Sam Winchester/Male!Child!Reader
Reader is the son of Bobby Singer and is 12 years old. He sneaks in the Impala while the boys are talking to Bobby and goes with them on a hunt. While on the hunt, Reader ventures into the Vampire nest and gets a nasty surprise!
This is my first time writing a Male!Reader story, so I'm sorry if it is disappointing any of you lovely Readers. Plus, thank you for requesting!
"How many times do I gotta tell you, boy, you are to young to hunt!" Bobby bellows as Sam and Dean walk into his house.
"Sam and Dean were younger than me when they started hunting!" You shot back, gesturing to the two in the room.
"That's because their Father was a jackass, if I had ever met one!" Bobby spat, glaring down at you.
"He's right, (y/n), we were forced into the life. Enjoy being a kid, we never got to." Dean said, trying to get you to understand.
"Fine then! I won't learn how to hunt," You growled, glaring at your Father, "but if I die by a Supernatural being, I'm telling you now, it'll be your fault."
Bobby's head hung as you stormed to your room, your face heating up in anger. Slamming the door after entering your room, you kick the bed before crumpling to the ground in pain. After the pain subsided to a dull throb, you heard Dean talking to your Father. Opening the door a crack, you listen to their conversation.
"I got a call from a hunter friend of mine. He has a nest he needs help taking care of." Bobby said.
An idea popped into your head, making you grin like a madman. Reaching under your bed, you grabbed the small backpack from under your bed, which contained 'Hunter' things you had borrowed from your Dad's stash.
You unzipped the bag, dumping the contents onto your floor, checking to see if you had everything you needed. A silver knife, a piece of an iron rod, a squirt gun filled with holy water, a canister of salt and a machete were placed back into the bag. You quickly slipped on your jacket, hearing the front door slam close, meaning the Winchesters were about to take off. Opening your window, you slung your legs over the side, leaping to the grass below. You landed perfectly, taking off to the Impala, backpack in hand.
Reaching the car, you snuck into the backseat, using your black jacket to blend in with the black interior. You laid in the floorboard as the clueless men entered the Impala, driving off the nest.
Happiness over powered the other worried emotions clouding your brain, you were finally going on your first hunt!
*TimeSkip*
It seemed like an eternity before the car finally stopped, the gravel road jostling you around. Sam and Dean exited the car first, opening the trunk and digging around for weapons. Taking the chance, you slowly open the door, crawling out while the two chatted barely 2 feet away from you. Using the darkness to your advantage, you silently shut the door, making your way to the front of the sleek car, taking off into the house.
When inside, you slid the backpack off your arm, unzipping it and bringing out your machete. You rest the backpack on the fading walls, a single light blinking in the barren room.
Creeping you way around, you inspected the house, disappointed of the lack of action. A hand on your shoulder makes you whip around, a vampire leaning over you, as if showing off her sharp teeth.
You swing the machete toward her neck with all your strength, gasping as the blade gets struck between the vertebrae behind her throat. You let go of the blade, stumbling back as she screeches, two more appearing behind her. The other two advance you as you get to your feet, darting toward the door.
You had the door knob in your grasp as the vampires pulled you back. Unfortunately for them, you weren't going down without a fight. Clawing and kicking, you fought your attackers, who hissed at your feeble attempts of escape.
"DEAN! SAM! HELP ME!" You screamed, the vampire dragging you into the darkness.
Dean's phone began to ring as he closed the truck. Pulling out his phone, he recognized the number, answering the call before placing it up to his ear.
"Hey, Bobby. What's wrong?" He said, earning a look from Sam.
"Is (y/n) with you?" Bobby answered, making Dean glance at Sam.
"No. Why? Is he gone?" Dean answered, Sam looking clueless.
"Ya, I can't find him." Bobby growled, banging his fist on the table.
"Wait, Dean?" Sam said, hearing a scream from the house.
"Bobby, we gotta go." Dean hurried, hanging up on him.
"Did you see that?" Sam asked, gesturing to the door.
"DEAN! SAM! HELP ME!"
Without hesitation, the two took off to the house, breaking down the door and darting inside. Sam picked up your backpack from the ground, the contents strewn across the tile floor. He slung it across his shoulder, following Dean deeper into the darkened rooms.
Pain flowed up from your forearm as crimson blood flowed from the wound. Your vision went white when they tossed you like discarded trash across the wooden floor. Your ulna protruded from you skin, fire coursing from the area to your skull as you struggled to escape from the blood suckers.
"If any attempts are made to escape, kill 'em all." The man hissed, blue blood- shot eyes peering at his comrades.
The red- head you had tried to decapitate loomed over your shrinking form, spitting onto your face. She yanked your broken arm, making the shoulder pop out of its socket.
"You whore!" You yelped as she proceed to clasp your wrists in shackles high above your head.
She took your hurt arm, which had begun to go numb, licking the blood trailing down your (s/c) arm. Flashing her deadly teeth, she dug her slender fingers into your flesh, a string of curses following you as you failed to scramble away from her. She licked the phalanges clean before sinking her fangs into your neck.
The door busted down, Dean attacking the first Vampire he saw, while Sam went straight for the one attached to you. The vampire glared at the man, detaching from your bloody skin in order to hiss at the intruder. With a clean swoop, the girl's head was rolling on the floor, the body following it immediately after.
Dean quickly killed the remaining vampires, even the ones chained alongside you as Sam broke the chains holding you up. As soon as the cuffs were free, you fell to your knees, Sam catching your weakened body before it hit the bloodied floor.
"We need to go." Sam's gruff voice called, taking off toward the Impala.
Crawling into the backseat, Sam held you tightly as Dean threw himself into the car, taking off toward the nearest hospital. Lazily, you opened your eyes, the faint outline of Sam clouding your vision.
"Hey, (y/n), stay with me okay?" He called, his voice echoing in your ears.
Glassy- eyed you stare at him, trying to understand his words.
"I'm not gonna loose you yet, (y/n), just keep those (e/c) eyes open." He pleaded, pressing his hand over your neck. "Dean!"
"I'm hurrying Sam!" Dean bellows, slamming the gas to the floorboard.
Blue and red lights begin flashing behind the car, causing Dean to pull over to the shoulder.
"Damnit!" Dean slams his hands on the steering wheel, turning to the backseat, "(y/n), its gonna be alright."
Rolling down his window, Dean faces the officer outside, who was shining a flashlight into his face.
"License and regis-" He begins.
"Officer, I don't have time for this, my son is bleeding out in the backseat. We were on our way to the hospital!" Dean yells, the officer staring at him.
Opening the backdoor, the officer sees Sam pressing down on your neck, blood seeping from his fingers. The officer slams the door, turning to Dean.
"Follow me." He simply says, before darting to his car.
He pulls out in the vehicle, lights and sirens blaring as he takes off down the road. Dean hightails it behind him, avoiding the late- night traffic.
Upon arriving at the hospital, Sam leaps from the car, sprinting to the emergency room with you secured in his arms. Bursting through the doors, a nurse quickly pulls over a gurney, having Sam place you down on it as other medical staff rush to your aid. You are wheeled back into a room as Dean bursts through the door, watching as you are taken away, the doctor screaming orders at the staff.
Hours later, Bobby enters the waiting room, his nose red and eyes puffy from crying. Sam has tears streaming down his face, while Dean tries to hold his composure in front of the others. Bobby walks over to the seat next to Sam, sitting down next to him, sniffing as he does so.
"Any news?" Bobby's voice was rough.
"No. No news at all." Sam choked out, a new wave of tears seeping through his eyes.
"The family of (y/n) Singer?" A nurse with a clipboard calls out, looking around for the boys.
"Uh. Right here." Dean calls out, the nurse beckoning them to follow her.
The three took off toward her as she twisted around, making her way to your room.
"We managed to put his fractured ulna back into place, sealing up the tear in his arm. Also, we stitched up the tear in his throat, giving him 2 pints of blood for the amount loss." She said, opening up the door to your room.
"He hasn't woken yet, but we need to keep him for a few days just to make sure his neck and arm are going to heal properly." She simply said, before letting them enter.
An iv line was stuck into your unbandaged arm, the other one wrapped in a (f/c) cast while you had an oxygen tube across your nostrils. Bobby took off to your side, clasping your cold hand in his. Dean spotted a chair in the room, silently dragging it to Bobby, so he could rest while at your side. Him and Sam sat on the fold- out bed, listening to the steady beat of the heart monitor.
Your eyes opened, blinking rapidly to regain moisture into your eyes and to adjust them to the brightness of the lights. Bobby gasped, making your eyes dart to his figure, a smile flashing on your face. Grimacing, the pain wiped the smile from your face as your arm felt as if it was on fire.
"Nurse!" Sam called out, hoping one could give you some morphine to dull the pain.
A couple of days later, you were walking out of the sterile building, climbing into the Impala and falling asleep in the backseat, while Bobby trailed behind you. Upon returning home, Sam carried you inside, placing you on your bed just as your eyes began to open. Looking up, you gaze at Sam, a smile on your face.
*Three years later*
"Dad!" You scream, seeing the bullet hole in his forehead.
He had pushed you out of the way of Dick's shot, taking the bullet meant for you. Dean and Sam turned around, seeing you trying to apply pressure to his wound, shock and surprise on their face.
"Shit!" Dean bellowed, slamming on the gas.
"Bobby" Sam yelled, climbing into the back to help you out.
Your body began to betray you as your eyesight grew fuzzy, your thoughts becoming muddled and your entire being shaking. Sam gently pushed your trembling figure out of the way, taking over what you had been doing. You looked down at your hands, coking back a sob as they were covered in crimson; your Father's blood.
Fear gripped your throat, closing up your airway as you gasped for vital air, your eyes welling with tears. Slumping over, your body lost consciousness, only waking when Dean carried you inside the hospital.
You were at your Dad's side when he awoke, quickly handing him a pen while he fought to speak. He gripped your hand, the ink trailing over your palm, your eyes glued to his fingers. He dropped the pen, clasping your hand in his, eyes moist with unshed tears.
"Idgits." He breathed, the monitor flat lining.
You tumbled out of his room, dropping to the waxed tile, grabbing at your hair in desperation. Sam was at your side in an instant, but you pushed him away, regaining yourself quickly. You rise to your feet, Sam looking confused at your actions. Your eyes shone hate, your face twisted by pain and fury.
"Don't touch me." You growled at the boys.
They didn't stop you as you stormed out the hospital, taking off into the night, going to kill the monster responsible for killing your Father.
Nothing could stop you now. You were out for blood and you weren't stopping for anything less.
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