Supernatural BSM

Unfinished Work 1- Sister Y/N

Current A/N: so yeah, welcome to my first published, unfinished work. It's not much, and I kinda ran out of motivation in writing (hence why it's unfinished lol) but yeah, back to past me and my past writing:

A/N: you know what I'm tired of? Always getting heatstroke (super easily btw) and everyone telling me that I'm over reacting, so, I'll write out exactly how it feels to me.... and now my final thought with the entire plot of this chapter:
Fuck it. Y/N gets heatstroke.

"Come on Sam, this is useless. There's nothingelse out here. We've searched for the past three days for any additional evidence we might've missed and we've found nothing. Come on, we can just sit in the motel room and research... you know? Where there's AC." Y/N had said, rolling her eyes as she sat against the back porch steps.

For the past few days, Y/N, along with her two older brothers, Sam and Dean, had been investigating a series of unexplained murders in a small town. Without many leads nor any connection to the victims other than the town they all lived in, the case hadn't been very successful. With this comes the frustrating options of searching the crime scene repeatedly, or doing mind numbing research. On this one rare occasion, Sam and Dean had both agreed to search the crime scene in search for anything supernatural- besides the mysterious pink goo that seeped from the back door.

"Ya know, Y/N, this would go a lot faster if you would get up and help us." Sam rolled his eyes, the summer sun obviously getting to him. "Will you two princesses shut up and get back to work? It's 100°(F) [38°C] out and I'm not looking forward to staying out here for another hour." Dean had groaned from the bushes where he was searching.

"All I'm saying is, that we've been here for three days and there has been no other physical evidence other than this weird goo patch... and that's not even giving off any emf- maybe it's just time to do some research and if that pulls nothing up, leave the investigation up to the police, for all we know, this could just be some sick serial killer on the loose." Y/N argued, placing her head in her hands as she looked down at the concrete beneath her, her hands immediately becoming drenched in sweat.

Sam heavily sighed once more, "Y/N, I'm not gonna tell you again. Help us look." He demanded before going back to his unlucky search of the trash bins. Y/N took a deep breath, closing her eyes before standing up, "fine, Sammy." She sarcastically mocked, "but if we find nothing, AGAIN, you both owe me." She had groaned, walking towards the children's tree house that was built several feet up.

"Stupid brothers, always making me do work when no work is even needing to be done." Y/N grumbled as she climbed up into the small, hot, muggy treehouse she was assigned to. "God-" she took a deep breath, sweat pouring from her body, "please let them call off this pointless search."

After a mere five minutes in the treehouse, Y/N started to feel a throbbing sensation in her head, a pressure beginning to build behind her eyes, while simultaneously starting to feel short of breath. She had tossed the children's book aside and leaned against a wall of the treehouse, "Fuck-" she mumbled wiping the sweat from her upper lip with the back of her hand, "I don't feel good." She mumbled, her stomach in knots.

After a brief debate about climbing down and taking a break, Y/N had hopped down from the small wooden ladder and begun walking over to the porch steps where she was no less than five minutes ago. "Fuck-" she mumbled once more, reaching for her water bottle.

"Y/N, I thought we told you to help us." Dean angrily snapped, the heat obviously making him more short tempered than normal. Although his protests were very much audible, Y/N ignored him and drank her now warm water, her exhausted body language not changing in the slightest.

Dean looked up at his youngest sibling, a tired and angry expression on his face "Y/N did you hear me?" He asked as he wiped the sweat off of his face with his arm.

Y/N continued to ignore her brothers' requests and demands, her head continuing to violently throb, her body even beginning to feel cold from how hot she was getting**. Y/N's body had begun to shake slightly under the stress the extreme summer heat had placed upon her.

"Y/N did you- Y/N?" Sam questioned, his tone quickly changing upon seeing his sister hunched over, her smaller frame visibly shaking from where he stood.

Hearing his brother's reaction caused Dean to look up at their sister, seeing her in this state was immediate cause for concern, as this had never happened before.

While the two made their way over to Y/N, her breathing had hitched as her teeth grit tightly together, her body obviously trying its best to cool her down.

Current A/N: enjoy my messy, unfinished work? Good, because I'm glad someone does (hopefully) anyway, expect more of these bc I have a bunch of half written stuff that I'm not necessarily proud of, but if you guys like it, then I'll publish it. Anyway, that's all from me, enjoy your day/night/whatever time it is for you.

As always, yours truly,
Whore with Wings