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Family Ties- Chapter 1

Summary: Eden Winchester is Dean’s twin sister, younger by two minutes. Before her brother can sell his soul for Sam she does and after a year is thrown in the pit. Coming back four months later, how will her brothers react when it becomes clear she may need to return to save the world?

A.N- I’m also publishing this story on Wattpad. Hope you enjoy!

Pairings: sam/oc (Brother sister), dean/oc (brother, sister), Bobby/ oc (Platonic)

Warnings: general supernatural violence, some fluff.

Eden POV:

Flashes of pain and blood were all I could see, then, there were flashes of a white light, the warmth from the light settling into me and making me feel safe despite the situation. Something was happening. After the light reached me, there was darkness. Not normal night-time darkness. A darkness so deep it cut into the very fabric of my being.

The breath that suddenly came to me was foreign and had me choking on the dry air. How long had I been here? Realising very quickly I was in my grave I began to dig. Dad had taught us for hours on end how to do this. Remain calm, focussed and limit your breathing. At most I had half an hour.

Realising with some small sense of joy I was in a cheap wooden coffin, I felt around for any weak points in the wood. Locating it, I kicked it with all my strength allowing the dry earth to surround me. Thankfully it wasn’t wet allowing me easier movement and ensuring I could block my nose and mouth from the onslaught. Grabbing one of the panes of wood, I started to manoeuvre my way out of my grave.

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What about the rest of the accident series

Heyy ! There are only three parts to the Accident series. I haven't made a masterlist yet but you can find them by searching on this page :))

Hiii❤ I love your writing so much!! Can you please tag me whenever you post any sister!winchester posts? Thank youuuu

Aww thank you so much for reading it!!! I will most definitely tag you when I post something next. And you are one of the first few people who has asked to be tagged so I am just really happy today 😍

Can I be tagged in Accident please?

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Famous authors, their writings and their rejection letters.

Sylvia Plath: There certainly isn’t enough genuine talent for us to take notice.

Rudyard Kipling: I’m sorry Mr. Kipling, but you just don’t know how to use the English language.

Emily Dickinson: [Your poems] are quite as remarkable for defects as for beauties and are generally devoid of true poetical qualities.

Ernest Hemingway (on The Torrents of Spring): It would be extremely rotten taste, to say nothing of being horribly cruel, should we want to publish it.

Dr. Seuss: Too different from other juveniles on the market to warrant its selling.

The Diary of Anne Frank: The girl doesn’t, it seems to me, have a special perception or feeling which would lift that book above the ‘curiosity’ level.

Richard Bach (on Jonathan Livingston Seagull): will never make it as a paperback. (Over 7.25 million copies sold)

H.G. Wells (on The War of the Worlds): An endless nightmare. I do not believe it would “take”…I think the verdict would be ‘Oh don’t read that horrid book’. And (on The Time Machine): It is not interesting enough for the general reader and not thorough enough for the scientific reader.

Edgar Allan Poe: Readers in this country have a decided and strong preference for works in which a single and connected story occupies the entire volume.

Herman Melville (on Moby Dick): We regret to say that our united opinion is entirely against the book as we do not think it would be at all suitable for the Juvenile Market in [England]. It is very long, rather old-fashioned…

Jack London: [Your book is] forbidding and depressing.

William Faulkner: If the book had a plot and structure, we might suggest shortening and revisions, but it is so diffuse that I don’t think this would be of any use. My chief objection is that you don’t have any story to tell. And two years later: Good God, I can’t publish this!

Stephen King (on Carrie): We are not interested in science fiction which deals with negative utopias. They do not sell.

Joseph Heller (on Catch–22): I haven’t really the foggiest idea about what the man is trying to say… Apparently the author intends it to be funny – possibly even satire – but it is really not funny on any intellectual level … From your long publishing experience you will know that it is less disastrous to turn down a work of genius than to turn down talented mediocrities.

George Orwell (on Animal Farm): It is impossible to sell animal stories in the USA.

Oscar Wilde (on Lady Windermere’s Fan): My dear sir, I have read your manuscript. Oh, my dear sir.

Vladimir Nabokov (on Lolita): … overwhelmingly nauseating, even to an enlightened Freudian … the whole thing is an unsure cross between hideous reality and improbable fantasy. It often becomes a wild neurotic daydream … I recommend that it be buried under a stone for a thousand years.

The Tale of Peter Rabbit was turned down so many times, Beatrix Potter initially self-published it.

Lust for Life by Irving Stone was rejected 16 times, but found a publisher and went on to sell about 25 million copies.

John Grisham’s first novel was rejected 25 times.

Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen (Chicken Soup for the Soul) received 134 rejections.

Robert Pirsig (Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance) received 121 rejections.

Gertrude Stein spent 22 years submitting before getting a single poem accepted.

Judy Blume, beloved by children everywhere, received rejections for two straight years.

A Wrinkle in Time by Madeline L’Engle received 26 rejections.

Frank Herbert’s Dune was rejected 20 times.

Carrie by Stephen King received 30 rejections.

The Diary of Anne Frank received 16 rejections.

Harry Potter and The Philosopher’s Stone by J.K. Rolling was rejected 12 times.

Dr. Seuss received 27 rejection letters

Silence doesn’t always mean you have nothing to say. It may mean you realize that words aren’t always necessary.

Hart Ramsey (via quotemadness)

I Am Failing in my test tomorrow. I am so sure. I am not even kidding

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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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 -

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“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.