John’s truck.
Pairing : Winchesters x Sister!reader (Wincest), John
Word count : 4,897
Warnings : WINCEST!, Incest, Smut, cheating.
Final part of The Winchester Curse.
That’s how things went for over a year. Whichever brother got alone time with you, took advantage of it, never both of them together, which you didn’t mind since you knew Sam could get jealous.
And they would sneak as much time together as they could for themselves. They would buy you something if you managed to occupy John for a bit to give them some time. A few times, they would go ahead to check into the motel while you and John went to eat. Dean would buy you anything your heart desired if they managed to get a few hours out of it. Mostly you just got new clothes out of the deal. You didn’t really want for much, and you loved dragging him around from store to store, and the look on his face as you tried on clothes for him.
At one store, he couldn’t take it. “Let me help you with that.” His eyes were dark with lust as he went into the changing room with you. He fingered you hard while you jerked him off, his free hand covering your mouth so you’d be quiet. It only worked so well. Let’s just say, you were banned from that particular store. Both of you laughing as you hit the sidewalk after being escorted out.
Oh you got kicked out of places with Sam too. A library, actually. After he fucked you against a shelf in a corner. You had worn a short skirt Dean had bought you the week before, and were looking something up for him on a hunt he was helping some hunter with two towns over. Sam had walked up behind you, pushed up your skirt, moved your panties aside and slid right in once he had a condom on. “Don’t you dare stop reading that.” He told you as he started thrusting. You tried to focus on the words, biting your lip hard trying to keep quiet. You both would have gone unnoticed, until some perv spotted you, and jerked off while he watched. Only he wasn’t careful and got caught. Sam gave him a black eye for getting caught once everyone was outside.
A few times they heard you with someone else in your room, but again, never saw who it was. Though they did play a game of “Guess the Fuck” whenever they hit the bar. Pointing out likely suspects. You would just shake your head every time and laugh.
It never once hit you that you might be someone’s dirty little secret. Let alone both of theirs. You didn’t figure it out until one day you walked into their motel room.
“Feeling any better sweetheart?” Dean asked as you shut the door behind you. You had been sick on and off for about two weeks now. John was sure you had the flu and told the boys to follow with you when you got better.
“We uh… We need to talk.”
“What’s wrong?” Sam asked and closed his laptop.
You stepped up to the table they both sat at, and put something down between them. They both glanced down. “Shit..” Dean picked up the pregnancy test. “Dad’s gonna flip..”
“Yeah.” You said softly.
“Will you finally tell us who you’ve been fucking?” Dean looked up. “Oh god, is he even in this town, or do I need to hunt him down?”
You looked at him confused. “You don’t need to hunt anyone down, Dean..”
“Do you know who it is?”
“I have an idea..”
“Jesus christ.” Dean grumbled. “That’ll be a fun fucking call, won’t it. Hey dad, your little angel is pregnant, and she thinks she might know who’s it is.”
“Don’t be an asshole, Dean.” Sam shot at him.
“Considering it might be yours.” You glared at him..
“What?!” Sam and Dean both looked surprised. Dean looking at you, but Sam at him. “You’re still fucking her!?”
“It can’t be mine…” He mumbled.
“Are you kidding me right now Dean!?” Sam stood up from his chair. “We agreed!”
“It could also be yours.” You looked up at Sam.
“Son of a bitch!” Dean scoffed, looking up at Sam. “So ready to fucking jump down my throat. Anything else you’re keeping from me?”
“Are y- Are you two serious right now?!” You glanced between them. “Neither of you knew!?” You moved back until your legs hit the bed and you dropped down to sit on it.
“How could you do that to me, Dean, you knew how I felt.”
“Me!? What about you!”
You stared at the floor, breath getting heavy while their yelling faded into background noise. “How could you both do that to me…” Tears started to well up in your eyes, you didn’t even know if they heard you. “I can’t believe you would both do that to me, put me in the middle like that for over a year.”
“A year!? You cheated on me for a fucking year!?” Dean growled.
“Like you’re fucking innocent here Dean.” Sam spat back. “One and done. Those were the fucking rules. She got two, each of us once and we agreed that was fucking it!”
“Obviously you didn’t give a shit about the rules when you kept fucking her! Or do they only apply to me so you don’t get fucking jealous? Because that right there, is bullshit Sam, and you know it.”
You shook your head, and got up and walked out without another word. You went to your room, locked the door and curled up in your bed. You glanced over at the second bed that had been John’s when he had been in town. You wished he was there. He’d be pissed about you being pregnant, but he’d comfort you while you cried.
“Winchester curse.” You mumbled before a hand went to your stomach. “I’m sorry.”
You fell asleep crying to the sound of Sam and Dean fighting still. You could make out a good chunk of what they said. They were both swearing they used condoms, and arguing which one of them obviously fucked up. You jolted awake to the door slamming, and the Impala tearing out of the parking lot. You pulled the pillow closer and went back to sleep.
A few hours later, you woke up to banging against the wall. It took you a minute to realize they were fucking, and it sounded almost brutal. In the silence of the room, and them being against the wall between the two rooms, you could make out bits and pieces. “Remember, you’re fucking mine. Only mine.” Sam was reminding Dean. “You try and bring another fucking bar whore here, Dean. I’ll make you fucking regret it, do you hear me?”
“Yes! Fuck!” You heard Dean cry out. You sighed, and rolled over. At least they were working it out. Or so you thought.
They were fighting again the next morning. You didn’t know what about specifically now, and stayed in your room, keeping out of it. You waited for it to stop, but it never did. Not until Dean stormed out again. A few minutes after the Impala was gone, you heard Sam punch the wall and scream out a curse. Pulling on your shoes, you grabbed a sweater and left your room. Your stomach had been growling for at least an hour, and it was getting close to lunchtime. Normally, one of them would bring you food, but you weren’t about to wait for them. Not today.
Walking past the bar, you glanced in the window, and saw Dean. Your heart broke at the sight of him sitting there downing glass after glass of whiskey. You tore your eyes away and kept walking.
It was almost 2pm when there was a knock at your door. You got up and opened it to see Dean. “You need to eat.” He said softly, holding out a bag. He looked so broken. “Sorry I didn’t come sooner…”
“I ate, Dean.” You told him gently. “I went to the diner earlier today. Brought back my leftovers. I figured you two would be too occupied to worry about me.”
“You went out?”
You nodded. “I saw you drinking in the bar.” You took the bag from him and stepped in. “But thank you, it smells really good.” You turned and gave him a soft smile. “Are you two going to be okay?”
“I don’t know.” He admitted softly, stepping inside just enough to lean on the wall. “I really don’t know. We fucked up pretty bad this time. And it doesn’t just affect us.” His green eyes met yours. “I was so fucking careful with you.. I-”
“You both were, Dean. Neither of you ever forgot a condom.. Sometimes it just happens. I’m sorry.”
He shook his head. “I should apologize to you, you’re right, we had no right to put you in the middle like that. Especially not for so long. I just-” He swallowed. “I couldn’t get enough. It was like the first time I was with Sammy, I just needed more. No matter how wrong it was. It felt so good, so right. I’m so sorry. And I don’t think he can forgive me for this. I don’t know if I can forgive him. It’s just so fucked.”
“Give it time, Dean. And try not to yell at each other so much.”
He nodded. “I’ll see ya later, sweetheart. Thanks.” He turned and walked out, only to be met by Sam.
“Is that where you’ve been all day? I won’t let you touch me so you run back to her?”
“Give it a rest, Sam. I brought her fucking food, she’s pregnant and needs to eat.”
“If she was hungry, she could have came to me, I would have taken her to get something.” He shot back.
“Well she fucking didn’t okay, apparently she left the fucking motel and you didn’t even notice! You’re suppose to be watching her. Keeping her safe. Fuck Dad’s going to be pissed as it is.. If something else would have happened-”
“You’re the one who keeps fucking taking off to drink and fuck. Do you think I can’t smell it on you?! Give me a fucking break, Dean. You’re the fucking protector, you’re the one who -”
“Enough!” You yelled at them. “Fuck off, both of you! I don’t need this shit right now.” And with that you slammed the door.
“Way to go, Sammy.” You heard Dean scoff.
“Me!?”
“Yeah you.” You knew Dean was walking away from your door as his voice faded. “We were fucking talking shit out before…”
You dropped into a chair at your table and glanced at your phone. Part of you wanted to call John and beg him to come get you. Or maybe Bobby. You knew he’d take you in in a heartbeat and you could get away from this. Instead, you started looking up clinics in the area as you pulled out the food Dean brought you and started to pick at it.
Two days of bickering. Two days of you on your own because you didn’t feel like listening to them, or having to chose between them so you shut them both out. You had an appointment at the clinic today. You had made up your mind, you knew what you would do and you wanted your brothers there to help you through this. You went to knock on their door, but were met with more arguing. Sighing, you decided not to bother them and headed back to your room. “Guess it’s just you and me..” You mumbled to yourself.
“Hi, I uh- I have an appointment..”
The girl behind the desk looked up and smiled a genuinely sweet smile. “Your name? And how far along are you”
“Y/N, Y/L/N. And I think I’m about 7-8 weeks?”
She typed it into her computer, and a moment later looked up again with a smile. “Have a seat.” She motioned to the nearby chairs. “The doctor will see you shortly, you’re next.”
“Thanks..” You took a deep breath and headed for the chairs. Feeling eyes on you, you glanced up and she was watching you, taking you in for a moment with an expression on her face you couldn’t place.
She looked back at her computer for a moment, looking at who your appointment was with and looked back up at you. “Excuse me?”
“Yeah?” You looked worried.
“Do you not have someone to stay with you during this?” You shook your head. “Would you like me to call someone for you?”
You looked down. “There’s no one to call.”
She was quiet for a moment, making you look up. There was sadness in her eyes. “Uh.. I’m going on my lunch break in a bit. I-If you want, I can sit with you?” You furrowed your brow a bit at that. “I mean, I don’t want to overstep or anything, but you look terrified. And I know why you’re here just by the name of the doctors on your appointment.” She gave you a small smile. “No one should be alone during this. I’ll grab you a bottle of water from the back, and I’ll sit with you if you want. Just to have someone hold your hand.”
You gave her a small nod. “I’d like that, thank you.”
She smiled. “I go on break in about 10 minutes. If you get called in first, just let her know I’ll be joining you. My name’s Willow.” Your eyebrows went up at that, and she chuckled. “My mom liked to think of herself as a bit of a hippie.”
“It’s a nice name.”
You spoke with the doctor, and Willow was with you the whole time. She didn’t say much, she just sat with you. Anytime you felt scared, or overwhelmed, she’d take your hand in hers, and give it a light squeeze and a smile.
Then came the ultrasound. You were nervous, but Willow was still there with a smile. “Thank you, for sitting with me.” You told her as the tech squirted the cool jelly onto your stomach.
She shrugged. “It’s nothing, really. I know how scary it can be. I uh- I went through it myself once.” She gave you a smile. “I didn’t have anyone with me either. And the emotions hit hard after, sometimes they never really go away. But someone there to share in that moment, those emotions, it makes a difference. You don’t feel so alone. I try to do that for someone as much as I can.”
“Ready?” The tech asked, wand in hand.
You took a deep breath and nodded. As soon as you saw it on the screen, you froze. “Is that…”
She took a couple measurements. “You’re about 10 weeks, not 8.” She hit a button, and the heart beat had you tearing up.
You closed your eyes, trying not to cry. “You’re changing your mind, aren’t you?” Willow asked softly, her hand took yours. “I know that look. You can’t do it. It’s okay. If you need more time, we’ll sit and talk, whatever you decide, it’ll be okay.”
Dean banged on your door. “Come on sweetheart, you can’t give me the silent treatment forever.. You need to eat.” He banged again.
“Jesus, Dean. The whole motel can hear you.” Sam shoved Dean out of the way and glanced around before picking the lock.
Dean rolled his eyes, and pushed past Sam as soon as the door was open. “Princess?” He put the bag down on the table. The room was empty, so he went to check the bathroom. “Did she go out on her own again? I told her to stop fucking doing that..” He came back into the main room.
“Dean…..” Sam picked up a paper and key that had been under the bag Dean had put down. Dean grabbed the note out of Sam’s hand.
Dear Sam and Dean,
I'm sorry, but I can't do this anymore. I can't be the wedge between you. I have a clinic appointment today, m y mind is set on what I'll do, but when I went to get you, hoping you would both be there for me, you were too busy arguing.
I left the motel room key, please check me out. I'm hoping by the time you realize you haven't seen me today and pick the lock, I'll be long gone. Just tell dad I took off with some guy or something. I'll reach out to him when I'm ready to.
I promise.
Just let me disappear, Dean. I know how hard that will be for you, but please. I plan on making it hard for you to follow me, so just let me go.
Just let me disappear.
I love you both.
Y/N
“SHIT!” Dean yelled. “SHIT!” He pulled out his phone. “Dad.. It’s Dean. She’s gone. No, I don’t know when, or where.. She’s just fucking gone!” Sam picked up the note, and his heart broke reading it, then he looked up at the panic in Dean’s face. “I’ll find her, Dad. If it’s the last fucking thing I do, I’ll find her.”
When Dean hung up the phone, Sam tossed him the key. “You check her out. I’ll look up every clinic in the area. We’ll split up and find her. She can’t of gone far.”
“Sam, we don’t even know when her appointment was. It’s almost dinner time.”
“Then stop wasting time.” Sam shoved Dean out the door before doing a check of the room, and grabbing the bag of food and heading to their room to grab his laptop.
Dean sighed as he walked into the last clinic he had to check. They had been at it for a while. “Hi, can I help you?” The lady at the desk smiled up at him.
“Yeah, uh, I’m hoping you can. I’m looking for my sister.” he pulled out his phone, and showed her a picture. “She had an appointment at a clinic, I was suppose to take her but she never showed up, and she hasn’t come back home. I’m really worried about her. I’ve been checking every clinic. This is my last stop.”
She looked up from the phone, and looked at Dean. “Your sister?”
Dean nodded. “Yeah. She was pretty scared. Our dad doesn’t know she’s pregnant, and she’s terrified to tell him. She probably would have been scared if she did this alone. I don’t even know if she made it to her appointment. Her name is Y/N Y/L/N. Please, can you just check?”
“I don’t need to…” She told him softly. “She was here.”
Relief flashed over his face. “When!? She hasn’t come back, we have no idea where she is, my brother and I are tearing the town apart. Please, anything you can tell me..”
“I’m sorry.” She gave him an apologetic look. “Policy and all. I can’t tell you much. She did make her appointment. I sat with her. It was around 11:45, and I had my lunch break at that time. She was scared, so I went in with her. She told me she had no one to call.”
“Fuck..” He groaned and looked at his watch. “Can you tell me how long she was here?”
“She left just before 1.”
“Five hours.. She’s been missing for over five fucking hours.” He groaned. “She could be anywhere…”
“I’m sorry I can’t help you more. She was pretty upset when she left. Maybe she just needed some space…”
He nodded, but knew that wasn’t true. “You did a lot. For me and her. Thank you.” She gave him a small smile. He pulled out a card. “If she happens to come back, I know it’s a long shot but.. Please, call me?”
“Of course.” She glanced down at the card as he started for the door. “Wait, you’re FBI?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah.”
She licked her lips. “One sec.” She hurried into a back room and a few minutes later, came out with a two papers. “I shouldn’t do this, I could lose my job. But she was really sweet, and I’d hate for something bad to happen to her.” She slid him the papers. “It’s not much, just a quick assessment of the pregnancy, how far along she is, in case you need that for a missing persons. And the picture.”
“Thank you-”
“Willow.” she smiled.
“Thank you so much, Willow. Seriously, I owe you one.” She gave him a smile as he headed out, looking down at the ultrasound picture.
“Please tell me you had better luck than I did.” Sam was hurrying up the path.
“She was here…” He couldn’t take his eyes off the picture. “She was here, Sammy. Five hours ago. Shit. what do we tell Dad?” He asked as he handed Sam the ultrasound picture and the paper.
Sam looked over the notes, then the picture. “Nothing about this. Not yet. Says she was meeting about an abortion…. Doesn’t say if she went through with it..”
“Fuck, Sam.” Dean wanted to cry thinking of his little sister going through that alone.
“Please, Sammy. Please tell me you got something?”
“Dean, it’s been months.” Sam looked up from his laptop, glancing at Dean who was driving down an empty highway in the middle of the night in the pouring rain.
“She can’t have just fucking vanished, Sam. There has to be some fucking sign of her. We’re hunters, for fuck sake!”
“So was she, Dean. I mean sure, she never worked a case, but we trained her.”
“Yeah, too fucking well.” Dean grumbled with a sigh.
“Look, I’ve checked, births, and deaths.. Her phone still hasn’t come back on and there is nothing in her name, or any of the names of the fake id’s she use to have, which means she got herself a new one. Bobby is swearing he knows nothing, though we both know if she asked him not to tell, he wouldn’t. He loved that girl like his own daughter. And he’d do it just to spite Dad.” Sam licked his lips. “I can’t find a fucking trace of her.”
Dean punched his steering wheel. “Fuck!”
“I’ll keep looking, you know I will.” Sam ran his fingers through Dean’s hair. “For now, we’ll do what we always do. Work the case dad gave us, and keep looking.”
Dean nodded. “It’s been too long though, Sammy.”
“I know, Dean. I know.” His hand ran down Dean’s arm before he was back on his laptop.
Suddenly Dean’s phone rang. “Yeah?” He answered without looking, figuring it was John. He slammed on the brakes without warning, causing Sam to lurch forward and have to brace himself. “Where are you, sweetheart?” Sam looked over at him, just as an alert went off on his laptop, letting him know that your phone had been turned back on. “We’re on our way. Don’t fucking move. I’m coming.” He hung up and U turned, heading back the way he had come.
“Where is she?” Sam asked, the tracking results took a few minutes.
Dean didn’t answer, he licked his lips and dialed John. “We found her, Dad… I don’t give a shit about this fucking case, or your fucking lead. We finally found her… The case can eat my ass. I’m going to see my fucking sister in the hospital.” He growled before hanging up on his father. “Tell me how to get to her, before she turns her phone off again, Sammy.”
Sam nodded, and quickly got directions. A few minutes later, he saw your phone was off again.
You woke up to a commotion out in the hall. A moment later, your door burst open and Dean was there, somehow with panic and relief both etched all over his face. “What happened!? Are you-”
“Shhh.” You cut him off.
“Dean..” Sam hit Dean’s chest with the back of his hand, and motioned to the infant sleeping a foot away from your bed on the opposite side.
You watched Dean’s facial expression change completely. “You kept it…” He breathed out, slowly making his way over. “Can I?”
You nodded. “Just don’t wake her. She only fell asleep about an hour ago.”
“Her..” He smiled. “God, she’s beautiful.” He lifted her up gently. “When did you have her?” He looked up at you.
“I called you as soon as the room was clear and we were left alone.” You gave him a smile.
“Only a day old.” Sam moved closer to look down at her with a smile. “She’s so tiny.. What’s her name?”
“She doesn’t have one yet. I couldn’t find anything that felt right, so I figured, maybe once I saw her, maybe knew who her father was, something would click.” You bit your lip.
“Does that mean you know?” Dean was looking down at the infant that might be his, with so much pride and love on his face.
“Yeah.. I know.” Your voice cracked a little.
“She’s definitely a Winchester.” Sam chuckled. “I can’t tell who she looks more like though, me or Dean. How do you know?”
“They took DNA samples.”
“They don’t have ours, do they?” Dean looked up confused, and saw how you were looking down at your hands in your lap. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”
You shook your head. “No, they don’t have yours, but they didn’t need it. They knew right away it was someone closely related to me. Asked if I had known. Of course, I lied.”
“That doesn’t narrow it down..” Dean pointed out.
“It does.. Too many of the same markers.”
“Yeah, and we’re siblings..” Dean pointed out, and glanced at Sam. He could see the gears working in Sam’s head.
“Half siblings.” You told him gently.
With that confession, Sam looked up. “You’re not serious!?”
“What?” Dean looked between you two. “What am I missing here.”
“When were you going to tell me, sweetheart.” You turned towards the deep voice, and were met with John.
You shrugged as your eyes started to water. “I don’t know. I was hoping to not have to. You don’t know how many times I walked into a clinic to abort and walked right back out. I couldn’t do it. I’m sorry Dad.”
Sam shook his head in disbelief. “What?!” Dean demanded.
John stepped in and kissed your forehead before looking at Dean. “Let me hold my daughter, Dean.”
“Dad?” John took the infant from his arms, and Dean looked at you. “Dad!? Are you fucking kidding me!?”
“Please, Dean. Don’t wake her up..”
He clenched his fist, and his jaw before walking out. Sam sighed. “I’ll talk to him. Then I think the three of us need to talk.” You nodded.
“How long?” Dean growled out as you breast fed. John stepped out to get you something to eat since hospital food sucked.
“Years.” You answered softly.
“Did he-”
“No!” You looked up at him. “No. I promise you that.” He didn’t need to finish the question. “It just, happened. I can’t even remember how it started. But it was never forced, Dean. They asked the same thing when they came back with those results. I told them I never knew my father, never met him. I didn’t want to lose her.”
Sam watched you from where he sat on the foot of your bed, opposite side of where Dean stood. “Shit… That’s why we’ve never seen who you were with?” Sam asked, and you nodded. “All the detours, you taking up his time so we..”
“Yeah.” You nodded. “I’d complain about needing to stretch, he’d ask if I was getting hungry. If I answered just right, he knew what I wanted.” You licked your lips.
Sam let out a scoff. “Cherry pie.” He nodded. “It was always cherry pie. I’m so stupid.”
“Why you never rode with us.. Always dad’s truck?” Dean scoffed ignoring Sam. “Here I thought you just liked spending time with him.”
“I did. I do. It nice seeing him finally relax, cracking jokes, and singing along to the radio, even if I put it on a random pop station.” You smiled. “He’d always find something to sing along to and over exaggerate it just to make me smile.”
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell us..” Dean shot you a look.
“Like you didn’t tell me about you two?” He sighed, and sat on the bed near your feet. “Or how you didn’t tell each other about me?”
“He’s your dad..” Dean pointed out.
“And your my brothers, Dean. Winchester curse. We’ve all got it.” You glanced down as she unlatched. “I just pray she doesn’t. I’m sorry. I never wanted all this. I never set out with the goal to fuck my family, and give birth to my father’s child. This is hard on me, Dean. I tried t-” Tears welled up in your eyes again cutting you off.
“Just come home.” Sam pleaded. “Please, just come back to us. Let us help. Let us back in.” You didn’t answer him. You weren’t sure if you could. You just stared down at your daughter.
“Willow.” Dean said softly, making you look at him. His eyes were on your daughter. “Call her Willow.”
You smiled at the memory of the sweet girl behind the desk and nodded. “Willow Winchester.” You looked down at her. “Not half bad.” You sniffled.
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