Supernatural 12x03 - Mary Leaves

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Supernatural 12x03 - Mary leaves

Sister fic 

Warnings - angst, swearing, fluff

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

DEAN’S POV

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

“I love you.” She said “All of you.” 

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

 Y/N’S POV 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

DEAN’S POV

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

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

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

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

“Hey Kiddo.” I said gently 

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

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

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

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

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

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

She chuckled at that and closed her eye. 

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

THE END !!

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One of the risks of being quiet is that other people can fill your silence with their own interpretation: You’re bored. You’re depressed. You’re shy. You’re stuck up. You’re judgmental. When others can’t read us, they write their own story—not always one we choose or that’s true to who we are.

Sophia Dembling (via quotemadness)

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. 

—

“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.”

Was I a good Sister?

Characters - Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester

Warning - Swearing, angst, character death

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sam’s POV

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

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

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

Y/n’s POv

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sam’s POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dean’s PoV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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by any chance do you have a master list?? i love your writing

Awe thank you so much!! Unfortunately I am technologically handicapped so I have not figured out how to make one yet! SORRY 🙁🙁

Hi! I was wondering if you could tag me in the accident? It is an amazing series ❤️

Yes I will tag you and thank you so much for reading it!!

This is amazingggg !!

Supernatural Hiatus Creations | Week Fifteen Prompt: classic rock songs

This is sort of the continuation of this gif set. My head canon is that Sam made Dean a tape with some of Dean’s favourite songs for his 18th Birthday.The songs don’t necessarily match the gifs, but I wanted to include these specific gifs as they summarise their lives up until that point. 

Hi! Are you still doing requests? If you are, could you do one where the reader is the boys younger sister and she gets hurt on a hunt because one of the boys distracts her? It's bad so they think she died but she pulls through? Thank you!

Yes i shall do that !!

Hey!!! Do u have a masterlist??

I am so sorry, I am technologically handicapped so I have not figured how to make one yet. 😅😅