Saving people (young Winchesters x reader)

chapter 1:

I walked out onto the fishing doc, watching the waves swaying back and forth. It was quite peaceful. I sighed, looking farther out, into the horizon. The sun was a perfect tint of orange.

It made everything much easier to look at. I'd always loved this place. I come here all the time. Just then, I'd heard a loud splash come from the doc next to me. My eyes snapped over, and I saw a kid. He was small and had brown shaggy hair...but he was drowning.

I rushed over to see a taller and older boy, with shorter hair who was panicking. I shoved past him, running down the doc and jumping into the water. I swam out to where the boy had fallen, and grabbed his arm, hooking mine around him. I swam with him tucked under my arm back to the doc.

The older boy looked at him with relief. "Sam!" He exclaimed, taking off his jacket and wrapping it around him. "You okay there?" I asked, with sincere concern. I realized how my accent was way more noticeable now. Maybe it was because I was partially out of breath.

They both looked over at me, "Yeah...thanks." The small one, who I presumed was Sam replied. I nodded, "I'm (Y/N)." I stuck out my hand for him to shake. He took it, shaking it shyly. "Sam." He grinned. His smile made me feel warm and fuzzy inside, making me return the favor.

I let go of his hand, turning to the taller one. We shook hands, "You can call me Dean, sweetheart." He winked at me, making me giggle. I let go of his hand, turning back to Sam. "So, y'all are brothers?" I asked, not wanting to assume things, but for some reason genuinely curious about these boys.

They both nodded, "Yes mam'." Dean's replies made my heart flutter each time. 'Mam'?' I was only 14. No reason to be calling me mam' just yet. "So...What're you fellas up to around here?" I asked, realizing just how out of place both of them looked.

Not the normal lake dudes, wearing shorts and a Hawaiian top. They were both wearing jeans and a jacket. It's like 70 degrees out here.

what the hell are they thinking?

[SAM WINCHESTER'S POV:]

I gazed at the girl that had just saved me. Even though Dean pushed me...I'm so grateful for it. Because I've never seen a prettier girl in my whole life.

Her hair is a strawberry blonde...her eyes a gorgeous piercing blue...and her tan skin looked like it was literally glowing in the sun. She looked maybe a little older than me...closer to Dean's age. But with that adorable twangy country accent, and her freckles that were impeccably visible, it was hard to remind myself she was kind off limits.

She would end up having a huge crush on Dean...like every other girl I liked. And I would sit there in the lonely friend zone, waiting for her to notice me. I wish I wasn't so tiny, and that I wasn't a nerd. That would make me way better off. I realized I had been staring and I didn't hear her question...darn it.

I need to start paying attention to what she's saying and not her appearance.

"Well...me and Sam here, were just coming down to the lake to...get a good view." Dean put a casual arm around me, and I watched (Y/N) cock a brow at his hesitation. It seemed as if she almost instantly brushed off her suspicion when she turned back to the lake.

"Me too..."

She said looking out across the waters. The real reason we were here, was because our dad found a case. It probably would only last for a few weeks, and this was probably just some weird 12 year old crush thing. I absolutely hate hormones.

Why do kids my age have to deal with testosterone and estrogen, which then drives epinephrine into- but let's not get into that. That would be super lame. I brought my eyes back up to (Y/N)'s, and I realized she and Dean were in a deep conversation.

This would be the time Dean would ask her out.

I sighed, waiting for his words. "Um, wanna get coffee sometime, or something?" Yep. That was usually what Dean said.

He always does that when he likes someone...and then later he breaks their hearts. I'd be fine if it was any other girl, but she was different.

Even if this was just some hormonal crap, I couldn't just let Dean break her heart. It wasn't right.

"What time would we do that, Dean."

I stepped forward, looking from Dean to (Y/N). Dean gave me a look that basically told me he was annoyed.

He shrugged, "I kinda thought it would be just me and her, man." Dean cleared throat, brushing me off.

"What kind of coffee do you like, (Y/N)?" I asked, trying to improvise and stall so Dean wouldn't even have a chance at breaking her heart.

"Um, I don't like black coffee, so the opposite of black coffee." she replied, for some reason not bothered at all by my question.

However, Dean was beyond annoyed, and it made me almost made me laugh at how hard he was trying to keep his cool. But I know if I were to burst out laughing, he'd probably beat my ass later. So, I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing at his expression.

"Cool." I responded to (Y/N). Our Dad drove by in the impala, rolling down the window.

"C'mon Sam, Dean! We gotta get back."

He called out, making me flinch. Dean turned around, nodding at him. "Alright then, sweetheart...coffee tomorrow at 6?" Dean asked again.

I sighed, knowing I would not win this. "Um, sure." She replied, turning back toward the lake. "Bye (Y/N)." I called back, walking toward the car. I reached for the door handle, about to open it and get in. "Wait, Sam!"

she called out, right before I got in.

I looked back, "Yeah?" I replied.

Why did she want to talk to me?

Usually this happens to Dean, not me. "You're gonna be at coffee tomorrow too, right?" I couldn't believe it. She wanted me to be there too.

Usually, girls pay no mind to me after they see my brother, but damn.

She really might care about me. "Um, I Dunno...Dean might not want me to go..." I kicked a rock, and it went toward her.

I looked up at her, she looked perfect. Her hair was blowing in the wind, and she looked down, then back up. She grinned, "Be there." She chuckled, looking dead at me.

I smiled; happy we might have a chance at being friends. That's all. Friends is perfect. It'll be okay. She'll date Dean, and I'll be friends with her. I chuckled, "I guess I will then."

I nodded toward her, getting in the car. As we drove off, I looked through the back window, waving at her as she waved back.