Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #31: You're Beautiful

This imagine is dedicated to amara_smiles . Amara babe I had to tweak your idea a little to fit what was in my head. The imagine is set in season 10 like you wanted, but the story was changed so the Mary Winchester lived long enough to give birth to the reader.

Imagine: Sam and Dean discover they have a little sister.

Age: 16

     "Hey, Dean, can I talk to you?" Sam entered the room with Dad's journal held tight in his hands. Dean looked up from his laptop with a cocky grin.

     "You just did."

    "Shut up, this is serious." Dean made to crack another joke before he noticed that Sam seemed rattled, and with a jump of concern Dean settled down.

     "What's up, Sammy?" Dean asked, worry laced across his face, "Are you okay?"

     "I'm fine, but I was reading through Dad's journal, right? And you remember when Mom left Dad because she wanted a life outside of hunting, because Dad was insane? She wanted us to come, but Dad wouldn't let us. Remember that?" Sam asked.

     "Yeah, she told him she wanted to take me and you and live a normal life, and Dad told her to go alone. That was one of the worst days of my life, and it was the day I lost all my respect for Dad." Dean responded, his voice dark and slightly annoyed, "Why the hell are you bringing it up?"

    "Look, I know you don't like it when I do, but you need to know something. Something I found in Dad's journal." Dean was curious now, his anger forgotten as he sat up straighter in the chair.

     "Sam, what's going on? Dad died last year, and Mom told us not to contact her anymore."

     "Listen to this. We thought Dad stopped writing after Mom left, but as I was flicking through I found one more entry, hidden between two pages that had been glued together," Sam cleared his throat and pointed to the words, and Dean's heart rate quickened as he listened to his brother speak.

     "'Mary called me today. She found another."

     Sam paused, and Dean raised an eyebrow.

     "That's it? So what?"

     "'She has a fifteen year old daughter.'" Dean's heart seemed to freeze in place and he felt his blood run cold. His breath came shallower and he vision blurred. Slowly, he stood, taking a few confused breaths and clutching the table before him with white knuckles.

     "We have a sister?" He questioned quietly, his voice barely breaking a whisper.

     "She would be sixteen now, yeah. But Dean, that's not all he wrote." Sam explained slowly, not wanting to throw so much on his brother so quickly, but at the same time knowing that Dean deserved to know everything. Dean's gaze came back into focus and drifted back up to meet Sam's.

     "What else is there?"

     "Dean," Sam gave a sigh, pressing his lips together momentarily. He knew his brother wouldn't like the words that followed, "It says that she became a hunter."

     Dean's world was spinning, and as he stumbled backward, absorbing much too much for him to handle, he found himself with a near soul-crushing fear.

     "We have a baby sister and she's a hunter? Mom wouldn't let that happen." Dean murmured slowly, trying to make sense of all the things placed on his chest.