Supernatural | One-Shots

The Learning | No One.

↬ Date: 07.18.2022.
↬ Prompt: The Winchesters have adopted you yet you don't know english well.
↬ Trigger [Warning]: Light cursing (in English and German); you're 13/14.
↬ Words: 1008.
Each German word/phase/sentence will have a translation under each section (or above the '---')
This one was requested by pixelfrogs!!! (if you want me to remove this, message me and I will!)
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"Sam, can you hand me that... that... that boomer?" Mentally you face palmed. English was not your strong suit by any means. "Das Schießpulver!"

"This?" Sam held up the container of gunpowder with a smile. You sighed and gently took it from him, muttering a thank you. "It's gunpowder."

"Gun- gunpowder?" You tried the word, beaming when you got it the first time. Sam cheered for you, making your face flush in embarrassment.

((Das Schießpulver = The gunpowder.))

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"Where's the sticky when you need it?!" You said quietly, moving things then putting it back.

"The sticky?" Dean asked from the small couch in the motel room.

"Yes, the sticky!" You exclaimed, "That- that gets rid of hair on clothes!"

You had on a black shirt and it was covered in hair. It wasn't appealing.

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked, amused.

"It's on a stick and  the white thing is sticky and when you rub it on your clothes, it picks the hair up- I don't remember what it's called," You explained, annoyed.

"The lint roller?" Dean asked, making you groan and nod, "It's in my bag under the bed."

"Lach mich nicht aus, du arschloch," You muttered, digging through his bag.

"Ay, I don't understand German, but I do know when someone is calling me an asshole," Dean joked, making you giggle at him as you found the lint roller.

((Lach mich nicht aus, du arschloch, = Don't laugh at me, you asshole.))

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"Cas, you're an angel, right?" You asked one day, your eyes wide as you stared at the man across from you.

"Yes, I am," Castiel answered, looking back at you, "Why do you ask?"

"Does that mean you have no schwanz?" You asked, making Sam nearly choke on his coffee, him knowing a little German from college. Castiel tilted his head to the left, confused on what you said. You remembered they didn't know German; maybe you should try to teach them. "Uh... English, English, English... P- pen?"

"I- I don't have a pen, no," Castiel said, looking to Dean but he looked just as lost.

"Um, man part? A schwanz! A... The opposite of a vagina!" You said, nearly crying from the frustration of not knowing English well.

"A penis?" Dean asked, nearly crying from laughter. You nodded, pointing at Dean wildly.

"Yes! A penis!" You shouted. Sam shoved his hand over your mouth, looking around at all the costumers, smiling apologetically to those who turned their heads to you guys. You glared at Sam.

"I do not have a penis but my vessel does," Castiel answered.

"They don't need to know that. They are only thirteen," Dean said, making you turn and glare at him, Sam's hand still covering your mouth. You were confused, was it not normal for Americans to talk about this? Your parents already had this conversation with you when you were only ten. You were just curious if Angels also had one.

The waitress brought your guys food out. Sam finally removed his hand so you can eat but he kept his eyes on you, making sure you didn't have another outburst like that.

((schwanz = dick))

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"Why can't I learn to hunt with you?!" You asked angrily, your hands on your hips, a glare to match your stance.

"You're a child," Dean said simply enough. You gasped.

"I am considered an adult in Germany!" You lied, hoping he bought it.

"You aren't 18 yet, so no, you're not," Sam said, having walked out of the bathroom and overheard you. You cursed him.

"I've fourteen though! Shouldn't that count?" You asked, looking between the two of them.

"No." Dean was firm with his answer but you pouted and crossed your arms. When he didn't budge, you stomped your foot. "See? A toddler like move. You aren't ready to be a hunter."

Dean turned away from you. You looked to Sam but he looked away too, knowing he would cave into you.

"I'm old enough! I just want to help!" You said, making the brothers sigh, "What if I get like- stolen?"

"Kidnapped?" Sam asked and you pointed to him, smiling.

"Yeah! What if I get kidnapped and have no way of helping myself, huh?" You asked.

"We can teach you defensive skills but you will not learn to hunt," Dean said.

"What kind of bullshit is that?! I just want to help!" You said loudly, stomping your foot again.

"You will accept my 'no' and you will not complain again, (Y/N). You will not learn to hunt until you were at least eighteen, you hear me?" Dean said sternly, spinning in his chair to look at you, "You will not go on hunts. You will not deal with these monsters. I will NOT lose you."

"What?" You were taken back by Dean's confession, even Sam was but he agreed. Dean sighed and placed his head in his hands. You watched him for a moment.

"When we found you in that... In that house, I didn't know I could care about you this much," Dean said slowly, piecing together his words, "You... You became apart of our family that day. Even when you were placed in foster care for that month, you were our family. I won't teach you to hunt until I'm sure you can handle yourself because... Because I can't lose you. Sam can't lose you. We need you."

"Dean..." You whispered, not knowing what to say, "Kann ich Sie umarmen?"

"I have no idea what you said," Dean said, chuckling, "But I know you want a hug, so come here."

You walked into Dean's arms and hugged him tightly, tears in your eyes. You reached out to Sam and he hugged you two, his arms easily holding you both.

"Big happy familia!"Dean said, trying to speak in German for you.

"That's Spanish, Dean," Sam said as the group hug broke apart.

"Fuck!" You laughed at them.

Kann ich Sie umarmen? = Can I hug you?

Familia = Family