Supernatural Imagines and One-shots (Requests Closed)

Silent Treatment - Sister Reader

You sat in the backseat of the Impala, your arms folded across your chest as you stared out the window. Sam and Dean had told you to stay in the car while they did a simple salt and burn. When they took too long you got out to help. Somehow they'd managed to lose both the lighter and the matches which made the burn part a little difficult. You had your own and lit the bones up but not before the ghost had gotten in a good hit, causing you to slam your shoulder into a large boulder.

Instead of thanking you for saving their asses, both your brothers had proceeded to yell at you for not listening and getting hurt. You knew they were just freaked out and angry at themselves but that didn't mean they got a free pass for yelling at you. Assholes. 

"Come on, Y/N. Stop pouting," Dean coaxed, looking at you in the mirror. You simply looked back at him and arched a brow. 

Sam fidgeted in his seat. You learned long ago there was absolutely nothing they hated more than you giving them the silent treatment. 

"We're really, sorry," Sam said as he turned in his seat to look at you. 

You shrugged and turned back to the window. Let them suffer for awhile. 

***

"It's been three days, Sam," Dean said and tossed the book he was reading on the table. 

Sam turned his chair around to look at his brother. "I know, but what do you want me to do about it."

As soon as you'd returned to the bunker, you'd shut yourself in your room and they hadn't seen or heard from you since. You'd long ago equipped your room with a mini fridge and microwave so you didn't have to come out if you didn't want to.

"I miss her," Dean whined. 

Sam snorted. "You miss her cooking. It's pie night."

"Well, that, too." He frowned as he thought. "What if we cut off the power to her room?"

"Are you insane?" Sam asked with wide eyes. "I suppose you want to break into her room, too? Don't you remember what happened last time?"

You may have been Sam's twin and smaller than both of your brothers, but you knew exactly how to get to them and they were both terrified of pissing you off. You could be brutal.

"I'm going to try talking to her again. She's got to come out eventually," Dean insisted and headed toward your room. Sam trailed unhappily behind.

When they arrived at your door, Dean knocked gently. "Y/N? Hey, are you okay in there? We're starting to get a little worried."

The only answer was the volume on the TV getting louder.

Dean pounded on the door. "Damn it, Y/N. Open the damn door."

Sam smacked him in the arm with the back of his hand. "That's not going to help. Knock it off." He turned to the door. "Hey, sis. It's Sammy. We're really sorry, and we miss you. Could you unlock the door please?"

They both pressed their ears to the door waiting for any indication that you were responding. 

"What are you guys doing?" a whisper came from behind them.

Sam and Dean both cried out in surprise and jumped. Turning, they found a grinning Gabriel behind them. He sucked on a lollypop as he gave them a little wave. "Is Sugar not talking to you again?"

Dean growled. "I told you not to call her that."

Gabe arched his brows. "Sorry. Hey, Sweet Cheeks, you in there?" he yelled, earning another growl from Dean.

The angel shrugged and snapped his fingers together. Your door unlocked and creaked open. Your brothers exchanged a look before pushing against the door to open it the rest of the way. "Y/N?" Sam called as they stepped the rest of the way into the room. 

It didn't take them long to discover that you weren't in the room. 

"How in the hell is this possible?" Dean asked. "The door was locked from the inside and we both heard the volume on the TV change."

They narrowed their eyes as they reached the same conclusion at the same time. "Gabriel," they said in unison and turned around to find the angel leaning on the wall across the hall. He waved at the brothers. 

Dean strode across the room and grabbed Gabe's shirt to shove him against the wall. "Where's my sister?"

His usual smug grin crossed his face. "She's been with me the whole time, boys. The thing with the TV was just a trick. She sent me with a message though."

"What message?" Sam asked as Dean relaxed his hold slightly.

"She said to tell you to make your own damn pie. See you later boys." With that the angel disappeared. 

"Damn it, Y/N," Dean grumbled as he stomped off, preparing to go buy himself some pie.