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Pairings: Dean x sister, Sam x sister

Word count: 900

Warnings: Angst, John being very short-tempered. 

Summary: This is part 2 of the Winchester Sister Series. Read Part 1 here. The reader has an exam but John wants her to join him on a hunt. This leads to some heavy confrontation.

A/N: To all of you who show me love every day by following, reading, reblogging and commenting, I just want to extend my deepest, most sincere gratitude. You guys mean the world to me. Thank you for your love and support. 

I know it’s been a while since the first fic in this series. I promise to update as often as I can. This fic did turn out a bit more angsty than what I’d planned that I felt so upset after writing it. It does, however, sit in well with what I have planned for the rest of the series. Hopefully, y’all will like it. Do let me know what you think!

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“Dad, please try to understand what I’m saying. I cannot miss my test tomorrow. I just cannot.” you plead.

You’ve spent all of last week cramming for your AP history midterm. John had come home last night after weeks of disappearing on a hunt; something he’d been doing a lot of late, not that you had any complaints. Gone were the days when you’d anticipate John’s return from a long hunt. 

The atmosphere in the house had become tense ever since Sam had brought up the idea of leaving for college. Since he’d gone, things had become far worse. John had become exceedingly short-tempered. He had become very curt with you, having still not forgiven you for not telling him about Sam’s acceptance to Stanford.  He’d often rebuke even Dean for “letting” Sam run away. Dean was always patient and obedient despite John’s temper, encouraging you to do the same. You found that it was best to spend time in your room whenever John was around; not being able to tolerate the way John was treating his family. 

You look at John, your eyes beseeching. You can’t believe the conversation you’re having right now. John had wanted to investigate a haunting in an old, dilapidated asylum few towns over and believed it to be the spirits of the patients. He’d wanted backup and insisted on you and Dean accompanying him. You, however, did not want to miss your history exam. 

“You will join us tomorrow. That’s the end of this discussion Y/N.” John says roughly.

“Dad, I’ve spent the entire week studying. Please! I’ve worked too hard.” you beg, as tears threaten to spill.

“I DON’T CARE. I NEED BACK UP AND YOU’RE GOING!” he orders, slamming his fist on the table just as Dean enters holding two grocery bags. His bewildered eyes roam from your now-tear-stained face to John’s fuming one.  

“What’s going on here?” he asks, setting down the grocery bags.

“Your sister refuses to come on the hunt tomorrow.” John states.

“Well yeah… she’s got her history test tomorrow.” Dean remarks, giving John a ridiculous look. “You didn’t say anything to me about Y/N joining us.” 

“I need backup Dean. We don’t know how many spirits are haunting this asylum.”

“I’ll be there for backup dad. Y/N doesn’t have to be there -” Dean prompts.

“I say she does.” John interrupts. 

“Dad - Y/N has worked really hard for this. It’s her midterms.” Dean stresses.

“I don’t remember asking for your opinion,” John states, glowering at Dean. 

“Dad, come on-” Dean starts.

“I knew would happen. Leaving her with you, I gave both of you too much freedom. You’re too easy-going on her. She’s turning out to be just like Sam - choosing school over family. You let Sam run away, it’ll be her next!” John snarls, shouting over Dean’s words.

“He didn’t let Sam run away!” you cry out, goaded by John’s speech. 

“Sammy didn’t choose school over family. He chose school over hunting! And Dean didn’t know anything about him leaving. When he did get to know, he tried to stop it.” you finish, glaring at John.

“Y/N!” Dean starts, realising that the argument needs to be dissipated before it gets out of hand. “Stop. Just go to your room.” 

His words are ignored as John directs his anger at you.“BUT YOU KNEW!” he shouts, spit flying from his mouth. “You knew and you didn’t do a damned thing to stop him. You betrayed this family.”

“Dad, Stop this! Y/N! Go to your room!” Dean insists, but his words are drowned out by John. 

“You’ve gotten quite out of control – helping your brother leave, talking back to me like this. Staying with Dean has spoiled you - letting you think you can get away with anything.” John snarls on.

“Well if you cared so much dad, maybe you should have stuck around!” you retort, balling your fists. 

“Y/N! THAT’S ENOUGH!” Dean shouts, stepping between you and John.

“What did you just say to me?” John asks, menacingly. His face is red and you can see a vein popping in his neck. You’ve seen John apoplectic before but it’s never been directed at you. Sure he’s yelled at you many times but now, his rage is terrifying. You take a deep breathe, deciding that you might as well get this over with.  

“You heard me -” you start, jeeringly but are interrupted by Dean turning to face you, blocking out John. 

“Y/N. GO. TO. YOUR. ROOM!” Dean stresses; his tone final. 

You’re about to retaliate but one look at his eyes dissolves your words into silence. The green eyes in front of you are flared with anger, but you can read the silent plea in them. His temper isn’t directed at you. You’re crossing a line with John and he doesn’t want you to get into more trouble. You hesitate, your lower lip trembling. You don’t want to leave Dean to take John’s wrath all by himself. You start to speak but knowing what you’re going to say, he stops you.

“Y/N, Go!” he says, giving you a sincere look. He places his arm on yours and gives you an encouraging squeeze.

“Okay.” you resign, wiping off a tear. “I’ll go.”

“No! I’m not done with her.” John hisses, his words laced with fury. 

“YES, YOU ARE!.” Dean interjects, angrily. “You and Y/N are done talking dad!. Right now, you and I need to talk.”

You take one last look at Dean. You bite your lip, feeling terribly guilty. He nods at you reassuringly as you leave. You walk away, actively avoiding John’s glare. You consider hiding by the stairs to eavesdrop but decide against it. You’d get yourself and Dean into so much more trouble if you were caught. Dean has just stood up for you. You might even have caused him more trouble by talking back. With a heavy heart, you trudge up to your room. You shut the door and sink to your knees sobbing.

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Find your match: tag game

Hi lovesies, I kinda had an idea, after taking this test I found on @matstegen blog, about Creative Types.

So, I found out that, out of the eight possible creative personalities, I’m a thinker (the description totally suits me, btw lol). And I thought “How cool would it be if among my lovely mutuals I could find the other seven personalities that match and complete mine?”

So here I am, starting this ‘tag game’…

Rules:

Take the test

Reblog this post with what type you got

Tag 7 mutuals to do the same!

Let’s find our matches people!

I’m tagging: @sweetgcreature @its-a-metephor-brian @bohemiandelilah @gottabecool-relax @instantezra @radio-ha-ha @littledarlingwellaway cause they are my squad, but if you want to try and do this, you’re more than welcome!

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PS: my matches would be Adventurer and Visionary

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SPN- Simon Said (2.05)

okay, so writing this particular ep took me FOREVER because i wanted to be able to portray the difference between the impact certain things had on sam vs olive and dean. it just took a while because it’s not how i’m used to writing things, but i think i sorta like the way it turned out

Pairing: Olive Winchester (OC)

Summary: When Sam has another vision, the siblings set out to prevent disaster. Things don’t go as planned, and a few sharp turns are taken

Warnings: cursing, blood, injuries, fire, suicide

Word Count: 7800

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It's my job as well

Characters - sister readerx Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (mentioned) , john Winchester (mentioned) Warning - swearing, angst (I guess), fluff(i think) Hey this is my first fanfic/imagine/whatever it is called do tell me how you like!! “y/n!” Dean called out my name in a tone of annoyance “y/n!!, where the hell are you. We were supposed to leave like an hour ago!” I came out of my room with both my brother"s bag as well as mine. “you know that you are required to take your clothes when you go hunting right? Because I am not spending the next week sitting next to a smelly, grouchy Dean”. My elder brother raised his eyebrow at me and I gave him a wide grin which as I am on countless times told resembles his. “Just get your ass in the car, we are already late and Sam is not even here with us which means it will probably take us ages to figure out what the hell we are dealing with”

“You mean it will take YOU ages, I on the other hand am considered Winchester brain part 2” I sassed back at my brother who rolled his eyes at me and walked towards the garage to sit in his beloved car, I followed him and sat in the seat which is usually dominated by other elder brother Sam.

“alright, let’s get this show on the road!” I did a little happy dance and then saw my brother staring with an expression which clearly stated that he was not amused.

“any particular reason why you are so happy kiddo?” he asked while starting the car.

“I just never get to sit in the front the seat and I must say life is better when you are in the front seat” My brother shook his head and smiled at me. “as long as you don’t want to sit on my seat, I think life is good”

“Well.. I wouldn’t mind” “just shut up and enjoy you front seat life as long as you can and maybe I will let you pick the music if you don’t whine about sitting on my seat”

I scowled at my brother but then the corner of my mouth turned upwards and I started making faces at him. The entire ride was filled with the two of us joking, making fun of each other and talking about all things crazy. For those who don’t know ; my brother is everything to me.,I love him more than anything else in the world he gave up his entire childhood to raise me and Sam. My father John Winchester was never around he was too busy fighting monsters and looking for my mother’s killer. So Dean was given the responsibility of raising me and Sam, he is fiercely protective over me, he has fed me, taught me raised me and that is why I feel bad because he never got the childhood he deserved or the life so when I was around 10 and my brother around 21 I decided that I would try and become independent and won’t bother him anymore because he deserves the world and I wish I could give it to him.

A few days later “it’s a wendigo” I declared. Dean looked up from where his head was buried in the enormous book.

“you sure? ” he asked and I nodded my head still looking at my notes.

“well that means we are going to woods, we should get some sleep and we will make a move at around 11:30 at night. Sound good? ” I looked up at him and smiled, he patted me on the head and smiled back.

I went to the washroom to change in some comfortable clothes and when I got back I saw my brother fast asleep on the bed, I took the blanket from the edge of his bed and covered him up with it, I then removed his shoes and gave him a small kiss on the head, I then went to my bed and was out like a light.

Dean’s POV I woke up at 10:30 and ran a hand down my face, I looked over to the other bed and saw my baby sister fast asleep with her blanket on the ground, I then noticed the blanket around me and realised that my shoes had been removed. I shook my head and smiled, my little sister, the kid I raised. God I love her so much and especially the little things she does for me ,they make me feel so loved. I see it in her eyes that she genuinely tries to make things easier for me, so that I am in comfort.

I get up from my bed to pick up her blanket when I hear her whimper softly in her sleep. I study her face and when she whimpers again, I realise she is having a nightmare, so I cover her with a blanket and sit on the edge of her bed and gently run a hand down her back.“shhh sweetheart, go back to sleep, I will wake you up later” she settles down and I place a small kiss on her head. I watch her sleep contently and then I get up to pack equipment for the hunt.

Y/N’s POV I wake up to someone shaking me, “rise and shine shorty”. Obviously it my big, sleep snatcher brother, I grab my blanket and put it over my head. I hear my brother laugh at me and suddenly my blanket has been snatched from, I get up and scowl at my brother.

“sorry idiot, but we really need to leave, so come outside in 10” He walks towards the door and then turns back around “I know we are hunters and we should be prepared to not only kill but even scare the monsters, but even I think it is really cruel for the wendigo to see your hair in that state, the poor thing might just kill itself.” he says and then quickly runs out of the door before the pillow which I launched can hurt.

“so listen, this hunt is a little more dangerous than our normal salt and burn.just don’t be scared but if you are in trouble save yourself don’t worry about killing it ,okay” I nodded at my brother and both of us went our separate paths.

I was walking in the thick woods, trying to find this sneaky wendigo when I heard my brother shout, I ran as fast as my legs would carry me and saw that my brother was on the ground and his weapon was nowhere near him, as the website was advancing towards my brother, I picked up my weapon and shot the wendigo, which did nothing but piss it off, the monster growled towards me and then slashed me in the stomach I heard a faint “No!!!!” from some corner of the universe but I had blanked out. I woke up in a white room, my arm had a IV in it, I turned my head to see that Dean was sleeping with his head on my bed and my hand firmly grasped in his, I took my other hand and ran it through his hair. He woke up in an instant and looked at me with red eyes which held deep emotions. “hi” I croaked as my throat was extremely dry. “hi” my brother replied back and he moved forward to kiss my head several times. He sat back down in the chair and called for the nurse who came in a jiffy. “hi sweetie, how are you feeling?” she asked me politely with a smile. “just a little sore and groggy” “don’t worry in a few hours you will feel much better, your body has gone through a lot so I want you take plenty of rest and in a few weeks you will be fit again” then she turned towards my brother and told him"just keep an eye on her and take care of her she will be right as rain" Dean smiled at her politely and nodded. She then left the room soon after. “are you okay, did it hurt you? ” my brother looked at me with stern eyes and just nodded sadly. “what"s wrong? ” My brother looked at me with tears in his eyes.“ I am so sorry, you should not be in this bed, you almost bleed out in my arms and it’s my job to protect ,to take care of you sweetheart but now you were hurt because I couldn’t kill the wendigo the first chance I got, and I almost lost you, I can’t do that” my brother put his hands to rub the tears out of his eyes. I caught hold of his hand rubbed the tears off his cheeks. “you have no idea how wrong you are, Dean you saved me I would have bled out and died. You are my hero Dean but that doesn’t mean it is not my job to take care of you, it is my job as well, I love you big brother so thank you for saving me” Dean got up from his chair and sat on my bed he carefully gathered me in his arms so my back was against his chest. He put his head against mine and smiled I turned my head to give him a small peck on the cheek, he smiled wider at that and said. “I love you little sister I will always protect you ” @straightasdeanwinchester @dreamin-of-somewhere-else @spnsisimagines @blacktithe7

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