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Part Of The Family Part 2

Hey Guys ! I am so so sorry for the delay. I had a very hectic week, was a little sick and Post Grad is kicking my ass with assignments and tests! Anyway I wrote this during class because I was vv bored. Thanks for sticking around :)

Characters: Dean x half Sister, Sam x half Sister

Warnings: Angst, Fluff , strong language , a little gory. 

Ages

Dean- 20

Sam- 16

Y/N- 12

Dean’s POV

I went inside the room and closed the door behind me to find Sam sitting on the edge of the bed, tying his shoes. I crossed my arms across the chest and stared at him intently. 

“What is it Dean?” He said nonchalantly without looking up. 

“What the hell was that out there?!?” I screamed. 

He finished tying his shoes and looked up at me through his floppy hair and said”Are you really going to reprimand me about this?”

“What the hell is that supposed to me? You can’t just talk to her like that. Hell! You can’t to anyone like that just because you don’t like them!” I shouted. 

Sam’s eyes widened in anger as he stood up to face me. “Dean, you yourself said that you don’t like her and that she is the living proof that Dad has forgotten Mom.”

I turned around and wiped my hand over my face. Guilt rose in me as I thought back to the day I told Sam the thoughts I had towards my little sister. I sighed heavily and looked at him with a sad face “Sam, I was drunk and naive and wrong. I was looking at someone to blame because that day was hard and she was the easiest target. I am sorry.”

Sam’s expression metamorphosed into shock and a hint of guilt could be seen on his face. “I am also looking at someone to blame. I am angry all the time and she seems to be the reason for all the problems.”

I shook my head and placed my hand on his shoulder reassuringly” She is a child and she is alone. We have each other. She has no one. We are being jerks.”

Sam sighed and rubbed his sleeve across his eyes which were now gathering tears. He took a deep breath and sighed heavily. “So maybe we should go-”

CRASHHHH !!!!!!

Our heads turned simultaneously towards the door as we heard a loud noise. We took our guns and ran out into the main room of the motel only to find Y/n fighting a werewolf. There was blood running down her side of the face and she was holding her arms against the big scary man. The monster turned to face us and threw Y/n against the wall successfully knocking her out. He then ran towards us growling away.

“Sam !!” I shouted his name as we tried to fight this werewolf off. 

“What ?!?!” he shouted back. 

“Where the hell are the silver bullets?!?!” I yelled. 

Sam looked at me and yelled back “I have no clue!”

“SON OF A BITCH!” I screamed at the top of my voice as this werewolf tried to kill us. He banged Sam’s head against the table and then took a piece of the broken furniture to impale me. I tried to fight him of but lost my footing on the carpet. He raised his arms to puncture me with his weapon when suddenly Y/n climbed on his back and snatched the wooden piece from him. 

“Dean!” she yelled as she stood in front of me. “ Run to the room and get those blasted bullets from the drawer.” I nodded and and ran to the room, I knew I shouldn’t let my sister fight it alone but we didn’t have time to argue. 

Y/n’s POV

Fighting came natural to me. It was something I could claim I was best at. I took the wooden piece and fought the monster in front of with the skill I had. I tried to keep an eye on Sam who was lying unconscious on the floor. My own head was spinning furiously but I couldn’t pass out now. Not when Dean needed me. The werewolf tried to catch me but I was too small as well as fast for my age. But I knew I could not keep this up, I was losing and getting hit more than I intended to.

Suddenly he grabbed one of my legs and crushed it. 

“AAAAAHH”A scream pierced through my throat but I manged to  punctured his face with the wodden piece. In his agony he threw me across the room and I hit the wall. This time I could not retain consciousnesses and I slowly sank into the peaceful realm. Though I could swear I faintly heard Dean’s voice calling out to me. 

Dean’s POV

The bullets were hidden in some Narnian place. It took me ages to find the them. I could hear Y/n fighting the werewolf and my anxiety grew tremendously. She was a good fighter. She always has been but I knew she needed me there with the bullets like yesterday.  I rummaged through the drawer and finally found the bloody bullets. 

Suddenly  I heard Y/n’s scream and my body went cold. I immediately grabbed the gun and ran into the room yelling her name as I saw her body slump against the wall. The werewolf turned towards me and without a moment’s hesitation I shot him in the heart with the precious silver bullets. His eyes rolled in the back of his head and his body dropped on the floor with a loud thud. I stared at the monster and tried to catch my breath, then my eyes fell on little sister who was not moving an inch. I scrambled towards her and scanned her injuries. The werewolf had broken her leg which must have caused her extreme agony. Her head was bleeding from being repeatedly pushed into a wall. 

I carefully gathered her in my arms and cradled her head gently. “Ughh, my head” I heard Sam complain from behind me. He got up off the floor with a groan and inspected the damage around him. His eyes widened as he walked quickly towards us. “What the hell happened here Dean?” “What happened to her?”

I quickly wiped the tears which pricked my eyes. I looked up at him sadly and said “We need to get both of you to the hospital. You will sit with her in the back.” I walked out with her in my arms as Sam followed with a puzzled expression. 

I sat in the waiting room staring at the plainness and grayness the hospital exhibited. My eyes had a vacant expression as my mind refused to care about the world. Sam had a very mild concussion and he was going to be fine. Y/n was not in a very life threatening position but her leg needed to be looked at. Her head also suffered certain injuries. The doctor had already told me that she was going to be fine but I just couldn't move. What the hell have I done.  The child saved me. My  little sister who I neglected and treated her with nothing but cruelty saved me. Sam came out of the room and sat beside me. 

I cleared my throat and asked” All good ?”

Sam looked at me and nodded “Yeah, just going to have a small headache for like a day maybe. How is Y/N?”

“Umm the doctor said she is going to be fine but needs a lot of rest. “

We sat quietly for a while again consumed by our own thoughts and guilt. 

“Dean, I am sorry I treated her the way I did. You were right. I am so so so sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize to me. Let’s go inside and see her.” Saying this I walked into the room where my little sister was being treated. 

Y/N’S POV

I opened my eyes and felt extreme pain in every inch of my body. I turned my head and tried to see my surroundings. I got up from the bed and felt certain strong hands push me back against the covers. 

“Y/n! what are you doing out of bed ?” I heard Dean panic. “Get back in there, you need rest.”

I laid against the cover and looked around. Sam was walking towards me and Dean was hovering over me. I saw that my leg was in a cast and my head was starting to hurt.

“What happened ?” I croaked.

Dean sighed and smiled at me as Sam held my hand. A look of confusion nestled on my face as I waited for them to explain. “You beat the shit out of the monster but he broke your leg” replied Dean. 

Tears immediately pricked my eyes and dropped down on my face.

“What’s wrong are you in pain?” Sam asked worriedly as Dean tried to console me. 

I shook my head and a few more and suddenly I was sobbing fully. I usually have a very good grip on my emotions but somehow today they seemed to be out of control. I cried a little more as my body hiccuped and trembled from my emotion. 

Dean took my hand in his and patted my head with the other. “Why are you crying Y/n?”

I calmed myself down but to no avail the tears kept descending down my face.”How will I manage by myself with a broken leg?” I cried. 

“I already feel so weak and I don’t know how I will take care of myself, like who will help me get to the motel? How will I take a bath ? Wear my clothes ? Hell! how will i walk from one place to another ? I literally have no one !” saying this I started bawling.

Dean’s POV

Sam and I looked at Y/n in absolute bewilderment as she sat crying her heart out. Her little body shook with tears as she hiccuped constantly to calm herself down.  After she stopped crying I took both of my her hands in mine and prepared myself. 

“Y/n, Can you please look at me?” She shook her head and tried to hider face. 

“Please just hear me out.” I pleaded with her and she relented finally. 

“I want you to know something. I am so very very sorry the way Sam and I treated you” I confessed as she looked at me with shock in her eyes.

“What?” she inquired

“Dean is right Y/n. What I said to you last night. God I am so so sorry. I have no explanation and no excuse. I am just sorry.”

I took a deep breath and then carried out the rest of my apology. “We were terrible towards you. It wasn’t your fault. We just had our ridiculous reasons. But you need to know how very sorry I am. If you accept this godforsaken apology then I will spend the rest of my days trying to make it up to you.”

Sam wiped his tears and then patted her head. “And please don’t worry about who is going to take care of you. I know we have been terrible in the past but from today onward we would like to do better. We will take care of you.”

“You will?” she asked in a hesitant voice.

I chuckled and squeezed her hand tightly” Damn straight we will. You are our little sister. Who just happened to kick the werewolf’s ass. I am sorry we didn’t treat you like family.”

Anger flashed across her face and she ripped her hand from mine” Why? Why on earth did you treat me like shit? Like what was your reason?”

Sam looked at her sadly” We had no reaso-”

“That’s bullshit!” she interrupted. “I have spent years with you guys, hoping one of these days maybe I could join this team. You guys have each other, someone to watch your backs and someone to unload your feelings and thoughts. I have no one. Not a single person in this world. So I am asking a very normal question What the hell was that?!”

She stared at me with watery eyes, anger and disappointment swimming in them. I looked towards Sam who was crying softly, not able to look at her. 

I learnt forward and put her in my arms. She resisted at first then cried earnestly in my chest. “I am so so sorry. I was wrong. Please forgive me.”

“I just don’t want to be alone.” she cried more. I shushed her and softly kissed her forehead. “I promise you, from now on you will never be alone. I will always take care of you.” It literally had broken my heart to watch her cry about who was going to look after her. Sam walked around and stood behind me. “I promise the same thing Y/n. I also promise to help you irritate Dean whenever all the time. 

She let out a watery chuckle and wiped her nose. “Let’s start over!” 

THE END. 

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Part Of the Family

 Characters: Dean x half Sister, Sam x half Sister 

Warnings: Angst, Fluff , strong language 

Ages 

Dean- 20 

Sam- 16

Y/N- 12

My entry into this world wasn’t considered to be a phenomena which was adored by all. On the contrary, I believe it was frowned upon extensively by all the family members. I was the youngest Winchester in the family. Daughter of John Winchester and Sarah Daniels, not Mary Winchester. Hence this why I believe  both Sam and Dean didn’t care for me like they did for each other. Don’t get me wrong, they never went out of their way to hurt me or bully me but for them I was just a non existent entity which sat in the backseat of the car. 

As a child I was jealous of the bond the two of them shared, though they had enough troubles which would last them a lifetime at least they had each other. As a spectator I considered it a privilege to watch their bond grow into this wonderful relationship. A relationship of brothers, best friends and confidants. The troubles they faced they shared with each other, they were willing to lend each other their shoulder to cry on and carry the weight of the world. As a spectator I could write a book about their relationship but as a sister or half sister I was filled with a peculiar kind of jealousy, I didn’t want them to break their bond I just wanted them to add me in their group.  I just wanted to be a part of the family.

Sam and I entered the motel room after a long day of school. We dropped our backpacks on the ground and relished in the coolness. Dean walked in that very moment and smirked at our dehydrated condition. 

“You guys need to bathe. You are stinking up the place!”

Sam looked up at Dean with his perpetual bitch face. “Well you could have been a decent brother and come pick up us in your fancy car.”

Dean shook his head and said. “No can do brother. You need to learn that life is hard and I won’t always come to your rescue. Also I need my beauty sleep man or how else am I gonna woe the ladies?” Sam rolled his eyes at his big brother and laid his head back against the sofa. I just sat there watching my brothers bicker back and forth. It was quite amusing. 

Dean suddenly turned towards me and and in a monotonous tone spoke to me.”Y/N, Dad has told me to tell you that you need to do research for the next hunt. We have no idea what it is and Sam can’t do it because he has a test.”

I looked at him and sighed heavily. “Dean I actually kind of have a test too, Can Sam and I both do it? It will be faster and better.”

Sam just looked at me in an irritated fashion from the corner of his eye and suddenly got up to go to the bathroom. He shut the door with a loud bang.  

Dean just got up from his chair and stood over me. 

“Y/n, for the love of god. Can you please start pulling your weight around here. We don’t ask much of you. This test is really important for Sam and he hasn’t been sleeping well since the last hunt. You can at least do this much.”

Saying this Dean walked away from me. I sat alone in the room while the tears pricked my eyes and fell on my cheeks. I myself had gotten hurt on my shoulder from the last hunt and since we were low on money I had not been taking anything. It wasn’t fair. I just rubbed the tear stains from my eyes and picked up my backpack to go to the library to do research. 

Dean’s POV 

I sat in the motel room cleaning the guns. I glanced at the clock and realized that it was almost 9 and Y/N still had not returned. I looked at Sam who had fallen asleep while reading his book. I was still contemplating whether I should go to the library and check up on Y/n when I heard a knock at the door. I opened it to find my sister carrying a bunch of books in her hand. 

“It’s a werewolf.” She announced as she entered the room. She dropped all her stuff on the table and went straight to the bathroom. The sound woke up Sam who was now rubbing his eyes. 

“What’s with all the ruckus man?” He asked

I looked at him and replied. “Y/n just came back, she said its a werewolf.”

“Well can’t she keep it down, Dad is also sleeping here. Seriously man she has never cared for anybody.” He grumbled.

“I hear ya brother, We will go tonight to hunt this son of a bitch. I want it dead as as soon as possible.”

At that very moment Y/n came out of the washroom with a towel in her hand. Her movements looked tired and her eyes were bloodshot. 

“Y/n pack the bags, we will be going tonight for the hunt.” I told her nonchalantly.

She frowned and sadly looked at me. I kept her notes on the table and put my hands on my waist. “What you don’t want to go tonight for the hunt ? Causing you severe inconvenience is it ?”

She closed her eyes and said”I never said that, I just...Can you please pack the bags I am really tired and I really need to sleep.”

Sam scoffed from the sofa.”Y/n, you literally just went to the library and came back. Why are you even tired?”

“Because I was working my ass of unlike you. You were in fucking dreamland snoring away to glory.” 

Sam got up and suddenly grabbed her hand. “You will not talk to me like that! Do you understand me?!?!” 

I put a hand on Sam’s shoulder.” Sam calm down and let her go. She is just a little girl.”

“I am also your sister.” Y/n said in a timid and and broken voice and I swear my heart split right into two but before I could say anything Sam’s voice boomed loudly. “No sweetheart, get this misunderstanding out of your head. You are not our sister. You are our charity case. You are not our mother’s daughter.” 

I grabbed Sam by the shoulder and pulled him away from Y/n. “What the Hell Sam?!?”  I yelled at him. 

“Oh come on Dean, you yourself said that she never was and never will be our sister. I am tired of her. She doesn’t belong here. You said so yourself.” I took a deep breath and told Sam to go inside. I looked back at Y/n and saw that tears were making their way down her cheek. 

“Listen, Y/n I am sorry you had to hear that. I don’t know what is wrong with him? I think he is just stressed.

“Dean did you really say all that about me?”

I sighed and looked at her. “Listen, I don’t want to lie to you. I might have said that, but it was a long time ago.”

“Do you really not consider me your sister?”

“It’s not like that Y/n. It is different with you. I am really sorry that I hurt you. Saying this I walked back into the bedroom.

Y/n’s POV 

I stood their in the room and clutched my locket tightly in my hand. Why on earth did were they so mean to me? Why did they not love me? Was blood really that important to them? I tried to wipe my tears but  to no avail they just kept descending down my cheeks. I fell down on the floor and cried as much as I could. I grieved for the love I was never given in this household. I grieved for the family I was never a part of. 

End of Part 1 

To be continued.

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I Am Not Family

Characters- John Winchester,Sam Winchester,Dean Winchester, Sister Winchester

Warnings- Angst,Death,Swearing 

Y/N’s POV

The alarm clock rang with a shrill noise and in a classical conditioned way my hand automatically went  to smother the clock. I closed my eyes for 5 minutes more and then got out of bed with a groan. I was just in the process of getting my things when I heard Sam groan from the other bed. I walked over to his side and shook his leg.

“Dude, wake up! John wants us to be there in the car in 10.”

Sam opened his eyes as best as he could and nodded at me. I looked over at the bed where my eldest brother was snoring away to glory, with a mischievous smile I went to his side and jumped on him.

“Aaaaaahhhhh! Y/N!” Dean screamed at the top of his voice.

Sam was already on the floor, laughing his butt off. I looked at Dean innocently and said “Hey you told me to wake you up in any way possible since you don’t want your ass handed to you on platter by Dad.”

“And this was the best way possible!” Dean shouted.

“Yeah it is very effective, you are awake and your ass is still attached with the rest of your body. I think it is a win-win situation, what do you say Sam?”

“Oh I do agree, she saved you ass Dean. High-five!” Sam raised his hand to me and I high fived him with a loud noise.

Dean got out of bed and started grumbling in monotonous tone. “I hate both of you.” He picked up his bag and went to the bathroom to take his leisurely shower.

John chose that very moment to enter the room. Whenever he came in front of me I could feel the temperature drop in the room. It is not even this cold when we are hunting a ghost.

“What is going on in here?” His voice boomed across the small room and it sent shudders down my spine.

Sam took a deep breath and chose to confront the sergeant in front of him “We were just getting ready Sir.”

“It doesn't look that way to me and I am sure the culprit of this indiscipline is you girl.”

I shook my head and hid behind Sam in fear and embarrassment. But Sam seemed to be as confident as ever. “Dad, Dean is in the bathroom already, we will get ready in 5 minutes and come out, it won’t take a lot of time.”

“No, after Dean you go and get ready. Y/n will pack the car.”

“Dad let her fresh-”

“Its okay Sammy.” I interrupted him. “Its extremely cold as it is, I don’t really want to take a bath.” Saying this I picked up a few bags and walked out of the room. I wasn’t fully out of earshot so I eavesdropped on Sam and John’s conversation.

“Dad What the hel-”

“Sam enough! Drop this topic of conversation right this minute.”

“Why do you always treat her in such a ridiculous manner! She is your daughter for god sake!”

“She is not my daughter and she is not your sister!” John said with a ferocious tone and immediately tear pricked the sides of my eyes and threatened to fall down on my cheeks.

I refused to listen anymore and walked out into the parking lot where the Impala was parked. I had always known that I was not a Winchester since my biological family died at the hands of a pack of vampires. I was five at the time and John was investigating the case, he couldn’t protect my family but he took me in and raised me as his daughter. Dean and Sam have always treated me like their little sister and I have always looked up to them as my big brothers but I am not a Winchester and john doesn't give two hoots about me . I have no idea why has he kept me with him if he doesn't love me. He never did.

DEAN’S POV

There was a slight tension in the car. I could taste it . I looked in the backseat and saw my two siblings sleeping on their respective windows. I smiled at them fondly and remembered this morning’s shenanigans. Bloody idiots.

I saw Dad look at the backseat through the rear view mirror and suddenly he shouted”Y/N!”

This caused both Y/n and Sam to wake up simultaneously.

“Sir?” Y/n spoke in a timid and groggy voice.

“This is not a holiday that we are on. Stay awake and be alert. We have a hunt tonight.”

I looked at my father with sheer astonishment. Sam was sleeping right next to her and Dad had not said a word to him.Not to mention even I dozed off for a few hours.  

“Dad she has been battling a cold and has not been able to slee-”

“I don’t care Dean.” He Interrupted me. “She needs to grow up.”

I looked at her and saw her red rimmed glassy eyes and gave her a sympathetic smile. I also noticed Sam was looking at Dad with anger in his eyes. He then turned his attention towards y/n,reached out and held her small hand in his and kissed it.

After an hour we stopped for gas at the roadside. Y/n excused herself to go to the washroom. Dad started filing up baby while Sam and I went to the local mart to get a few items. I noticed Sam was still fuming.

“What’s wrong Sammy?”

Sam took a deep breathe before answering. “Okay but don’t freak out okay. I think the three of us should separate from dad for a while. For Y/n. He is treating her like crap and it’s really taking a toll on her.”

“Yeah I saw what happened in the car. He doesn’t treat her properly, but walking away from Dad is that a good idea?”

“Dean, in the morning he said that Y/n is not his daughter and she is not our sister.”

I looked at him with wide eyes and a jolt of anger suddenly rose in me. “He did what?!”

“I can’t even look at him Dean. This is too much. And this is too much for Y/N/N. Please let’s go somewhere for her sake.”

“I think you are right Sammy. I think its time we prioritize her.”

We walked back towards the car and resumed our earlier seats. I cannot believe that Dad would say something like that about someone who is so sweet. Its true Y/n has always been sarcastic but sweet. She is unbelievably loyal and I love her more than my own life. If she is hurt, I will make sure that the one who caused her this hurt gets demolished. She might not be blood but she is family and more importantly she is my little sister.The one who takes care of us and loves us with her inch she has got. I can’t let Dad beat her down.

Y/N’S POV

We reached the motel in the evening. All of us were exhausted but we somehow did research for another 2 hours. I even got to have a bath, a privilege I had been denied in the morning. We collected our facts and were ready for the hunt at night. I was still a little sick so I decided to bunk with Dean and close my eyes for a bit. I was still hurting over the words John had said earlier this morning but now was not the town for me throw myself a pity party.

I lied down next to dean and closed my eyes. I suddenly felt him shift as he lifted his arms and gathered me in it. I snuggled further into his chest and felt him kiss the top of my head.

Somehow and I still don’t know how I started crying in his chest. Hot tears burned my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. My breath hitched and I was full on sobbing in my brother’s chest. Dean looked down at me with concern but did not seem shocked.

“You heard what Dad said about you didn’t you?” he asked gently.

i nodded at him. Not able to trust my voice. He shoved my face is his chest and kissed my hair while stroking it gently,

“Y/N, I want you to listen to me very carefully. You are my little sister. You will always be my little sister. Me and Sam love you very much and I don’t even for a moment want you to think that you are not loved by us. You are family kiddo.”

I cried further in his chest while he stroked my back.

“And after the hunt is over. Men, you and Sasquatch are going on a holiday. Just the three of us.”

I looked up at him with pleasant surprised expression etched on my face. “Really?”

Dean smiled at me sadly and said”Yes really. We need a holiday. Now come on go to sleep we have a few vampires to kill.”

Thinking about our holiday I drifted to sleep.

GENERAL POV

The night was eerie quiet. The four Winchesters were ready with their machetes, ready to chop off the heads of any fanged thing they saw. Each of them had taken their stance as was decided prior to the hunt.

“Ok everybody be very careful,these vampires are difficult to kill. Stay sharp stay focused. Dean you are with me. Sam and Y/n you will go the other direction. Y/n do not loose focus.” John ordered the three and the plan was set to unfold.

Sam and Y/n went their own way while John stayed with Dean. An hour had gone and Dean had not seen any vampire, John was also losing patience and was quite confused.  

“Dad where the hell are the bloodsuckers?”

“I honestly don’t know.” John replied

Suddenly a loud shriek came from the side Y/n and Sam had ventured into. Both the elder Winchesters ran to that side only to meet Sam and Y/n halfway. Sam’s arm was bleeding rapidly and Y/n had a slight head wound. Both of them were panting hard. Dean’s big brother mode came and he immediately went to check on his siblings. But john started the interrogation right away.

“What the hell happened and how did you get hurt so badly Sam?”

Dean was now checking Y/n’s head wound and was cradling her head in his hand.

“Dad the pack somehow knew where we were going to be, they were already waiting for us. They attacked straight away and we killed as many as we could. We barely got out of there.”

Suddenly he turned his attention towards Y/n. “What about you miss? Why on earth is my son bleeding like this while you are still intact?”

“DAD!” Both the sons screamed at their father in fury.

“Shut up both of you! You have mollycoddled her enough. Because of you my son could have died. You are really ungrateful and a ridiculous hunter. I cannot believe I took you in as my daughter.”

“OK dad that is enough!” shouted Sam. Y/n was full on crying now. She seemed to have glued her eyes to the ground.

“It’s because of her I am alive, she literally was a superhero out there. She killed 5 vamps alone and then dragged me out of there. Had it not been for her,I would have died.

Dean rose to his full height and looked at his dad straight in the eye“You have always treated her unfairly and I am fed up of this attitude of yours! She is my little sister and I swear I will hit you if you say a word against her.”

Y/n walked towards John and looked at him with teary eyes “Do I really mean that little to you?

John was contemplating on what to say. He knew he was harsh on her.

What happened next was totally unexpected out of nowhere a vampire jumped at John and another one jumped behind Sam and Dean. Y/n took out her machete and was ready to attack the vampire in front of her. After an intense fight when both the vampires had fallen dead. Y/n was still on the ground.

The machete that she had been holding during the fight the vamp had somehow stabbed her with it in the stomach.

DEAN’S POV

I saw my sister on the ground grasping for air. I knelt beside her and gently spoke to her.

“Y/n/n what’s wrong?”

Y/n smiled tightly at us and showed us the wound on her stomach.

“Oh god. Sweetheart look at me!”

Sam knelt down next to her on the other side and took off his flannel.

“Here Dean wrap her wound with this, it will stop the bleeding. Sweetie listen we need to get you to hospital. The three of us will carry you.”

Me and Sam were just about to pick her up, when she said in a timid voice.”Stop I am not going to make it.”

Tears which were pricking my eyes rolled down my cheeks and I saw my own grief mirrored on Sam’s face. “Don’t you dare say that. You are a Winchester. You will survive.”

I noticed that Dad was frozen behind us but I couldn’t care less.

She put her hand on my cheek and wiped a few of my tears. “I love you both very much. Thank you for keeping me. I was really luck to have you two as my elder brothers.

And then I broke down right there. Sam was sobbing too while holding’s Y/n’s upper body.

“Sweetheart,you can’t go yet. Who will wake me up in the morning? Who will nerd out with Sam over books. You know I can’t listen to him talk about books and we have to go on our holiday. You can’t leave us. I love you too much. We have so much to do!” and I sobbed my heart out

Y/n smiled at us and with a shaky breath she asked me to lean forward. I did as she asked and felt her lips peck my cheek and she did the same with Sam. She looked at John and said “Thank you for keeping me, I know I am not family. But you still raised me.”

With this she closed her eyes. I felt my heart break right there. Just a few hours before we were planning our holiday and now she was dead in my little brother’s arms. My little brother who was cradling her body and whispering things to her while crying fully. He paid no attention to his arm as he cried his heart out. After all I lost my little sister and he lost his best friend.

I turned around to find John still frozen in the spot. I lounged at him and punched him in the face. “It was because of you Dad, it because of you she felt like she is not family. I hate you!”

I then turned around and sat next to my little brother with my little sister who was not here anymore. My sarcastic sweet sister had died and I had no idea how I was going to live.

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THE END

Supernatural 12x03 - Mary leaves

Sister fic 

Warnings - angst, swearing, fluff

Characters- Mary Winchester,Dean Winchester,Sam Winchester, Sister Winchester 

DEAN’S POV

“i just need a little time.” Her voice rang sharp in the bunker and left us all stunned. Mom wanted to leave us. Mom wanted to leave me. I felt Y/n hitched her breath and tried to control a sob. She hid behind me like she was a little girl  again. Mom looked at me with wide eyes and came to comfort me but I couldn’t. I couldn’t let her touch me instead I looked back at the floor hoping for the ground to open up and swoop me in. She picked up Dad’s journal and walked towards Sam. 

“I love you.” She said “All of you.” 

She looked at Y/n and smiled which she returned half heatedly. She turned her back and walked out of the door. The noise which the door made was unbearable. It sounded like something me was abandoning me. It was the same sound I had heard numerous times when Dad left to go on a hunt Knowing very well that both my siblings would comfort me I walked back into my room.

 Y/N’S POV 

I watched as my eldest brother ran back to his room. I knew how he felt, he adored mom. She was a woman that he had always put on a pedestal and the pedestal was so high and so sacred that no one could match up to it. I looked back at Sam who was still staring at the door with which Mary had recently departed and suddenly the big sister mode in me kicked in and I walked towards my taller though younger brother and hugged him tightly from behind and as soon as I had hugged him a dam broke from within Sam and he started sobbing earnestly in my arms. I lowered him on the floor and let him sob out his broken heart.

“Why?” “Why on earth did she leave us?” he bawled

i shushed him gently and planted a kiss on his head.

“She just needs some time Sammy, that’s all.”

“Y/n/n, you and I both know that is bullshit! Why are we never enough for anybody?” saying that my younger brother started bawling again and all i could to comfort him was hold him tight and that’s what i did. 

After an hour or so of crying, he was so exhausted that he went to sleep right there. Knowing that I would not be able to move him without waking him up I gently moved out from under his head and went to fetch his blanket and pillow. I placed the pillow under his head and tucked the blanket around. When I stood up my twin was standing there with his red rimmed eyes. He sighed in an exhaustive fashion and went back to his room quietly.

I knew Dean. I knew his emotions and his facial expressions. I knew everything about him. I was his twin. it was both of our jobs to look after Sammy. I dabbed his knee after a hunt and he dabbed my head. So I knew not approach him but the concern part in me just wouldn’t give up. So I went up to his room and entered without knocking. Dean was sitting on the ground with silent tears rolling down his face. 

“You know you are exactly like Mom.” he said in a hoarse voice. “But the only difference is that you take care.”  

“Dean..” I stared but he interrupted loudly.

“No Y/n/n! Just No! I am sick and tired of people who are supposed to act like our bloody parents but have just given up on the job. First it was Dad and now it’s Mom. And i am tired of making excuses for them. I am tired of not only their lies but I am tired of lying to myself. I am just tired.”  With that he banged his hand on the floor and his head at the edge of the bed. 

DEAN’S POV

After breaking down in front of my sister I wiped away my tears angrily. I watched as she walked and sat down next to me. I expected her to again reassure me that things weren’t the way I was perceiving them but she just picked up my hand kissed the back of it. I looked at her and saw that she was on the verge of breaking down. Y/n NEVER breaks down but now I was seeing it before my eyes as she put her hand on her mouth and as her breath hitched. She put her head on my shoulder and started crying quietly. 

The feeling I experienced is what people call “heart break”. I was angry at seeing my little sister in pain. I was angry at my mom because she had caused this pain. She had put the burden on my shoulders as well as hers and now I could see she was tired too. 

“Why don’t they love us?” she asked quietly.

And there it was, the question each of us were looking an answer to. So I closed my eyes kissed her forehead deeply. I loved her and my brother so much and I was tired of the world for hurting us.

“Hey Kiddo.” I said gently 

“Don’t cry. We will get past this as we have each other. The three of us are a team and I am so proud of you for looking out for us. But sometimes you need to take care of yourself too. So come on now you and I are bunking together.”

I helped her get in my bed and wiped away her tears with my thumb. I climbed on the other side and pulled her closer. I started stroking her gently so she would calm down. I could still see that she was crying. She suddenly turned and around and kissed me on the cheek. 

“I love you Dean. You are the best brother ever”

At that my eyes pricked with tears. The happy ones and I kissed her head. 

“I love you too kiddo. You are the sweetest twin ever” She smiled at that and turned away to face her side. 

“Come on now sleep! We have to pull a prank at  6′4 monster who is sleeping on the floor tonight before he wakes up in the morning. “

She chuckled at that and closed her eye. 

We will be fine as long as we have each other.

THE END !!

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Fare thee well Supernatural

The time has come to turn to the last page of the book. To say goodbye to not only a show but a beautiful world. A world which taught us that people can make mistakes but that doesn't define them, a world which is an epitome of sibling bonds and world who taught us the concept that family doesn't end with blood.

Thank you supernatural! For becoming such a huge part of our lives for being their for us when we truly felt alone. For giving us a family and for always having our back. The uniqueness that each character represented, the bond that the characters shared and the beautiful beacon of light this show has become for so many of us. For 15 years of heartbreak, family, love and brothers. We thank you immensely.

There aren't enough words in the world which will ever combine what this show means to me so here is me trying to do justice to it.

The family and the bonds we have made will continue. The times when life had taken the turn for the worse this show was there for us. I started this show when I was 12 years old and now as a 20 year old this show will take it's last breath.

Thank you supernatural. Goodbye.

P. S. Supernatural will always be the 'jerk' to my 'bitch'

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The Bonds In This Life

Characters - Dean Winchester, John Winchester, Sam Winchester, Sister Reader

Warnings - fluff, angst, swearing

Y/n- 14

Dean- 21

Sam- 17

Your POV

As soon as the last bell rang for the day I grabbed my backup and quite literally sprinted out of the school building. I skipped most of the steps and ran towards Sam who was adjusting his backup on his shoulder.

"Sammy!" I yelled at the top of my voice.

At this he turned around and smiled widely. He raised his hand a little and I high fived him as soon as I reached him.

"Hey little idiot! How was school?"

I looked up at him, impressed with the small insult he had just given to me.

"Wow your power of insulting is improving, a few more lessons and I will turn you from Nerdy Sam to Sassy Sam."

Sam looked at me with an unamused expression etched on his face but it quickly broke into a smile and transformed later to a chuckle.

"You are crazy! What can we do to stop this madness from killing us?"

"Nothing big brother, it surely sucks to be you."

Sam shook his head in both amusement and irritation and grabbed my hand as we walked back to the our motel.

"So how was school? " Sam asked in a casual manner.

I looked up at him and gave him a tight smile. "Oh it was fine ; the usual boring and boring and also boring!"

"Y/n/n, I understand that at your age most kids find school boring but it is very important for you and believe it or not, you grasp concepts immediately and have always done well at school"

"I know Sammy, I will keep up the grades and also perform in co-curriculuer activities but I sometimes wonder why am I wasting my time doing this when I can be researching or improving my latin. I sometimes feel bad that I can't help you all on hunts because of some group project or class test. But you know another part of me feels a little happy when I get good grades and when I do my projects well."

Sam looked at me intensely and then he put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me to his side.

"There is nothing wrong with being happy about schoolwork and excelling at it and you don't have to feel guilty if you can't help once in a while, Dean, Dad and I are there and for the record you are the most sorted one out of all of us. You manage both hunting and school and keep the same comitmment to them, you also put up with a lot of crap from dad when he trains you and you also put up with Dean and I, and putting up with Dean is commendable."

That earned a laugh out of me. Dean. My eldest brother, my hero and my mentor. My brother raised me and sacrificed everything for Sam and I. My Dad on the other hand only ever scolded me and nothing else. I sometimes don't even like him.

So lost in my own thoughts I was that I did not even notice that we had reached our motel. We entered the room to find Dean on the floor with a huge cut on his forehead which was bleeding quite profusely and my Dad was standing over him with a broken bottle of liquor in his hand. It did not take a genius to find out what had happened.

"DEAN!" Both Sam and I screamed simultaneously.

Sam walked towards John in anger while I rushed to Dean and put his head on my lap.

"What the hell did you do to him?!" Sam bellwoed at Dad.

Dean craned his head from my lap and spoke in a defeated man's voice "Guys please go inside.This is between me and Dad."

"Have you lost your bloody mind Dean, I am not leaving you or Y/n a second alone with him."

"Son take your sister and go inside right this second." John spoke in a calm and terrifying voice which boomed across the room.

All three of us since infancy for me and childhood for Sam and Dean have been conditioned to follow an order without question. From the sound of his voice our limbs automatically move to the way he wants and trying to defy him has always ended in a beating.

"No." I spoke with a clarity in my head and firmness in my voice. "We will not move an inch from here till you tell us why did you hit my big brother?"

Dean's POV

My little sister's voice befuddled us all and I could have sworn that no man was not afraid of her. Her strength resonated from her voice and this made my dad's blood boil in anger.

He loomed over both me and my sister with the liquor bottle still clutched in his hand tightly.

"Did you just try to dictate and overule my orders young lady?"

I could feel my little sister trembling a little bit since my head was still in her lap and her soft hands were in my hair, gently running her fingers through it. I could also see Sam from the corner of my eye, his entire expression spoke volumes to me and I could see how scared my little siblings were.

So I got up from the floor with some difficulty and felt my sister help me up. I looked John straight in the eye and I kept Y/n behind me.

"Dad please let them go, they are just defending me. It was my fault. I am sorry, Sir"

Sam looked at my father and roared.

" WHAT THE HELL DID HE DO?!?"

I could feel my sister flinch behind me and I grabbed her hand to reassure her.

"HE LOST THE GODDAMN MONEY!" Dad shouted back.

"Your fool of a brother lost the money we needed ,to do god knows what!"

"That doesn't give you the right to hit him!" Sam yelled back, still defending me.

"Look at his forehead Dad! Look what you have done to him!"

"Sam please don't do this." I pleaded with him but he just turned a deaf ear to me.

"Wait a minute." my sister came out from behind me and looked my father straight in the eye with rage burning in them.

"You are talking about the money kept in that drawer right?" she pointed towards the old brown drawer with her finger.

"Dad I saw you take that money to go buy liquor for yourself."

I stared at my father in shock. "What the hell Dad!"

"Are you sure?" Sam enquired and she nodded her head in a positive manner. He then turned his head to look at dad and spoke with anger laced in his voice.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You are now lying and beating your children for a mistake that you committed!"

My father started at my sister and yelled.

" She is lying! Why would I do that? You are in so much trouble girl."

Y/n scoffed with tears in her eyes and spoke with a bold face.

"Dad please don't embarrass yourself anymore, we all know what has happened now and there is no point in arguing about it. Please just go. It is always better when it is the three of us because you have always just beaten us our whole lives. You are just my Dad for namesake. It is Dean you should be thanking for raising us. It is Dean who made the sacrifices not you, it is Dean who has earned the respect not you. It has always been my big brother and I will not hold back if you ever raise a hand on him. Just get lost.

What happened next was something I shall remember for the rest of my life. My Dad hit my sister's face with the same bottle he dad used to hit me and pushed her into the wall. She screamed in agony as her back hit the wall.

I could not hold my anger anymore, I pounced on my father and I saw Sam doing the same. We punched him multiple times.

"You son of a bitch! If you ever touch even a hair on my sister's head I will kill you with my bare hands." I thundered at him.

Both me and Sam then grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him out for the night.

We ran towards our little sister who was still on the floor. I picked her up and put her on the bed. I then removed her hair from her face and saw that a long scar was on her cheek. A gift from our father. I looked up at Sam and saw that his eyes were swimming with tears.

"It's okay Sammy. She will be okay there is no permanent damage." I told him softly.

He didn't even look at me , he just grabbed her hand and kissed her forehead deeply, softly talking to her.

I went to get the first aid so that I can clean her wounds and then mine but when I got back I saw that Y/n had just opened her eyes and was quite disoriented.

I rushed beside her and grabbed her hand. "Hey baby girl, How are you feeling?"

She looked at me and smiled and then touched my wound on my head with her fingers. I grabbed her this hand as well and kissed her fingers deeply.

"Guys" we both looked at Sam when he spoke and cleared his throat. "There is not a lot of bandage left, I will just go to the store to get some."

We both nodded at him. He kissed Y/n's forehead and grabbed his jacket to go get the bandage. I know when Sammy wanted to break down and this is why he left, to go get some peace of mind and to heave his heart out.

I looked back at my sister and started cleaning her wound.

"Dean" she spoke in a soft voice

"Where is Dad?"

I clenched my jaw and looked at her sternly. "He will not come back tonight."

She nodded. "I didn't mean to make him this mad."

"What?!" I almost yelled at her. But when I looked I saw that she was crying with tears dripping down her cheeks and her throat was hitching due to the aggressive waterworks.

"Oh Y/n/n, come here." I brought her in my arms and rubbed my hands up and down her back in a soothing manner. She cried more when her face was resting on my shoulder and I understood why she needed to do that. When she calmed down a bit , I pulled back a little and rubbed the tears tracks from her face.

"Now I want you to listen to me okay?" I told her sternly.

"What dad did was wrong. He did something which is unimaginable he hit you with a bottle of glass and even pushed you. He did something to you for a mistake you did not commit. So it is not your fault. He is an asshole and you are an amazing human being. You deserve everything and we can't even give you the basic things. So forget that it was your fault,it is not. Also I promise you that this is the first and the last time Dad will ever hit you like this. He won't touch you I won't let him. Okay?"

She nodded at me and smiled through her Tears. She then pulled me into a hug and whispered in my chest. "Thank you for being my big brother Dean. I love you a lot."

At this my heart just melted and I hugged her tighter and kissed her sacred cheek and forehead multiple times. "I love you too little idiot."

She laughed at her nickname and pressed herself into my chest.

Normal POV

When Sam returned he saw Y/n sleeping in Dean's arms and Dean was just smiling and wiping his tears.

The end

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The Accident Part 3

Hello everybody!! Extremely sorry for this part coming out this late. The thing is my college life started as well as tge hostel one and things have been hectic. I shifted cities and then well it has been exciting. I am now on my Diwali break so I thought I might as well write this part. I hope you like it.

Characters- Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Warnings- fluff and angst

I woke up to see the light blue sky staring back at me.The lush green grass was swaying with the wind, following its directions as much as it could. I stood up and looked around to see a huge tree in the middle of this plain land. It leaves were so huge that they formed a canopy for the one standing underneath it. And somehow when I looked at the tree I could feel a sense of familiarity wash over me. Before I could even conjure up another thought, a girl of no more than 5 ran past me and went towards the tree. Now that i was looking at it intently I realized that a figure was standing underneath it. It was man about 6 foot tall with broad shoulders and a leather jacket. He was standing there with his arms crossed across his chest but the moment he saw the girl his arms opened wide and the little girl jumped into them. He stepped a little further and when I saw his face I immediately recognized him. He was my big brother, my mentor, my hero. He was Dean.

Sam’s POV

When I left Dean with Y/N in the room, I was barely holding it together. A part of me was angry at the driver for hitting her and the other part was also angry at Dean. I tried to keep that part as submissive as possible because Dean did not need this right now. He was already blaming himself and if I even said one word against him, he will spiral down the guilt hole and I could not stand that. So I went to the washroom to freshen up but when I looked at my hands, I saw my little sister’s dried blood and the bile instantly rose in my throat. I hunched over the toilet to throw my insides out. When I came out Dean was standing there with a solemn experssion on his face.

“I am okay.” I assured him.

And before he could even say another word I left the washroom and went to sit next to my baby sister. I took her hand in mine and stroked it gently.

“Hey Y/N/N, it is really boring without you here, I really need you to wake up quickly and help me annoy Dean. I promise I will let you sit in the front seat of the car , I will lend you my flannels and won’t complain about them being lost, I will let you watch your show all the time and I will always eat ice creams with you late at night. Just baby, wake up please wake up and I will do anything on this planet you want.”

I had not realized that the tears had made it down my cheeks and were constantly moving. I suddenly felt a strong grip on my shoulder and I didn’t need to look up to know it was Dean.

“I am sorry Sammy. I am sorry, I did this to the most precious thing in our lives. I am sorry.”

I did not say anything but just looked up at my big brother and hugged him tightly, hoping that my little sister wakes up.

Y/N’s POV

I remember this day. i remember that Sammy had gone somewhere and it was just me and Dean. I had just felt so happy being here that I ran up to dean to tell him that i love him more than anything in this world. I remember how he smiled and kissed me on my forehead and said that he loved me too. I remember that I spent the rest of the afternoon in his arms, just looking at the place and feeling happy and now I was a burden to him.

I missed both my brothers so much but I didn’t want to leave this place. I was not even sure whether Dean loves me or not. But I had to figure it out, I had to know the truth no matter how much it hurts me. I had promised myself that I will not give up on life easily no matter what the circumstances, so I want to go back to my brothers. Thinking about this I closed mud eyes and fell into deep sleep suddenly.

Dean’s POV

I was holding my sister’s hand, and speaking softly to her. Sam had dozed off in the other chair and was snoring softly. I smiled at him and turned my attention back to y/n. I stroked her hair and dmiled at her. Suddenly I felt her finger twitch and so did her facial experssion. I got up and squeezed her hand tightly.

“Y/n, can you hear me baby?” All I got was a whine in response.

“Sam, she is waking up, go get up and get a doctor.”

“I am on it.”

Her eyes then opened and she stared at me, I looked back at her the same coloured eyes and smiled.

“Hey sweetheart” I said

She suddenly started to panic due to the ventilator which was jammed down her throat. So I got up and held her down soothingly.

“Hey sweetheart shh shhh shh , it is okay, it is okay baby. It is the ventilator, it is helping you breathe. Shhhh calm down.”

I stroked her face and watched as the tears welled up in her eyes. My heart stung a bit at seeing my sister in this condition, to be honest I wanted to cry as well but I couldn’t. Not now, while she was this vulnerable.

I looked behind and saw that Sam had arrived with the doctor. The doctor saw that my sister struggling and the three of us helped her remove the ventilator. She was so exhausted after the ordeal that she immediately fell asleep. So I tucked the blanket around her a little more tightly and kissed her on the forehead.

Y/n’s POV

When I opened my eyes this time, I could see the white pale walls around me. My body was sore and in pain but it was bearable. I felt pressure on my right hand and saw that Dean had grabbed it and was sleeping in an uncomfortable position.

“Hey you are finally awake.” I heard my Sam’s voice and turned my head around to see him standing with two cups of what was most probably coffee. He kept the cups at the side table and sat on the chair which was kept next to my bed.

He grabbed my other hand and kissed it sweetly.

“I missed you girlie. I am so glad that you are okay.”

I smiled back at him and squeezed his hand.

“How are you feeling?”

“A bit sore but nothing I cannot handle. How are you two?”

Sam laughed slightly and pushed the hair out of my eyes.

“ We aren’t the ones who are in the hospital bed idiot”

I chuckled and then looked at dean who was snoring softly.

“He hasn’t left your side since you have been here.” Sam said.

“Is he mad at me?” I asked in a shaky voice

“ What? No! Listen he is not mad at you at all! On the contrary he thinks you are mad at him, he really did not mean a thing he said.”

“He didn’t ?”

“No y/n/n, he loves more than anything and it is killing him that you are in this condition. He blames himself you know.”

“I don’t blame him, it is not his fault that the driver hit me” I suddenly heard Dean wake uo from his nap. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and looked around and then a huge smile came up on his face.

“Y/N, you are awake!”

I laughed nervously and nodded. Sam also smiled and got up saying that he needed to go to the washroom.

I rolled my eyes at his attempt of leaving us alone.

“Hey baby, how are you feeling?” he asked.

“I am okay, just a little sore.”

“Want me to call the nurse for you?” I shook my head and said no.

He squeezed my hand and looked at me with guilt in his eyes. “ Y/n, I am really sorry for the way I yelled at you. I should not have done that, I mean you did not deserve that and I am just so so so sorry.”

“Am I really a Burden?” I asked timidly with tears on the brink of falling down. That got my brother’s attention. He got up from the chair and sat on the bed, he then pulled me in his arms and started stroking my hair soothingly.

“ Sweetheart listen to me, you have never ever been a burden to me on the contrary you have been a blessing. I got angry because I got scared and that is no excuse but when I get scared, I just tend to shout at people. Anyway my point is You are not a burden, you are my baby sister and I love you very very very much. I am so sorry for what I did you, i am so sorry. Please forgive me.”

At this point tears were streamibg down both our faces, so I gestured with my finger for him to come closer. He bent his head down a little and I kissed him softly on tbe cheek and whispered “I love you too big brother”

At this my brother smiled and kissed me on cheek, the forehead multiple times and pulled me closer against him if it was possible.

When Sam came in the room he smiled and laughed at the way we were behaving and then hugged me tight.

“Okay young lady, now the next few weeks you will only and only do rest. Got it” Dean commanded

And I smiled back at him nodding. As long as I have my big brothers next to me. Nothing can hurt me.

The accident is complete !

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Accident Part 2

Characters - Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader Warning - Swearing, angst, talk of injuries

Dean’s POV

I remember it. I remember it all. I remember waiting for the ambulance, I remember feeling my little sister’s blood seeping in clothes and making them damp, I remember crying uncontrollably when she was on the stretcher, I remember my knees hitting the floor when they wheeled her away in the operating room, I remember looking at my little brother"s face and seeing the broken expression haunt his eyes and the person responsible for all this pain was me.

“Why did I yell at her? ” I asked myself in an emotionless voice but I knew that Sam was listening. We were sitting here for almost an hour and no one had given us any updates on our little sister. Both of us had dried blood on our clothes and hands. The blood which belonged to my little sister and the reason why it was there was because of me.

“He was a drunk driver.” Sam suddenly stated in a tone which was very similar to my own. He had completely ignored my question and was stating things, maybe to himself.

“What did you just say? ” I asked my younger brother, the calmness in my tone was slowly being replaced by anger.

“He was drunk driver. He was drunk and driving and he had the bloody nerve to hit my little sister! ”

At this point I knew. I knew that I had to remain calm, that I had to soothe my younger brother, because it wasn’t just my little sister who was in there fighting for her life it, it was Sam’s too. Sam must be feeling the same emotions that I was feeling and I had not even paid attention to him because I was so wrapped up in my own world that I had failed to see how my best friend was coping.

I saw that Sam’s shoulders had started to shake so I did the only thing I knew which would comfort him and me. I put my arm around his shoulders and made his head rest against my shoulder and then we both cried our hearts out for the little sister we loved and cherished.

Sam’s POV

I knew it. I knew what my brother was feeling, I knew how much guilt he was carrying in his heart, I knew that he didn’t mean what he said and I knew that my little sister was hurt, not only physically but emotionally as well.

My little sister has a good heart. I can see how much she cares about me and Dean. I see her. I see how she looks at me and Dean with adoration in her eyes, I know she consider us to be some sort of superheros, I also know how unbelievably caring she can be.

She does our laundry for us so that Dean and I can have clean clothes, she soothes us everytime one of us is upset from nightmare or a hunt, she covers us with a blanket when sees me and Dean are resting without one, she fixes all our wounds, she takes care of us when we are sick, she runs her hand through our hair in a gesture of comfort and most importantly she is so loyal to us that one just feels like putting her in your arms and never letting her go. I love her. God I love her so much and I can’t loose her. She is everything to me and Dean.

Dean’s POV

Sam and I have been sitting silently for almost 2 hours and now our patience is wearing, I was just about to get to ask about my sister. When a lady came holding a white clipboard to her chest.

“Y/N Winchester’s family? ” she asked in a polite tone.

Sam and I got up in a simultaneous manner.

“Yes that is us, how is our sister? ” I enquired

“Perhaps you would like to come in my office.. ”

“No doc, here is just fine.”

“Very well then, your sister had a broken leg, a grievously sprained arm, bruises on multiple parts of her body as well as some broken ribs.”

Both our breaths hitched when he heard how gravely injured she was.

“ But don’t worry, everything will be okay. She is a brave girl and she came right through, right now we have her on ventilator but that is just a precaution don’t worry all she needs is plenty of rest and she will be right as rain”

I heaved a sigh of relief and asked in a weak tone.

“Can we see her? ”

“Yes ofcourse, just follow me”

We followed the doctor to the room my little sister was situated in. I couldn’t wait to see her, apologise to her and help her through this.

When we entered the room, me and Sam took in the sight of our little sister and just stopped right there. We couldn’t believe what we were seeing, our sister’s entire body looked weak. Her face had some bruising on it, her leg was in a cast and so was her left arm but the thing which scared me and Sam the most was the ventilator which was jammed down her throat.

“I know that this sight can be very uncomfortable, please down right here and have some water.” the doctor chimed in.

“When will she wake up Doctor? ” Sam asked her in a hesitant tone.

“She should wake up in an hour or so, I will give you some privacy now. ”

As soon as she left, me and Sam went on either side of her bed and grasped her small hands. She looked so fragile in that state that all I wanted to do was hold her and never let her go. I caressed her soft hair with my hand and then kissed her forehead deeply.

“Hey baby girl, I don’t know if you can hear me but you should know that me and Sam are right here and we are not going anywhere. Just quickly wake up so I can apologise for hurting you.”

“She will forgive man. ” I looked at Sam as he spoke this with sincerity in his voice.

“She will forgive you. I mean you are her hero. She loves you. ”

“I am that hero who called one of greatest things in my life a burden and I don’t even know why I did it. ”

“You were angry, you didn’t mean it. She will understand that. Trust me. ”

Saying this Sam walked out of the room. I turned my attention back at my little sister and stared at her face.

“Sweetheart, I know I am making a complete idiot out of myself by saying this but I want you to know okay. I want you to know that you are the most beautiful, caring and thoughtful girl I could have as a sister. You are not burden. You are my little sister and I love you so so so so much and I am so so sorry for making you cry, for making feel so bad. I am just so sorry, just please wake up so I can apologise to you, please sweetie just please wake up. I love you kiddo. Please just wake up and listen to me.”

I sobbed my heart out and gathered her beautiful hand tightly in mine and laid my head against her arm and waited for her to wake up.

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The Accident

Hi everybody!! So this is not at all good but I really wanted to write something like this

Characters-Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Sister Reader

Warnings- Swearing, angst,

You walked slowly behind your brothers as they opened the motel door, you had just come back from a guresome hunt, there was supposed to be only one wendigo but it turned out there were three so in short things didn’t go according to plan and all you had to do a lot of things in an impromptu way. The only problem was that one of the wendigo had dug it’s claws in your left leg and your right arm was coloured in red and black bruises, if one is being honest everything in your body was hurting. And this was the very reason why your elder brother Dean was pissed as hell.

As soon as you entered the room, Dean dropped his duffel bag on the ground and turned towards you. He looked at you with such anger and resentment in his eyes that if looks could kill you would not only be dead but Dean would personally drop you at the gates of heaven or hell.

“Sit”, he commanded in a gruff voice and you instantly went and sat at the edge of the bed. “Sam get the first aid so I can clean this up”.Sam immediately went to get the first aid without a word, everyone knew when Dean was angry all we have to do is back off.

“I need to clean your leg first ,sit further back on the bed so I can clean the leg”, so you shifted till you back was touching the headboard and your legs were carefully spawrled out in front of you.

Dean carefully rolled up your jeans while you pressed your lips together to stop from hissing in pain, Sam kept the first aid near Dean and sat beside you so he could hold your hand. You smiled faintly at Sam which he returned and sequezed your hand.

Dean first cleaned the cut and then he poured the alcohol on the wound, you let out a small cry of pain at which Sam gently soothed you. “Shhhh it’s okay y/n, it’s okay”

When Dean had finished his procedure, Sam got off the bed first so he could help you sit in a more comfortable position.

“Stop coddling her Sam”, Dean said in a harsh tone

“Dean she is hurt”, Sam tried to reason with your elder brother.

“I know, which brings me to a very intersesting question; what in the world were you thinking?”

The air in the room turned very still, and you nervously swallowed the harshness away in your throat. You hated when Dean got angry with you, you loved him more than anyone else in the world except Sam and you hated when you dissapointed him.

So you gathered your courage and very calmly spoke,“I know you are angry Dean but I didn’t mean to get hurt, everything happened so fast and all of us had to make the best of a bad or in this case really bad situation”

“Are you making excuses? Do you see me and Sam with such injuries?

You shook your head because you could not merely his eyes.

“That’s right we don’t have such injuries because we are smart, well trained hunters and not dumb like you, today you come to motel kipping on your leg, tomorrow me and Sam will be carrying your dead body here”

“Dean! What the hell are yo-”

“Sam, let me deal with this, you baby her too much when will she grow, when will she learn when will she start acting like a fucking mature adult?! ”

You bit your lips hard trying not let the tears which had filled your eyes drop on your cheek but unfortunately, no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t keep them inside and they spilled on your cheeks.

“Oh great, now she is crying”, Dean said while clapping his hands and mocking you in every way.

Sam was about to go to comfort her but Dean stopped him.

“Sam when will she learn? When will she start acting like a responsible adult ?

“That is the point Dean! She is barely fourteen she is not an adult!! ”

“Well she is not a kid either! She hast learn. When will she stop being a burden?! ”

And that was it for you, you ran out of the motel room and started running down the empty main road, you couldn’t believe it that the man who you had placed on the highest pedestal considered you a burden, you loved him so much and he didn’t even love you back.

“Y/N! STOP!” you heard Dean’s voice behind you but you didn’t stop.

“Y/n please, just listen” So you turned around and saw Dean a little farther away on the sidewalk, with Sam right behind him.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT?! ” you had just screamed that when suddenly out of nowhere a car came and collided again you and you only felt immense pain and then black.

Dean’s POV

My eyes widened when I saw the car hit my baby sister. None of us had seen it coming.

“Y/N !!!!” Me and Sam yelled together and ran to where our baby sister lay on the ground.

Anger boiled in me when I saw what condition she was in, for one second I thought that she was dead.

“Dean, she is breathing……. barely, Call the ambulance ” Sam said in a broken voice as he cradled my baby sister in his arm whispering words of comfort.

I quickly called the ambulance and gave them the details of the place, I checked on the driver of the car and saw that he was unconscious but had no physical injuries.

I went and knelt down next to Sam, so I could see my baby girl.

“ Sweetheart, don’t worry nothing will happen to you, I am right here okay so don’t be scared me and Sam we are not going anywhere”

“WHERE IS THE DAMM AMBULANCE!?!?!! ” I YELLED I turned my attention back to my sister, I grabbed her hands and peppered them with kisses and started mumbling “I am sorry, I am so so sorry, I love you” no then started sobbing hysterically and felt Sam’s hand rub my back up and down in comfort as we waited for the ambulance.

To be continued

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Was I a good Sister?

Characters - Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester

Warning - Swearing, angst, character death

“Y/n! SHOOT NOW” I heard my father voice yell at me so I took my aim at the werewolf heart and tried to fire but I then realised that my gun was jammed! “oh no” I whispered

I saw the werewolf advance towards my elder brother and it threw him across , I watched in shock when his body slammed into the tree, the werewolf turned towards me but my gun was still jammed, I tried to shoot him but it wasn’t working just when then I heard a loud bang from behind me and I saw the werewolf fall to the ground, I turned around and saw my other elder brother Sam.

My father suddenly appeared in my view and ran towards Dean, me and Sam followed him, we dropped on our knees around where Dean lay unconscious. I tried to caress his forehead to inspect the damage when my father shoved my hand away.

“Don’t you dare touch him! ”,he snarled.

He then looked at Dean and tried to find if he had any serious injury on him. I looked at Sam but he was too focused on Dean. I then felt my cheek burn severely and loud resounding slap could be heard across the forest. I realised then that my father had hit me and he had me so hard that I was lying on the ground. I definitely had a bruise now.

“Dad, what the hell was that!? ” I heard Sam shout but my dad just glared at him and then at me, he shook his head in anger dropped down so he could swing dean’s arm around his shoulder.

Sam who was staring at his father in shock and anger immediately pushed his feelings aside and grabbed the other arm. They carried Dean this to the impala with me trailing behind him.

“y/n/n, go sit in the backseat and then we will lay him down” I nodded slowly and did as Sam said, the entire time I could feel my dad’s eye on me.

The ride to the isolated cabin was extremely quiet, I kept caressing Dean’s forehead and his hair and I kept on whispering “ I am sorry, I am so sorry ” and the tears trailed down my face.

Sam’s POV

I heard my little sister sniffling in the backseat and comforting my elder brother while saying sorry. It literally broke my heart to see her so upset. All I wanted to do was hug her tightly and tell her everything was going to be okay but if I say something now I know my father will be even more furious, I still cannot believe that he had hit her.

We reach the cabin and take Dean inside, we inspect him and wonder if any serious injury has taken place but he was just knocked out , I look over at my little sister and see that she was standing at door with an expression of fear plastered over her face. I smile at her but she doesn’t smile back.

After tending to Dean my father walks out of the room but not before he take Y/n’s arm in vicious grip, I spare my brother one look and walk out of the door.

Y/n’s POv

“what the hell were you doing?! “I.. ” “You could have gotten your brother killed you irresponsible idiot, why can’t you do anything properly?! ” “Dad just listen to her” “You stay out of this Sam, it does not concern you, we could have lost Dean because of her, you are the reason that your brother is in there….. Hurt” “But dad.. ” “JUST SHUT UP! I can’t even bare to look at you, my son is hurt because of you, you are an ungrateful, irresponsible and disgusting sister and I can’t even call you my daughter ”

That was it. This sentence did it for me, I was in pain ,not the physical kind the other one the one where your heart feels heavy and it hurts, I looked at my father with tears in my eyes but I would not let them drop.

“what the hell is wrong with you dad, why can’t you just listen to her, who says that to their own child?!”

My dad didn’t answer my brother he just walked out the door, Sam then removed his attention from John and then kneeled down so he could be of my height, he kept both his hands on my shoulders and looked me straight in the eye.

“hey, listen to me sweetie don’t you dare even for a moment think that you are not a good sister, you are the most amazing, beautiful kind girl in the whole world and me and Dean love you so so so so much! ”

I looked him in the eye but I did not have the strength to reply so I just went back to the room where Dean was sleeping.

Sam’s POV

I watched my little sister walk back in the room, I was so shocked to hear my father say such horrible things to a 13 year old girl. I went in the room and saw that she was covering Dean up with a blanket she then sat at the edge of the pushed his hair back and kissed him on the forehead.

My heart melted right there, how could my father say such horrible things to someone as sweet as her, I just couldn’t resist so I walked up behind her and put my arms around,she turn around and put her arms around my waist and her face towards me, I hugged her for a while but then I felt her shoulders shake I looked down and saw that she was sobbing her little heart out so I kneeled down again so I could be of her level and then hugged her tightly.

“I am sorry, I am so sorry”, she said this while hiccuping in between her sobs.

“I can’t lose you or Dean, I love you too much, I am sorry ” I knew I couldn’t say anything to comfort her so I picked her up and carried to my bed, we are used to sharing beds so I lay her down and I lay down beside her I put my arm around her and gently stroke her back soon she is fast asleep.

Y/n’s POV I wake up the next morning to see that my Sam was sleeping beside me softly snoring , I looked on the other side and saw that Dean was also sleeping, so I got up and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. When I came back I saw that Dean was starting to wake up.

“Hey Dean, can you wake up? ”, he groaned but slowly opened his eyes “hey, how are you feeling? ” “Ummm…. Extremely sore” “well you were thrown into a tree so that is to be expected I guess”

“Wait, what the hell happened? Are you okay? ”

“Yea bro, Everyone is good, you were the only one who was hurt”

I grabbed his medicine from the side table and then got him a glass of water.

“Here you go” “Thanks sweetheart, you know you always take such good care of us”

My smile wavered a bit as I remembered last night’s events but I didn’t let the sadness or the immense guilt I was feeling come to my face. I then took both his hands pulled him in a sitting position.

“you can use the shower and have a good long bath” “Thanks sweetie ” he said looking at me but then his smile turned into a frown and his hand went to touch my cheek. “Did the werewolf get you or something? ” “No why? ” “You have bruise on your face” I immediately felt extremely tense but then I just brushed it off and then walked to the living room. I saw John sitting over there with a pen and newspaper he looked towards me and said “We are going on a hunt tonight.” “What? What about Dean” “Your will brother will not go obviously ” “Dean is not going to agree to that ” “Just be ready, there were not ONE but TWO werewolf but because of you we could not kill it last night so I suggest do as I ask”.

Later that night. Dean had thrown a bitch fit and was here saying he was fine and will not be left at home. I had persuaded Sam to not tell Dean anything now, but we could do it after the hunt. I had rechecked my guns atleast 10 times to make sure it wasn’t jammed.

We walked through the jungle looking for the wolf, but it had seemed like hours had passes but we still had no clue where it was.

I still don’t know how I saw but I did, the werewolf was standing behind Dean, it had raised its claw to strike at my brother but I pushed my brother put of the way and felt it claws go deep in my stomach.

Dean’s PoV

I saw in astonishment as my little sister pushed me out of the way and the werewolf impaled her in stomach. I raised my gun and shot him straight in the heart, the werewolf fell down with a thud.

I looked down at my little sister who was bleeding from the stomach profusely, I picked her up and put her head in my lap, I then felt Sam and Dad running towards us.

“De it hurts a lot ” she cried “Shhhh sweetheart, don’t worry everything is going to be okay you are going to live and we are going to talk about cutting Sammy’s hair in sleep and well pranking people and making them annoyed”

My sister shook her head and coughed and I saw the blood trickle out of her mouth so I wiped it away with my thumb “ I am not going to make it, I know it” she croaked “No y/n/n don’t you dare say that ”, Sam said in a crying voice “ you our baby sister we need to here, I love you so much” “You heard Sam sweetheart, you can’t go we need you here:

But she ignored us and then asked in a croaked voice “Was I a good sister? ” And then both me and Sam just broke, both of us had tears running down our check so we each grabbed her hand I said

“oh yes sweetie, you are amazing sister and I love you so so so much” I then looked at my dad who was standing with an emotionless expression. Y/n looked at all of us “ I love you. ALL OF you I am going to miss you and I am glad I saved you dean”

Saying this my baby sister took her last breaths and then her head just fell sideways, he beautiful eyes were now not looking at anything. So I put an arm around Sam and pulled him close and cradled my baby sister in my other arm. Oh god I will never see her smile, never kiss her while she was sleeping, never see her taking care of us, never take care of her she is just gone.

My father then came next to us and said “I am sorry baby girl please come back”

And at that time all we wanted was our little baby sister to come back but I knew she wouldn’t listen because she can’t, thinking about this we cried and screamed at the sky above us.

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Brother, you deserve the world

Characters- Dean Winchester, John Winchester, Sam Winchester (mentioned), Sister reader Warning - Swearing, angst, fluff etc.

I kept my shotgun, knife and other weapons in my bag and zipped it tightly, I looked over at my father and saw that he was staring at his notebook with deep concentration, his dark busy eyebrows were pressed together and his fingers were crossed over his lips. I have noticed on countless times that my father acquires this pose when he is in deep predicament.

“Do you need some help, Dad?”, I asked him cautiously as he sometimes gets mad when I disturb him or ask questions.

My dad looked up at me and shook his head,“No y/n/n, I was just going throw some notes of mine” he then closed his journal and walked towards his bag to keep it for safe keeping.

He then turned towards me and asked in gruff voice “Everything ready for the hunt? ” I nodded firmly and then sat on the edge of the bed to wait for my elder brother Dean.

“Your brother should be back by now, why is it taking him so long?”

“Maybe he went to a shop which sells brains” My father looked at me with an angry expression on his face.

“Y/n, listen this non serious attitude, joking about every little thing will not work. You are a hunter, you are supposed to be serious, mature, not have this childish, ridiculous attitude. Grow up y/n” I felt the tears burn in my eyes but I could not let them drop, knowing that this will give my father another opportunity to critize me. I nodded my head in obedience and whispered in a cracked voice, “Yes Sir” My brother chose to show at that very moment, and with the way his grin dropped I knew he could pick up the tension in the room. “Dean, you are back”, my father stated. “Yeah, I am sorry I am late sir, the were not allowing us to take the vehicle out of the parking lot for some reason so I had to wait” “Never mind, your sister has packed and hopefully kept all the weapons in the bag, so let’s not delay any longer and just kill this damn thing” “Yes sir” my brother and I responded in perfect sync. “I just need to use the washroom sir, I will be come out in a second” My father nodded at Dean and extended his hand to take the car keys from him, he then walked out the front door of the motel. I was close behind him but my brother grabbed my wrist and turned my body so I could face him. “What the hell happened? ” “Nothing Dean” “Really because I can see that you were crying and not too mention like really quite” “Dean, you came in like 5 minutes ago, what the hell do you want me to say!?!” “Did he say something to you? ” “No! ” But the way I had replied,the quickness in the answer and my green eyes shifting from his identical ones was all the proof Dean ever needed. “Sweetheart, just because Sam is not here doesn’t mean you hide things from me, I can help you but just tell me what the bloody hell happened” I sighed heavily and said, “We are getting late, Dad will be mad at us”. So I picked my bag and swung it over my shoulder and walked out of the door. Dean’s POV I know that something has happened, I know dad must have said something, lately he has been too hard on her. The entire car ride had this tense environment and my little sister was sitting too quietly. She was hurt and I hated that she was feeling such emotions this also made me extremely angry at my father. I hate it when he hurts her, I hate seeing her hurt. She is my entire life, I love her. How dare my father hurts her but I know that I can’t say a word against him so I keep my mouth shut. “okay, listen to me werewolf is somewhere here, keep a look out and be very attentive, I don’t want mistakes, Dean it is your job to protect her ” my father instructed this and started to walk on the other side of the deep words. Y/n and I walked around, my mind kept wandering back to my sister who was hurting inside and my blood seemed to boil every minute when I tried to imagine what he would have told her. So lost in my thoughts I was that I didn’t notice the werewolf which was trying to attack me. “Dean watch out!!!! ” I heard y/n yell but the werewolf was too fast and I could not shoot it in the heart, but then I also felt a sever shove which was given to me by my sibling and had me falling to the ground. I looked up and saw that my baby sister had pushed me out of the way and had put herself in harm’s way. The werewolf got more pissed when y/n tried to shoot it but couldn’t, I saw with bewilderment when the monster slashed my little sister’s arm and threw her in the tree. “Y/N!!!” I screamed and picked up my gun to shoot it, but as soon as I picked up my gun, the werewolf was shot in the heart and fell down on the ground dead. I turned back around and saw my father with a furious glare on his face, I didn’t care much about it as I rushed to my little injured sister. I reached her and saw that her head was bleeding slightly but it was the arm which worried me because it had so many deep cuts which were bleeding profusely. I carefully put her head on my lap and carded my fingers through her hair. “Dean, my arm hurts a lot ” she sobbed and my heart clenched at the sight of her in pain but I had to be strong. For her. “Shhhh sweetheart, don’t worry we will get that arm fixed and everything will okay. Aren’t you brave little girl, I promise nothing will happen to you. Shhhh don’t cry” She tried to but she could not stop crying. So I picked her up gently at which cried a little but I soothed her. I turned towards my father who still wore the furious expression on his face. When we got home, dad fixed up her arm and gave her some medicine for the pain. I couldn’t help but feel guilty, had I been paying attention this would not have happened. My little sister got hurt because of me. “How did this happen?” an angry voice which belonged to my father interrogated me, I glanced at my little sister who was propped on the bed with a scared expression on her face. “I wasn’t paying attention sir, I am sorry” I answered in my obedient voice. “Sorry will not fix your sister’s arm boy, look what happened because of you, she could have died, you irresponsible, ridiculous boy. Had I not come in time both of you could be Dead. This is outrageous, you have one simple job Dean Winchester watch out for your sister, and you can’t even do that. Today you are not only a bad son but a cowardly brother” The whole room was silent after my father’s cruel words, I felt weak and pathetic and yes a cowardly brother too. “You son of a bitch” I heard a female voice which belonged to sister, she was off the bed and was facing my father in that moment I can say she looked fearless. “What did you say young lady? ” “I said you son of a butch. How dare you speak to my brother like that, how dare you call him a coward. You have no right or authority to say that to him” “ I am your father, I have every right” “You called my big brother, my hero, the man who raised me since he was 8 years old a coward. He is anything but a coward, he made a small mistake tonight but that doesn’t mean it’s the end of the world, he is human please let him be one, and I think the only coward in this room is you and no one else” What happened next was absolutely unbelievable, my father raised his hand and hit my baby sister so hard that she fell the ground. “DAD!! ” I yelled at him and grabbed him by the collar. “You can do whatever you want with me, but if you raise a hand at her, I will not be responsible for my actions now get out! ” My father took his bag and went outside, I looked at my sister who was still on the ground sobbing her heart out. I picked her up and carried her to the bed. “Shhhh baby, it’s okay, don’t cry it’s okay ” my little sister looked up with tears in her eyes which were spilling on her cheeks. I ran my hand down her back to comfort her. “ I am sorry, I am so sorry, I couldn’t control it, he was attacking you and I could not help it De. You are not coward Dean, you are a hero, you deserve the world and what he said was horrible” at this she started to cry more. I sat on the bad and put her in my lap, so her head was against my chest, I started rocking her to soothe her. When she called me her hero and told me that I deserved the world, I felt loved . My baby sister was protecting me so I kissed her head softly and spoke to her. “ listen baby, thank you for standing up to dad for me you know no one has done that for me, but don’t put yourself in harms way, I physically can’t see you get hurt, you are my little baby sister and I love you and want to protect you, so next time just sit quietly don’t worry about a thing,okay” “ But you are my big brother and I can’t stand by and watch while the world hurts you, I am sorry but I can’t, I will protect you from everyone who tries to hurt, sorry you just have to live with that fact” I looked down at my little sister with tears glistening in my eyes she smiled at me and brushed those tears which managed to make it down my cheeks. I took her hand in mine and kissed it I then kissed her forehead and saw that her eyes were fluttering that means she was getting sleepy so I rocked her until she feel asleep and then put the blanket around us keeping her arm secure, we were both fast asleep, with my baby sister snuggled into my side. @winchesters-favorite-girl @dreamin-of-somewhere-else @u-snavi @straightasdeanwinchester @nickiwinchester97 @blacktithe7 @percussiongirl2017 @peachwizard @spnsisimagines

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does anyone ever read a fanfic about the winchester sister that goes like, where dean, sam, and their sister meet their alternate version. but the alternate version of dean and sam lost their sister a long time ago. and the alternate version of dean and sam just shock to see their "sister" again. yeah the fanfic goes about like that. it's mostly a fluff. if im not quite wrong, it's like their Apocalypse version. oh and there's like a part where the sister singing

I don't remember where i read it, and now i cannot find it 😭. Please help if you know what I mean

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PART EIGHT OF 'REVENANT' SERIES Damon Salvatore x Winchester!Sister!Hunter!Reader  The Vampire Diaries x SupernaturalMini-Series Synopsis: Y/N Winchester was tired of living in her brothers' shadows; she needed to do something for herself for a change. When she heads to Mystic Falls, a town she was always warned to stay away from, she finds she may have taken on more than she can handle. Will she be able to eradicate the supernatural from the uncanny town? Or will she find herself tangled amongst it? WARNINGS: Descriptions of violence. Words: 3,351k Blog Masterlist / Series Masterlist <Previous Part | Next Part (Coming Soon) >

After three-quarters of an hour, the hairdryer was still running. Dean had been half-asleep when he registered the faint whirring sound from the bathroom and realised it had been going for far too long. He was still sitting hunched with his hands over his face, exactly as he had been when she left the room with a slam of a door; after he had spoken those dreaded words. 

‘He didn’t have a choice, I would’ve died then too…’  Y/N had muttered when he had asked how this could happen. He remembered her tears as she spoke, they had made her eyes look like glass.

‘Well, maybe he should have let you…’  

The words sent a chill through him; how could he have said that to her? But was he wrong? Would she not be better off?

His mind had briefly wandered back to the case — the ghouls, the bloodstains — but the moment stretched, and the realisation hit him. His pulse kicked up, sending a jolt through his body as his eyes snapped open.

Y/N was not in her bed. Y/N was not anywhere.

The grim image of her body upon the old wooden table, paired with the awful, rusty scent of her blood, made him flinch as if he had been struck.

He stood up fast, his heart lurching in his chest as his feet steadied on the cold and grimy motel floor. The room was quiet, too quiet. The only sound was the damn hair dryer still buzzing in the air.

He got up and moved toward the bathroom without thought, like a man possessed. The door was shut, and a sliver of light spilled out from under the threshold, illuminating the dusk-darkened room. 

He placed his hand on the doorknob and was met with no resistance; it was already unlocked. The hairdryer’s hum intensified through the now-open door as it oscillated on the edge of the sink.

But there was no sign of Y/N.

There was no beloved sister standing there, her back to him as she dried her hair in the mirror, as she had done a hundred times prior. He hesitated at the doorway, and then his heart stopped. The bathroom was empty.

Empty. She was missing, and in transition, how could he be so irresponsible? How could he let himself drift off? She was dangerous now; she could hurt someone. He counted the hours back in his head since he had last slept and was kicking himself with the realisation of just how long it had been; he had needed to be awake and alert for her, and he failed.

He moved quickly, tearing through the small space and flipping the shower curtain aside frantically — as if he did not already know she was not there. He stared at the moulded, derelict tile walls in dismay, noticing the scent of soap still lingering in the air.

His breath came faster. His brain was scrambling to catch up with what his eyes were telling him. He spotted her old, bloodied clothes sitting discarded on the porcelain of the toilet seat, they were the only possessions of hers that remained, the room was bare. A flash of movement at the edge of his vision made him snap his head up — the window. It was wide open.

‘Shit.' He muttered, noticing the high pitch of his panic. 

He spun on his heels, stumbling back into the room. His gaze darted to the bed, and for a second, he convinced himself that maybe…

No, she was not there; he knew this.

Her things were missing, her bed was made, and now he was left wondering how far away she had gotten. He flipped his phone open and dialled her number, his fingers moving nimbly as a reflex, yet still trembling horribly. He had called this number many times in the past few months, and like clockwork, each time, he would be met with her voicemail; tonight was no exception. He snapped the phone shut and threw it to her bed.

Dean’s stomach clenched and he leaned over placing his hands in his knees. No. No. He wasn’t going to let her go down this road. Not after everything they had been through. But what could he do? It was already too late for her. 

‘Sam!’ His voice was sharp, frantic, the kind of desperation that hit with the force of a freight train.

Sam had been standing behind him, getting up to follow Dean in his alarm, his face already clouded with worry before the scene of the bathroom had even registered before him.

‘She’s gone,’ Dean snapped, pacing the small room, his mind running in a hundred directions at once. ‘She’s—‘ He cut himself off, eyes locking on the open window through the door. ‘She’s gone, Sam. She—‘

Sam was already moving toward the door, his face drawn, filled with a dread that was becoming all too familiar. ‘Surely, she can’t be far. We need to find her…’

Dean shook his head, his frustration boiling over. That is not what he meant. He did not mean she was missing, he meant that she was gone. ‘What the hell, Sam? She’s not some lost puppy we’re gonna find wandering down the road! She’s a damn vampire, and she…’

He had already begun to mourn her; she had died in their arms. He had stared at her decrepit corpse for hours, refusing to accept the actuality before him. He remembered the way he had pleaded for it not to be true. Now, she walked again, but it was not the same; it could never be the same as it was. It seemed like a sick, twisted joke.

‘Dean, we don’t know that. She might not have done that yet—’ Sam interrupted him, avoiding the specifics, not only to placate Dean but because he could not stomach the idea himself; he did not want to see her that way, he did not want the image in his mind. 

His voice was softer but firm, pulling his brother’s focus back. He continued,

‘She’s our sister, Dean. We don’t know what she’s doing. She could be in danger.’ Sam shuddered,

She was not in danger herself now, but the one who is dangerous; Y/N was the threat now, and the notion made him sick.  

‘No, you don’t get it,’ Dean’s voice dropped low, dark. ‘She’s gone, Sam. We both know it.’ His eyes burned with a venomous anger; his hands balled into fists at his sides. As his bitter words flowed, he believed them more and more. He knew if they went looking for her, she would never be found. She does not exist on this plane anymore; the girl he loved, his sister, was lost perpetually. 

‘She’s lost to us. She’s a damn monster now, and it doesn’t matter what we say, or how many times we look at her like she’s still the girl we raised, the sister we loved. That’s not her anymore.’

‘She’s dead… She died — in our arms last night,’ Dean choked on his words as he desperately tried for air, why was it so hard to breathe? Why was the room spinning? 

‘It was my fault, I should have died… Not her.’ The words were barely spoken, coming out in a gasp, Sam could barely make them out, needing to follow the movement of his brother’s lips. 

‘That girl we saw today, that’s not her, it can’t be; she was a fake.’ Dean shook with vexation once more, with Y/N, with himself, Sam was not sure.

He froze, his heart skipping. He had not seen Dean this angry in a long time — swallowed whole by rage. Sam’s shoulders began to quake with his own agony; he registered a distant and inhuman cry, he did not have enough time to wonder where it was coming from before he realised they were his own sobs. Why did they sound so far away? Why was he so disconnected from his own body?

‘Dean…’ His voice faltered as he looked at his brother. It was not just anger that shook him. It was grief. Grief, mingled with guilt and a twisted, violent kind of regret. The kind that made you do things you would have never thought of in a hundred years.

Dean shook his head; the words tumbling out in a dangerous rush. 

‘I’m not going to save her, Sam. I’m not going to pretend she’s still the person we knew. ’ He turned sharply, pacing to the door. How had he found this resolve so suddenly? Had he not yearned to find her only moments earlier? Dean struggled to recall when she had become the stranger he pictured now, the monster. She had not looked like a monster when she awoke from her death, when they had realised what must have happened. 

‘She died last night, killed by those god-awful ghouls. She’s not the same. And if we don’t do something about it, people are going to get hurt. It’s time we finish this. Her case. And the supernatural problem that ruined her life. Our lives.’

Sam stepped toward him, with words already on his tongue. Surely, he could not mean that. He could not possibly be suggesting they hunt their own sister. But Dean was already halfway out the door.

‘You’re not—’ thinking straight,  Sam wanted to say, but Dean was already gone.

With a moment of hesitation and a breath of bitter air, Sam followed him out.

Dean's fingers tightened around the steering wheel, his knuckles tense and pale, as he drove toward the town. That awful, revolting, loathsome town. The anger — his blinding anger — throbbed through him, it thudded in his ears and pulsed within his veins. He could feel it in his gut, a gnawing beast that told him he had to finish what she had started. He had to rid the world of whatever vile supernatural force had taken his sister away from him. And if that meant tearing Mystic Falls apart, so be it. If that meant killing the vampire who had turned her... then that is what he was going to do.

Damon Salvatore.

The name felt like bile in his throat and burned like acid. The more he thought about ‘it’, that repulsive creature, the tighter his grip on the wheel became. He knew the bastard had to die. If not for him, Y/N would not have become the thing she was now; the abomination. She would not have disappeared into the night. She would not have lost herself andhe would not have lost her. It was Damon who was to blame. Damon was the cause of all this.

He had no sympathy. No understanding. Not when it came to hurting her.

And hurt her he had.

Deep down, hidden beneath layers of wrath and chagrin, Dean knew why he was acting this way. He knew that if Y/N had truly died, he would be doing absolutely everything in his power to bring her back, and he would not have rested until he was successful. He would have done anything. But now, he could never bring her back — save her from this fate. If that abhorrent vampire had left her alone, she would be salvageable, even if it meant Dean needed to die in her place. 

Dean’s jaw tightened, his gaze hardening with each passing mile. He barely registered Sam’s quiet words beside him. ‘Dean, stop. We have to think of this rationally —’

‘I’m not stopping, Sam,’ Dean cut him off sharply, his voice low, strained and cold. 

‘We’re going to Mystic Falls. And we’re finishing it.’ His eyes flickered to Sam briefly, and for a moment, the weight of what he was saying hung in the air as tears filled his eyes. ‘I’m done, Sam. I’m done— ’

Sam watched him quietly, trying to gauge if there was any part of the man he used to know in the eyes staring out the windshield, his brother. But it was hard to tell, the burning in his eyes showed a stranger. Dean was consumed — swallowed whole by something darker than grief. He was already lost, and Sam feared there would be no bringing him back.

‘Listen to me for a second, would you?’ Sam's voice was heated, raised for the first time all evening.  ‘She had vampire blood in her system, did you ever stop and think about what that means?’ Dean began to speak, but Sam raised his hand, silencing him with a scalding look that Dean saw in the corner of his vision. 

‘She said she would have died anyway, their blood heals people, that… vampire —’ The word made him cringe, ‘obviously, saved her life.’ 

Though, Sam did not understand; it did not make sense. Why would he save her? A hunter. Why was she with him in the first place? How could she bear being near him? Knowing what he is. But it did not matter, it did not change what he already knew.

Dean started again, but Sam cut him off.

‘She died on the ghoul case… with us, we killed her, we did it — not him.’ 

Sam gazed out through the windshield as tears clouded his vision, streetlights turned to indistinguishable dots of light as they loomed closer. This realisation stung and cut his throat like small blades as he expelled ragged breaths. But he continued away,

‘But she’s still here, Dean. She’s not gone — not yet, anyway,’ He gasped out, ‘She holds the same memories, the same personality, it’s her. And if we can get to her, we can help her.’

‘Dean, we don’t even know if she is in Mystic Falls, what if we’re leaving her behind?’

But his words fell on deaf ears; Dean stared forward as if he had said nothing at all, and Sam slumped back in his seat, defeated. Staring numbly at the dark silhouettes of trees as they flew past them. 

Y/N stood in front of the grand fireplace in the Salvatore boarding house, the warmth of the crackling fire barely reaching the chill that had settled deep within her. The flames danced in hypnotic patterns, casting flickering shadows on the stone walls, against her skin — yet all she could see before her were the faces of her brothers.

She let her fingers graze the mantle, her eyes tracing the cracks in the stone as if they might conceal the answers to the questions she could not bring herself to mutter. She could still hear Dean’s voice, sharp and angry, his words slicing through the distance between them like a blade. 

Well, maybe he should have let you…

His words had cut off, he knew he had gone too far, but she knew it was what he truly believed. He had thought she was better off dead. He would rather she was not here. 

She pondered that reality for a moment. Suppose she had died the night of the founder’s ball. Maybe it might have been easier. Maybe she would not have needed to feel all this grief for her brothers. But then she thought of Damon, and she realised, halfway content, that she was glad that did not happen, at least for him. She remembered the way he had cried over her, pleading with her to drink his blood. At least she was certain of this much; she could not leave Damon, she could not bear to hurt him. How could that dreaded night already seem a lifetime ago? It was only the night before the last. 

She had believed, once, for a very brief moment in time, that this affliction might only be temporary—that there was still some thread of humanity she could cling to. That her brothers would save her. Bearing witness to years of their escapades had her believing there was nothing that they could not do. And this was just another problem, another puzzle to be solved; but she knew that was selfish — to expect so much from them. 

But that did not matter now, and she had never truly believed it and the reality of what she had become quelled that fragile hope regardless. This was her reality now: vampires do not age; they never change. They did not get to go back to the lives they had before.

And she was no exception. 

She could almost feel their rejection, the weight of their disappointment hanging in the air, suffocating her with every harsh breath. Deans anger had been cold, unforgiving. It was the kind of rage that came with the loss of something precious. And Sam, sweet Sam—his conflicted, sorrowful gaze had been the worst of all. She could almost hear his voice, trembling with the desperate hope that maybe he could fix her. But she knew better now.

She was beyond saving. She had not even wanted to save herself, she had been wholly ready to die, to let Damon’s blood dwindle from her system, till her death caught up with her once more. 

A familiar ache of longing twisted in her chest as she thought of them. The brothers who had raised her, fought for her, loved her in ways that no one else ever had. The brothers who were now lost to her forever. How could she go back to them now, knowing the truth of what she was? How could she let them see her like this? They would hate me, she thought. They already do.

She imagined the look on Dean’s face as he looked at her—disgust. His words were harsher than the coldest winter she had known, biting at her soul. He would see the vampire she had become and reject the parts of his little sister that remained. 

Nothing, she thought. He would see nothing left of me.

And yet, she would miss them more than anything. She would miss the way Dean always teased her, even when he was angry. She would miss Sam’s soft smiles, the way he would always try to protect her, even when she did not need it. She would miss being family—the thing that had once meant everything to her. It had all slipped away, and in its place was this hollow, aching void.

But she knew deep down, past her surfaced dejections, there was no void. Her love for Damon had settled into every crevice of her being, and with all her regret came a guilty, unexpected sense of relief; she was glad she had forever, an eternity to love him. He was her family now, and she could not find it within herself to regret this.

Behind her was the sound of soft footsteps. The familiar, grounding presence of Damon. She did not need to turn around to know it was him; she had grown so used to the weight of his presence, the subtle way he filled the silence between them. When had this happened? It all felt so quick.

He did not speak. Instead, she felt his warmth press against her back, his arms sliding around her waist, pulling her against him. His head found its way into the space between her shoulder and neck, and she instinctively leaned into him, the comfort of his touch a stark contrast to the cold emptiness of her loss.

For a moment, she closed her eyes, letting herself absorb the silence, the feeling of being held. But the ache inside her did not fade. It only deepened. Her brothers were gone—the life she knew was gone—and all she had left was the man who had turned her into this being.

And she could not even bring herself to regret it. She loved Damon; she loved the way he made her feel, even when it terrified her.

She stood there, motionless, with Damon’s arms around her, staring ahead at nothing. She mourned the girl she had been, but when she thought of what she had gained—when she felt the weight of Damon’s arms around her—she knew she would not trade any of it.

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PART SEVEN OF 'REVENANT' SERIES Damon Salvatore x Winchester!Sister!Hunter!Reader  The Vampire Diaries x SupernaturalMini-Series Synopsis: Y/N Winchester was tired of living in her brothers' shadows; she needed to do something for herself for a change. When she heads to Mystic Falls, a town she was always warned to stay away from, she finds she may have taken on more than she can handle. Will she be able to eradicate the supernatural from the uncanny town? Or will she find herself tangled amongst it? WARNINGS: Descriptions of violence. Words: 3,277k Blog Masterlist / Series Masterlist <Previous Part | Next Part >

The first thing Y/N registered when she woke up on an uncomfortable wooden table was an enigmatic lack of pain, there should have been pain. Memories of an excruciating white-hot agony from her back followed by a cascading stream of blood came back to her; she had been injured on the hunt. However, upon pulling down the back of her shirt and looking over her shoulder, no such wound could be found. Her skin was completely bare. She recalled memories of her brothers clutching onto her limp body, their tears mixing in with her blood. 

Everything had gone dark, and her body had fallen limp. 

She was dead. Or at least she had been. Y/N had already concluded that her brothers had done something inconceivably stupid, that maybe, one of them, had sold their souls. Y/N could feel tears welling up in her eyes, this had been her fault. If she had never begun the Mystic Falls case this would not be happening. The tears that had welled suddenly ran hot down her face. She could not lose either one of her brothers like this. Something had to be done. Though through her tears Y/N did not register the sound of a scuffle swiftly approaching her.

‘Y/N?…’ Her head whipped up to the sound of her name.

‘How… are you… alive…?’ Dean whispered as Sam’s eyes widened,

‘Oh please… god no… don’t say it…’ he winced, Dean looked up with furrowed eyebrows,

‘Don’t say what? Sammy?’

But Sam did not need to say anything, the realisation hit Y/N like a wave of paralysis. She had had vampire blood in her system. She counted the time back in her head. When she had died, it had been less than twenty-four hours since Damon had saved her the night before. Neither of her brothers had sold their souls and the relief she felt at the revelation was as sweet as sugar. However, this relief quickly turned to aghast and her stomach twisted unpleasantly.

There were only two options for her now.

Death.

Or an eternal life as a monster she had been raised to detest.

‘No, no, no… no, no… no’ She began to claw at the bare skin that should have been holding a fatal stab wound as she repeated her denial over and over. She then lifted her fingers to her scalp rubbing her temples as she began to rock back and forth. The lights and sounds of the motel’s run-down suite were suddenly too much for her and she shuddered when she realised why.

‘Y/N calm down, you’re scaring me, just minutes ago Sam and I refused to accept that we should be burying you… and now… how…’ Dean's voice was nervous and confused,

‘Dean… I think she had vampire blood in her system…’ Sam whimpered, Dean’s shocked gasp only worsened her state, she began sobbing openly,

‘Sam… How could you possibly know…?’ She thought of everything she had said about Mystic Falls since their reunion and she was confident she had never mentioned she knew a vampire personally. Sam winced, her question confirming his fears.

‘You seemed pretty evasive in the car when we were asking about Mystic Falls, but you mentioned there were vampires…’ Sam paused for a moment,

‘You were dead, Y/N. And now you’re not. There aren’t many things that could do that.’ Sam explained, his voice hollow.

‘Which blood-sucking freak did this to you?! Was it this Damon…?!’ Dean's booming voice made Y/N flinch,

‘He didn’t have a choice, I would’ve died then too…’ She muttered,

‘Well, maybe he should have let you.’ He said bitterly, Y/N could see the instantaneous regret on the eldest Winchester’s face, but that did not soften the blow of his cruel words.

‘Wait! I only meant that… if you had died then… we could have brought you back another way… as a human’

Though it seemed to Y/N that Dean had only added this to cover his outburst so without saying anything further, Y/N got up from the rickety table and swiftly made her way to the bathroom, grabbing her bags as she went.

‘Y/N… Wait!’ Sam called,

‘I need a shower’ She muttered as she slammed the door behind her. This was not a lie, however, she had no intention of staying afterwards. 

As the water turned warm she peeled the bloodied clothes from her skin and placed them on the toilet seat; deciding that Sam and Dean could deal with them later. The water ran red around her feet, it seemed like she had been scrubbing at her skin perpetually, grateful when the shower eventually turned clear. She put on the first things she could find in her bag, relieved to be in fresh clothes. 

Y/N understood it was not safe to be around her brothers at the moment, and besides, after what Dean had said, she did not wish to be. She studied the bathroom, looking for her best way out. The window was high above the bathtub and if she stood on the edge she could pull herself up and out. She plugged in the hairdryer, needing a loud sound to buffer hers. 

With utmost care, she tried her best to push the window open with little noise. She was convinced it had been years since it was opened, as it groaned and resisted the disturbance. She first put her bags through and then hauled herself up, landing with a soft thud.

Y/N made her way across the darkening street, and sighed, how long had she been ‘asleep’? Through glazed eyes, she scrolled through the names of her contacts and once finding the one she was after, she lifted the device to her ear.

‘Damon, where are you? We need to talk…’ Her voice broke.

Through clouded eyes, Y/N watched as Damon’s old blue Chevy pulled over, she had asked to meet him a few blocks down as she had been hiding, knowing full well her brothers would be looking for her by now. Her countless missed calls said so. She was quick to get in.

‘Please drive’ She muttered

‘Hey, are you okay?’ His eyebrows furrowed and he reached out to push the hair from her face, though when she flinched away from his touch, Damon quickly retracted his hand.

‘Y/N…?’

‘Just drive, please.’

Damon took his car out of park and pulled out onto the street. The hours that followed travelling back to Mystic Falls were filled with a taut silence, though Damon often made small glances in Y/N’s direction, every time he tried to speak up his attempt was dismissed, though it seemed he could not wait any longer,

‘Would you please tell me what’s wrong?’

Y/N considered whether it was appropriate to tell him in the car, though she quickly ridiculed this thought; her time was limited.

‘After I left town, my brothers and I went on a hunt…’ Damon did not like the idea of Y/N hunting, putting herself in unnecessary danger, but did not understand why this would leave her so dejected, he assumed she would have been looking forward to spending some time with them.

Damon felt a small, nagging frustration at her brothers, many things could have gone awry on a hunt, and he hated the idea of them putting her in harms way intentionally. However, as he examined her from head to toe, he realised she seemed physically fine. 

When he did not speak, Y/N elaborated.

‘I was injured, really badly…’ Y/N felt herself recoil, she did not want to think about the situation she was in and what she would have to do if she went through with it. Damon looked her over again,

‘What happened? I can’t see anything.’ His words were dubious, yet he still felt queasy at the idea she was hurt. She sighed and closed her eyes,

‘Damon… I died..’

The silence that hung in the air was palpable, Y/N swore she could have sliced it with a blade. A small gasp passed his lips so quiet she shivered; aware the soft sound could only be heard with her newly inhumane sense of hearing. Damon felt an all-consuming anger, how could they have let her die? How could they be so reckless? 

He felt nauseated, knowing how close he had been to never seeing her again. Imagining her cold and unresponsive figure sent tremors through his system.

‘Y/N… My blood…’ She could not hold back her tears anymore, everything that had been tormenting her since she fled from her brothers’ company consumed her. She vaguely noticed Damon pulling over his car and before she could say anything further, he had already sped around to her door and pulled her out; enveloping her in an unyielding embrace.

‘I’m so sorry, I know you would never have wanted this… ’ he choked out, seeing her suffering created his own. But he could not quell the selfish contentment he derived from this. Soon Y/N will be a vampire, she will be powerful; and immortal. She will be adept at protecting herself when he is not able. But more desirably, a life with her is within reach. She will not age, as he has not for a century and a half. He could have eternity with her. 

However, Y/N’s next words abruptly stifled this concept.

‘It’s okay, I would have died anyway, at least now I have the chance to say goodbye to everyone’ 

Y/N did not remember coming to this conclusion, but as the words flowed from her mouth she knew it was the right decision, though her thoughts halted when a realisation struck her; she had stormed out on her brothers and now she would probably never see them again, she must have been hours away from their motel by now. Damon drew back from their tight embrace, horrorstruck, again he pictured her cold and unresponsive; he felt those horrible tremors flood his being once more.

‘Y/N? What do you mean goodbye? Don’t tell me… you're planning on…’ Although he did not finish his sentence Y/N knew exactly what he was trying to say,

‘I can’t turn Damon, I’ve grown up hunting the very thing I will become, my brothers won’t be able to look me in the eye, hell, they may even want to kill me. My father would turn in his grave if he thought I was even considering it.’ Her words flowed hot and fast much like the tears streaming down her face, 

‘I can’t become a monster Damon, let’s just say I took on the Stefan diet or drank from blood bags, it would never last, have you ever heard of a vampire that’s never killed? They don’t exist. One day I’ll lose control and someone will lose their life because of it, I can’t, I won’t become a killer…’ 

Damon's buried rationality knew what she was saying was right, but he could not accept the fact she wanted to die. No, he would do everything in his power to get her to stay. He had lost too many people in his century and a half of existence, but nothing had hurt him like this would. 

‘Please Y/N, please don’t do this, mistakes happen and I can’t promise you anything, but you’re going to have so many people helping you, and I’m sure every one of us will do everything in our power to make sure no one is hurt because of this, Please… I can’t lose you…’ When his voice broke on the last words Y/N shut her eyes and sighed she hated hurting him like this,

‘Damon, I can’t… Please understand…’ she whimpered, Damon shaking his head in denial,

‘I need to call my brothers, I left without saying goodbye.’ 

Her body was riddled with guilt, how could she justify leaving them at a time like this? What had she been thinking? Y/N decided she would call them, it would be better than nothing. Though before she had the chance to ring them and make the broken ends meet, she realised hollowly that Damon was nowhere to be seen. She looked around the darkening street, she could see every last detail; a feat her eyes would not have been able to achieve a day ago. Damon had left her alone, his engine still running. 

She hated seeing him like this, she hated knowing that she was the reason he was hurting; and from what she had been told, Damon was not reasonable when he was hurt. How had they gotten to be this way? Hunter and vampire, trying to court each other.

She decided she should probably look for him, but before she could trek further down the lonesome street she was struggling against the pull of strong arms around her. Looking down she observed an ornate lapis lazuli ring, the very one Y/N knew Damon wore, what could he possibly be doing? Y/N had just been about to call out when she felt warm skin against her mouth, she assumed Damon had been preventing her from yelling when the taste of a warm metallic liquid met her lips. Damon was holding a stranger against her, pressing her wrist to her mouth. Y/N felt a sense of alarm growing in the back of her mind but before she could try and writhe from his iron grip the taste turned sweet; she stopped struggling, not able to remember why she wanted to escape in the first place, and clutched the wrist of the stranger closer still. She wanted this sensation to last forever, she had never tasted anything as delectable, but it all ended too soon when Damon pulled the girl from her arms.

‘Don’t worry, she’s not dead.’ Y/N watched in horror as the skin under his eyes formed inky black veins and newly formed fangs met his wrist, when Damon placed his bloodied skin to the mouth of the limp girl the weight of what had happened crushed her.

‘Damon… What did you do?…’ Y/N’s voice was low and dangerous, she turned away from his rueful grimace, a puddle on the street showing that her face now mirrored his. Awful black veins protruded beneath her eyes, she watched as the sclera of her eyes shifted back from red to white.

‘I know you may never forgive me, I understood that before I did it, but I couldn’t let you go through with it, I couldn’t let you die.’

Y/N felt a white-hot rage grow in her chest, 

‘THAT WASN’T YOUR DECISION TO MAKE!’ She pushed against his unyielding frame, her newfound strength still nothing to his century and a half. His lips formed a straight line and his eyes glassed over. 

‘I’m sorry Y/N, I’m so sorry…’ His words were whispered, she could hear his pain but she refused to pity him. 

‘Damon… I was meant to die…’ She trailed off, ‘My brothers…. They’ll want to kill me…’

‘No, no, this can’t happen…no.’ She began to pace the street, back and forth, rubbing her temples. She was ready to die, she would have been at peace; something now forever out of reach. She looked towards Damon, his tears were falling freely now, face contorted into a tortured expression. 

‘Damon… why…?’ Her voice was broken, she turned away.

Her anger dwindled, like sand through her fingers. Because despite everything he had done, she did not want to see him hurt. She wanted to hate him for what he did, to scream and shout, but she could not find it within herself to detest him. No, she could never hate him. 

Would she not commit the same, selfish act for the person she loved? Would she not have done it too, if the roles had been reversed? For a moment, she considered the awful concept of Damon’s death and all the abominable things she would do to prevent it. And if this dark imagining of hers occurred anyway, she knew she would go to great, grim lengths to reverse it. She realised Damon had only done exactly as she would do, he had only done what the Winchester siblings had already done; many times over. 

Y/N recalled the potent fear she felt, as she lay dying. She had thought she would never see Damon again and that pain had been more excruciating than her fatal wound. And here he was standing before her, his expression distorted to regretful woe because he had only wanted her to live. She once again pondered what it would mean to never see him again, she felt a distant echo of that earlier pain; maybe she had not been ready to die after all. 

At this moment, she was only angry with herself. Y/N knew that none of this would have occurred if she had not gone to Mystic Falls. But what surprised her the most, was that she also could not find it within herself to regret any of this. Everything Y/N had done, led her to meet him; and meeting Damon had been the greatest procurement of her life, or rather, exsistence. This realisation crushed her like an avalanche; exsistence. ‘Life’ no longer applied to her, she was immortal. Y/N would exist forever.

She began to consider what forever truly meant. A hundred years from now, Y/N would stand before her reflection, and she would look exactly as she does at this moment. The world would have changed to a vast extent, but she would remain unchanging.

Only yesterday she had yearned to wake up beside Damon every morning and spend all day by his side. Y/N had longed to listen to his stupid jokes and talk endlessly with him until night fell and they could begin over again. Eternity had made that possible. And in a hundred years when she looked into that mirror, she could now envision Damon by her side; as he was now. Her heart swelled with a palpable warmth. Maybe eternity was not so bad. 

Damon observed her deliberation, waiting for her to explode. She realised her demeanour must have changed completely during her sudden erudition, as she turned back she noticed Damon now donned an expression of dubiety. But she did not take the time to explain, instead rushing to envelop him in her embrace, leaning back far enough to connect her lips with his, she could taste his drying tears. 

Y/N had surprised him, but he melted into her kiss anyway. She could feel his tense trepidation flow out from beneath her fingertips, as he sighed, content. Damon could not comprehend her sudden tranquil composure, he knew he most certainly did not deserve it. He assumed what he had done would have driven her away for good, he had understood that when he acted. But Damon refused to live in a world where she did not exist, even if it meant she was not with him; it was enough to know she would be alive and well. Never would he have imagined she would accept this so willingly, what had changed in her few moments of quiet thought? 

Y/N finally pulled away and rested her forehead against his.

‘I hope you know you’re stuck with me now?’ Her voice was quiet,

Damon’s laugh was relieved, coming out in an exhaled breath; his voice still holding the faint hallmarks of someone with regret.

‘That’s all I’ve wanted.’

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PART SIX OF 'REVENANT' SERIES Damon Salvatore x Winchester!Sister!Hunter!Reader  The Vampire Diaries x SupernaturalMini-Series Synopsis: Y/N Winchester was tired of living in her brothers' shadows; she needed to do something for herself for a change. When she heads to Mystic Falls, a town she was always warned to stay away from, she finds she may have taken on more than she can handle. Will she be able to eradicate the supernatural from the uncanny town? Or will she find herself tangled amongst it? WARNINGS: Descriptions of violence. Words: 4,266k Blog Masterlist / Series Masterlist <Previous Part | Next Part >

Damon Salvatore loved her. She was certain of it. She felt his love in the way he held her as she lay dying, Y/N heard it in his desolating sobs and saw it in the way he looked at her as he pleaded with her to drink his blood; as he pleaded with her to live. Y/N Winchester was a hunter and Damon, newly beknownst to her, was, to her horror, a vampire. And somehow, despite all this, they loved one another. She thought the world must have been knocked out of orbit, how else could everything be so backward? So unbelievably, preposterously anomalous?

Her love for Damon filled her heart until no room was left, and Y/N found herself confused and overwhelmed by it. Part of her wanted nearly nothing more than to be back in the company of her brothers, saving people and hunting things. But there was something, or rather someone, she wanted more desperately; she wanted him. She yearned to wake up beside Damon every morning and spend all day by his side. She longed to listen to his stupid jokes and talk endlessly with him until night fell and they could begin all over again. And this terrified her. Where was her respect for everything her father had taught her? How had it become so unreservedly obsolete?

Which is why the young Winchester found herself packing as soon as first light had made itself known. Leaving Damon was the last thing Y/N wanted, but she knew it was what she needed. She needed to be back with her brothers, at least for a little while, to live in her normal routine. She sighed when she beheld the disordered motel room before her. This place had become a home to Y/N in a way she could never foresee, it broke her heart to be packing it all away. 

Y/N stalked over to her fridge, scattered unceremoniously by magnets across the white stainless steel, were pictures of people she had come to care deeply for. She studied each of their faces in dismay.

She now knew most of them were monsters.

Though this thought left a bad taste in her mouth, they were good people; she was sure of it. With a lump in her throat and tears sitting dormant in her eyes, she picked out a picture with everyone and shoved it into her back pocket for safekeeping. From her other pocket, she pulled out a small sliver phone and looked through her speed dial, guilt rose in her stomach when she realised how far she had to scroll; it had been a while since she had heard from this number. She lifted the device to her ear and listened to a rushed scuffle from the other end. 

‘Hey Sammy…’ Y/N spoke this quietly, but she was sure he could hear her. 

‘Y/N… What… How are you?’ She could tell he did not know what to say, his words came out in a gasp. Y/N flinched slightly when she heard the grumbling tone of the eldest Winchester in the background, asking for the phone she presumed. Sam had always been easier to talk to. 

‘I know this call is probably a shock, but I wanted to know if you could come and get me…?’ She closed her eyes when she said this, what was she doing?

‘Um… Of course Y/N… That’s all we’ve wanted since…’ She cut him off, 

‘I’ll send you my address, okay?’ She did not want this phone call to drag on any longer, she was sure they would have a lot to say when they got here. She hung up and opened her text messages sending her address off before she could change her mind, she closed her eyes once more; it was too late to turn back now. 

Two hours had passed since the phone call when she discerned the sound of a car pulling into the car park in front of her room, the young hunter pulled back her blinds, half expecting the familiar black impala. Her stomach turned when she instead spied Damon’s blue Camaro; she was hoping she would not have to see him before she left. For a fleeting moment, she considered jumping out the bathroom window, but quickly quelled this thought; she was just being stupid.

She trailed tentatively to the door after hearing his rhythmic rap and opened it. Her expression quickly turned abashed when she took in his content smile. Though, he walked quickly past her, over the threshold with no invitation, his face now perplexed. 

‘Where are your things?’ She had now finished packing and he examined the starkly bare room in alarm, eyes halting when they met her luggage. He turned to her, apprehensive, 

‘You’re not leaving, are you?… If it’s about last night with Klaus, I promise you don’t have to worry, I won’t let him hurt you.’ He sputtered over his words, and grabbed both her shoulders,

‘Please Y/N… Don’t leave… I can only protect you if you’re with me.’ His words were pleading, and Y/N’s responding smile was gentle,

‘It’s not about Klaus, it’s about the fact that you’re a vampire and I’m a hunter…’ She started,

‘Y/N… We can… I…’ She was not used to him stumbling like this, he was usually so confident and conceited, she lifted her hand to his cheek, stopping his flow of stunted words.

‘I don’t plan on disappearing forever Damon, I just need time to think.’ She tried to sound reassuring, though she feared she failed when the sound of another car made itself known, Y/N winced; she was hoping it would not come to this. She looked at Damon intensely and took both his cheeks this time,

‘Please Damon, my brothers can’t know you’re a vampire.’ Y/N pleaded, hoping it was enough. She shuddered when she envisioned Dean finding out about him. No, that could not happen. She moved upward to place a sweet and short kiss on his lips, 

‘Your brothers?’ He muttered. She felt culpable, he did not know anything about her. 

‘Please…’ She whispered once more, maintaining stern eye contact, she needed him to realise how serious she was about this. She turned to grab her bags, relieved when he let her escape from his grasp and headed out the door to meet her brothers, Damon following suit. 

Sam and Dean had just come out of the old black car when she passed over the front door. She had expected to immediately receive a chastising lecture, though that seemed silly now as she watched them. Of course, they were just relieved to see her. The brothers swiftly made their way over to her and she had to drop her bags to meet their embrace, nearly crying when the familiar scent of gunpowder and whiskey made itself known; she knew she had missed them, but only now in their arms did she realise how much. She pulled in closer. 

‘Please don’t try this again…’ Sam whispered into her hair, before shifting his chin to sit on her head.

‘I could just about wring your neck in, kid.’ Dean's words were harsh but his tone hinted at playfulness, he too held her in a tight embrace. Their reunion had not been as tense as she had presumed, all her built dread and proliferation for nothing. They all pulled apart too soon.

‘Who’s this?’ Sam looked over her shoulder at Damon. He had been hovering in the background.

‘Ah… This is my friend…’ Y/N tried to sound casual, but her voice was strained, she only hoped they did not notice. Dean’s eyes tightened ever so slightly when he looked him over, as though he were inspecting him. Damon stepped forward hand outstretched,

‘Damon Salvatore, you are?’ Dean met his hand,

‘Dean Winchester, this is Sam’ Dean's voice was sceptical and rigid, she wondered if it was because he was a stranger or a man who dared be in her presence; likely both. Damon exhaled a small breath,

‘Winchester…? Hm…’ Once more Y/N experienced guilt, he had still thought her surname was Walker; she had been just as secretive as him. A charged silence followed and after a few fraught moments, Damon spoke again. 

‘Well, I was just heading off…’ She could tell Damon did not want to leave her, but she had not given him much choice. She found it unusual that he was conferring so much liberty, according to her friends he had never been serene with his loved ones’ unwelcome decisions; she had thought essentially running away would most certainly be unwelcome. Maybe, he too, needed some time to think away from her. After all, she had been equally as unforthcoming. He walked a few steps forward and replaced her brothers in an embrace, 

‘Don’t be gone long… Please.’ He whispered, only for her ears. He then shifted his face to place a lingering kiss on her forehead and tightened his hold. He was irrefutably overdoing this farewell for the audience of her brothers, yet she could not find it within herself to pull away; so much for him just being a friend. She felt heat flood her cheeks in embarrassment as Damon eventually pulled away, his warmth following suit. She yearned to be in his arms again; it shocked her how easily she could forget what he was. 

However, her longing thoughts were quickly stunted by Dean’s fuming expression and she thanked her lucky stars that her brother did not know about Damon’s unsavoury pastime. Sam merely looked confused, albeit slightly concerned. 

‘Dean… Sam…Lovely to meet you.’ He nodded to both of them in turn, before facing Y/N. 

‘Well, I guess I’ll be seeing you soon enough’ And without giving her a chance to respond, he moved to take a seat in his Camaro and drove away.

‘Your friend Y/N… Really?’ Dean's rolled his eyes, voice critical,

‘It’s hardly your business.’ Their bickering was like normal, as though she had never left them, it made her smile,

‘I’ve missed you guys.’  She said sincerely, they scoffed,

‘Four months, Y/N, you’ve been gone for four months… And all you have for us is ‘I’ve missed you’’ Dean’s fingers formed quotation marks over his last words. 

‘Did you want a written apology?’ Her response was sardonic.

‘Look, Dean’ She continued, ‘If I were sorry, I’d say so. These last few months have been good for me. You may not understand that, but I’m not looking for your agreement anyway’ Dean was not impressed with her response, but he shrugged it off easily enough. Sam watched the entire exchange astounded.

‘Smart arse’ Dean said, smiling now, ‘Get in the car’

‘Who is Mister tall, dark and handsome anyway?’ She could tell Dean had been stewing on this, his nose scrunched ever so slightly; thinking of Damon made him uneasy.

By now the Winchester siblings had driven a couple of hours out of Mystic Falls, they had already begun a hunt when she had rung them. Y/N's brothers knew why she had left and it was clear to her that they were trying to rectify it all by bringing her along; to say she was excited would be an understatement. She watched as a blur of green foliage passed her by from the backseat window, it had been forever since she had left town. She looked to Dean,

‘Well, he’s not that tall, to be honest…’ Y/N stated matter of fact. Through the rearview mirror, she watched his eyes roll.

‘You’re deflecting.’

‘I believe he already introduced himself, his name is Damon.’ 

When he realised she was not going to give him anymore his expression shifted to disapproval, changing topics,

‘Mystic Falls Y/N? What the hell were you doing in Mystic Falls? Sam and I never thought to look there because we thought you could never be that stupid. I guess we gave you too much credit.’ 

It was Y/N's turn to roll her eyes,

‘I’m alive and well, aren’t I?’

‘That’s beside the point, did you listen to a single word Dad said? That place is supposed to be a hunter's nightmare.’ He paused,

‘What were you doing all that time anyway?’ Dean demanded,

‘The town is built upon monsters. Vampires, witches, werewolves… Even ghosts. You’d have an easier time listing monsters that aren’t there. It wasn’t something I could solve overnight, let alone at all… Apparently.’

She felt uneasy telling them this, as though she were betraying the trust of all her friends in the infamous town. Both brothers cringed in unease,

‘Most of the vampires walk around in broad daylight, living like everyday citizens. Well… at least it seems that way to me.’

She again thought of her friends, they all had her fooled. She opened her mouth to speak more of them, but quickly stopped herself; Sam eyed her dubiously for a moment.

‘Why didn’t you call us Y/N? It could have ended really badly…’ Sam asked softly, she felt apologetic now,

‘If I were ever in any real trouble, I probably would have’ 

But that was not true.

She thought back to Klaus and his impromptu murder attempt, and how quickly she could have become yet another dire statistic on Mystic Falls’  already dire record. She wondered how long it would have taken for her brothers to figure it out; to work out she had died. She felt reproachable once more, though she did not have long to torment herself as they had arrived at their motel.

Y/N watched as the flickering neon light of a gaunt and rundown building grew closer as the Impala slowed down; she felt right at home looking at the place. 

‘We already have a room. We came from here to pick you up.’ Dean tossed her a key, her recent admission still left him tense but she could tell he was, at the very least, attempting to be amicable,

‘We’re dealing with ghouls, grave robberies, missing people. So on and so forth.’ Dean's voice was casual, apathetic,

‘You’re compassion for human life never fails to awe me’ Y/N's voice was dripping with sarcasm and the eldest brother rolled his eyes.

‘Lucky for you, all the research is done, we just need to go in and kill the sons of a bitches’ Y/N made a wide smile, research was all she was usually allowed to do,

‘When are we going?’ She asked enthusiastically,

‘As soon as you’re ready’

The ghouls had taken over the residency of their victims, mother, father and teenage daughter; the perfect nuclear family it seemed. When the young Winchester gazed upon the house, completed with its white picket fence; she felt uneasy. These people had lived the life she had always yearned for, and now they had fallen victim to monsters just the same; at least she was not dead. Y/N did not want to go in there and see the smiling faces from their pictures, imagining how they now lay defiled and rotting who knows where. But she knew she must, she must avenge their memory. 

They had deliberately left before nightfall, they wanted the element of surprise and daytime hunting was certainly not common. The home was completely isolated, she assumed this decision was intentional by the ghouls; no suspicious neighbours. However, this ended up being convenient as it had allowed the Winchesters a wide berth, no one to watch and report their seemingly antisocial behaviour to authorities. 

‘Sam and I will come in from the back door, we can easily get past that fence from around the corner.’ Dean pointed to their point of entry from their hidden parking spot, the fence had fallen slack, so it would be easy to move aside.

‘Follow behind us and come through the front door after you hear the commotion from our attack. I mean it, kid, only after you hear us. I want their attention on Sam and I, not you.’ She rolled her eyes but nodded,

‘After I hear you. Got it.’ They got out of the car,

Dean, followed closely by Sam and Y/N, made his way to the car’s boot, opening up to a vast collection of weapons and gadgets. Y/N thought the sight would have made Alaric Saltzman cry tears of joy. This time Sam spoke,

‘You kill them by destructing their heads, you can bash them in or decapitate them, but headshots are always going to be easier.’ As Sam talked, Dean handed her a machete, a handgun and a hunting knife. Of course, she knew all this already, but she listened intently anyway; she knew it would make them feel better. She grabbed the weapons from his outstretched arms and tucked the gun and knife into her belt. He then handed her two little metal instruments,

‘This is a lock pick, in case you need it for the door.’ 

‘I don’t think there is anything else to say.’ Dean continued, grabbing one of her shoulders, ‘Stay here until you can’t see us behind the house anymore, then make your way over… And I’m serious Y/N, be careful.’ 

He patted her on the back and with one last look at the house Sam and Dean began stalking over, holding the broken fence up for each other as they cautiously made their way past. Once they disappeared from her sight, she crept forward careful not to be seen from any of the lit windows. Once close enough to hear any sign of trouble, she concealed herself beside the white panel foundation within some bushes. Each minute drew into the next as she waited impatiently, biding her time. Y/n was uneasy; surely they would have made some noise by now? She looked down at her watch. Five minutes… Then ten. Finally, a crash sounded from within the home and she quickly jumped to her feet.

Still careful not to bring any attention onto herself she tip-toed to the front door and fiddled with the lock pick until she heard a quiet click. Y/N pushed the door forward, cringing when it creaked. The smell of decay engulfed her as she passed the threshold and she was not sure what it was that made her feel sick, the stench, or the fact it meant the bodies of their victims were still within the house. She edged forward, concerned, she had not heard much since the initial crash. When she began considering that she had gone too early, she noticed low murmurs coming from a room to her left, with the door already open. The young hunter hesitantly made her way over and peeked around the corner. The sight halted her. Sam and Dean had been tied to either side of a radiator; how had the ghouls jumped them so effortlessly? Before them, stood the ghoul that had taken on the father’s appearance. It seemed to Y/N that he was watching her brothers, making sure they caused no trouble, she presumed. She knew she had to make quick work of him before the others returned. By now her brothers had seen her, but they were careful to look anywhere but her direction; at least they could do that right.

She stalked forward and grabbed the ghoul's shoulders, smothering its mouth. She brought her arm around his struggling frame and embedded her knife into an eye, praying it was only the brain that needed to be destroyed. Her relief was palpable when his body gave way, she would not have been able to hold him much longer; the ambush was her only advantage. She soundlessly guided his weight to the floor, circumventing the attention of the others and rushed to her brothers cutting both of their bonds.

‘There’s more than the three we anticipated, they have friends.’ Sam told her urgently,

‘I took down one earlier and along with daddy dearest, that makes two. I think there’s three more’ Dean continued, 

The brothers retrieved their weapons from across the room as Y/N dragged the body away from the open doorway, it would not do for the others to see him dead. She looked back to her brothers, they were now huddled over whispering.

‘I think we need to split up, I’ll search the rooms around the front, and you head towards the back.’ Sam said,

‘I’ll take Y/N.’ Dean added, Sam nodding in response.

Sam made his way out first and snuck into the room adjacent. Dean then motioned for them to walk further down the hallway, stopping in front of the end door. She took a deep breath when she noticed the hushed voices from behind; this was it. Dean took two steps back, her cue to get out of his way, and kicked the door down with all his force. Two ghouls froze, stunned, though if they were worried they did not show it. Dean burst over the threshold and raised his gun, the two shots he fired missed his targets marginally. His lapse gave the ghouls enough time to jump him and tackle him to the ground. Y/N began to run over in aid when a third ghoul, who had taken the appearance of a teenage girl, jumped onto her back. She had not seen her when Dean kicked down the door.

Y/N’s heart lept to her throat when she spied Dean being held down. During the tackle, his gun had fallen to the floor a metre to his left and the second ghoul wasted no time to retrieve it. 

With every bit of strength in her body, she shrugged the girl off of her shoulders and made aim at the armed monster's head. The ghoul she had been fighting crashed into an end table and despite being stunned she was quickly regaining her step. Y/N felt uneasy knowing she was now exposed, but she could not leave her brother undefended. As she pulled the trigger a shocking, horrible pain made itself known in her back, and she realised hollowly that her knife was missing from her belt. 

Her knees buckled and she fell to the floor, the impact knocking the air from her lungs. Blood gushed out and stained her lips as she struggled for each breath. She was grateful to see the bullet she shot still hit its target. Her relief was almost as apparent as her pain when she saw Dean finally push the ghoul off of him, swiftly decapitating it. 

‘Oh god… Y/N…’ Sam whimpered, his voice coming from behind her in the doorway. A loud bang sounded, followed by a gruesome splatter of blood overhead and she knew the ghoul who had stabbed her was no more. 

Sam rushed to his sister’s side and lifted her head to support it in his lap. Dean’s expression paled when he took in the macabre state of his sister; she had been hurt protecting him. He quickly shifted her on her side and placed pressure on the wound.

‘Y/N…Why did you do that? I could have handled myself..’ His voice was shrouded with guilt. She wanted to tell him that he would have died, but she could not form the words; her lungs had been damaged. Instead, with her quickly depleting strength, she lifted her hand to rest on his cheek. He knew what she meant by it, closing his eyes as a sob quaked in his chest. 

‘You’re going to be okay…’ He cried. Sam had been silent through all of this, but her head shook as, he too, sobbed. Their reactions conveyed the opposite of Dean’s words. She was not going to be okay. She was going to die. 

Y/N thought of Damon, the vampire who she had somehow come to love and her promise to return to him. When he inevitably tries to contact her, will he assume she is ignoring him? Would he think she ran away? Fear settled in her stomach, she would never see him again. Unbeknownst to either of them; their last moment had already elapsed. She wept in despair, and her brothers cringed, believing it to be her pain. But no physical affliction could equal the mental anguish she faced now; she would never see Damon again. She felt light-headed and her body washed over with a tingling cold, as though she had developed a fever; she knew this was the end. Y/N looked at her brother's faces each in turn, drinking them in for the last time, she wished, at this moment, they could have been happier; she did not want to remember them like this.

Y/N felt a strange heaviness, as though the earth itself was pulling her down into the depths of its crust. Her thoughts began to slow, each one taking longer to form as if wading through a thick, dark sludge. The pain and torment that had just gripped her so fiercely began to ebb away like a receding fog; a euphoric numbness now standing in its place. This profound sense of release was like nothing she had ever experienced.

Darkness began to set in from the edges of her vision, like a gentle, encroaching tide. Her already stunted breaths grew shallow, each one more laboured than the last, until they stopped altogether. Her figure was now a caricature of the person she once was, Y/N was empty; as though she had never existed at all.

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PART FIVE OF 'REVENANT' SERIES Damon Salvatore x Winchester!Sister!Hunter!Reader  The Vampire Diaries x SupernaturalMini-Series Synopsis: Y/N Winchester was tired of living in her brothers' shadows; she needed to do something for herself for a change. When she heads to Mystic Falls, a town she was always warned to stay away from, she finds she may have taken on more than she can handle. Will she be able to eradicate the supernatural from the uncanny town? Or will she find herself tangled amongst it? WARNINGS: Descriptions of violence. Words: 3,127k Blog Masterlist / Series Masterlist <Previous Part | Next Part > A/N: I am so sorry this part took so long to come out.

Dusk set over Mystic Falls as Damon and Y/N made their way to the founder’s ball, the street lamps they passed under casting a golden hue against them. Y/N could feel her heart beating in her throat. Three times she had attempted to take a peek at Damon on the sly and three times he had already been looking her way. She did not know what scared her more; his lack of attention for the road ahead, or the fact he was seemingly staring at her. Y/N’s heart leapt as she discerned Damon’s hand lying open-palmed beside the handbrake, she knew he meant for her to grab it, but she could not force her suspicions out of her head. The calmness his presence brought her could only be short-lived. What if her unwilling intuition was right? What if he was a vampire? Once again, she thought back to the archives in the civil hall, one of the documents, dated 1864, had displayed both his and his brother's names.

Y/N swiftly quelled this concept, she was being ridiculous. Damon was a Salvatore, one of Mystic Fall's most cherished founding families, she had spied him with Liz Forbes working to eradicate vampires; she had known all this since the day she met him. 

But she also recalled her original assumption, from their first meeting at the grill; she had thought he was one of them. But no, he could not be.

For a town so engrossed with tradition and heritage, would it be so outrageous to assume he and his brother were named for their late ancestors? And besides, a hunter could not love a vampire; it would go against her very nature. Her very reason for existing.

Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat after this internal admission; love. She loved him. Warmth unfurled in her body like the first summer day after a most grim winter. She was in love with Damon Salvatore; everything about him. 

She loves his stupid jokes, his dark hair and crystal blue eyes, and the way he looks at her with them. She loves the things he says, and everything he does and every time they part she loves knowing she will see him again.

She took a quiet breath and placed her hand in his, fingers entwining. When she peeked at him once more his lips were turned into a smile that creased his eyes, and she realised abruptly that she also loved his smile; more than she had ever loved anything. No, she did not believe he was a vampire.

Y/N let her love for Damon settle into every alcove of her being, she felt it from her fingers to her toes. But most of all she felt this love proliferate in her heart. It was something she had been so sure she understood. She loved her brothers, and although it had always been harder to admit, she also loved her father. But this was different, it was all-consuming, so insufferably intense, yet despite all this; calming. She had never felt she belonged anywhere, never found her place in this world. And somehow, in this uncanny town that she had only planned to inhabit briefly, she had found a home in the comfort of Damon's presence. 

She could not believe, after everything she had been through and everything she had witnessed, through all her short-lived stays in unfortunate towns, that she would fall for someone so easily. For the longest time, she had held herself aloof from relationships; as though she was above them. Y/N understood that any bonds she formed would never amount to anything more than ephemeral, fleeting. But Y/N had also known falling in love with Damon would be as easy as the phrase proposed; as effortless as falling; and fallen she had. Her love for him was now as certain as the sun rising in the east and setting in the west, and she did not want to believe it.

‘You know, I thought you’d never take the hint’ He said, smirking now, and brought her hand first to his lips and then to rest upon his knee. She felt a blush flood her cheeks and she was sure they glew vermillion. His affections had never been this blatant before.

‘I love how easy that is.’ He continued when she did not speak and with her most recent revelation fogging her thoughts, she realised suddenly that she had no notion of what he had meant.

‘How easy what is?’ Her breath came in quickly as she tried to function normally. To behave as though she had not just become aware of the certitude with which she loved the person sitting beside her. Though when his smile faltered, she knew she had failed, and she wanted nothing more than to see him smile again.

‘It’s easy to make you blush, it’s become a pastime of mine… something I’m very good at.’ He said this earnestly, though there was an air of jest to his comment. Her cheeks felt hot again, this time in embarrassment; after all, she did blush a lot. 

He removed his hand from hers leaving it feeling cold and vacant, and lifted it to her face, reposing the back of his fingers against her cheek. He stared ahead at the road, with one hand on the wheel and an expression seemingly far away, and just as she dared thought he would mutter something profound, he opened his mouth to whisper,

‘Exhibit A, you’re blushing again. I get it though… I’m charming.’  He turned to her again, his smirk returning, and this time Y/N smiled with him. He always had something stupid to say.

The rest of the drive to the venue had been silent, though Y/N's thoughts had never been more deafening. She loved him. She loved Damon. She ran away from home and fell in love with the first man she saw. Y/N suddenly felt sick. If Dean were here right now she knew she would never live this down, she supposed that would mean her brothers could never find out. They pulled into a car park.

‘Y/N, are you alright, you’ve been acting strange.’ Her performance had not been as foolproof as she had thought.

‘Yes, I’m fine, it’s just… I’ve never been to anything like this before.’ She was surprised with how natural the lie came across, she could tell Damon believed her. He rolled his eyes and grabbed her hand again.

‘You don’t have to worry, I won’t let you embarrass yourself.’  He lifted her hand to his lips and gave a sweet kiss, never breaking eye contact. Heat flooded into her cheeks for the umpteenth time that day and she wondered if she had gotten it all wrong, maybe this supposed love was nothing more than a school-girl crush; she was certainly acting like a school-girl. 

Damon let go, got out of the car, and began making his way to the passenger side. Y/N knew what he was doing and quickly rushed to get out of the car herself, despite everything that had happened and everything she realised about him, she was not going to let him dote on her; she was too proud. 

‘Won’t you let me be a gentleman for once?’ He groused in fake chagrin.

‘But Damon, that would be unlike you…’ She smiled easily like everything was right in the world.

‘Why must you always offend me?’ He admonished, as he linked his arms with hers. Y/N’s attention quickly shifted to the sound of music and chatter coming from the ornate Lockwood mansion. She breathed in deeply and closed her eyes, only now becoming aware she had not lied before, Y/N was nervous; socialising had never come easy for her. 

‘Don’t worry Y/N, you’re fine.’ Damon used his free hand to lift her chin, and he smiled at her encouragingly,

‘If we stand around any longer, we’re going to be late.’

The ball was already in full swing as the unlikely couple, arms linked, made their way through the grand doors. Y/N gaped in awe at the opulent chandeliers and sweeping floral arrangements adorning the sumptuous room; she had never beheld anything like it. For a moment she allowed herself to ponder all the period dramas she had watched in dingy motel rooms depicting such scenes, standing in this grandiose setting made those childhood evenings seem a lifetime ago. 

The dulcet tone of one of Chopin’s many waltzes flowed from a piano standing in the corner of the makeshift ballroom and Y/N observed as gowns twirled in a beguiling amalgamation of colour, she shuddered at the thought of joining them; she would not be caught dead dancing. 

‘May I…’ Damon unlinked their arms to instead hold his hand up in an offer, he wanted to dance,

‘No… Absolutely not…’ Y/N gasped, ‘I need to have at least 20 more drinks in my system before I do something like that.’ 

‘Come on Y/N, you’re at a ball, live a little.’ Damon’s mouth turned into a lopsided grin, she assumed he was happy to discover something that unsettled her, her responding look was scathing.

‘I wasn’t kidding about the drinks.’ 

The Winchester grabbed his still outstretched hand and guided him to the bar she had spied opposite the dancefloor. Already placed upon an embellished silver platter sat countless glasses of champagne, she grabbed two, and turned toward her dark-haired date.

‘Champagne is crucial for a great evening’ She said mirthfully, handing him a glass, 

‘I suppose we better have some then’ Damon's voice turned grave, his change of tone startling her. She gazed up at him in shock, Damon looked over her shoulder, eyebrows furrowed; she followed his line of sight. A man had just walked into the building, he had dirty blond hair that sat in curls upon his forehead. She was bemused to realise she had never seen him before; was he new in town? 

Damon grabbed both their glasses, eyes lingering on the man and placed them back on the platter.

‘We’ll have some later… May I?’ Finally breaking his gaze, he held his hand out for her to grab, his tenseness unsettled her, she could tell he was making an effort to remain calm. She took his hand and together they walked past the make-shift ballroom and towards a hallway, Damon leading her away by the small of her back, but when the enigmatic man from moments earlier turned the corner behind them, his grasp shifted further around her waist,

‘Klaus… What a nice surprise.’ Y/N noticed the way Damon’s tone turned ever so slightly at the word ‘nice’, as though it left a bad taste in his mouth. She wondered who this man was, and why his presence had Damon tightening his grip on her waist, pulling her closer. She watched in trepidation as his stance became more guarding, shifting forward marginally so that he was now standing between them. Her stomach dropped, Damon was scared of this man, and that scared her.

‘My date… was just leaving, going to get us drinks.’ He lied easily, gesturing to the bar the way they had come, now letting go of her completely to instead stand between them.

‘Damon… I…’ Y/N started, 

‘I would like a bourbon, neat.’ He turned to face her fully, eyes pleading, she had never seen him this timid.

‘She can get drinks in a minute, I don’t believe we’ve been introduced, my name is Klaus Mikealson.’ 

Klaus held out his hand for her to take, and if Damon had not been acting so strange she would not have thought twice about taking it. He was perfectly charming. However, he also gave the impression that this introduction was not merely optional, so with a deep breath and one last look into Damon’s beseeching gaze, she connected her hand with his.

‘Y/N Walker.’ She said simply, not wanting to grant Klaus any more than this.

‘You look lovely this evening, Y/N.’ 

She felt his eyes look her up and down, measuring her and when his gaze promptly halted on her upper left arm dread washed over her being like a torrent. He lifted his hand once more, moving the fabric of her sleeve upward. The body tape she had carefully placed had seemingly come undone.

‘An interesting tattoo…’ He spoke his words inquisitively, though a divergence in his tone told the young Winchester that he knew exactly what it was. Klaus’s grip shifted to above her elbow as he turned to Damon, 

‘A hunter… you brought a hunter into our midst.’ Damon took a step back from him, a feeble attempt at getting closer to the girl, but it was redundant. After months of no detection, Y/N could hardly believe her cover could be thrown so easily, by something so negligible. Klaus quickly pulled Y/N towards him and placed his hand under her chin as if in a caress, but the seething look in his eyes told her it was anything but.

‘This isn’t personal, love, consider it housekeeping. I prefer to keep my town hunter-free.’ 

His other hand cut into her chest, like a hot knife through butter, a feat she did not believe possible. She looked down at her body, her stunning crimson gown growing a darker red beneath his hand and acknowledged what she had known from the moment he had seen her tattoo, Klaus was a vampire, and she was going to die. He had chastised Damon for bringing a hunter with him, and she could think of only one reason why. All along, her intuition had been right and she had deluded herself into thinking otherwise; all because she loved him. As she looked into the harrowed expression contorting his features, she considered for a moment that maybe he had loved her back; but none of it mattered now.

The taste of blood on her tongue was accompanied by the appearance of a searing white-hot pain now strewing through her chest. It was agony like she had never known. Pain she would not wish on her worst enemy. 

Y/N knew she could not survive this. Dark spots replaced all colour as her vision began to recede, and her knees collapsed beneath her. Before the world could fade completely the pressure of Klaus's hand disappeared, followed by a crash opposite them; she imagined Damon must have torn him from her, as she was now being held up by his shaking arms. She opened her eyes long enough to spy all her closest friends making their way towards them, the commotion must have caught their attention.

Their faces were grim but unsurprised, and she wondered dejectedly how many of them were in on this secret. How could she be so out of touch? To not suspect her own friends? They made their way straight to Klaus, to restrain him, she presumed.

The world blurred fast around her and for a fleeting moment, she let herself believe that this was the end. But with the feeling of a cool breeze shifting her hair, she realised she was being moved. Towering trees enwreathed her peripheral and her rapid breath turned to white vapour in the air. Damon, hands quivering, placed Y/N delicately on the damp forest floor as though she would break at the slightest touch.

‘No… Y/N…’ Damon winced, it was the most dreadful sound she had heard. He was hurting. She forced her eyes open to look at him and immediately wished she had not. 

Black veins appeared beneath the eyes she had come to adore, but they were no longer the pale blue shade she loved, the whites had turned red and inhumane. He lifted his wrist to his mouth which, to the young hunter's horror, had formed fangs and made a small gash. Y/N pressed her eyes shut again; she did not want to believe it. She felt Damon clutch onto her jaw, and despite forcing it open, his touch was benign, as though he worried she would disappear under his grasp. 

She tried to close her mouth, she understood what he was doing, but her attempt was futile; he was too strong.

‘Please Y/N… You need to drink this… Please. ’ He shook her shoulders in desperation and she felt her whole body moving with his disruption, the pain in her chest intensifying. She told herself the pain was a good thing, it meant she was alive. He forced her jaw wider trying to force down his blood; she was not cooperating. Sobs quaked in his chest as he persisted in his pleading,

‘Please Y/N, I’m trying to help… Please.’ His weeps were gut-wrenching, and despite everything she had learned, what she now knew about him, she still did not want to hear him hurt like this. She stopped struggling and let the awful, hot, liquid pass her lips. 

Her affliction receded and the relief was beyond anything she had ever experienced. The heavy state of stupor Y/N had just been under seemed to subside immediately. She lifted her hand to examine her chest and its stark bareness unsettled her; as though everything that had happened since she met Klaus had been nothing but a horrendous nightmare. But then she discerned that blood had defiled her stunning gown, beneath where his hand had been. Klaus had tried to take her heart, but no such wound was in sight; she felt sick.

Damon had healed her; he was a vampire.

‘Damon… you…’ She started but Damon grabbed her head and pulled her in for a desperate kiss, his tears mixing with the blood on her cheeks. All at once, the world fell away and the sole thing she cared about was the blue-eyed man before her. But all too soon, with a relieved exhale, he broke their kiss and placed his forehead against hers holding either side of her face tenderly.

‘You’re okay… you’re okay…’ The words were directed at Y/N but it sounded like he was reassuring himself, like he was trying to convince himself she was truly there.

‘I thought you were… I thought…’  He mumbled, she cut him off,

‘I’m fine Damon, I’m okay… I promise.’ She whispered.

It was at this moment that the full events of the day struck her. She recalled all her late father’s lessons, everything she had learnt from him to make her the hunter she is today. And despite all these lessons, and all his warnings, she loves Damon; she loves a vampire.

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PART THREE OF 'REVENANT' SERIES Damon Salvatore x Winchester!Sister!Hunter!Reader  The Vampire Diaries x Supernatural Mini-Series Synopsis: Y/N Winchester was tired of living in her brothers' shadows; she needed to do something for herself for a change. When she heads to Mystic Falls, a town she was always warned to stay away from, she finds she may have taken on more than she can handle. Will she be able to eradicate the supernatural from the uncanny town? Or will she find herself tangled amongst it? WARNINGS: Descriptions of Violence. Words: 2,064k Blog Masterlist / Series Masterlist <Previous Part | Next Part >

Monsters consumed her entire world; Y/N thought of them every day and in every moment. She would watch people as she passed them on the street and wonder if they harboured any grim secrets; monsters were considerably more common than one would expect. However, there was a time when this was not the case. As a young girl, she never fully understood why her family moved from motel to motel, never finding a home to settle in. 

She and her brothers would stay in the shabby rooms, watching cartoons as their father disappeared for hours, only to return covered in grime and blood. Eventually, Dean joined in on these late-night escapades and soon after, Sam. They held hushed conversations over old-looking journals Y/N was never allowed to see. 

She had never known anything different; it came alongside her life of greasy diners and dingy mattresses.

However, she had always known that something was wrong. Even at a young age, she was bright enough to know that normal fathers did not teach their children how to wield knives and set traps. And they definitely did not pass their six-year-old children handguns. Her small hands and feeble arms barely able to hold on as it recoiled.

On the morning of her eleventh birthday, her father had taken her to an old friend, saying she needed a specific tattoo and that he would not ask questions. The young girl was shocked. Y/N knew this was not regular for kids her age; she supposed they were only for grownups. However, looking back, she recalled her brothers receiving them as well. Her father hushed and comforted her as she cried in his arms; the pain was like nothing she had ever experienced. When she drew back from his embrace, upon her upper left arm was now a star, enclosed by a circle of black, simple flames. Her father had told her that 'it was a small amount pain for a lifetime of protection from things that would hurt her'. She shuddered when she thought of what these 'things' might be. 

However, by her next birthday, she no longer had to wonder. Y/N would never forget the day she learnt about the frightening past-times of her family. It was a turning point in her life, something she could never change, no matter how many times since that moment she wished she could.

The tires of the Impala had rolled noisily over the gravel of the dimly lit car park. The motel's neon sign flickered, casting an eerie glow across its sleek, black metal as John Winchester pulled out onto the barren street. Inside the room, the air was palpable. Y/N remembered every detail of the night perfectly. The smell of old books and gun oil mingled with the acrid tang of old manchester. She recalled how the walls seemed to sag under the weight of time, the air thick with the scent of dampness and decay. She was supposed to be alseep as her adolescent brothers, Sam and Dean, sat hunched over a precarious table, staring fixedly at a map.

Across the room, Y/N lied on her side, back turned and clutching the pillow with white-knuckled fingers. Her eyes were wide, staring unblinkingly at the peeling wallpaper of the motel, the thump of her pounding heart reaching her ears. 

Y/N Winchester, the youngest of the three, had always had a lingering suspicion that her family was disparate from that of a regular household. Their late-night departures and whispered conversations had all hinted at something dark, something they deliberately withheld from her. 

But as she listened to the low humming of their voices, her whole world had unravelled. Monsters, demons, and things ‘that went bump in the night’ were real. And her family hunted them.

Dean's voice broke, brueque and urgent, breaking her from her spiralling thoughts. 

‘We've got a lead on a group of vampires, Sammy. Pack your bags. We’ll leave in the morning.’ Sam nodded, his gaze fixed on the map. 

Y/N's breath hitched. Vampires? She had always believed they were creatures of folklore and myth, the subjects of peoples’ nightmares. But suddenly, the reality of this fact became true for her. Had she not seen her father carve out intricate stakes? And replace the bullets in his guns with wooden alternatives? She had been too young to give any of these details consideration. Though as Y/N lay in the bleak corner of the room, absorbing the information her brothers had unknowingly disclosed, she felt remarkably obtuse.

Y/N sat up and allowed her consciousness to become known to her brothers. 

Her voice had shaken, fear entwined between each syllable. ‘Vampires?’

She had wanted to say more, but her words caught in her throat. 

Both heads snapped up, surprise and shock corroding their features. Dean's eyes widened, and he exchanged a quick, concerned glance with Sam.

‘Y/N, you shouldn't be awake,’ Sam had said, his voice holding an edge of distress,

‘No, I need to know,’ Y/N insisted, her hands trembling. ‘What else don’t I know? Why do you do this?’

Dean sighed heavily, the weight of this fretful secret hardening his expression. The brother did not know how their father would react to their carelessness; she should not have found out like this. 

‘Sit down, Y/N. We'll explain.’

As they spoke and described the monsters of this sphere in great detail, Y/N listened, perturbed yet enthralled. Her childish, insular world expanded with each revelation; the bleakness that her family fought against was far more vast than she had any right to envisage. 

The creatures from her childhood nightmares were real; her father and brothers took it upon themselves to eradicate these fiends.

As days bled into nights, the Impala sped down highways and quiet country roads, carrying the Winchesters from one hunt to the next as it always had, only now, Y/N knew why. She observed and learned, engrossed in every piece of information they shared. 

Her father had attempted to teach her how to wield a gun many years prior, though he eventually gave up, her negligent demeanour discouraging. But with the threat of monsters now a burden upon her shoulders, Y/N reconsidered her juvenile disinterest and learned to fire a gun. She allowed the recoil to sting her palms until callouses formed. 

She memorised incantations, reciting them like a mantra to banish unwelcome spectres. Once a foreign language, the lore became familiar, etched into her memory like the back of her hand.

As weeks turned into months, which then rolled into years, Y/N’s alteration became undeniable; she was a hunter. 

Her knowledge was vast; her determination and resolve were unyielding. Yet, she would always be the neonate of the Winchester clan, never a hunter in her own right.

This fact was the catalyst for her departure to Mystic Falls.

Y/N Winchester hardly believed that a single town could have such a vast history of misfortune; why did this small quaint community hold such an aptitude for catastrophe? Vampires, Witches and Werewolves were just a few of the creatures that Y/N was sure stalked the streets of Mystic Falls, and with all of the disasters claiming innocent lives, she was almost certain that the uncanny town had its fair share of ghosts as well. 

Over the decades, Mystic Falls' history bore witness to many tribulations. Tragedies were not at all uncommon for the abnormal town. Yet its reputation as a charming, radiant community still proceeded it. Y/N had to admit that maybe the council was more successful than she gave it credit for, only not successful enough for her hunters’ disposition.

She found it most curious that the Lockwood family, from what she could discern, had seemingly been cursed with lycanthropy for generations, and despite this, still participated in the council’s hunting of vampires. 

Y/N’s research led her to Civil Hall, which housed the incredibly grim and macabre Founder’s archives. 

Beginning in the early 19th century, the Founding Families, including the Salvatores, Lockwoods, Gilberts, Forbes, and Fells, laid the foundation for the thriving community of Mystic Falls. Their historical influence reverberated through the town's architecture, traditions and the very spirit that defined it. Y/N found that each family brought a unique facet to the tapestry of Mystic Falls. They built homes, a school, and a place of worship. As the seasons passed, Mystic Falls flourished, its streets lined with elms, its gardens ablaze with vibrant blossoms and the town square; a bustling hub of commerce and camaraderie.

Amidst this idyllic setting, the Founding Families recognized the coexistence of the supernatural world alongside their own, understanding that the existence of these paranormal fiends could not be known by the greater population. So they established the Town Council, set on eradicating these monsters from their picturesque town. Under their leadership and protection, the Council became the linchpin of Mystic Falls' unique social fabric. And although they attempted to cover the town’s dark secret with reports of ordinary things, it was a delicate balance and one that required vigilance and discretion. However, the holes in their stories did not go unnoticed by the young Winchester.

She had found that in 1864 during the Civil War, Confederate Soldiers had fired on Fell’s Church, believing the establishment had been harbouring weapons. Twenty-Seven people were killed. However, this report did not sit well with Y/N; its contents held many hallmarks of the recent ‘animal killings’. To the young hunter, it sounded like a coverup. 

Y/N travelled to the forsaken church nonetheless, bearing an EMF Meter and salt. She was unsurprised to find that the building held no signs of the odious spirits you would expect. Though, beneath its old withering structure, lay an abandoned tomb; Y/N shivered, wondering what had been inside it.

Y/N was sure to return to the archives in Civil Hall as there was too much to look at in one session. And upon her second trip, she uncovered something that left her feeling uneasy. In storage were artifacts from a heritage display recently held by the Founder’s Council; within said display was a registry listing the names of the guestlist for the original Founder’s event. 

The document had read,

'The Founding Families of Mystic Falls, Virginia welcome you to the inaugural Founders Council Celebration on this, the twenty-fourth of September in the year Eighteen Hundred and Sixty Four.'

Her gloved fingers skimmed down the old parchment until she reached a name written in an even, ornate scrawl. She felt her heart beating in her throat, 

'Damon Salvatore'

No, she thought, he couldn’t be…

She hollowly noted the name of his brother 'Stefan Salvatore' stetched onto the aged paper as well. Y/N, heart sinking, recalled her initial suspicion of Damon on the night they met; she had felt saddened by the idea of him being a monster. Though, she had quickly ridiculed these ideas as she learnt of his surname. Y/N dejectedly reminisced Caroline’s warnings, and suddenly, she heard them in a new light. 

'Y/N, he’s bad news; how many times do I have to tell you before the message sinks in?'

Y/N had thought Caroline’s dislike for Damon was due to some trivial gossip. Though was it possible her admonitions hinted at something much more sinister?

She shook her head as if trying to banish unwelcome thoughts; once again, she concluded that she must be overreacting. He hailed from a Founding Family; they did not take matters of the supernatural lightly. And besides, she had heard him talk of the animal killings with the sheriff herself. He could not be a vampire. 

Perhaps these people on the registry had been namesakes for the brothers? Surely, in a community that valued its heritage so much, it would not be unusual to be named for your late ancestors? And as a hunter, how could her instincts be so wrong? So out of touch? 

Y/N Winchester had not yet fallen in love with the blue-eyed man, though with each conversation and interaction, Y/N knew falling in love would be as easy as the phrase proposed; as effortless as falling down. 

No, she thought, this time more confident, he couldn’t be. 

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PART TWO OF 'REVENANT' SERIES Damon Salvatore x Winchester!Sister!Hunter!Reader  The Vampire Diaries x Supernatural Mini-Series Synopsis: Y/N Winchester was tired of living in her brothers' shadows; she needed to do something for herself for a change. When she heads to Mystic Falls, a town she was always warned to stay away from, she finds she may have taken on more than she can handle. Will she be able to eradicate the supernatural from the uncanny town? Or will she find herself tangled amongst it? WARNINGS: Drinking, Descriptions of Violence. Words: 2,103k Series Masterlist <Previous Part | Next Part >

A month had passed, and Y/N still found herself in the preternatural town of Mystic Falls; with every passing moment, her case became more thorny and twisted. Though, there were two things of which she was certain.

Vampires in this town did not succumb to their usual prison of daylight; the only logical explanation for a lack of night prowlers was that they simply did not need to prowl at night.

Secondly, the reason Y/N could not get any information from the townspeople was because they genuinely did not know anything; she had the nagging feeling their minds were patched up with fake accounts of nefarious events that they were unfortunate enough to witness. Y/N shuddered to think that maybe her memories had been played with, too; after all, she would not know. Y/N took to writing down everything she uncovered; if she were right about the memory tampering, all of her evidence and theories would be there to rediscover.

Y/N begrudgingly gazed upon her tenuous evidence in the form of a journal. Countless farfetched “animal attacks,” both historical and recent, missing persons and hospital break-ins. She knew three blood bank robberies had occurred within a fortnight, and yet no action had been taken by order of the sheriff. It was redundant to attempt a case so premeditatedly shrouded by the authorities, whose ill-judged aims of keeping locals nescient only paved the way for more of these “animal attacks”. 

The stalemate the young Winchester found herself in was beyond frustrating; she could not deaden the voice calling for her brothers’ help in her head, though her stubbornness prevented her from doing so. The further this case progressed, the more impossible it became, its virulent tendrils unfurling in every which direction. 

But the vampire case was not the only thing that frustrated Y/N; she found herself becoming quite comfortable in the uncanny town. Remaining in the same place for a couple of months gave her a strange sense of stability she had never experienced before. She found herself building relationships, and as depressing as it was, for the first time in her life, she could confidently say she had friends. 

The renowned Mystic Grill played a pivotal part in this; every other night, the locals would flock to the establishment, blissfully ignorant of the wary pastimes of their councillors. It was the seemingly tight-knit nature of Mystic Falls that first attracted Y/N to the town, and although she had only resided there for a short while, she had already begun receiving invites to their extravagant founders' events. 

Of course, Y/N was wise as to what these seemingly inconspicuous gatherings really were, though she still found the fact she was already being invited heartening. 

Though friends and a sense of community were not all that was new, Y/N tried desperately to quell the feelings she had growing for the sardonic Damon Salvatore. Of course, she had had fleeting crushes before, but this time, she found herself infatuated. She was kicking herself for ever allowing it to happen. She would go out of her way to see him, convincing herself that she was only investigating the case, trying to get into the inner loop of the founders' council. Deep down, Y/N knew she was lying to herself. 

The sound of a knock on her motel door snapped Y/N from her thoughts. Hastily shoving her journal under her bed and tucking her wooden-bullet-filled revolver in the waistline of her jeans, she strode over and glanced through the glass peephole, finding Caroline, an overbearing but lovely girl Y/N had come to call a friend, standing on the other side clutching what looked like a flyer. With a sigh, Y/N heaved the faulty door open,

‘Hey Caroline, I wasn’t expecting you here; excuse the room, it’s a mess.’

‘I don’t know why you stay here; I keep telling you we have a spare bed.’ Caroline’s response was doubtful; she already knew what Y/N would say,

‘I’ll get my own place eventually; for the meantime, I’m happy staying here.’ 

Y/N liked the idea of staying in Mystic Falls, continuing the relationships she already held dear. She thought of her brothers and how long her anonymity here would last; how long did she have before they found her and forced her back?

‘Oh well, I didn’t come here to judge your living conditions; I came here to give you this.’ 

Caroline held out the piece of paper Y/N had thought was a flyer, though upon closer inspection, she could see it was an invitation to a ball.

‘Another event?’ Y/N’s words were incredulous,

‘I know, we always have them, but you need to come to this one.’

‘I’ve needed to attend the last few founders' events.’ Y/N’s fingers formed quotation marks as she spoke; Caroline ignored her jab,

‘Elena, Bonnie and I plan on heading into Richmond to find gowns; you’re welcome to join.’ 

Although Y/N acted as though she held herself aloof from these girly hangouts, between being an only daughter and living on the road, they had been something she had never experienced before, and she could not help the excitement and giddiness she felt every time she was invited. 

‘Okay, I’ll see if I can make it… Will Damon be there?’ Caroline’s eyes rolled so far back into her skull that Y/N was worried they would be stuck there. 

‘I’ve told you a million times, and I’ll tell you again. He. Is. Bad. News.’ She very carefully emphasised each word. It was Y/N’s turn to roll her eyes,

‘You know, I don’t understand why you’ve got such a big problem with him; you can tell me you know.’

‘Just trust me, okay? You don’t want to get mixed in with him; it doesn’t end well for anyone.’

Y/N wished she would heed Caroline’s advice; she could not afford to get mixed in with anyone, bad news or not; her lifestyle did not allow it. Though for a century and a half now, it seemed Mystic Falls was in constant danger from the Supernatural, would it be that unforgivable if she stayed and protected these people? Protected her friends? 

Y/N quickly learnt that Caroline was a fan of advice; if anything happened, she had an opinion about it. For the most part, Y/N found it endearing; she could tell it came from a place of care. So why was it that she was so vehemently against Damon? What was it about him that caused Caroline’s dismay? These questions riddled Y/N’s thoughts as she sat alone in the very spot she met the dark-haired man, knowing that it would not be long before he sat in the vacant space beside her. 

‘Why the long face?’ The satirical voice she had come to adore sounded from her left, and the face in question quickly shifted to a grin,

‘I knew you would be showing up soon; that’s enough to cause despair in anybody.’ Or at least Caroline, Y/N thought sardonically. Damon’s hand quickly covered his heart, his expression mocking offence.

‘You wound me.’ 

Damon pulled the stool next to the Winchester girl out from under the bench and lowered himself onto it with a hefty sigh, catching the eye of the young bartender,

‘House bourbon please…’ He glanced at the empty crystal glass clutched in her hand, ‘make that two,’ he added,

‘Thanks.’ She muttered, 

‘You know, I’ve noticed you never buy me drinks.’ He teased, eyes crinkling with his smile, Y/N scoffed, 

‘Nice try, Damon; I’ve seen your house. You don’t need me to buy you drinks.’ Her eyebrows furrowed,

‘What is it that you do for a living any way? How can you afford a house like that?’ Damon did not answer, instead, he waved his hand dismissively. He never answered personal questions; it was beyond frustrating. However, she understood she was being hypocritical; none of her new-found friends knew anything about her, nothing real anyway. She continued,

‘It doesn’t look like you have the time for a job; you spend all your time here.’ Y/N spoke with fake judgment; she spent a fair amount of her time here as well. She raised her eyebrows expectantly, hoping her statement would elicit some sort of answer, but to no avail; Damon simply took a sip from his glass and moved to another topic,

‘Did you get your invite to the ball? I heard the girls were going to get gowns. ’ His tone was teasing as he wiggled his eyebrows. Y/N rolled her eyes,

‘Yeah, I’ve also been invited to the shopping trip; I don’t know what I’m going to get; I've never been a dress person.’ 

‘Well, whatever you end up wearing, I’m sure you’ll look stunning; that’s something we have in common.’ Y/N's cheeks heated at his comment; she should be used to it by now; their whole relationship was built on cheap pick-up lines.

‘You flatter me.’ A chuckle escaped with her words, 

‘Speaking of the ball… Were you going with anyone?’ His words were hesitant but aired with confidence, 

‘You’re kidding, right? You’re just about the only person I know in town.’ Y/N was incredulous,

‘Well.. in that case… I suppose I better take you.’ 

Two days passed, and Y/N found herself in the back seat of Elena Gilbert's SUV, trying desperately to quell the feeling of giddiness settling in her stomach; the idea of a girls-day-out excited Y/N in a way she had not anticipated and although she had tried very hard to act aloof, she fears she had not been successful. 

Every time she complained about dresses, shoes and jewellery, Caroline, Elena, and Bonnie shared knowing looks. 

The day passed slowly, Y/N quickly learning to nod politely at the dresses she believed were only ordinary and gush over the ones she thought were stunning. By the end of their trip, Y/N knew that the girls would pass as goddesses at the ball, their embellished gowns complimenting each one of them wonderfully. Though she had not foreseen how difficult it would be to come to a decision herself, each dress she tried on never quite hugged or sat the way she wanted it. But when she glanced up at a mannequin she had yet to see, the dress she knew would be hers lied upon its shoulders. 

The burgundy gown adorned a tight-fitting velvet bodice, its sweetheart neckline drawing out to meet hanging chiffon off-shoulder sleeves. Y/N thought the skirt looked like deep gushing blood as it extended from the pointed waist of the bodice to the floor, its chiffon overlay flowing delicately to meet the rest of the dress on the ground. Complimenting the dress was a pair of long gloves made to match its ornate material and a necklace of warmly coloured pearls encrusted with a brilliant red jewel. It was utterly perfect. 

She drew closer to the gown, fingers stretching out to glide over the impossibly soft textile and called the saleswoman over, asking politely if she could have the dress and accessories to try on. As she held it up before her in the changing room, she was astonished to realise the material was even more stunning up close. 

She took timid steps from the changing room, treating the gown with utmost care. As she turned the corner, Y/N heard subtle gasps come from her entourage, her cheeks suddenly deepening to a pretty shade of vermillion. 

‘Oh my goodness, Y/N, you’re stunning’, Bonnie spoke earnestly, Elena nodding in agreement.

‘Hot and sexy are the words I’d use; whoever you’re bringing is a lucky guy’, Caroline added. Y/N was sure she suddenly looked culpable; Caroline’s eyes narrowed.

‘You know, you never mentioned who was taking you, only that somebody had asked.’ Caroline’s voice was suspicious, 

‘Well, um…’ Caroline raised her eyebrows as though she was already anticipating Y/N's answer, 

‘Damon may have asked me the other night.’ Caroline closed her eyes and sighed,

‘Y/N, he’s bad news; how many times do I have to tell you before the message sinks in?’ Her tone was frustrated,

‘You’ve never actually told me why he is “bad news.”’ Y/N’s fingers formed quotation marks around her last words. Bonnie, Elena and Caroline exchanged glances; they knew something they were unwilling to disclose to her, and Y/N would find out what it was. 

A/N: I wanted to add a reference for the dress Y/N found, though I could not find one that matched what I pictured, so I decided to draw what I was envisioning instead.

Here is a link to the image: https://i.pinimg.com/750x/60/af/61/60af61d9f9d20b5a4afa52cc71505831.jpg

Revenant ✢ Damon Salvatore ✢ Masterlist

The Vampire Diaries and Supernatural Mini-Series

Synopsis: Y/N Winchester was tired of living in her brothers' shadows; she needed to do something for herself for a change. When she heads to Mystic Falls, a town she was always warned to stay away from, she finds she may have taken on more than she can handle. Will she be able to eradicate the supernatural from the uncanny town? Or will she find herself tangled amongst it?

Important Note: This is a mini-series, I have come up with an original line of events as it is not set during any particular plotline for either show, I wanted this fic to remain as spoiler-free as possible while also making the two source materials easy to incorporate.

Disclaimer: I will probably write more parts for this series than I have listed below, though I currently only have planning and material written out for the chapters already listed.

Table of Contents:

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine (Coming Soon)

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PART ONE OF 'REVENANT' SERIES Damon Salvatore x Winchester!Sister!Hunter!Reader  The Vampire Diaries x Supernatural Mini Series Synopsis: Y/N Winchester was tired of living in her brothers' shadows; she needed to do something for herself for a change. When she heads to Mystic Falls, a town she was always warned to stay away from, she finds she may have taken on more than she can handle. Will she be able to eradicate the supernatural from the uncanny town? Or will she find herself tangled amongst it? WARNINGS: Drinking, Descriptions of Violence. Words: 2,257k Blog Masterlist / Series Masterlist Next Part>

Y/N Winchester’s brothers always warned her to stay away from Mystic Falls; if a hunter crossed its border, they may as well have been signing their death certificate, but, of course, she did not listen. Y/N wanted to prove herself and show them that she was not second-rate. And besides, would it not be immoral to allow these killings to continue unchecked?

Y/N glanced down at the evidence she had gathered about the town; it was apparent that the area was plagued with vampires, and the authorities had an abominable habit of covering it up. Coroner reports were sprawled across the small motel table in front of her, all claiming the same thing: that its victim died of an animal attack. However, reports of punctured necks and bloodless corpses affirmed otherwise.

The vampires of Mystic Falls were careless yet evaded scrutiny effortlessly.

Speaking to the locals achieved little, and she always walked away empty-handed. They had no accounts of antisocial behaviour or people who only seemed to make appearances at night. When speaking to witnesses, they stood unsure and dubious, as though blank spaces riddled their memories. Something else was at play here, and Y/N would uncover it, no matter the cost.

Her phone's small screen flashed again, accompanied by its trilling ring for what seemed like the umpteenth time that day, vibrating and moving against the table it lay upon. The name ‘Dean’ was written in large letters across its display. Y/N sighed and lifted the device to her ear.

‘What do you want?’ She grilled in annoyance,

‘Oh, she finally answers,’ His voice heavy with the sarcasm the young Winchester had grown accustomed to over the years.

‘Yes, I finally answered, though that didn’t answer my question, what do you want?’ Y/N reprised

‘Y/N, you know exactly what Sam and I want. We haven’t seen you in weeks, and we have no idea where you are and if you’re safe; before you picked up the phone, we had no idea if you were even alive. You need to end this stupid kamikaze mission and come back to the bunker. It’s stupid to hunt alone; you could be killed; don’t pretend that’s not what you’re doing. We aren’t stupid.’ His lecture rolled off his tongue hot and fast, Y/N rolling her eyes in response, wishing for a moment that he was there to see it.

‘No need to worry about me, brother. I can handle myself, and you know it.’ She countered,

‘Y/N…’ But before he could continue, she hung up, putting her phone on silent and shoving it into her jacket pocket.

Only two seconds passed before it began to ring again, though she ignored it just as thoroughly as all his previous calls. Typically, Y/N’s brothers would have just tracked her down, though she was smart enough to disconnect all means of GPS location and give them and everyone they knew a wide berth. She even had precautions in place that prevented them from finding her by means of magic, reducing them to countless feeble attempts of merely asking her for her location, and she would never waver. 

If Y/N had a dollar for every time Sam or Dean rang or texted, she could stop all the credit card fraud she was committing and live the lavish life a hunter could only dream of.

Once again, she looked down towards her incongruous evidence; she had reason to believe the town council was an inner circle of people in Mystic Falls responsible for the lazy cover-ups and the nugatory upkeep of the town’s safety. The council consisted of members from a group called ‘The Founding Families’, and her research showed they had occupied the small Virginian town since its forming in the mid-1800s, and it seemed to her Mystic Falls has been having occasional run-ins with vampires ever since. Suddenly, both of her brothers' warnings began to make more sense.

Y/N sighed and wrapped an overcoat around her jacket. She could do with a drink; besides, it wouldn’t hurt to try and gather more information about this uncanny town.

The door of the grill whined as she pushed it open, the crowded chatter of the busy Friday night meeting her ears immediately. She forced her way through the traffic of the locale and straight to the bar, deciding to sit next to a dark-haired man clad in a leather jacket with his shoulders hunched over a glass of whiskey. She looked toward the young bartender cleaning out a crystal glass with a towel he had just pulled from his shoulder; the sound of her stool being dragged from under the bench brought his attention to her. 

‘I’ll have a double shot of Jameson, neat, please.’ She asked sweetly, hoping the boy would not ID her. She was already 21, though the nature of her pastimes meant she only had fake identification, and any excuse not to use it was excellent in her eyes. Much to her relief, the boy placed the glass in his hands before her and began to pour her drink. She pulled her phone from her pocket, a feeling of exasperation making itself known as she gazed upon the nine missed calls from Dean and the four from Sam. Answering the call earlier had only made them worse. She had barely brought the glass to her lips when the dark-haired stranger spoke up,

‘I can’t help but notice you’re a new face around these parts; what brings you to Mystic Falls?’ His accompanying smirk was flirtatious, and though only an idiot would overlook the apparent sublimity of his features, she was in no mood for mucking about. She returned the smile regardless, hoping to scour him for more information. 

‘What makes you think this is a new face?’ She asked, using the same sweet tone she used with the bartender.

‘Trust me, I’d recognise a face like yours if I’d seen it before.' She wanted to ignore the cheap pickup line, though she could sense a blush creeping onto her cheeks. Y/N could hardly believe that this man she had only just met could affect her so quickly, 

‘Well, I’m not exactly new; I’ve been visiting for around a month.’ Y/N didn’t want to say too much; she had not yet developed a backstory. He raised his eyebrows, waiting for her to continue,

‘I was thinking of moving here permanently, though, now I’m not so sure with all these killings… by animals, of course…’  

Y/N decided it was best to get straight to the case; she was not here to waste time. Average eyes would not have noticed how his eyes tightened ever so slightly when she mentioned the animal attacks.

‘And now, why would that concern you?’ He used a light tone, though traces of accusation lay beneath. This did not go unnoticed by her; was it possible he was one of them? Her chest clenched; she had just met the man, though the idea of him being a monster saddened her in a way she could not have anticipated. She smiled nonetheless and made sure it reached her eyes.

‘I’ve made a hobby of hiking, and I think it would be unfortunate to have my cortical artery torn from my throat, wouldn’t you say?’ She did not know what possessed her to speak these words; could she have been any more obvious? He leaned closer, his piercing blue eyes adhered to her. Her breathing halted.

‘Yes, very unfortunate…’ he leaned back again before chuckling and exclaiming loudly,

‘How rude of me; I just realised I never introduced myself. I’m Damon Salvatore.’

Suddenly, it all made sense; he hailed from one of the founding families she had read about, Salvatore. Y/N felt a peculiar sense of relief. He was not a vampire like she initially suspected but rather part of the secret council hellbent on eradicating them, albeit not successfully. He held his hand out expectantly, and when she connected her own with his, she noticed a very conspicuous lapis lazuli ring adorning his fingers. It resembled that of an ancient family heirloom.

‘I’m Y/N, Y/N Walker.’ She thought it was best not to use her real surname; her family had gathered quite the reputation within the supernatural community, and this was the name printed on her fake ID anyway.

‘I think you’re quite right not to hike in the woods, Y/N, but I hope that won’t deter you from remaining in this town; it would be sad to lose a pretty face like yours.’ Y/N could feel her heart beating; she was sure the whole room could hear it. Y/N quickly looked down when she felt another blush forming. Damon turned to the bartender and slid her empty tumbler back over the bench,

‘She’ll have another Jameson, this time on me.’ 

From then, the conversation moved on to trivial topics, and Y/N found it difficult to proceed in her inquiry, given she was posing as an oblivious newcomer. A little while later, a woman clad in a sheriff uniform approached the pair, donning a solemn expression.

‘Sheriff Forbes…’ Damon nodded in acknowledgement; this was another name Y/N recognised from her research of the town, another founder. Y/N studied her face; she looked unsettled and nervous, as though she wished to speak with Damon but refrained in case of eavesdroppers.

She sent a pointed glare towards Damon and nudged her head ever so slightly in Y/N’s direction. Damon took this as an opportunity for introduction,

‘Liz, this is Y/N, she’s new in town.’ Liz smiled and sent Y/N a small wave,

‘It’s nice to meet you, though; I’m sorry to barge in like this. Do you mind if I borrow your friend for a moment?’ She spoke kindly, though her nervousness was present in her voice.

‘No, not at all; I should probably be heading off soon anyway.’ Y/N smiled at the sheriff before pulling her phone from her pocket and trying to seem engrossed in something displayed on the small screen. Though her attention was drawn entirely to the whispered conversation between the two founders

‘There was another body found earlier, ruled as an animal attack again; of course, though, there is only so long before people begin questioning these reports.’ Y/N could feel Liz’s eyes glancing toward her spot on the barstool; Y/N was careful to continue scrolling through her phone aimlessly until the sheriff looked away.

‘Liz, you know I’m doing everything I can to find these culprits; soon enough, they’ll make a mistake, and we’ll be able to make our move against them.’ Damon also looked at Y/N from the corner of his eyes before very deliberately looking back to Liz. Was it possible they could be suspecting her? She was new in town, after all. For the first time, it occurred to Y/N that maybe Damon had been investigating the ‘animal killings’ this evening as well, and now Y/N found herself in the middle of it. She took this as her leave,

‘I should probably head off now; it was lovely meeting you both.’ Damon and Liz smiled in response, traces of their secret conversation disappearing behind amiable façades. 

Her brothers’ phone calls continued; Y/N was kicking herself for answering the previous day; she should have seen it would make them so much worse. Sam’s name illuminated the screen of the vexing device, and for a moment, she considered crushing it under her foot just to silence the inconsequential piece of plastic and metal. Though reason returned to her just as quickly as it left, and instead, she lifted the mobile to her ear,

‘Hello, Sam.’ She sighed into the phone. She knew the calls would not stop either way now; she may as well entertain them. She heard Sam give a subtle gasp as though the sound of his sister’s voice shocked him, and that was probably not far from the truth.

‘Y/N, hear me out before you hang up, okay?’ She stayed silent, waiting for him to continue,

‘Dean and I really need to know where you are; we’re supposed to look out for you, and before you give me that “I can look out for myself” crap, it’s irrelevant, we know you can look out for yourself, but you don’t need to, whatever hunt you’re on Dean and I can help you, we’ll do it together.’ Sam spoke sincerely, 

‘It’s a kind offer, Sam, but seriously, I know what I’m doing, and besides, inviting you and Dean on the first hunt I’m attempting by myself defeats the whole “I’m going off on my own for a little while” scenario, wouldn’t you say?’ 

‘Please, Y/N, just tell us where you are,’ Sam implored. Y/N could hear the low grumbling of the eldest Winchester in the background, pleading for the phone she imagined. 

‘I’m sorry, Sam, but I think I should do this alone’. She said, ‘I’m going to hang up now, okay?’

‘Wait! Y/N’ But before Sam could say anything more; she disconnected the call; Y/N closed her eyes and sighed. She hated going behind her brothers’ backs, but she was sick of her abilities being overlooked. 

Going on hunts with them meant staying behind in the motels, researching, while her brothers went out and got their hands dirty, returning triumphant from defeating the monsters Y/N had helped them discover. What good was all the combat training and exercise she did if she could never put it into action?

No, she would not invite her brothers; she would do this alone.

A/N: I designed my own page break for this series; what do you think? 

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Silent Night

Info: Y/n Winchester was always fond of Christmas, but this Christms is silent as her brothers grieve the loss of their sister.

Relationship: Winchester sister

Sam walked into the bunkers kitchen to see Dean sitting at the table, bottle of beer in his hand as he stared in front of him. It was Christmas morning, but it was all but bright for the Winchester brothers as their light had been taken from them. Y/n Winchester had always been the one for celebrating Christmas, despite her brothers complaining, so she made it special when they moved into the bunker.

It was a simple case, or so it was meant to be.  A simple vampire nest, but they should of known better. The bloodsucker had snuck up on her, and neither brother had time to warn their sister before she was grabbed from behind, the vampire watching the brothers as he sucked their sister dry.

Dean and Sam walked in front of y/n, Sam keeping a firm grip on their sister as they walked the dark hallway where the nest was meant to be kidding. Usually the brothers would have their sister between them, protecting her from both ways, however with it being daylight they thought they'd be safe, with the nest no doubt asleep.

Feeling his sisters arm slip from his, Sam turned to warn her to stay close, only for his breath to catch in his throat when he seen what was behind her. Dean went to yell at his brother when he tapped his arm repeatedly but when he quickly went quiet as he seen the sight, raising his gun to try distract his sisters attacker.

"You and I both know that gun is useless on me." The man snarled at them before biting into the young girls neck, said victim screaming in pain. "Y/n." Sam yelled, not caring if he drew attention. "Son of a bitch you let her go." Dean yelled, trying to calculate a way to kill him withut hurting y/n. "Dean." Y/n cried out, arms flaring as she tried to get the teeth out of her neck. "Your gonna be okay y/n." Sam tried to comfort her, staying in front of her as Dean moved to the side. "Damn it." Sam shouted in frustration as the nest began to appear. "Sammy." Y/n cried out, pushing against the vampires head to try get him off her. "Leave the girl, she'll be dead by the time we're finished with these." The head of the pack stated.

A thud was heard as the vampire let go, allowing y/n to fall to the ground. Attempting to grab her weapon, y/n cried out as her attacker stepped on her hand, pops being heard as bones were no doubt broken.

"You bitches are gonna regret everything." Dean yelled out, moving to try to get to his sister only for two men to jump on him. "Actually I believe it is you who will regret everything." The leader announced, snarling at Sammy as he raised his machete.

Y/n could only watchthrough blurred vision as her brothers fought the nest, trying to make it quick so they could get to their sister. Blood sprayed on the brothers faces as they made quick work through the group, but just as they thought they were finished a young girl, no older than their sister, was seen leaning over y/n, who was moaning at the slight touch.

"Please, don't. We,,we can let you go, just leave our sister alone." Sam pleaded, trying to disperse the situation. "Sam, Dean." Y/could be heard weakly calling out to her brothers. "Your okay y/n, your gonna be okay." Dean called to his sister, wanting to comfort her as he eyed the girl on top of her  "I'm tired." Y/n whined, eyes closing from tiredness. "Keep your eyes open for me sweetheart. I just need you to last a little longer." Dean stated, "Sammy." He mumbled to his brother. "I know, I know." Sam stated, keeping his eyes on his sister. "You'll let me go." The girl asked, clearly only turned recently as she kept her eyes on y/n's wound. "Yes, just please, spare her okay." Sam bargained, watching with hope as the girl moved slightly away from the Winchesters, clearly struggling. "I'm sorry." The girl stated before grabbing y/n to feed on her. "No, no no." Sam repeated, holding his hand out in front of him.

Dean rushed towards his sister, raising the machete in his hand to cut the head off his sisters attacker. Hearing movement beind her the girl raised his head to look, but never had the chance to see the oldest Winchester before her head was wiped clean off. Sam took the chance the move to their sisters side, shushing her as she screamed from the sudden touch.

"Your okay, I got you your okay." Sam shushed her, moving her lightly only to cause pain for her, " I know I'm sorry."  "Sam." Y/n cried, trying to cling to her brother. "Yea it's me." Sam grabbed her hand and moved it so it lay on his chest, and she gripped his flannel weakly. "Your gonna be okay y/n. Just stay with us." Dean's voice could be heard behind her. "I'm tired." Y/ whined, putting all her weight onto Sam as he wrapped his arms tightly around her. "She's lost a lot of blood." Sammy stated, running his hand up and down her arm as he felt the coldness radiating off her. "I know, we just need to get her to the bunker and we can treat her than." Dean stated, determined to help his sister. "How are we going to get her blood Dean." Sam whisper yelled, holding y/n's head to his chest as she cried. "I'll sneak into the hospital, they won't miss it." Dean snapped before placing a hand on y/n's back, "Here give her to me." 

Sam pried y/n's weak grip easily off him, allowing Dean to take her in his arms. Y/n let out a whimper and Dean was quick to hush her, bouncing her gently as he got back onto his feet, allowing Sam to snag the keys to baby from his jeans pocket before they made their way to the car.

Y/n had winded up passing out in her older brothers arms as Sam drove them to the bunker, and it panicked the brothers. Sam had winded up going to the hospital, Dean staying with the girl he practically raised as his own as she lay lifeless in his arms on her bed. Unshed tears were evident in the mans eyes, but all he cared about was her.

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"Dean..." "Don't." Dean interrupted his brother, not wanting to talk. "I'm gonna grab some food, do you want anything." Sam mumbled, grabbing the keys to baby. "No." Dean sighed, not looking at his brother as the door shut beind him.

Deans eyes were glued to a picture of the three siblings from when they celebrated their first Christmas at the bunker.

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Dean and Sam sat on the couch, watching their sister as she skipped around the place, tinsel in hand. Growing up the Winchesters never really had Christmas, but somehow y/n had an unexplainable love for the festive holiday, and it annoyed Dean. Sam could only watch with a smile as she draped tinsel over the banister, while Dean rolled his eyes, having no time for this nonsense.

“Y/n, why are you doing this?” Dean groaned, throwing a hand down his face. “It’s our first real home, we can finally stay in one place.” Y/n squealed with delight, loving the idea. “I think I prefer moving around, at least than we didn’t have all this colour around us.” Dean muttered, causing Sam to elbow him roughly. “Dean, leave her be. She doesn’t get a normal life, let her have this.” Sam stated to his older brother, and Dean only sighed as he rolled his eyes. “Can we get a Christmas tree?” Y/n asked out of nowhere. “Excuse me.”  Dean asked, appalled at the inquiry. “I want us to get a tree and decorate it for Christmas.” Y/n stated, and Sam chuckled at Deans reaction. “I don’t see the point of trees indoors.” “Come on, let’s go find one we can take, cause we ain’t buying one.” Sam stated, trying to help. “And baubles, with lights.” “Let’s not give Dean a heart attack and just remain casual.” Sam spoke, putting his hand on y/n’s back as he guided her up the stairs. “Christmas.” Dean mumbled, grabbing his nearly empty bottle of beer and finishing it.

It wasn’t long till y/n and Sam returned, with Sam dragging a half broken tree down the steps behind y/n, who was grinning ear to ear as she held a box of lights and baubles. Dean groaned, but couldn’t help the smile on his face as he seen the way his sister was.

“Come on Dean.” Y/n grinned, placing the boxes on the table before running over to her brother excitedly, grabbing his hands to pull him off the couch. “Alright alright. If we do this will you stop?” Dean asked, wanting to finish his sisters nonsense. “Help us decorate and I will, I promise.” Y/n grinned from ear to ear, quickly moving to the boxes she had abandoned. “You know you love it really.” Sam smiled at Dean as he glared at the taller Winchester.

The night was spent with the Winchester brothers helping their sister, and y/n had managed to get Dean to let her play some Christmas tunes as they did the tree. Although he wouldn’t admit it, Dean was slowly starting to enjoy the festivities of the night, he even allowed Sam to place baubles on his ears. Seeing her brothers laughing, she opted to grab her phone and snap a picture of Sam laughing while Dean eyes him from the side. She let out a squeal when Dean grabbed her phone before pulling her towards them, squashing her between him and Sam.

“Say Merry Christmas.” Y/n giggled, seeing Dean holding the phone out to take a selfie of the three of them. “Merry Christmas.” Dean and Sam cheered, Sam draping the last of the lights over y/n’s shoulders last minute.

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Sam frowned as he stood at his car, watching the families that were laughing and playing with their new toys in the greenery across the road. Each parent stood wrapped up in their coats, most trying to get their children to put on a coat over their Christmas jumpers. A young girl, around y/n’s age, was seen walking along the road with her phone to her ear, giggling at something that was said. Tears built in Sam’s eyes as he remembered the laughs y/n and them would have on Christmas day.

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Sam was roughly pulled away from sleep by a certain teen jumping on his bed. Y/n may of been 16 but she would never outgrow the tradition of waking her brothers on Christmas morning. The morning would start with them being awoken, Sam trying to prolong y/n waking Dean up, before they would join each other for breakfast at the table, and than y/n would open the stocking she would never outgrow.

"Good morning y/n." Sam groaned, smiling slightly at his sister. " Merry Christmas." Y/n grinned, wrapping her arms around her brother. "Is it Christmas, I wouldn't have known." Sam mocked her, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her on top of him. "Course it is, December 25th, the one day we don't hunt." Y/n cheered before squirming as Sam rubbed his beard on her forehead. "Stop moving, I need mt teddy to stay still so I can sleep." Sam stated, moving y/n to his side so he could cuddle into her more. "But it's Christmas Sammy, we have a busy day ahead." Y/n laughed, allowing Sam to pull her under the covers, sighing in content as she lay her head on his chest. "I think I'll just stay here today." Sam sighed, closing his eyes to go back asleep. "I'm going to wake Dean." Y/n announced, growing bored of lying in bed quickly. "No you won't." Sam persisted, trapping y/n from moving before the door opened. "Ah now, that's not fair, where's my hugs." Deans voice was heard from the door, and Sam laughed as he let y/n go. "Merry Christmas Dean." Y/n shouted, running to jump on her oldest brother. "Merry Christmas sweetheart, let's get this over it."  "You love it really." Sam spoke, moving to stand beside Dean as they watched y/n skip down the hall. "Only cause it makes her happy." Dean stated, crossing his arms.

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The day went by slowly, and neither brother felt any of the festivities as they sat at the table, shoulders slouched as they both nursed a beer with one hand. The corner where the tree would lie was empty, and there was no childlike laughter around the place. The lights no longer shone, and the tunes no longer played. Instead there was silence, and the memories plagued the brothers mind.

Stocking Filler

Info: Living on the road means no Christmas tree, but Dean makes sure his little sister has some of the Christmas magic.

Relationship: Winchester brothers x sister

Living on the road with an 8 year old was hard, but during the Christmas period it was harder for the brothers to keep their little sister lively. Seeing all the Christmas trees at each motel they went to, y/n always frowned when she seen the boxes that were underneath the tree. When they went to victims houses and see the piles of presents underneath the tree for the kids, Dean felt disheartened, knowing his sister couldn’t have that. But he wanted her to have some form of a normal childhood, so tried to do something special for her each year.

Y/n always stood admiring the Christmas lights that dotted the shops ceilings during Christmas time. She loved to press the buttons of each teddy bear or decoration she seen, much to the annoyance of her brothers. For an 8 year old she was very understanding when it came to their lives being very different to that of a normal family, but December she was always disappointed, knowing she couldn’t have the Christmas joy regular kids her age had.

“Sam, what is Christmas?” Y/n asked, looking up at her older brother innocently. Sam’s heart broke a little, knowing she wouldn’t get to experience the magic. “Well, Christmas is different for everyone. But for most of the world it’s a time for family and presents.” Sam spoke as he crouched down to his sister. “Why do they have a tree indoors?” Y/n asked, confused. “Well they place presents under the tree and then open them on Christmas day.” “Why don’t we have that?” “A tree in baby, no way.” Dean remarked, shaking his head rapidly at the thought. “No silly, presents.” Y/n giggled, and Dean and Sam looked at each other with sadness. “Our gift is each other, that we survived another year of hunting.” Dean smiled, crouching down beside Sam. “I like our present.” Y/n smiled widely, throwing her arms around her brothers necks. “Me too.” Sam sighed, patting his sisters back slightly.

Y/n pulled apart from the two older Winchesters before running down the aisle to where a large bear was dressed up as Santa and dancing. Sam watched her as she began wiggling with it with a laugh before looking to Dean who was moving away from him.

“Where are you going?” Sam asked his brother, frowning at him. “Getting her a selection box.” Dean stated, moving towards the chocolate section. “Your gonna make her hyper.” Sam called out. “No, I’m gonna give her Christmas memories.” “With a box of chocolates?” “Every kid loves them Sam.” Dean remarked, throwing his arms out before flipping him off.

True to Deans word, he got y/n a selection box, and she was over the moon to see the box cut out like a stocking . And true to Sams word, she became hyper on the chocolate, refusing to leave even one bar left. She winded up causing herself a sugar crash with all the giddiness she had, and Sam glared at Dean who avoided his sight.

“Told you she’d get hyper.” Sam snapped at his older brother. “Oh one day of her being hyper, the tragedy.” Dean spoke, acting scared, “let her live like a normal child for once Sammy, she doesn’t get that often.” “There are other things that could give her a normal childhood for a while.” Sam shot back. “Like the playground or something.” “It’s Christmas Sammy, you see her watching the presents under the trees and lights hung around. She doesn’t get that normal Christmas that every other child does, let her have this”  Dean spoke harshly, glancing in the rearview mirror to watch as y/n moved around in her seat to an uncomfortable position. “Who’s fault is that?” Sam snapped. “Don’t go there Sammy.” Dean shouted, only for Sam to look back when they heard whining, “Look I know you don’t agree with the way dad has her life, but we can make it a little better by giving her some aspects of a normal childhood alright.” Dean spoke softly, not wanting to wake their sister. “Right.” Sam sighed, leaning his head against the window.

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Case after case the Winchester’s rolled through each town, barely stopping for more than a few days, and soon it was Christmas eve. Dean had parked the impala at the top of the hill, and before Sam could remark about his choices the oldest brother leaned back to shake y/n who was covered in Sam’s jacket as she slept.

“What?” Y/n asked tiredly, not opening her eyes. “Come on, I want to show you something.” Dean spoke, moving to get out of the car. “What?” Y/n asked again, this time opening her eyes. “Yea what?” Sam asked, also moving to get out of the car. “I heard town folks talking about their annual firework display Christmas eve.” Dean explained to his brother before opening the back door and lifting y/n out of the car. “This is your way of giving her some form of Christmas.” Sam asked, confused as he grabbed his jacket. “Think positive Sammy.” Dean remarked, placing y/n on the hood of Baby before jumping on himself, Sam wrapping y/n in his coat once again.

The sibling trio remained silent as they overlooked the town below. Y/n leaned against Dean tiredly, and he wrapped an arm around her to keep her from falling. Seeing the crowds of people begin to gather down below, Dean nudged y/n to wake her up once again.

“Watch this y/n.” Dean spoke, leaning down to tuck some of the girls hair behind her ear. “Huh?” Y/n mumbled, confused on what was going on. Look.” Dean pointed to the sky as the display began.

Hearing the first bang, y/n quickly woke up and looked ahead with wide eyes. Sammy couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his face, grabbing one of y/n’s little hands to squeeze them reassuringly. Dean jumped down from the impala to lean against it, keeping his arm around y/n’s waist. He looked at the young girl to see her watching amazement, and he smirked at himself. Y/n quickly grew accustomed to the bangs, and began to giggle as the colourful sparks lit up the sky. Sam shared a look with Dean, nodding in confirmation.

“They’re pretty.” Y/n remarked, reaching a hand out in front of her. “Yea they are.” Dean smiled, looking at his sister who’s eyes never left the sky. “Can we watch them again?” Y/n asked as the display finished, a light trace of smoke filling the air. “Maybe another time. It’s getting late.” Sam spoke, and y/n awed in disappointment. “Hey now, no sad face for tonight of all nights.” Dean spoke, placing a finger under y/n’s chin to lift it up. “We’ll see them again soon.” Sam pointed out, and y/n smiled at that. “Why don’t you go to sleep, we’ll be at our next spot soon.” Dean leaned down to kiss y/n’s head before picking her up. “Will you stay with me?” She asked, snuggling into Dean’s chest. “No way is Sam driving.” Dean spoke quickly, causing y/n to lean away from him. “I’ll stay with you y/n, don’t mind him.” Sam spoke, sliding into the back where y/n happily crawled in to snuggle with her brother. “Yea your gonna be so stiff.” Dean remarked, sniggering at the thought of Sam’s long legs going numb from the back. “I don’t care if it gets her to sleep.” Sam remarked back, rubbing y/n’s arm gently as she closed her eyes. “Don’t complain to me when your legs go numb.” Dean spoke before starting the engine. “You know for someone who went out of his way to give y/n some form of Christmas, your very sour when it comes to getting her to sleep in the car.”  Sam remarked. “I can’t hear you over the music.” Dean spoke, even though they both knew he could since it wasn’t that loud.

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 Christmas morning, Dean and Sam sat at the table while y/n slept in. They were researching for their new case in town, and with libraries close for the holidays they only had their old laptops to work on. Dean looked over Sam’s shoulder when they heard movement, and soon a little face popped up from the pillows.

“Rise and shine sleepyhead.” Dean remarked, and y/n only groaned, turning away from them.

Sam didn’t turn around, waiting for the little one to come up to them. When he heard movement, he braced himself for impact, only to hear a gasp instead causing him to whip his head around in confusion, missing the smirk on Dean’s face.

“What’s up y/n?” Sam asked. “A socks one the floor.” Y/n replied, jumping off the bed. “That is where you threw them last night?” Sam spoke, confused. “Not my sock, a big sock, bigger than yours.” Y/n remarked, lifting up the sock with excitement. “What?” Sam asked, whipping his head to look at Dean who sat there with a smirk. “What you get y/n?” Dean called out, and y/n came running to them. “There’s something in it.” Y/n spoke excitedly, throwing the sock onto the table as she climbed onto Dean’s lap. “Damn right there is, it is Christmas after all.” Dean commented, and Sam chuckled in disbelief. “What you get y/n?” Sam asked, closing the laptops and moving them away to make room.

The brothers watched as y/n excitedly tipped over the sock, allowing the contents to fall out of it. Small toys, a bouncy ball and some coins landed on the table, and Dean moved y/n’s hair out of her face as she looked through the contents excitedly. Sam looked over y/n’s head at Dean, who just shrugged at him. Seeing a Christmas card at the bottom, Sam reached out to get it, before reading it and laughing.

“What?” Y/n asked innocently, reaching for the card. “I think this is for me and Dean y/n.” Sam spoke, moving his hand away from y/n. “It was in my stocking.” Y/n spoke sassily. “It isn’t exactly for your age.” Sam remarked, looking at Dean with a raised eye brow. “It was in the girls stocking Sam.” Dean spoke, smiling as he knew what was in it. “Merry Christmas you filthy animal. Out of all the cards you choose that.” Sam remarked, and Dean just smiled. “Well she is an animal.” Dean joked, tickling y/n’s sides causing her to squirm. “Merry Christmas y/n.” Sam spoke, deciding to ignore Dean’s antics. “IS this Christmas?” y/n asked, squinting her eyes. “This is our Christmas.” Dean spoke, leaning down to lean his head on y/n’s shoulder. “Merry Christmas Dean.” Y/n moved to wrap her arms around her oldest brother, “Merry Christmas Sammy.” She jumped over to Sam, who caught her before she fell. “Merry Christmas y/n.” Dean smiled, bouncing her new ball on the table.

Christmas 2024

Make it to Christmas- Shelby sister Info: Christmas for the Shelby clan were never special, but this year seems t be the worst as y/n, the youngest, has been diagnosed with the illness that takes many away. Warnings: Mention of sick child, child loss, grief

For those who can't be here- Halstead sister Info: Y/n spend her first Christmas without her father, but she tries to remember the good times while making new traditions without her. Warnings: Grief, loss parent

Stocking Filler- Winchester sister Info: Living on the road means no Christmas tree, but Dean makes sure his little sister has some of the Christmas Magic.

Merry Christmas everyone- Prince Fredrich x Bridgerton reader Info: Y/n loves Christmas, even as she grows older, and since her marriage to the prince, she holds a ball to celebrate her favourite time of year.

Christmas always finds me- Jensen Ackles x daughter reader Info: The younger kids may be the ones who Steal Jensen's attention, but their father can always tell when their sister is having a tough time. Warnings: Depression, sadness, loneliness

Sparkling lights- Bridgerton sister Info: Young Y/n Bridgerton loves everything to do with Christmas, especially the lights that line the streets in December.

Singing Carols- Tony Stark x daughter reader Info: Tony Stark wasn't one for singing while sober, but he finds it hard to say no when his daughter asks him to join her choir.

Make it to Christmas- Matt Casey x Halstead sister Info: Y/n and Casey both know their relationship would be better off done, but y/n wants them to stick it out till the end of the festivities.

Silent night- Winchester Sister Y/n Winchester was always fond of Christmas, but Christmas is silent this year as her brothers grieve the loss of their sister. Warnings: Death, loss, grief

Christmas tears- Anthony Bridgerton x wife reader Info: Y/n used to love the festive holidays, but this year she loses something special. Warnings: Child loss, grief

Bring me home for Christmas- Steve Rogers x wife reader Info: Steve and y/ have been married for many years, having grown up together, and y/n wishes for Christmas is to go back to the olden days.

Little Snowflake- Kelly Severide x wife reader Info: Chicago is a magical place in the snow, but it becomes more magical for the Severide family.

Ain't the life for me

Info: y/n Winchester lived a life away from supernatural life, but one day turns that tale around.

Relationship: Winchester brothers x sister reader

Y/n Winchester yawned as she looked the door behind her. It was late at night and she had just finished her shift at the local diner. For the past 4 years she lived a life away from her brothers, contact was limited, bar the odd call the only way y/n communicated with her brothers was by text. They didn’t see each other but they kept tabs on her. Being the youngest of three, Dean and Sam had always been protective of their little sister.

Growing up with a father who had his vision set on catching a yellow eyes demon, y/n had been the after thought until her brothers found out about her. She was the offspring of an affair, and with her mother having no means to take care of herself, let alone a baby, y/n’s father had found the young babe being sprung into his care. He had Sprung the child onto Dean and Sam, and between the two y/n had become someone who knew she could become whatever she wanted to be. They made sure that she knew the basic self-defense skills to defend herself if needed, but they never forced her to learn how to use a gun or weapons. She told them she didn’t want to be involved in hunting, and they respected that, hiding their relief. She was their baby, and nothing could harm her with them around. Or so they thought.

With her headphones in her ears, y/n couldn’t hear the sounds around her. She kept her vision down, with her hood up to protect herself from the harsh winds that was starting to build up. It was unnaturally cold, but y/n took no notice, instead opting to pull her jacket closer to her body. She only looked up when she bumped into someone. Confusion came over her when she seen the figure of her oldest brother in front of her.

“Dean?” Y/n asked, furrowing her eyebrows gently as she took out an earbud. “Hey kid.” Dean smiled at her, throwing a glance over her shoulder. “What are you doing here?” y/n asked, not used to seeing her brother in person. “Had a case close by, decided to come see you before we left.” Sam’s voice came for behind her, and y/n turned to face her two brothers. “Okay?” Y/n spoke slowly before walking down the road again, hearing two sets of footsteps behind her. “Why don’t we drop you home. Save you walking the streets in the dark.” Dean offered, and y/n smiled slightly. “I am quite capable of walking in the dark, been doing it for years at this stage.” Y/n rolled her eyes at her brothers protectiveness. “Come on, don’t you want to spend time with your big brothers.” Dean smirked, and y/n eyed him slightly. “Okay, if you insist.” Y/n shrugged, liking the idea of some extra time with her brothers.

Dean smiled at her and linked his arm with hers, and y/n couldn’t help but look at him weirdly. He was acting out of character. Dean would never link arms with her, in fact if either of them were to make contact with her, it would be Sam. Dean was the type to kiss her head and wouldn’t make much contact with her unless she needed it. So having him this close, wasn’t something y/n was used to. But than again, maybe 4 years meant he wanted to be close to her while he could. She glanced at Sam as they came to a stop, but took a double take when she seen the car.

“That’s not baby.” Y/n spoke. “We’re not your brothers either.” ‘Sam’ spoke, and y/n gasped as she turned around. “Surprise kid.” ‘Dean’ smirked, grabbing her arms as ‘Sam’ opened the boot of the car. “No please.” Y/n begged, throwing her arms out only for ‘Dean’ to be much stronger. “Too easy.” ‘Dean’ chuckled as he forced her into the boot, ‘Sam’ slamming it before y/n had the chance to get up.

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Dean groaned as y/n’s answer machine came through for the 6th time. He had been trying to call her for the last half hour, checking up on her to see how she was getting on. Not answering her phone wasn’t unusual, but not answering after the third time was. Y/n had a habit of answering calls eventually, and made it her mission to answer it after multiple calls. So having to attempt to get through to her 6 times, was worrying. Seeing his brothers frustration, Sam sighed.

“How many times have you tried?” Sam asked. “6. I’m worried Sammy, she never goes this long when seeing calls.”

Sam went to reply only for his phone to light up. Seeing y/n’s face pop up, he showed Dean before answering it.

“Hey y/n, you okay? Dean’s been trying to get through to you for awhile now.” Sam asked, and Dean moved closer, indicating for the phone. “Sam.” Y/n cried out, and Sam froze. “Y/n, what’s wrong?” He asked, and Dean whipped his head to face him as he heard his brothers worry. “Sam, Sammy, please help me.” A mock replica voice of his was heard over the phone. “Who is this?” Sam asked, and Dean rushed over, leaning closer to hear. “Why I’m you Sam. At least to y/n I am. Good old big brother Dean is here too, ain’t ya Dean.” “Sure am.” Deans voice was heard over the phone and Dean took a deep breath as he realized. “Shape shifters.” Dean groaned, and Sam nodded in agreement. “I have to say, it was a lot easier to catch the girl than we thought. She went right along until the last minute. You know may be four years since you last seen her but good old baby ain’t hard to forget.” ‘Dean’ spoke into the phone and Dean grabbed the phone from Sam with a hard grip. “I swear to God if you harm her in any way…” “Careful Dean, you’re a long way away from getting here on time should we do anything to sweet old y/n.” ‘Dean’ Spoke back to his double before a cry was heard. “Let her go.” Dean stated harshly, his hand going white around the phone he held tightly. “I don’t think so, I think we’ll play with her for a bit. What you think Sammy.” “Great idea.” ‘Sam’ agreed with his ‘brother’, throwing a smirk at y/n who squirmed under his vision. “I swear to God.” Dean spoke through gritted teeth. “Say hello y/n, it may be the last chance to talk to them.” “Dean, Sam, please, don’t let them hurt me, please.” Y/n cried as ‘Sam’ grabbed her arm tightly while ‘Dean held the phone to her. “Y/n kid just hold on.” Dean stated, looking at Sam as his brother closed his eyes. “Sorry, signal cutting off. Gotta go.” ‘Dean’ replied into the phone before a scream was heard as the phone cut dead.

“Shit.” Dean cursed, throwing a hand through his hair. “We gotta go.” Sam stated, moving to grab baby’s keys.

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Y/n’s eyes struggled to stay open while she sat in an old wooden chair that felt like it would break at any moment. The shapeshifters of her brothers had long since gone, having gave her a few bruises before leaving her alone. Movement could be heard outside the door every now and then, so y/n knew they weren’t gone far. She was tired and hungry, with her mouth gone dry long ago from lack of water. The taste of blood was evident, and she could feel pain in her shoulders from taking the strain of her tied arms behind her back. She longed for her actual brothers, but she had no idea if she would see them, or their real selves.

Her vision clouded slightly as she fought tiredness, before jumping when the door opened with a bang against the door. Two figures came into view, and y/n could see the Winchester brothers walking in. Noticing the change of clothes, her heart beat increased at the thought of possibly being saved. ‘Dean’ walked over to her and crouched down in front of her.

“Dean?” She asked, hope evident in her voice. “Hey kid.” ‘Dean’ spoke, placing a hand on her cheek before laughing when she leaned into his touch. “Too easy.” He laughed at her as he pushed her face to the side as he got back up, ‘Sam’ smirking as he walked over to them. “poor y/n, can’t tell if her brothers are here or not.” ‘Sam mocked her, and y/n couldn’t help the tear that fell down her cheek as she looked down. “I mean technically they are.” ‘Dean explained, throwing an arm out in her direction. “Just not the nice ones.” He winked at y/n, and y/n grimaced slightly.

The boys heads turned away from her as the sound of footsteps were heard. Y/n looked at the door with hope as a shine of light was seen coming closer to where the trio were. Her breath caught in her throat as she heard the sound of Sam and Dean muttering to themselves, and she let out a shout to gain their attention. Seeing what she was doing ‘Sam’ stalked towards her and grabbed her neck, taking a knife out from his pocket. She could only watch as two figured came in the door, and she smiled slightly as she seen the two faces that appeared.

“Well, look who it is.” ‘Dean’ spoke out, sharing a smirk with the ‘Sam’ over his shoulder before walking towards the two brothers. “Glad you could make it.” “Y/n, you ok?” Sam called out to her, and y/n winched as the hand on her neck tightened slightly. “Oh she’s fine, a little beat up but that does no one any harm.” ‘Sam’ replied to his doubleganger before raising the knife into everyone’s vision. “No.” Dean called out as the knife was brought down, but nothing was felt on y/n’s end. “No, please don’t hurt her, no.” ‘Dean’ mocked the brothers as he turned to face y/n as she was pulled off the chair by ‘Sam’. “Let’s play a game. Hide and Seek. We seek, y/n here hides.” ‘Sam’ smirked, pulling y/n close to him in a side hug. “Winner get’s y/n.” ‘Dean’ winked at her, and y/n squirmed slightly. “To hell with that.” Dean’s gruff voice shouted out, and y/n looked at him. “I just wanna go home.” y/n pleaded, shaking her head as tears welled in her eyes, eyes boring into her oldest brothers. "I just wanna go home." 'Sam' mocked her, pulling her head back.

Dean kept his eyes on y/n’s, his heart clenching to see his little sister so scared. They kept their distance to protect her, but all it did was lead danger to her. The Winchesters had their enemies, he should of known they’d of found their way to their sister somehow. He took a breath in as he nodded at her gently, before moving his gun up and shooting it. Y/n gasped at the loud bang, and felt herself being thrown to the ground suddenly.

“Y/n, move out of the way.” Dean shouted at her, and y/n didn’t need to be told twice.

She made a run out of the room, not turning back as she heard a fight start. Loud breathing was heard repeatedly as bodies were heard colliding. Leaning against the wall, y/n put her hands over her head to cover herself, trying to ignore the loud sounds. When it grew quiet she slowly began to look up, and she gasped as she seen what looked like Sam appear in front of her.

“Y/n.” Sam breathed, moving towards her. “No.” Y/n shouted, not trusting what was real or not. “Hey, hey kid, it’s us. It’s us bunny.” Deans voice was heard as he crouched in front of her, and y/n looked up. “Only one person calls me that name.” Y/n mumbled, recalling her childhood name. “Yeah, only one person would know that.” Dean chuckled lightly, remembering how she got that name. “Oh my God. You’re here, your really here.” Y/n cried, going to reach for Dean, but hesitating slightly. “Didn’t think we’d let them have you did you.” Dean asked, “I mean sure they look like us but are they really as good as the real deal.” Dean joked, causing y/n to chuckle lightly. “Thank you.” Y/n smiled, looking Dean in the eyes. “Hey come here, your old brother needs a hug after four years of purely texts.” Dean smiled, indicating for y/n to come give him a hug.

Y/n giggled lightly before moving to pull Dean into a hug. Dean brought his hand up to cup the back of y/n’s head, kissing her head as she snuggled into his chest. She hadn’t long pulled away from him when Sam moved to pull her to him. Y/n sighed in content, loving being in the arms she used to lay in as a little girl when she couldn’t sleep and needed comfort. The boys laughed happily as y/n moved back to look between the two of them.

“Why don’t we get you home.” Sam stated, cupping y/n’s cheek slightly. “Baby?” Y/n asked, looking at Dean. “Baby’s a keeper y/n, you know that.” Dean told her, and y/n smiled happily.

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The ride home was quiet, the two boys relieved to have their sister safe, and y/n happy to be in the company of her brothers. No one spoke, but they didn’t need to, their company allowed them to know that each of them were safe. Which is why no one moved when Dean pulled up to y/n’s apartment building.

“Want to stay at mine tonight? I have an extra room and a camp bed I can make up.” Y/n offered, hoping her brothers would say yes. “Sure beats a motel.” Sam looked at Dean after a moment considering. “I get the bed.” Dean hit Sam’s chest before getting out of the car, opening the back door for y/n.

Y/n laughed at the brothers antics as they wrestled to the front door. There live might not be for her, but having her brothers with her was the life she wanted, both real and fake.