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Imagine being Dean's daughter and starting your period.
___________ Being the only girl in a group of three men was not the ideal situation for a teenage girl. With so many changes going on in a teenagers life, having another female around was better for everyone, especially the teenager. She would have someone to talk to, ask questions, receive advice, and most importantly guidance. You, though, had to accept all of those things from three adult men who were terribly awkward around females to begin with. Sam was the only one that wasn't so awkward you could cringe. He used google and sent it through text message so you could read it while you were alone. Believing it was science and knowledge based helped through the uneasiness, but god, the pain in his eyes while looking at female anatomy was enough to make to the atmosphere around him turn sour. Dean was the second worst, nearly tied with Castiel, even though he was your father. The mention of puberty and Dean was pale and sweaty. All that he wanted to do was change the subject as soon as possible, so he was never any help. And poor Cas was the worst. His knowledge of teenagers was so small that he didn't even understand the change in hormones. So, when you decided to stand up one early morning after breakfast for another delicious plate a pancakes, fear laced the little nerdy angel as well as the Winchester brothers. There on the back of your jeans was a small stain of blood. "Holy shit, Y/n," your father cursed standing up. "What happened?" "What? What do you mean?" The paper plate bent as you flopped in two more pancakes. "You're bleeding!" "What? Where?" "T-The back of your pants..." Warmth covered your hand as you felt around to find the wet spot. Eyes wide and heart pounding, tears began to fill your eyes. "W-What the- Dad! What's happening!" He froze and looked over to his brother. "Uncle Sam?" "You don't know?" he asked dryly. "Know what!" Oh, of course you knew about the menstrual cycle, but was it supposed to be that much blood? It was freaking Niagara Falls! "A-About...uh...you know... monthly things...end of a sentence...?" "A period?" you asked nervously only to receive a nod as a response. Frozen in place, realization hit you. God, now what! You had no pads, tampons, or panty liners to block the red flow and your Dad and Uncle were sure as hell not taking you shopping for those products. Screw being a woman, damnit! "Y/n, hey, where are you going?" Dean asked as you bolted to the bathroom and locked the door. "Y/n, it's okay!" With much practice after all these years, it wasn't too hard to ignore your father. This trait developed after all the times he freaked over stupid events, not to mention all the times he called your name to tell you to start cleaning. Honestly, it came in handy more often than not. Shaking hands made it hard to call the only close female you knew, Charlie. Luckily, though, she answered on the second ring. "Y/n! What's up?" Silence. That was all that filled the room. "Y/n, is something wrong? Where is your dad? Come on, answer me!" "I-I...I-I started my period..." "That's what this is about...?" the redhead asked gently. "Babe! This is normal! You're a girl! A teenage girl!" "I know, but I don't know what to do! Dad is freaking and Sammy is trying to explain it and-" A groan interrupted your train of thought and flow of words. Why the hell was she so excited? This shit hurt! Hot flashes, mood swings, cravings, and the constant fear of leaking was thrown at you without a single warning. Mother nature threw a curve ball your way yelling, "Watch out" when it was too late. Smack. Straight in the face. "Just stay calm," she giggled. "I'm on my way." "Thank you....oh...and one more thing." "Yes?" "Bring ice-cream."
