Supernatural One-shots!

Jared!Brother.x.reader!sister

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Imagine being Jared's sister and that means having fights all the damn time.

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"Hey Padababy," Misha called after you. You turned around, obviously annoyed at how he still insists on calling you that.

"God Dmitri, don't you have a pie to get hit with or some change in your car you should be finding?" You stated sarcastically as you turned to enter your big brother's, Jared Padalecki, trailer.

"Ha ha... Funny!" He joked, you smiled and faced him, the sun hitting your eyes.

"Okay, well what do you want?" You asked as you began to climb the steps to the door. You were visiting you older brother ( of about a year ), because you were having some issues with rent and work so he offered and payed for you to fly up to Vancouver to stay with him. How heroic....

"I just wanna know how long you're gonna be here with us." Misha smiled, his hands intertwined in front of him as he bounced back and forth on his heels. He was still dressed in costume, probably about to go back on set. You could see the rolled up script poking out of his tan pocket.

"Just until I get back on my feet."

Misha nodded, a tight lined grin spread as if he was contemplating on what to say as he looked down. His hands now tied behind his back.

"Well," he clapped, "if you ever need anything. You know who to call."

"Ghostbusters?" You joked. He let out a laugh and nodded. A voice shouted his name in the distance and he quickly said goodbye.

You turned back to the white door in front of you and knocked.

"Jared," You called, "are you masturbating?"

No response. You knocked again, faster and more impatient. It was freezing outside despite the bright sun directly overhead.

"Jared, open the door you asshole! I'm cold as shit!" You exclaimed, pounding on the door with your fist. You crossed your arms and gripped the sleeves tight. You waited, tapping your foot and bouncing up and down on your ice cube toes. You were about to pound on the door again, but a voice stopped you.

"Having trouble?"

"Oh, hey Jensen. It's nothing, my asshole of an older brother won't open the door." You said, pounding your fist on the door again.

"Hey," Jensen said, you turned around and saw Jensen dangling a single key in front of you, "I got a key."

You smiled as Jensen slid past you, unlocking and opening the trailer door. You walked with Jensen by your side, feeling an immediate blast of heat hit your fringed body. You turned and looked towards the couch, noticing your older brother who had on earphones and engrossed in a video on his iPad.

He looked up at you confused as to why you were giving him a death stare bitch face ( which made you look almost exactly like him ). He stared back, a frown on his face as he looked in between you and Jensen.

"What?"

You rolled your eyes and shut the door behind you, walking to the small kitchen to make your coffee to hopefully warm up your chilled bones.

"I've been knocking outside for 10 minutes in the freezing cold." You said blandly while moving over to the other couch, "Jen had to let me in because, for some crazy reason, he had a key to this and I don't."

"Oh, and Misha!" Jensen piped, you rolled your eyes and muttered am 'of course' under your breath. That made Jared role his eyes.

"Well maybe if you had a job you wouldn't have to be living in my trailer and constantly bitch about not having a key," Jared said calmly, not looking up from his ipad. Your eyes widened.

"Sorry I'm not some big shot tv star! Sorry I actually have to struggle and not get any recognition for when I do a decent fucking job! Sorry I don't get paid millions for kissing ass! Sorry I don't have charity funds that help support my mental health issues or millions of people supporting every little thing I do! My bad!" You snapped, not in the mood to fight and hoping to end it there.

Jared's nostrils flared at your criticism. It wasn't his fault that he got the chance of becoming big. It wasn't his fault he was more talented. He looked over at Jensen apologetically.

"Well, Imma- uh... go get a beer from the fridge..." Jensen said, finding an excuse to escape the brooding tension. He got up and walked in the kitchen, leaving you and Jared on the heated room.

"God, you are you being such a bitch?" He spat.

"I don't know! why are you being such a jerk?" You returned.

You both went quiet again. Boiling, childish anger rising as if you were pubescent teens again. You groaned and got up walking towards the kitchen.

"Where are you going now?" Jared groaned, fake worry in his voice. You turned around, lips tightly pressed.

"I'm going to go apologize to Jensen!" You yelled, arms crossed tightly over your chest.

"To him? Why not me?" He whined out. You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

"Because he got caught in the middle of the fight YOU started!"

"I started? YOU started it by making a bitch fit about the weather!"

"Well maybe if you'd answer the door or give me A FUCKING KEY IT WOULDN'T MATTER!" You groaned and turned, leaving the room.

Jared moved his arm in frustration, accidentally hitting the glass bottle. It toppled to the floor with a loud crash.

"SEE?! LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID!"