Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #14: Safe and Sound

Imagine: The boys find you, abandoned and alone, and decide to take you in, but will John accept you?

Age: newborn

     Her cry may have been quiet, but it was deafening nonetheless. Dean had never heard a sound send him such hysteria so quickly, but as soon as he heard, faint, and soft, his heartbeat had quickened, his eyes dilated, and he found himself rushing toward the sound.

He was an amazing hunter, but the one thing he could not ignore was the sound of a child.

Even worse, a child who was alone.

You were alone when he and Sam found you, wrapped in a ratty blanket and sobbing your eyes out. You sat behind a dumpster in a dark alleyway, subject to the harsh elements of a midnight rain that blew you with frigid air and soaked you to the tiniest of your bones.

"Dean, do you hear that?" Sam walked down the sidewalk half a step behind his brother, the light rain slapping their jackets the only noise to break through the thick silence in the air.

"Yeah, sounds like a cat or something." Dean slowed down a little and quieted his boots, listening hard to try and determine what that small noise emanating from an alleyway was.

"It's so quiet, but it's definitely not a cat." Sam said. The noise grew ever-so-slightly louder, and Dean recognized it to be a cry. A cry of despair, and agony. His eyes widened and he stopped moving completely.

"Oh my God," he squinted into the darkness of the alleyway, producing a flashlight from his jacket pocket, "It's a baby."

Sam barely had time to respond with a 'what?' before Dean had taken off down the alleyway, Sam scrambling to follow him.

Dean followed the noise to a dumpster, full of nasty food and surrounded by stray cats that he quickly scared off. The cats fled, but the noise remained, obviously coming from behind the trash.

"Sammy, help me." Dean clamped his flashlight between his teeth and took hold of the corner of the dumpster, grimacing at the slick wetness it possessed, and Sam grabbed the other end. With a heave, they both pulled the object back far enough for Dean to get behind it.

And there you were, eyes bright as crystals, nose running, tears cutting trails down your cheeks while a mop of (color) hair glued itself to your head with the rain.

"Oh my God." Dean breathed, scooping you up in his arms and holding you closely to his chest. You cries quieted the moment you felt yourself being moved, and the most beautiful of smiles lit your face as your pretty (color) eyes met Dean's. You latched onto his thumb with both hands and held it closer, your body shivering as you stared up at the man above you, occasionally glancing at Sam right beside him.

"Where'd she come from?" Sam wondered out loud, looking at your blanket for any sort of information on who you were, but you were nameless, homeless, and parentless.

"I don't know, but whoever left her is a heartless son of a bitch." He would never fully know what it was that drew him to you so wholeheartedly, but he did know that he loved you from the moment he first pulled you into his arms, and that no amount of argument would convince him to let you go.

"Can we keep her?"

"Sam, you know she doesn't deserve that. For us to bring her up in this life, with these monsters, it's almost worse than leaving her here to die." Dean said, but despite this he had doubts of his own. He wanted to keep you as badly as Sam did.

"But we can raise her. Bobby, and Dad, and you and me, we can teach her and she can become the greatest huntress in the world! Wouldn't that be amazing? Other hunters would see her and their jaws would drop and they would say, 'Look, that's Sam and Dean's girl.'" Sam argued, tossing his hands in the air for emphasis. Dean had to admit, imagining a future in which hunter from around the U.S. could marvel at this girl, and he could be proud of her and call her his own, it wasn't something he wanted to pass up.

"Okay," Dean said eventually, "She's ours."

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"Dad? We have something to show you." Sam stood with you in his arms just outside of John's view while Dean entered the room.

John looked up from his lore book with an eyebrow raised, "What is it boys?"

"Well, we found something in an alleyway on the way back to the motel." Dean said tentatively, fidgeting with his hands and shifting back and forth on his feet. John closed his book and gave Dean his full attention.

"Well? What is it?" He asked.

In response, Dean glanced back and waved his brother forward. Sam stepped into the room, revealing you sitting in his arms, the smile having not left you since you were picked up.

John practically leapt from his seat before Sam or Dean could say a word, taking you from Sam and holding you close.

"Where did you get her?" He asked intensely, staring into your eyes with interest.

"Like we said, we found her alone in an alleyway." Dean explained.

"We have to take her to the orphanage before leave town." John said, rocking you back and forth slightly. You began to giggle and coo, chewing on John's fingers with toothless gums, your smile never leaving your face.

"Dad-" Sam paused, and the extremity of his voice made John glance up at him in confusion.

"What, son?"

"I want, I want to keep her." Sam said, and John's eyes widened a little.

"We want to keep her." Dean stepped a little closer to his brother, backing him up, "I've always wanted a little sister to protect."

"Yeah, and that's all we'd ever do, is protect her. Boys, you know what's out there, we can't keep a child." John retorted, tilting his head to the side, "Why do you want to keep her anyway?"

"When we saw her-" Sam began, his eyes locking onto you, "the first thing she did was smile. And she hasn't stopped smiling since. Dad, we want a little sunshine like that. We want someone who we can come home to after hunts. Someone who's gonna kiss us and hug us and ask how our day was and cuddle us if we are sad and take care of us if we feel sick. Someone who other hunters will marvel at, and we get to say she's ours. I want someone like that, Dad, and I have a feeling we won't get it from anyone but her."

"And you boys think you have what it takes to raise a child?" John challenged, his eyes narrowing. What was surprising to him was when Dean's eyes narrowed right back.

"Well, Sammy turned out okay, don't you think?" Checkmate. Dean fired the final shot, and John was out for the count. John knew he was a shit father, and he knew that those boys could take better care of you than any simple mother would.

"Alright, if you're so high and mighty," John walked over and handed you to Sam, "she's yours."

He pretended to be indifferent, but secretly John knew that this new child of his would turn out to be everything he always wanted in a daughter, and that he would love her unconditionally, despite the circumstances.

"It's official, little Winchester!" Dean exclaimed excitedly, giving your cheek a tiny, painless pinch.

"What are we gonna name her, Dean?" Sam asked, glancing at his brother.

"Well, how about I do first name and you do middle?"

"Sure."

After a long debate of names, it was soon decided that you would known as (first name) (middle) Winchester.

"Has a nice ring to it, don't you think?" Sam asked you, and you gave a happy squeal. He handed you to Dean and he rubbed his nose against yours.

"Welcome to the family, Y/n Winchester."