𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥: 𝐀 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥

𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐨𝐫

Summary: A teenage y/n has been struggling with her sexuality for some time. How are Sam and Dean going to react when they hear that their longest friend is bisexual? More importantly....how's her father going to react?

TRIGGER WARNINGS: underage drinking, underage 'first base', mentions of underage sex, homophobic and racist slurs, depictions and graphic descriptions of child labor, exploitation and abuse (don't hate on me because we all know John Winchester is canonically abusive and so is F/N)

(Dean is 19 years old, Sam and Y/N are 15 years old. Padma is a new OC and is also 15 years old. Her faceclaim is Megan Suri)

Author's Note: READ THE TRIGGER WARNINGS PLEASE!! Do not read this if you are sensitive to abuse and slurs. I repeat DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO ABUSE AND SLURS!!! This chapter is not for the faint of heart, it is darker than anything I've ever written before but it is sadly canonical so I apologize in advance <3

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Third Person POV
Havenwood, Georgia
•1998

Being the only girl in a house filled with men wasn't necessarily an easy task. Especially when two of those men, the patriarchs, were raging hormones of toxic masculinity. In time, Y/N learned to cope...sorta.

She was conditioned to lean into her role as the 'woman of the house' from day one. Whether it was to make them dinner or clean up after the boys. But you bet your ass those boys didn't let little y/n/n always clean up after them, they tried not to feed into the toxic masculinity their fathers perpetuated but sometimes, it was so consuming.

The second she grew boobs and her little red friend came to pay a visit every month, her father and John taught her how to hustle drunken rednecks at bars. And by hustle, we mean seduce, using her body and street smarts to cheapshot them out of their money and bring home some bacon.

She'd be seen as an easier target to be taken advantage of, to be preyed on. And their fathers used that to their advantage.

Even if the hustlee's egos became bruised after getting their asses handed to them by a newly pubescent girl or if they tried to attack her, she had the four men to back her up. Not that she needed it since it wasn't hard to take on a drunk creep when she had a taser handy and years of training under her belt.

She hated it.

Every. Single. God. Damn. Second.

She felt sexualized and disgusted with herself every time she'd come back to that crappy bar booth with a wad of cash, plastering on a fake smile before plopping down in the booth next to Sam and Dean.

Those boys knew better. Actually, they fucking hated seeing how y/n had to practically pimp herself out just to satisfy John and F/N, doing what 'a hunter is supposed to do' but they couldn't say anything without being whipped across the face themselves.

Because in what god-given world should a 15-year old girl be doing in a bar hustling grown ass creeps?

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Y/N slumped into the seat, feeling like a ragdoll as she plopped down next to Dean. The familiar musky scent of his cheap cologne was the only thing that kept her from throwing up all over the booth.

As she set down the money on the table with a sigh, she was greeted with sympathetic looks from Sam and Dean while John and F/N remained stoic, silently inspecting how much she made.

John picked up the wad of cash, flicking through it and counting the bills. "Good work, sweetheart," he said, his tone gruff but satisfied. Sam fidgeted uncomfortably, his gaze darting between Y/N, his father and F/N.