Sam and Dean Winchester x little sister!reader (aged around 5/6)
Synopsis: you bring home something that surprises your brothers.
“Sammy look!”
“Uh, baby what is that?” Sam jumped up from his chair when he saw you toddle in, carrying a giant gray ball of fur in your tiny hands.
“It’s a kitty!” You grinned up at him, and Sam felt the blood drain from his face.
“Baby that’s not a kitty,” Sam rushed forwards, snatching the raccoon out of your hands, relieved when he noticed that it seemed calm.
“What’s going on in here?” Dean idled into the room, freezing when he noticed the bundle Sam carried. “New pet?”
“My kitty!” You whined, tugging at Sam’s leg as you reached for the creature.
“Hey baby, let’s leave that thing alone, yeah?” Dean lifted you into his arms, carrying you a safe distance from the undomesticated rodent.
“Can’t we keep him?” You whimpered, and Dean nearly melted at your stuck-out lip and puppy dog eyes. Nearly.
“No, honey this guy…” Sam held the raccoon away from his body, his nose wrinkling. “This guy belongs in the wild.”
“But I ‘dopted him!” You insisted, kicking your legs in an attempt to get Dean to put you down.
“Ok, tiger,” Dean chuckled, cradling your head as he began to carry you out of the room. “Well that guy wants to go outside, that’s his home. He wouldn’t like it here. So Sammy, he’s gonna go find that guy’s family and return him, and I’m gonna go give you a bath.”
“Thanks a lot, Dean,” Sam grumbled as he started for the door.
“Why can’t I keep him?” You whimpered, tears in your eyes as Dean turned the bath water.
“Well, like I said baby, his home is in the wild. He just doesn’t belong in a house like you and me.” Dean gestured for you to lift your arms, and when you did he tugged off your shirt, tossing it and the rest of your clothes into a pile that he was pretty sure he’d burn later.
Summary: The reader is having a rough morning and Dean helps her out...
Pairing: Dean x reader
Square: Cuddling
Word Count: 565
Warnings: slight angst
A/N: Written for @spngenrebingo
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“Sweetheart,” said Dean from the table. You blinked and knew you’d been zoning, Dean giving you a careful look from where he sat. “You alright?”
“Mhm,” you hummed, returning to making your cup of coffee.
“Y/N. Why aren’t you using the machine?” he asked. You looked back at him and he pointed to the coffee maker. “You just dumped coffee grounds into a cup of water.”
“Oh,” you said, staring at it before you dumped it out in the sink. “I must be tired.”
“Why don’t you go on back to bed a bit, you seem a little out of it,” said Dean.
“Yeah. Maybe I will,” you said, scratching your head as you left the kitchen. You shut your eyes and wearily walked back to the bedroom. He was concerned now which was exactly the opposite of what you wanted. Maybe you could lay in bed for a bit and then just fake that you hadn’t slept well the night before.
You sat down on the edge of the bed when you returned, resting your head in your hands.
“Please answer this questions honestly,” said Dean. You lifted your head, Dean walking in the room before he knelt down in front of you. “Are you okay?”
“Not really,” you said quietly. He gave you a smile and took your hands in his. “I hate my head.”
“S’okay. I still like it,” he said. You nodded and he sat up on the bed, wrapping his arms around you as he pulled you down to lay. “Anything in particular or just an off day?”
“Off day,” you whispered, shutting your eyes. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to stay in-”
“How about we have a lazy morning, lay in bed and let me cuddle you while I tell you how much I love you,” he said, kissing the tip of your nose. “That seems like a pretty good idea to me.”
“There’s things to do,” you said, not bothering to try and squirm away. He’d only pull you back into his chest. He hummed and you felt him pull you close anyways, your eyes opening to find soft green ones staring back.
“I love you,” he said.
“You shouldn’t,” you mumbled.
“Kinda my choice who I get to love and that’s you. I actually love you like a whole lot so you should probably just give in and get used to the fact that I love you more than anything in the world. It’s actually the ideal situation,” he said, smiling as he kissed your forehead. “I love you, sweetheart.”
“I know,” you said. “I love you too. I just don’t love me very much today.”
“I understand. So let’s take a little while to just enjoy this and remember that I love you always, even when you don’t love yourself, and maybe by lunchtime you’ll feel a little better and we can get some good comfort food. Do you like that plan?” he asked.
“It normally works,” you smiled. “Yeah, I’d like to do that.”
“Okay, sweetheart,” he said as he tucked you into his nooks and crannies, making sure you could feel his warmth and his touch. “You’ll feel better soon. I promise.”
I freaking love wearing large flannels. Am I just trying to stay warm? Am I trying to get comfortable? Am I low key cosplaying Andy Dwyer or the Winchesters? Who knows.
Summary: The reader meets the Winchester boys at a young age and develops a special bond with one of them in particular...
Pairing: Dean x reader
Word Count: 1,500ish
Warnings: mild language
A/N: Very loosely inspired by Ed Sheeran’s “Perfect”...
25 Years Ago
“Hi,” you said to the boy with short blonde hair standing in the living room. He was your height and looked like he was five too, his fingers playing with the bottom of his red plaid shirt, glancing around nervously. There was a carrier for a baby next to him, the boy kneeling down and shushing the crying baby inside.
“It’s okay, Sammy,” said the boy, sitting down cross legged, moving the carrier with his hand, rocking the baby back to sleep. You sat down nearby, the boy looking at you after a minute. “How’d you scratch your arm?”
“Monster,” you said, ducking your head down. Bobby said you weren’t supposed to talk about the monsters. “I mean the slide.”
“A monster killed our mom,” said the boy.
“Mine too,” you said. “My dad too. Bobby said he was going to stop it.”
“Do you think it’s going to hurt our dad?” asked the boy, looking at you with a frown.
“I hope not,” you said, the front door opening, Bobby stepping inside. “Hi.”
“Uh, hey kid,” said Bobby. “You uh, think you can stay here with the boys by yourselves? Dean, me and your daddy both need to handle this one.”
“Uh huh,” you said, Bobby sighing.
“Y/N, Dean, do either one of you know how to dial 911 in case of an emergency?” asked Bobby.
“I do,” said Dean, your head also nodding.
“Okay. You three stay put until we get back. Dean, make sure your little brother eats, alright?” said Bobby, grabbing a bag from the hall closet.
“Uncle Bobby, who is Y/N?” asked Dean.
“Y/N...we met a few days ago, didn’t we, sweetie. She’s staying here until it’s safe for her to go back home,” said Bobby.
“But my parents are gone,” you said, getting to your feet. “Where’m I supposed to go?”
“One problem at a time, kid. Just...don’t burn the house down,” said Bobby, patting the top of your head. “Leaving two five year olds to watch a barely one year...going to hell for this...”
The door slammed shut and a car pulled away from the house, you, Dean and Sammy stuck in the living room.
“Do you want a juice box?” asked Dean, standing up and walking to the kitchen. “Uncle Bobby keeps them for me but you can have some if you want.”
“Thanks,” you said, Dean shoving one in your hands, sucking on his straw, hollowing his cheeks together, making you laugh for the first time in days. “You’re funny.”
“I’m sorry about your parents,” said Dean.
“Sorry about your mom,” you said, Dean nodding his head. “Do you want to play? I can be quiet for your brother.”
“Yeah. We gotta be super quiet for Sammy though. It’s his nap time,” said Dean, reaching out a hand, tapping your shoulder. “Tag. You’re it!” he said, taking off out of the room and down the hall.
You followed after and up stairs, running around and crawling over and under things, eventually landing back downstairs and jumping on the couch.
“Maybe you can come with us. Dad’s not so bad,” said Dean, giving you a smile. “Sammy likes you too.”
“Yeah. Maybe Bobby’ll let me.”
“Uh oh,” you said, the thunderstorm outside knocking out the power later that night.
“Uncle Bobby has a lantern in the basement,” said Dean, hopping off the couch.
“I don’t wanna,” you said, shaking your head, curling up on the couch.
“Don’t be a scaredy cat, Y/N,” said Dean, grabbing your hand and pulling you after him.
“Dean, I don’t wanna!” you said, pulling away from him and sitting on the floor by Sam’s carrier, tucking your knees in your chest. “Monsters in the basement.”
“I don’t wanna go by myself,” said Dean, sitting down next to you. “Please Y/N? I’ll protect you if there’s any monsters. Ask Sammy. I’m really good at keeping him safe.”
“Promise?” you asked, Dean nodding his head. “Okay.”
You stood up and followed Dean to the basement door, Dean swinging it open as you both stared down into the pitch black. Dean’s hand found yours at the same time you went for his.
“You’ll protect me too, right?” asked Dean.
“Yeah. That’s what friends do,” you said, giving him a smile, even if he couldn’t really see it. You think he knew it was there all the same.
Present
“Ow! Asshole!” you shouted, grabbing at your arm, watching the hatch over top swing shut, locking you in the basement you’d been tossed down.
“Y/N?” you heard from behind you, your head spinning around, cracking into a sad smile. “Kid, what the hell are you doing here?”
“Rescuing you from the evil basement monster,” you said with a laugh, holding up your arm to find your new scratch thankfully not deep.
“I see that’s working out well for you,” said Dean, walking over and taking a seat beside you, fishing his handkerchief out of his pocket, wrapping it over your arm. He smiled when he finished, tucking your hair behind your ear, planting a kiss on you from out of nowhere.
“Dean,” you said, looking up with wide eyes, barely catching his shoulder shrug.
“I know you’re with that guy Cody but fuck, I haven’t seen you in two years and I’ve been in love with you ever since you went down in that basement with me,” said Dean. He let his hands fall down your arms, waiting for you to say no and turn him away.
“I broke up with Cody three years ago Dean. It took you long enough to come out and say it, huh?” you said, giving him a smile, leaning in to kiss him again.
“You could have said something too,” said Dean, pressing a kiss against your forehead.
“We determined 25 years ago I was the scaredy cat in this relationship and you like holding my hand. I’ll take late over never, Dean,” you said, his arms wrapping around you in a big hug.
“Please tell me you were working with Sam on this thing. I’ve been stuck here all night. I can’t figure a way out,” said Dean, glancing around at the bare room.
“This is all part of my genius rescue plan,” you said, Dean cocking his head. “...Maybe not exactly my plan but don’t worry. Sam’ll come get us.”
“Are you sure?” asked Dean, the hatch over head flinging open.
“It’s a miracle I ever survived infancy with you two around,” said Sam, tossing a rope down. “Dean! Found your girlfriend by the way!”
“Actually, I’m pretty sure she is my girlfriend,” said Dean as he hosited you up, following after until you were both sat on the floor in the hall. Sam’s jaw was dropped, shaking his head. “Gotta come up with a new insult, Sammy.”
“You two are finally together. It must be the end of times,” said Sam, helping you both to your feet. “Only took forever.”
“Not forever, Sammy. Only 25 years,” said Dean with a smirk, Sam rolling his eyes.
“You know, I’m not going to fall completely head over heels for you, Dean,” you said, following Sam down the hall. “I think you owe me a date.”
“That can be arranged,” said Dean, throwing his arms over your shoulders. “Winner gets to pick the place.”
“Winner of what?” you asked, Dean backing away, poking your shoulder.
“You’re it,” he said, taking off outside, your feet pounding after him.
“Oh, it’s on, Winchester!” you said, hopping down the step into the grass.
“I’ll just clean this up then!” said Sam, watching the two of you run around the front yard, Dean ducking behind Baby, laughing his ass off. “Or I’ll stand here, knowing you two are too caught up at the moment to realize there never was a monster and I planned all this to get your stubborn asses together. Nope, I’ll just keep that to myself and let you two act like the kids you never got to be and you two...fuck, I forgot you had your bluetooth still on, Y/N.”
“Thanks loser,” you muttered under your breath, flashing Sam a smile as you chased after Dean. “Don’t worry. It’ll be our little secret Sammy.”
