Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #11: Fishing

Imagine: You've been stressed about hunting lately, and Sam and Dean feel bad, so they take you to a lake and you swim and fish and all that good shit.

Age: 15

     You were psyched beyond all belief. Your eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep and you hands were almost constantly tangled in your hair, grasping fistfuls of the (colored) locks in frustration and anxiety.

     The hunter's life was getting to you.

     You had lost people. People you were supposed to save. You felt as though everyone around you was drowning, and there you were holding a lifesaver, only to be paralyzed, unable to give it to them.

     It was tearing you apart.

     Sam and Dean noticed this. They noticed everything abnormal that went down in you, every mood swing and every change of heart. They saw how tired you were, the bags under your eyes and the heaviness in your step. They noticed.

     One day they decided to fix it.

     "Y/n? Y/n, time to get up, sweetheart. We've got a little surprise for you." You cracked open your eyes, not even needing to see them to know how dull and broken they were. Sam sat beside you on your bed, stroking your side as he woke you. Dean stood at the end of your bed, the sweetest of smiles on his face as he gazed down upon your sleepy form.

     "Boys? What's going on?" Your voice was heavy with grogginess as you rubbed at your crusty (color) eyes, "Is everything alright?"

     "Everything is fine, babe, but we thought that maybe we could do something fun for a change today." Dean answered, sitting on your other side.

     "Like what?" You asked, wiping your nose on your long-sleeve white T-shirt.

     "Like, there's a lake not far from the bunker. Secluded and empty, ours for the taking. We know how much you love to swim, so we decided we could spend the day out there." Sam answered, and you felt a smile make it's way into your face. God, that smile made Dean melt.

     "Really?" You asked, your voice little and delicate, like a flower.

"Really." Dean confirmed, pulling the side of your head toward him to kiss your forehead tenderly, "Go get dressed."

You hopped out of the bed, leaving Sam and Dean sitting their watching you while you took off toward the bathroom to shower, but before you got over the threshold, you stopped.

Turning around, you sprinted forward and leaped at Sam, crashing into him and sending him falling back on the bed while you hugged him.

"Thank you!" You squealed, kissing Sam's face sloppily while he laughed.

"You're welcome, just go get dressed." Sam said fondly, pushing the ecstatic girl towards the bathroom. She gave a loud whoop and slammed the door shut.

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The lake was beautiful. Surrounded by trees on three sides, a beach hugging to the fourth, it was the perfect place for a swim with family. And the best part was that it was not public, and the only people to grace it's waters were the Winchester trio.

At one point, a hunting or camping cabin of some sort had taken ground by the lake, a small dock built out into the water, but the cabin had long since been abandoned, hardly even a cabin anymore, but the dock was still in one piece, even if a little rickety.

You hopped out of the Impala before it even stopped moving, the sun shining gently on your face. It was early fall, too early to be cold but too late for the sun to be all too bright, instead filtering peacefully through the clouds.

"Guys, this is freakin' awesome!" You exclaimed to no one in particular as your eyes scanned the tree line opposite the lake, already spotting a bunch of birds and a few deer.

"We knew you'd like it." Dean said as he opened the trunk, pulling a bag from inside. Sam followed you as you began scoping out the perfect place under a tree to spread your blanket out.

After setting up all your food and stuff and fighting with Sam over whether you needed sunscreen, you stripped from your clothes into your bathing suit, which you'd been wearing the entire time, and Sam and Dean followed suit.

You took off toward the water without waiting for either brother, only to realize they were chasing you.

With a scream, you sprinted the length of the dock and leaped off of it, Sam and Dean leaving the wood moments after you.

Splashes echoed through the air as the three Winchesters hit the water gleefully, the fresh, crispness of the liquid gracing over your skin like a blanket.

You opened your eyes and swam around underwater, looking at all the fish and turtles swimming below you.

The day was well spent. You got on Dean's shoulders in shallower water and the two of you attacked Sam, now shorter than the duo. You found a ball somewhere in the bunker and threw it back in forth in the water, diving and splashing and all around causing a ruckus. You most likely scared off every animal in a two mile radius, but there was nothing on your mind but fun as you swam around.

After you had tired yourself from swimming, you and the boys returned to your blanket and munched on gourmet sandwiches, courtesy of Dean. You ate your food and climbed up the tree you sat beneath, Sam and Dean following behind you. There was nothing on their mind but you, and whatever you wanted to do they would do.

You ascended the tree until you found a fork just big enough to uncomfortably hold all three Winchesters. Dean and Sam sat beside each other, the wood making almost a cup of sorts, and you sat on top of them, your hair damp but not dripping as you leaned back onto their chests and looked up at the branch-crossed sky, clouds drifting nonchalantly across the open expanse of blue.

"Did you have a good day, Cupcake?" Dean asked hopefully, wrapping his arm around your waist. Sam did the same and you found yourself squished in a tiny space between the two of them, their arms supporting you. It seemed from an outside eye that it would be uncomfortable, but you were very small in size, and fit perfectly.

"I had a great day," you shifted enough so that you could lay your head back on Sam's chest, "God knows I needed this."

"We know how stressed you've been lately," Sam said, his arm tightening around you, "and we want you know we will always be here for you. You don't have to do this alone."

"Yeah," Dean piped up, "Anytime you want to talk, just find us. You can tell us anything."

You smiled, your white teeth shiny and glinting in the sun as your cheeks tinted themselves pink with glee.

"Thank you, I love you boys."

Dean leaned his head down to kiss your cheek, and Sam's lips found your scalp.

"We love you too, kiddo."