𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

protect | winchesters x sister!reader

type: no ship
warnings: sister!reader, mild swearing, gore

[in honor of the season fifteen and my favorite actors in the whole wide world.]

imagine: you protect sam and dean while facing some ghosts

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You were the middle child of the Winchester family. It wasn't just a choice to look out for both your older brother and your younger. It was your duty. A direct order from dad.

"Women are much stronger than us men. You gotta take care of us, especially the boys." John had once said to you. He enforced it later on.

You'd been through countless Winchester crying sessions, but as much as you helped your brothers, you always knew that they would be there to comfort you.

Things were heavy as a Winchester. The thought of the family business used to terrify you. The thought of holding a gun; the thought of killing someone or something.

What a blessing that you'd conquered that fear.

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"Ready?" Dean asked as you climbed out of the Impala. You snickered.

"Are you?" You retorted. Sam took a deep breath before breaking into a small chuckle. Dean shot you a dangerous side smirk. You sent him one back.

The three of you grabbed rock salt guns and approached the house. It was a normal house besides the fact that it was nearly five miles away from any other building in each direction. It didn't look old at all.

The three of you entered the house, steadily holding your guns. "Hello?" You called out. There was no response. Dean flicked his hand, signaling for you to spilt up and check the house.

You went forward to discover a living room and kitchen. It was tidy with the exception of a sticky note which read, 'Get milk!'

There was a thud, probably a body, and then a groan from Sam. It was followed by the sounds of struggle.

You immediately sped to the noise, finding yourself in the garage. Dean was already there, tending to a slash across Sams stomach.

"Y/N," Dean harshly pleaded. Sam inhaled sharply, catching his blood.

"Protect," You barked quietly. You circled around the boys, Dean working as a fast pace to cauterize Sam. The room was getting colder and colder.

With a literal flash, there were two ghosts standing around you. You immediately shot one with the rock salt, quickly turning around to try to shoot the other. You were greeted by hands around your torso, and you grunted.

"Y/N!" Sam shouted, unable to really move.

You made a quick move out of the ghost's grip, grinning, "I'm good. Dean, keep it up." You took a quick shot at the other ghost but missed.

The ghost disappeared, and you continued to circle the room. You noticed Dean trying to take out his gun, and you shook your head. "Dean, protect,"
you repeated. He ignored your order, leaving Sam and standing up.

The two spirits reappeared, and Dean quickly shot one down. The other hurled itself at Sam, and you let
out a quick scream. You shot rapidly, hitting Sam in the process.

"W-We gotta get out of here," Sam stuttered, trying to remove the granules of salt off of himself.

You nodded, helping Sam up. Dean carried Sams' other side and you let go, scavenging the house for any more ghosts. "C'mon, let's move," You grumbled.

You made it out of the front door and practically
shoved the boys into the impala. Dean worked quickly with a first aid kit now acquired and you were flooring it to the hotel.

As you headed into the room, you sent out a silent prayer to Cas to come down and heal Sam. He popped into the room and you gave a small smile. "Cas?" Dean questioned, laying Sam on the bed.

"I sensed distress," He said quietly, looking at you out of the corner of his eye. He unwrapped Sam and laid a gentle hand down, instantly healing Sam, but instantly draining himself. "I'm on a tight schedule, but my ears are always open," He said, giving a small reminder. He then flashed out of the room.

The silence of the room was annoying you, and you could hardly contain yourself. "Jesus, Dean, what were you thinking?"

"You could've been hurt!" He defended.

"Sam could've died!" You retorted. Sam let out a groan, sitting up.

"I wouldn't have let that happen," Dean growled. You took a step towards him, a menacing frown forming across your face. "Quick reminder, Y/N, I'm still the oldest."

"Are you kidding me? 'I'm still the oldest?' I don't care if you're the oldest or the youngest! If someone asks you to do something, you do it, Dean!"

"That whole 'protect' thing wasn't you asking it was an order, and I don't take orders!"

You shouted and left the room, saying, "God, you just don't know when to stop do you."

As you left the room, you breathed in the sharp air. The cold felt nice on your burning face. As you de-stressed you began to remember your father's words.

"Women are much stronger than us men. You gotta take care of us, especially the boys."

You let yourself give a small chuckle into nothing. Fighting with your brothers was nothing new. Just another reason to prove that you can be just as strong. With that, you re-entered the room.

"I am a badass," You quietly mumbled.

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{shelby}
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