What About The Rest Of The Accident Series

I am a Dreamer !!!!!!!! 

where are you my innovator ?!?!?!?!

@u-snavi  @mersuperwholocked-lowlife @dreamin-of-somewhere-else @bellero @luci-in-trenchcoats @winchesters-favorite-girl

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!

Xx 💖

PS: my matches would be Adventurer and Visionary

Could I be tagged in your !sister Winchester fics? I just found your stories and I love them!

Oh yes definitely!!! And thank you so much for reading them 😍

This is amazinggg!! It sounds soooo interesting . Can't wait for the next part 😁😁

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 - None, some swearing maybe?

Part One -

@multifandombackpack

“Dad c’mon you’re being ridiculous!” You tried to keep your composure and not shout at him but he had turned his back to you opening the fridge searching for a cold beer, taking a deep breath you tried again.

“You do get how ridiculous it is that you physically put me in a position where i have to kill something so that it doesn’t kill me, but i’m not allowed to go to the movies with a cute guy right? Like that is insane!” Your response brought a snort from Dean sitting up on the kitchen counter that earned a glare from John as you stared him down “What’s so funny De?”

He looked down clearly uncomfortable that his dad was silently telling him to keep out of it “Nothing I just wouldn’t describe Jack as cute” He grinned back at you before earning another warning look from his dad. At this moment your dad shut the fridge and handed a beer to his friend John sighing that he had to have this conversation with you infront of John and his sons.

“That’s not ridiculous monsters are easy guys are not, i don’t want you going out with Jack or Josh or whoever, my house my rules” He spoke flatly holding out a hand to end the conversation which only angered you more.

“Dad this isn’t even a house it’s a motel room with 2 beds and 5 people!” Your words were dripping with sarcasm, your eyes widening at how frustrating this situation was. “It’s not like this is a household brimming with adult supervision and Dean went out with that ‘cheerleader’ 2 weeks ago and no one said a word about that!”

“That’s different, if John says he can date he can date i say you can’t so you can’t. You’re only just 16 you’re not going out with some teenage boy!” Your fathers eyes were staring right at you, he was trying so hard not to get angry but his voice was starting to waver.

“Oh my god but why not?!” You challenged petulantly, you could tell he was getting angry but he wasn’t going to act on it infront of John and his boys which just drew more courage in you.

“Because boys only want one thing!” He shot at you violently making John nod in agreement “That is true Y/N” Dean was reacting to your fathers tone eyeing you up carefully wanting you just to end this conversation but you continued to challenge, their new argument just caused a burning in you.

Trying to collect your thoughts you sat down at the table with the men and slowly responded “Dad, just because they want something doesn’t mean that they’re automatically going to get it does it? I do have a say in my own decisions and if you’re both suddenly so worried about this why aren’t you stopping Dean from dating then? If you’re so worried about teenage boys actions then why don’t you address it with them and help the problem instead of telling girls to just hide away.”

The stubborness but eloquence of your challenge made the grown men stop for a minute as John leaned back with a small smile, a look of pride softening his face leaving Mark choking over his own words as Dean assessed the situation with worry in his eyes. You had never spoken to them in a way that earned almost some respect from John and Dean was wary of the uncertainty of the situation.

After almost a minute of silence John was the first to speak as he leaned forward with a small chuckle reaching for his beer “Well sweetheart you got us there” Looking over to Mark he was eager to see what his reaction would be, you could physically see the clogs turning in his brain as he could finally see your logic but his instinct of how much danger there was in the world clung to him.

“I don’t know Y/N. You two go get dinner and i’ll think about it.” His voice was heavy and his brain was in overdrive but you were thrilled at the response and gave dean a smile biting your tongue as he jumped off the counter to join you wrapping an arm around you his face gleaming with amusement and pride of how you handled the situation. You two wasted no time leaving the motel laughing with eachother as soon as the door was shut making your way to the pizza place.

On the other side of the door Mark groaned loudly leaning his head on the table in defeat as John laughed and patted his back “Man, i’m glad mine are boys” which elicited another deep groan into the table.

With the sun setting and the air turning cold you walked along the path huddled under Deans arm as he held you tight both beaming with the feeling of victory. Even though this battle had nothing to do with Dean he couldn’t help but feel pride for you standing up to two alpha males like their parents.

It was amazing and he was grinning his eyes beaming down at you “That was awesome! I have no idea how the hell you did that Y/N” His words of encouragement lifted through you and you leaned away from him almost jumping up at down as he looked adoringly at you.

“I cannot believe that i actually said what i wanted to say, usually i can’t even get the words out and then of course your dad had to be there too!”

You both laughed as you walked through a pile of leaves, your happiness was so contagious it made you feel like little kids again. “Oh and thanks for throwing me under the bus by the way really apreciated that!” Dean mock glared down at you shaking your arm “And not to burst your bubble though sweetheart but you do know that he didn’t actually say that you could go right?”

“That doesn’t matter, i won an argument against my dad!” Your eyes beaming with pride as you smiled up at your best friend “And anyway they’re gone again in the morning for like a week so what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him!” You let out cheekily feeling so proud of yourself as Dean kissed the top of your head before he left you to run into the shop to grab the pizzas. As he returned you both animatedly carried on the conversation.

With all of the pain and scariness of your usual lives it freed you both ever so slightly just to be happy about something so fantastically trivial as teenage problems, you were both only 16 at the end of the day.

As you neared the motel you begged Dean not to bring up the conversation again, you didn’t want to push it and ruin this evening and he jokingly moaned but he could never deny you,m. That look of happiness on your face was so pure he just wanted to keep you in that bliss for a little while longer.

“Dinners up!” You shouted out as Dean opened the front door for you like a gentleman. Even though you were the second youngest somehow you always fell into the mother role when you were all together, even though you detested the stereotypes maybe it was because you were the only girl? You didn’t always love it and honestly sometimes you were just so tired from taking care of others before yourself but it’s where you belonged, it was the role that you played in this disjointed family and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Placing the boxes on the table everyone crowded lovingly around you, John placed his hand gently on the small of your back as he leant around you which was an anomalie in your routine. Usually the older man was dark and brooding or drunk and he didn’t dole out affection easily so you took it sharing a small smile with him.

Dean noticed his dad straight away shocked at his response to you and you both shared a confused but wow that was nice silent conversation. As Sammy finally put down his homework and made his way over to the table you all clambered around finding seats and he jumped up on your lap grabbing pizza eliciting a laugh from everyone as you moved to make yourself more comfortable. He was only 11 and you nestled into him wrapping your arms around his waist.

In the background Dean stood by the fridge passing out beers to the adults as he nodded to his dad asking permission “Yeah just one though” He responded sternly and Dean pulled his seat ever so slightly towards you and Sammy before you all sat eating a family dinner together. It was such a rare occurence and all of you felt that.

The men told old stories that got more embelished the more they drunk, Sammy gripped onto their words asking them questions and when they were disctracted Dean tapped his beer bottle on your thigh offering it to you discreetly, just a secret that the both of you shared.

The night went on and Sammy felt heavier in your lap as he leant back against you and as the men grew tired everyone retreated to claim a sleeping place. This was the only difficulty when you were all together, usually if the men hunted together they would get a room and the 3 kids would share. You in your own bed and Dean and Sammy sharing but on the occasions that they had made it home it meant that all 5 of you had to share two beds and a sofa.

Nudging Sammy awake he slid off of your lap and you tried to rush him so that you could stand and claim a bed, before you could even stand John had taken the bed closest to him and you rushed to the next one laughing victoriously as you sat on it.

Your dad was almost passed out on the sofa and Sammy was asking John if he could share with him which brought a smile to his face as he lifted the covers for the tired little boy, in moments like this you could all tell just how small he really was.

As you had all chosen your spots you left into the bathroom to take off your bra and put some sleeping shorts on in privacy while the guys all changed in the other room, it was just a small routine that you had all gotten used to.

Walking back into the room you made your way over to your bed that already had Dean sitting up in it, John was waiting for you to come back in and turned the bed side light off as you climbed into bed and cuddled up in the covers.

“You better not kick me off the bed again Y/N” Dean whispered lowly to you as you tried to stifle your laugh “Well you better not wake up with a boner again then D” You laughed back at him catching him off guard embarassing him “Shut up Y/N!” He spoke firmly before rolling over away from you only making you laugh louder.

John chuckled tiredly at your conversation before putting on his deep dad voice “Enough, go to sleep”

You responded with a smile on your face, tonight felt different to usual nights. It felt happy and carefree, you couldn’t even remember the last time John had smiled and here he was cuddling his youngest to sleep and smiling at your retorts.

Usually you and John barely spoke, you trusted him but he scared you just like your dad did, hunters were dark it’s how they had to be. It’s how they got into this life in the first place and you understood that. Your world wasn’t cuddly and fuzzy but tonight it felt just a little bit softer and you wanted to hold onto that peace knowing that it wasn’t going to last forever so that’s exactly what you did.

With your back against Deans you fell asleep feeling peaceful and content with how things were right now and what more could you ever ask for, you had what was in your view your entire family together just for one night.

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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Have you done a part two to was I a good sister

I have not done one but I could if you really want it . Thanks for reading it by the way

Hey, I have a request! Winchester's x half sister!reader. The reader is a half sibling to the boys and she knows they care about her, but there's always that small insecurities telling her that they didn't care. The reader gets in a argument with[Sam and/or Dean] and he says somthing he can't take back and it causes the reader to up and leave them behind. Angst. U can choose how it ends!👌

I shall definitely do this !!

Hey there! I was wondering if you can tag me on the accident? I loved it so much and I adore your writings💙💙

Thank you so much!!! And yes I will definitely tag you 😊

HAAPPYY NEW YEARRR!!! HAVE A GREAT ONE ❤❤

I hope this doesn't come off as rude but is this blog still alive?

Yesss lol. I am sorry I just started my new college and I have been swamped with work

Daddy's Girl

Description: The Winchester’s little sister handles the grief of her dead father, and hopes to keep his perfect image of herself intact.

Sam and Dean x sister!reader, mentions of John Winchester

Warnings: None that I can remember, except some fighting?

A/N: This was not the one I was planning on writing and posting but here it is! I hope you all like it, and thank you so much for your support! Let me know if you would like to request something, or you would like to be added to the tags! 😊

Tags: @winchesters-favorite-girl @percussiongirl2017

       You were pulling yourself from the ground. The fist of a girl a grade above you had slammed into your shoulder, and the prying hands of her groupies had shoved you to the ground. You stood up with a slight stagger, and shook your limbs to knock your instincts to tear her throat out off. She smiled devilishly at you, and you could hear your Dad’s voice in your head. Y/N be brave for me, and remember you are the thing that holds those two boys together. The crowd around you was watching, and hanging on to every quiver your bruised limbs made. That’s when your hands shook, and you could hear their laughter as loud as the ringing in your ears. You saw his face, his eyes, his smile. He was gone now, and you were alone. He wouldn’t come driving up in his impala, he wouldn’t come save you from this, or help clean you up. You were not going to let him down though, you would continue to hold everything together. You would stay strong, and keep your brother’s heads above the bloody water. You would not create chaos or pain. You were going to continue to be the good girl, and push your emotions down. You were going to be strong without your father. You went to pick up your bag.

          “What’s the matter Winchester? Do you feel a little scared, want to run home to Daddy, you little-,” you suddenly looked up to face her. Her preciously lined lips, with her plastic shaped nose, and perfectly placed hair. You couldn’t hear anything else except that one word. Daddy. Anger lined your skin with a new found red that wasn’t the shade of bruised. You charged at her, and brought her straight to the ground. You jammed your fist into her gut, and whipped the knife out of your boot. You popped the blade up into sight as you finally regained your senses. She was screaming, and someone was pulling you off her. You quickly pushed the others off, and grabbed your bag. You ran off the school steps, and looked back. Teachers and supervisors were calling after you. Your body hurt from the beating you had taken, and tears stung your eyes. You stopped when you were little ways down the road. You slid the knife back into your boot, and placed your bag on your shoulders. You winced once the strap touched where she had thrown her fist. You took a breath, trying to calm your beating hard. The memory helped intensify the panic however, and you continued to walk down the road.

               You replayed the images of the scene in your head. You had desperately tried to make friends, and get good grades. You were supposed to make your brothers happy and they seemed happy when you had those aspects of school in your life; after all, your life mission was to please your family. Your Dad had always said you were their care taker, and the glue that held them together. After he had passed, you tried harder than ever to please your brothers. You were the only one who hadn’t talked about your father’s death, whether that be to keep him alive in your mind, or to show how strong you were to your older brothers was unknown. You were supposed to be good, and you were supposed to be brave, like your father had said. You had failed today, and you let the rage of pain and anger flow through you and control your actions.

               You were trying to dry your eyes as you entered the motel room. Your brothers were out, interview day was today. They were on a pretty tough case, and you three would be held up in this town for a few weeks. You went straight to the bathroom, looking at your bruised body. You slowly removed the clothes surrounding your bruises, and rinsed the blood off some of the scrapes. You were crying again, making the scar around your eye even more red. You slowly put on your clothes after bandaging up your injuries. You were in a lot of pain, and your eyes just wanted to close in exhaustion from the emotions and events of the day. You continued though, your father’s words echoing in your head. You had to be strong for Sam and Dean, and you had to hide what had happened. You emerged from the bathroom, and sat at the table. You pulled out your books, and papers.

               You were trying to focus, but you had no strength to control the thoughts running through your head. You couldn’t go back to that school tomorrow. You couldn’t even face the outside world, and barely the one face you saw in the mirror. You had a handle on your tears, and continued to push through and finish your math problems. You were in the middle of an essay when your brothers walked through the door. “Hey bunny,” Sam smiled. Dean dropped a bag next to your pile of books. You kept your face away from the light, and their vision lines. You continued writing, with the intention of greeting them but no words would form on your tongue. You heard your Dad’s voice in Sam’s, and Dean’s hand reminded you of your Dad’s hand. The brothers curiously tried to look at your face, but you just looked in the downward direction even more. “Y/N, look at me,” Dean said, starring at you from the other side of the table. You quickly tried to make an escape to the bathroom but Sam stepped in front of you, and grabbed your face. His eyes widened, and you felt his body tense. Dean came around, and instant anger flashed into his green eyes. “Who did this to you?” he demanded. You shook your head and pushed Sam’s hands away. You had no ability to create sentences. Your Dad flashed into your mind.

               “Y/N, what happened?” Sam asked, slightly demanding. You wished your dad were there, able to hold you, and help you regain the stick you needed to hold everything together. You looked back at your brothers, who’s faces held so much of your father. You started crying, and felt the sobs shake you inside and out. You were letting go. The grip you had on all the pain and grief of your father’s death suddenly escaping through the two little slits in your eyes. “I, I,” you started. The two brothers were suddenly shocked at this new emotion. “I miss Dad,” you cried out. Sam had tears in his eyes, as Dean starred at you in a helpless gaze. They both wrapped their bodies around yours. You were between them, and the warmth of their concern was making the tears come more rapidly. You weren’t supposed to be crying.

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               You were sitting on Sam’s lap as Dean knelt beside you. Your sobs had slowed and your eyes only watered now. The tears had made the cut around your eye painful, but in a cleansing way. “Little girl, you’re gonna be fine. Me and Sammy, we aren’t going anywhere, and Dad will always be looking out for you,” Dean stroked your cheek. You closed your eyes and snuggled into Sam a little more. “You’re okay Y/N/N,” Sam cooed. “Sammy, De?” you called out. “Yeah baby?” Sam asked. “I’m so sorry,” you wiped your eyes, forgetting about the cut, and hissing. “No, darlin’ we’re sorry,” Dean responded, getting up to get things to tend your cut. “But I-,” you started. “No buts, baby you are so strong, and you never ever break. You’re allowed to snap sometimes. You’re allowed to have emotions and to feel sad. You’re allowed to miss Dad,” Sam said, stroking your hair. You nodded. “Even though you have some nasty scars, I would say you won against those girls,” Dean smiled. Sam’s eyes went wide, “Dean she almost sliced a girl with a weapon she wasn’t even supposed to have!”. Dean looked to you, as you shrunk a little. “Eh, you were always a Daddy’s girl, and he would’ve done the same,” he smiled.