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Hey Everybody. I just watched the Supernatural finale and..... I don’t have words. What the hell just happened ?!?!?!

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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A Secret Something

Summary - You and Dean had been best friends ever since you were kids. Now that you were both 16 and your fathers were hunting together more and more often it made sense for you, Dean and Sam to all stay with eachother and attend school while they worked jobs nearby. Two teenagers, best friends, living together, some newfound attraction and two scary hunter dads. What could go wrong?

Pairings - Dean x Reader

Warnings - Swearing, drinking, smut, fluff

Part Three

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Almost an hour later you both stumbled through the front door of the motel room telling eachother to be quiet as you both fell around laughing at nothing in particular. Making your way to the counter you poured two glasses of water for the both of you and put them on the bed side table while Dean had starfished fully clothed on top of your bed.

Pulling at his leg and calling out his name you tried and failed to get him to move so you took off his shoes for him and went about taking off your Jeans and pulling out your bra from the sleeves leaving you in a top and panties.

Climbing over Dean so that you were sat ontop of him you pulled at his jacket trying to rouse him “De move your ass” You moaned at him causing him sit up “I’m up, i’m up” He moaned with his eyes still shut, he opened them lazily to find you sat straddling him unzipping his jacket. Looking down and then up at you very slowly with a cheeky grin before settling on your face “Hey sweetheart what you doing there?”

“Nothing, it’s bed time” You smiled at him knowing exactly what he was thinking continuing to coax his jacket over his arms, once he was freed he placed his hand softly on your back and leaned his face closer towards yours. His nose rubbing yours ever so slightly as the green of his eyes looked straight into yours, he was so close you could feel his breath on your lips.

He didn’t move any further than this, his hand pressed firmer into your back and his eyes simply looked into yours seeking permission. Suddenly the affects of the alcohol seemed to dissapear as he looked at you like this with such intentsity and almost fear? His wide green eyes didn’t hold any of his cocky confidence anymore, he simply looked vulnerable to you as though he was scared of what your reaction would be.

Seeing the innocence in his eyes stirred something deep inside you. He was looking at you like he wanted you. He wasn’t just after a drunken kiss and grind, he wanted to kiss you.

Your chest was beating heavy as you looked back at him and it just stirred you on, you wanted him. Not just as a drunken kiss and grind, you wanted him back.

Courage washed over you as you leaned forward meeting his lips with yours. He groaned into you almost immediately as he reciprocated the kiss, starting slow your lips moved soft against eachother until he licked your lower lip seeking permision to enter causing you to hum into his mouth as you allowed him. Grabbing you tighter pushing his chest to yours his hands moved down your sides gripping your waist he lifted his hips grinding up into you making you cry out for him.

After what felt like hours you lifted your head up trying to find some air to fill your lungs, he kissed down your neck hungrily. His stubble scratching you ever so slightly as his hands moved up and down your sides, lifting your top so that he could stroke the soft skin there. His rough hands moving down over your hips squeezing you as he groaned in pleasure that you weren’t wearing any trousers.

Leaning away from him you ran your hands greedily down the muscles on his chest and sides before grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head throwing it to the side.

Looking up at him his eyes were hazy from the drink but they were darker with hunger his lips soft and plump from kissing you, he looked at you as though you were the only thing that he could see and it made you burn with desire for him. Pulling off your top you saw his eyes go down to your chest and his jaw drop before his lips were there kissing every inch of you he could reach.

Overwhelmed with pleasure he squeezed you tight and flipped you onto your back so that he was sat in between your legs. Eyeing you up his hands traveled across your stomach and up to your breasts before he leaned down to kiss you there taking a bud in his mouth licking it softly as your hands found his hair to pull on, the new sensation overwhelming you.

“De that feels so good” You breathed out to him as he moaned back in appreciation before stepping off the bed to take off his trousers eyeing you carefully. Looking straight back at him drawing your tongue against your lower lip you couldn’t help but let out a small whine as you saw his naked bow legs leading up to his black boxers which could barely contain his hardness.

He smiled at your response, the hunger growing stronger in him as he crawled over you pulling his hands through your hair kissing you passionately as your hands raked down his back and your legs wrapped around him pulling him down to you desperate to find any kind of friction. Groaning in response he pulled back suddenly, his eyes growing wide as he took a sharp breath in “Fucking hell sweetheart”

His barely covered penis was running over your folds through your underwear and the sensations were almost too much, he ran two fingers over them swearing as he found them soaking wet from a mixture of the both of you.

You both stopped for a moment breathing heavily, his hand waiting over your underwear his eyes looking your face over as he moved to kiss the inside of your leg softly. While you wanted Dean so bad in that moment fear started to wash over you.

No one had touched you the way that he had already done and now he was asking for more. You trusted him with your whole heart but you’d only recently started touching yourself and the idea of him doing that just felt so overwhelming.

Taking in a breath you sat yourself up facing him your fingers tracing his jawline “De i don’t know” you shook your head slightly looking down feeling almost embarrassed as he cupped your cheek and rubbed his thumb over it forcing you to look up to him with a soft expression over his face “Sweetheart do you want to stop?” You nodded slowly before letting out a small apology.

“Y/N that’s okay don’t say sorry! Baby i wouldn’t want to make you do something you don’t want to do. This is fast for me too.” Chuckling to himself he leaned down before kissing you gently on the lips making you smile into him “It’s late why don’t we just get some sleep?”

Smiling up at him you were so thankful that somebody this sweet cared about you, moving over to allow him space you led yourself underneath the covers facing him as he joined you. You both smiled into eachother as you shared soft kisses, your fingertips outlined his stubble and his thumb ran softly over your hip.

Chuckling to yourself you whispered into his lips “Guess dad was right that guys only want one thing” this earned a groan from him as his eyes went wide with fear. “He’s going to kill me, he’s actually going to kill me”

Laughing loudly at his response you tried to stroke his cheek “Oh yeah we are never telling them about this! We’re just going to have to pretend that nothings going on” Smiling up at you he kissed your nose.

“So is this something then?” He questioned quietly a cocky grin running over his lips as he waited eagerly for your response. Questioning his face for a second you bit your lip before responding “I think maybe it could be something, but a secret something!” Dean nodded in response before you both laughed and his hands found your face kissing you deeply before you both fell asleep cuddled up into eachother.

It was the best nights sleep you’d had in months, the sweet mix of too much alcohol and Deans protective arms wrapped around you had you dreaming of sweet things. The smell of his hair gel and leather settled in you as you nestled back into him.

Opening your eyes you were thankful for the glass of water you placed wating for you the night before, your throat was so dry it felt like you were going to choke. Downing almost the entire glass you noticed that your head had a low buzz from the slight hangover and you groaned in annoyance before checking the time.

10.50am.

“Shit, oh shit! Dean get up! Sammy’s going to be back any minute get your ass out of bed!” Rolling over you rocked his arm back and forth, he moved up to grab your wrist with both hands instinctively stopping you until he realised it was you “What, what’s going on?”

Blinking his eyes open he groaned and rubbed his palm to his forehead, his hangover was evidently kicking in and you let yourself laugh a little at him as you ran around the bed looking for your clothes.

“De it’s almost 11 Sammy’s coming through that door any second and our clothes are thrown around the room, get your ass out of bed!”

Your tone was filled with panic which made Dean look up and pay attention to you. However you were standing by the bed with the only clothing on being your panties as you pulled up your jeans still unsure of where your bra was. The sight clearly distracted him as he lost his train of thought and sat there smiling at you biting his lip until you clapped your hands infront of his face.

“De i’m serious please help me” You begged him pulling out your puppy dog eyes as he looked at you and apologised standing up and handing you your bra that was next to his side of the bed. He was standing there in his tight black boxers he’d fallen asleep in which were now made evidently tighter by his morning wood. Taking the bra thanking him you gestured to his underwear tilting your head unamused “C’mon De seriously?”

“Oh yeah, uhh, morning, sorry” He gave you a small shrug with a side smile leaning down to help pick up the mess before he found some jeans for himself. After the panic of waking up late settled from you you poured out two mugs of coffee for you both to be greeted by two large hands wrapping around your waist and a soft kiss landing on your neck.

“Good morning sweetheart” he murmered into you as you twisted around to meet him, your eyes creasing from the smile he’d just planted on your face. “Good morning yourself” You smiled at him reaching your arms over his neck pulling him down to you kissing him softly, smiling against your lips he kissed you back slightly harder until you were pulling your hands through his hair and his fingertips were dragging into your hips pressing you into him.

You wished that you could stay just like this, just like you two for the whole weekend but ofcourse it had to end. The rattle of the keys in the front door broke you both apart, Dean sitting down at the kitchen table rapidly in an attempt to hide his erection and you turning your back to the door allowing your flushed skin to go down before Sammy walked in.

For the next week this is how you two survived, stealing kisses in the few moments that you could before breaking away as soon as you had started trying to leave no evidence behind. Stealing touches and having silent conversations growing more and more frustrated that Sammy was always there.

Thank god that he was too young to pick up on what was going, you could swear that at some points the sexual tension between you two was strong enough to cut with a knife. Even navigating the kitchen became dangerous as Dean would pass behind you holding his hand to your hip and you’d both freeze involuntarily for a moment just feeling eachother neither of you getting what you both craved.

Deans showers had become more frequent and yours had become longer. A fact that he had definitely noticed, his jaw dropping at you eyes full of lust as you left the bathroom with a cheeky grin looking bashful and ignoring eye contact with him laughing to yourself.

The only time you got to actually be with eachother was when you could steal eachother at school. Sitting on the field sharing small kisses and holding hands navigating through the hallways. Not having to hide your relationship was so freeing and to have Dean actually want to hold your hand and be romantic enough to kiss your cheek without any embarassement made you feel invincible. This strong macho teenager who was rough and masculine was acting so soft and carefree as though this new relationship that you had started just seemed to stir something kind in him and lighten that load that he carried on his shoulders.

He was happy because he was with you and god if that wasn’t the best feeling in the world.

Hi I have a request for a sam x reader where they are on a case similar to dead in the water and the reader is in the water and gets pulled down and almost dies but sam saves her (dean is there too) and just a lot of angst P.S. I totally understand if you don’t want to write it thnx 😁

Hey! I would love to write something like this 😊😊

Hi Guys !!

So I feel like I have been at this blogging/writing thing for a while but I haven’t really talked to anybody or tried to make friends with people on tumblr and this totally my fault since I am quiet an introverted person and it takes me like ages to open up to people so I am sorry I will definitely try to change that. 

Also I have realized that I am not really regular with my posts. Again it is my fault, it is not that I am super busy or anything. I just start reading new books or watching new shows and I have this compulsive need to finish the book or the show at that very second. Also I feel that the more I read, the better my imagination works and I write better as well. So I promise I am going to change that. I am working on a few things and I am really excited to post them. 

So that’s about it! I just wanted to say a casual hey and wanted to inform that there is a human behind this blog thing. I would love to hear from you guys and would love to know you all. I feel like I need to step out of my comfort zone and well this is the first step towards. So thanks for reading this rant !! Love youu  

Always With You - Father Dean Imagine

Status: Not Requested

Word Count: 1,778

Warnings: parent death, drunk driving, mention of social services, parent losing custody of a child

Music Suggestion: Safe & Sound (From the Hunger Games) - Taylor Swift, The Civil Wars

After your mother had died in a horrid hit and run, your father Dean and uncle Sam did everything that they possibly could to keep you in their custody. They were unprepared for the wrath of your mothers parents back in Italy. 

You were six years old and the light of your fathers life. You helped to keep his head in line and you were the final thread of his sanity. Even your uncle Sam benefited from the love you shared. You were their hope and everything more.

It was not to last.

—

Your dad knew your mother well, besides the one night stand. She had kept him in your life from the moment that she was made aware of her pregnancy. He’d always told himself he’d be unable to be a father but the second he laid his eyes on you, he experienced a love like no other. 

Your uncle Sam was primarily angry about the whole situation. Being the former black sheep of the family, he recognised the draw backs of having a hunter for a parent and didn’t want you to feel left behind or forgotten, even if it meant never having a father. Yet, when Dean brought you home for the first time, Sam’s only instinct was to hold you close and kiss your rosey cheeks. 

Of course, when your mother became aware of the Winchester lifestyle, she wanted to place your under her wing and you protect you from whatever was out there until your final breath. But, as she recognised the fact that monsters weren’t the only dangers in life and that a threat could be a person walking by in the street, she reluctantly opened up to the idea of occasional weekend visits. 

They were not to be forever.

—

Years had now passed since your first ‘sleepover at daddy’s house’ when you were eight months, and now you were dropped off every Friday that your dad could take you and picked up on the Sunday night. It was in most cases, the light of your week. 

“Daddy!” You squealed, running into the arms of your bear of a father. 

“(Y/N)” He squealed back in the same tone, spinning you round. 

Once he placed you down you tackled Sam’s leg, still not being able to reach his waist. “How are you still so tiny at six?” Sam would joke, ruffling your hair.

“You’re too big.” You’d cutely defend yourself, poking him in the knee. 

Cas was an odd one to you. You knew he wasn’t the same as your mum, dad or uncle but you strongly aware of the fact that he was the same as family. 

“Hello Cassie.” You’d say in his voice, mimicking the gravel sound he made. 

“Hello (Y/N)” Cas would say in a formal voice, oblivious to the fact that you were six and your manners came from your father (so they were non-existent).

A majority of your weekend consisted of playing hide and seek with your dad and uncle, confusing Castiel with board games your mum had packed in your suitcase, cooking with Sam and dancing to rock music with your dad. 

It was the most fun you had. Yes, your mother made you laugh and giggle with her tickle attacks but to you, nothing beat at weekend at Dad’s.

That was until your mothers death.

—

You were playing in your bedroom while your mother watched reality TV in the living room. She yawned and stretched her stiff bones; working three jobs often wore her out and brought her to her tether but seeing you waiting at the school gates to be picked up and talk about your day made everything worth it. 

That day, she planed on finally buying you the purple trainers you’d wanted for god knows how long. When your mothers best friend came round to watch you for a couple of hours, your mum came into your bunny-decorated room and placed a kiss on your forehead. 

“Be good.” She said, before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“You too.” You responded, sharing a toothy grin at the sight of her smile. 

That would be the last ever moment you shared with your mother. 

— 

She’d been crossing the road when the local drunk decided to swerve to the other side of the road to avoid the traffic lights, knocking your mother off her path. 

When Dean received the call from your mother’s best friend to rush to the hospital, he felt a weight of guilt as he was unable to as he was on the other side of the country, following up on a case. 

Sadly, your mother’s best friend had to explain that your mum had passed and it wasn’t until two nights after that you became wrapped up in your father’s arms. 

“I’m so sorry baby.” Your dad said softly, tucking you as close as he could into his chest as he laid down in your bed in the bunker. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there.” 

“It’s ok daddy.” You whispered out through tears and snuggling into your dad, not truly understanding why your dad was apologising. Your innocence often warmed your fathers soul, but tonight, it only layered the guilt. 

He’d let you down, and not for the last time.

—

When it came to custody, your uncle and father thought that there was no doubt about it and that even though their lifestyle was dangerous, they’d have no worries about having to suffer the loss of you been taking away. They could not have been more wrong.  

When your grandparents came from Italy to attend the funeral of your mother, the looks and comments they gave your father and uncle set out the path for a bitter battle for you.

It began withe small acts - asking who you preferred staying with (grandma and grandad or dad and sam), questioning you on what time dad put you to bed or what he put in your school lunches. It quickly escalated to your grandmother keeping a record of when your dad was late to pick you up or when your uncle lost track of you as you played in the park. 

After a while, you father and uncle were told by social services that you could no longer stay in the bunker and that you had to stay with your grandparents for five out of the seven days of the week as Dean’s parenting style was deemed unsuitable ‘during a period of grief for a child’.

“But she’s mine.” Your father would growl every time your grandfather came to pick you up on the Sunday night.

“No, she was our daughters.” Your grandfather would always respond, luring you out of the bunker.

Like normal, your father would bite back his words and tears as his hugged you goodbye, the separation hurting him more and more with each end to each visit. However, one day, an argument broke out and compared to normal, Sam was not able to prevent Dean from lashing out and pushing your grandfather, thus causing his hip to give out and the police to be called.

Then, the four were summoned for the court date.

—

During the wait, you’d being staying with your grandparents for over a month and when you saw your father and uncle, you attempted to run towards them and be picked up and span round as you usually would be when they saw you. Sadly, your grandmother pulled you back and into the court room, your fathers smile fading from his face. 

The court trial dragged on for several hours as each guardian involved recited their reasons to have custody over you. When it was your turn to recite what it was like staying at your dads on a podium which was far to high for you, you glanced at your dad and uncle and sent them the biggest smile you could. They responded with even larger ones.

“So, (Y/N), what’s it like staying at daddy’s?” Your grandparents lawyer asked you as sweetly as possible. You didn’t like her.

“Awesome.” You simply responded, earning a chuckle on your uncle’s behalf.

“I mean, what do you guys do to have fun?” That question would lead to the ban on your father and uncle ever seeing you again.

All you had done was answer honestly. 

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“I don’t understand why I can’t see my daddy!” You cried, pushing your grandmother away from you.

“You know why my sweetie! Taking you out shooting, making up all the nonsense about Castiel being an angel and the moving around - oh my goodness - what kind of parent does that!” She’d cry in answer to your question, throwing up her arms to be dramatic. 

The final time in which your father was given permission to see you was at the airport before your flight to your new life in Italy. You didn’t quite comprehend the fact that you were never going to see them again and as far as you were concerned, you were simply going on holiday.

So, when your grandmother and grandfather watched like hawks as your father and uncle approached you, tears dwelling in their eyes, you only wanted to comfort them.

Sam gave you the best and biggest hug he could manage, never wanting to let you go. You returned it as well as you could, anything to make them feel better. “It’s only a holiday Sammy.” You sweetly explained, playing with the ends of his hair as he brought himself down to your level, hands running over your cheeks. “I know. Promise you’ll be good and wont forget me?” Sam asked. “Of course I wont silly!” You stated. He returned with an emotional but weak smile.

When your father kneeled down, you could recognise the pain in his eyes. “What’s wrong daddy?” You asked, becoming upset at the sight of his tears. “Nothing baby, I just don’t like it when you go away.” He barely managed to choke out, running his fingers through your short locks as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “I’m always with you.” You comforted him, placing a kiss to his cheek. 

Just like the first time he met you, he placed a kiss to your forehead. “I love you.” He uttered, sitting up as your grandmother moved forward to take you away.

“Right back at you!” You yelled out through a laugh as your grandmother took your hand and pulled you towards the terminal. 

As you waved and turned around, not realising that you’d never see your father or uncle again, Dean replayed the words in his head as much as he could.

“I’m always with you.”

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