Supernatural Imagines & Preferences.

Wincest x Sis!Reader P5

"Make sure to kick who's ass?" Another voice spoke.

My attention turned to the kitchen doorway. A exhausted Dean stood there, bed head and all. I wanted to kiss him but punch him at the same time. Stupid period hormones.

"Yours dumbass." I said harshly.

"Whoa, what's up with you this morning? Get your period or something?" He chuckled.

"Just because I'm angry doesn't mean I'm on my period asswipe! Well, I kinda am but that's not the point!" I yelled, immediately regretting it because of my headache.

"Jeez, someone's bitchy this mornin." Dean huffed, rolling his eyes as he made himself some coffee.

Wow, I'm gonna kill him. Why don't guys know not to piss off a girl when she's on her period. Seriously, fucking dumbasses.

Sam saw my murderous expression. "Dean..."

"What?!" Dean growled. "Is it gang-up-on-Dean-day today or something? I just got up guys."

"Oh my Cas you're so annoying. Just stop it. I'm too hungover for this shit which I have to thank you for by the way." I scowled.

"Oh, so it's my fault you got drunk?!"

"Yes!"

"Oh please Sweetheart, I didn't force alcohol down your throat." Dean scoffed.

"I'm gonna shove my foot down your throat in a minute." I threatened, clenching my hands into balls.

"Y'know what?! Fuck you! I'm hungover too and I'm not being a bitch about it."

"BITCH?!" I yelled, fuming.

"Oh shit." Sam whispered.

"Yeah, bitch." Dean nodded.

"I swear the fuck to Chuck, Cas, Lucifer, whoever! If you don't get the fuck out, I'm gonna send you straight back to purgatory myself!" I screamed, a hair string away from throwing punches.

"I was just fucking leaving!" Dean snarled, grabbing his leather jacket and car keys, before storming out and slamming the door. A silence filled the room.

"Y-you ok Princess?" Sam's gentle voice said.

All the anger I felt soon changed to tears. Not angry tears but sad ones. I literally felt like shit. Dean hates me, my vaginas tryna kill me, there's no Nutella left, Glenn died! Everything is horrible.

I ran into Sam's chest, clinging onto his shirt as I sobbed. "Sammy."

He wrapped his arms around me, kissing the top of my head. "It's ok Princess, I'm here." He comforted, rubbing my back.

We stayed like this for a while. No talking, just holding each other. It made my heart beat speed up. I was in his arms. The man I loved was holding me.

"A-am I a b-bitch, Sammy?" I sniffed, cuddling up to him more.

"What? No sis, you're not. I promise. Dean's just...Dean. We can't help that." He chuckled, making me smile.