes were the usual for home: a comfortable shirt and your pants.
You took another deep breath. Yeah, a lot was going on in their minds but you were asking yourself this one question.
"How can you not remember?"
"Remember what?" Sam asked calm. Maybe he did saw you as only a kid. Why not his kid?
"Your daughter." He swallowed. "I did this in Baby when I was like three. At the time I wasn't strong enough to write it by myself with a knife, so you helped me. But," you paused and looked at your uncles for a change "The ones in the table. I did it myself, not too long ago."
"I..." He tried to say something, he felt like he had to. But... what could he say?
Maybe for the first time they truly and deeply looked at you as someone who would not hurt them. All the caution they have and taught you to have too, made them blind to see what really was in front of them: a 15 year old girl, dressed with clothes they could call familiar to what they wear.
Then, that feeling, became something even more confusing and new.
"Jess..." Sam said after the long and silent seconds while they stared at you.
"You changed your past." Castiel remembered.
"What?!" You screamed, completely forgetting about they not knowing who you were. The intimacy speaking louder than you.
"Sammy did a sacrifice for me, and... well, he changed a big part of his life. But I still don't see how you can be part of this."
"We should go back inside." Castiel said, your father nodded.
Once you got to the library table, every single one of you avoided the side with the initials. Before starting the conversation, your uncle grabbed beers at the kitchen.
"What part of your life you changed?"
"A college girlfriend." Cass answered.
"An important one?" Sam nodded. "Jess?"
"You know her?" His eyes widened. Part of him hoped somehow he could save his memories with her. Or still have one. You.
"Never heard of her." Another moment of silence.
"Ok, so..." Dean started.
"...Y/N." Ouch. That one hurt.
"...Y/N. I think, it's better if you tell us who you are. I mean, what do you know? Why are you here? How are you here?" He grabbed his Airsoft Colt M1911 A1 and putted on the table and you looked at it. How well designed was that gun.
"Dean, this is her home too..." Sam said, not sure of what he was saying but trying to be more soft than your uncle.
You felt a hole in your heart. Even if you've spent just a couple of weekends, holidays or whatever there, the bunker was you home and you loved that place. Especially the library.
"C'mon, I can show you." You said to your uncle while leaving, making them follow you into your bedroom.
In the hall, it was just another door. But once you opened that door, they saw the walls covered in a special wallpaper, a new table and bed, all combining with the rest of the decoration. The books all over the place and the TV in the wall that was front for the queen size bed with bedside tables. It felt like they left the bunker for a quarter of second.
"Wow" Dean said surprised.
After that quarter of second, they felt more familiar with the place and before any of them could say something else, you went to one of your bedside tables and grabbed your Airsoft Colt M1911 A1, as well designed as Dean's. You showed it to them.
"When did you...?" Of course he had his with him, like he would ever leave the room without it. You still didn't have his total trust. Not his or any. Maybe this would change now. He checked and he was still with his gun.
"You gave it to me when I was 12." You explained. He swallowed. The three of them shocked.
After another moment of silence, your father looked at your table. It had a computer in it, a couple of notebooks, pens and pictures. In one of them, you were two years old and he held you in his arms laughing with you and Dean by your side. You love that picture. Bob was the one responsible for that perfect shot.
When Sammy's eyes fell in the image of that picture, he reached it and analyzed every single part with the frame in his hands. Dean got closer to the picture and after ten seconds of torture, the youngest brother said.
"I remember this day."
"Me too." Dean said with his softest tone, taking the frame from Sam's hands. Before they turned around to you again, you thought fast once again.
"Castiel, see what they can remember, please." You begged.
The angel understood what you were trying to say and with a touch of his hand in their foreheads he saw how the two year old you was happy in that day. Right after that, he realized Sam lost a important memory seconds before.
"So every single time we remember something about her, a part of what we remember now will be erased from our heads?" Dean asked. You were at the library once again, the place where the problems were usually solved.
"I don't know, it's possible that a thing Y/N did years ago will take the place of other memories in your heads, but, don't worry. If my logical is right, will only be things that affect or are related to her, specifically." Castiel explained.
"A peace of her past, changes a peace of my past as well." Your father concluded. Somehow, you felt guilty.
"That explains why we both have the exact same gun and why my initials and my bedroom are here but one of my tattoos is not."
"One of your tattoos?" You looked at your father, sitting in a chair in the other side. Cass was by your side and Dean was standing at the beginning of the table.
"How many do you have?" Dean asked curious.
"It was supposed to be four." You had the anti-possession one in the back of your left shoulder, a little and simple bow and arrow in your forearm and a "non timebo mala" in your right collarbone. "But one of them is missing."
Once again none of you knew what to say next and you felt that guilty again. They were all worried about what would happen and of course, extremely confused with everything. You could tell that Castiel was also worried with you in his special way, always making sure he can help somehow. Dean was still in shock, he wasn't letting it show, you just knew too much of him. Sam had a sad look in his eyes. His sadness and yours were the same. He felt guilty, like he was failing you and it was a matter of seconds before he started make you a lot of questions. Well, your guilty spoke louder than his.
"Can I talk to you for a second?" He stopped staring at the table and looked up at you.
"Sure." He got up, glad to see you were acting calm and being very mature with all the situation. You two went to the hallway. There you said:
"Write her name."
"What?" Now he was looking down at you.
"Jess, right?" He contracted his jaw. "Don't worry with me for now, ok? Stay as far from me as you can until you are sure you wrote down every single thing you can remember about her and with her. If you have pictures, make sure they stay together with what you wrote. That way you won't forget her."
"Oh yeah, what about you?"
"It's a big bunker. You won't see me around."
"Y/N..." Somehow, he still felt so weird when he said your name out loud. Have he chosen it for you? He had no idea about the basics, it was killing him. "...that's not fair with you." You knew he wouldn't agree with it, but you had the cards.
"I'm not gonna say anything about me until you three do it." You said with authority. "I don't have the right to take your memories away, so I'll make sure you keep them." You went to your bedroom right after you said that and locked the doors in case what you said didn't remind him how stubborn you are.
