Supernatural Reader Inserts

Winchester Sister

"So get this guys, there's might be a case in Ohio, looks like we might have a wendigo." Your brother Sam says without looking up from his laptop at a table in the bunker. Dean came in with a beer in his hand and leaned on the doorway.

"Do we really need a case right now?" You ask.

"It might help us to do something simple, you know take our minds off of stuff." Sam replies.

Dean snorts, "When is are life ever 'simple' Sammy."

Sam shrugged and closed his laptop before leaning back in his chair. You stand up and make your way into the kitchen, opening the fridge you pull out a beer. Glancing back inside the fridge you notice that there is nothing but a bottle of mustard inside.

Yelling to the other room, "Supply run!"

"Dean its your turn to go!" You wait and hear a groan before coming back into the main room.

"Come on I went last time."

"I'll go then, but I need the keys." Dean throws the keys he had been holding to you.

"Careful." He says as you turn toward the door.

"That was never my strong suit." You say make your way toward the front door.

You open the door of the black 67' Chevy Impala. The smell of leather fills your nostrils as you start it up. Once you you make it to the road you click on the radio, AC/DC soon fils the old car. It's a little overcast today, but not to bad looks like it might rain latter. Turning up the radio you sink back in the seat a little more. When you get to the grocery store, a little one only two other cars are in the parking lot. You take the key out of the ignition and step out of the car.

You don't expect it to happen, someone grabs you and begin pulling you away form the store. Struggling, you manage to get a hand free, and reach for your pistol on your belt. A second pair of hands pulls it first grabbing your free arm. At this point you turn on one of them, bringing a leg up to his stomach and kicking as hard as you can, but just as you watch him double,over a needle is sunk into your neck and the grey sky fades black, your knees buckle under you.

Dean pasted, the overprotective older brother side coming out at full force. "It's been an hour and she won't answer her phone."

Sam rolled his eyes, "Dean Y/N can handle herself, she probably went to pick up something else."

"If she would answer the damn phone I wouldn't be worried!" Dean growled.

Your head feels like someone filled it with cotton balls and your limbs seam to heavy to move. Blinking you notice that one of the reasons you can't move your arms is that there tied behind you. Typical, you hated Sunday's, something always when wrong. Looks like this one was no different. Slowly pieces of what happened come back. Two men. Cloudy. Grocery Store.

A door opens, a man comes out, "Well if it ain't sleeping beauty." He says and then shows his teeth the retractable needles, coming out. Vampires. Crap. You growl at him and spit in his direction. He just laughs, never a good sign.

"Your brothers won't be coming for you I'm afraid, we've made sure to take you quite a ways away."

How long had you been out? An hour? A day? He walks over and squats beside you pulling your head to face him, his tone suddenly serious, "You've killed many of my kind, you killed my mate, call this personal payback." In one fluid movement he sinks his teeth into your neck, you stifle a scream and struggle frantically. He pulls away wiping your blood from his mouth and laughing again.

"I think I'll keep you around awhile." He snarls.

"Your going to be in for a surprise once you meet my brothers." You spit. The warm blood runs down your neck and soaks the collar of your plaid shirt. He moves back and stands up. You hold his gaze starring him down, even from your position on the floor. As he turns around, the door comes down from across the old barn you where in and your brothers run in, wielding machetes. All of the Winchester have been to hell and back (literally) and most of the time they where dragged back by each other in one way or another, so messing with one, meant you got all of them on you. Especially if you even looked at there sister, let alone try to kidnap her.  It took about five seconds before their was a dead vampire on the floor, two seconds later Sam was pulling at the ropes around you. Yelling from the room told you that Dean was taking out his anger on the rest of the nest. You stood up on shaky legs and where crushed in a hug by Sam. He gave you a rag to cover up your neck. You smiled and thanked him. Dean came back splattered in blood.

"Y/N!" He ran over and you found your self crushed in another hug. "I said be careful!" He mutters.

"And I told you that wasn't me strong suit." He still looks worried and and begins checking you over and looking at the bite on your neck.

"Dean I'm fine!"

"You are anything but fine." He grumbled. Sam shuffled off to find your cell and pistol they had taken. A few minutes later you walk out into the bright sunlight. The Impala waits patently outside.

"How long?" You question.

"About three hours to find you." Sam replies. You slide into the passenger seat side and Sam whines about having to sit in the back seat. After a few minutes of driving you let your eyes fall shut and slip into sleep.

Hi guys, I hope it wasn't horrible! If there is any spelling and or grammar mistakes I would be glad to fix them. Thanks for reading.