Multiple occasions where you called dean and sam by their nicknames. Requested by Amazing_Expierence
*4 Years old*
You sit on the swing set behind Bobby's house. You push yourself slowly staring at the puddle beneath you. You sigh hoping your brothers will come back soon.
"Y/N sweetie! Dinners ready!" You hear Bobby call out from the back porch.
You jump off the swing and run up Bobby's stairs. You walk inside to smell the yummy pizza. You sit at the table and Bobby hands you two slices of pizza.
You look at him with your stubborn look and he laughs giving you two more.
"Now you have to save us some." You hear deans voice from behind.
"De! Sammy!" You cheer jumping out of the chair.
Dean picks you up smiling as he holds you close.
*8 Years old*
You sit on the motel bed swinging your feet back and forth. You keep looking at the door waiting for your dad to come back.
"Do you really think he's coming back?" You hear Sam whisper to Dean.
"I don't know Sam." Dean mumbles under his breath.
You hear an engine roar from outside. You jump down from the bed cheering and you look out the window. You see your dad walk from the car to your motel door.
He stumbles a bit but he's probably just tired. You wait from the three knocks. Knock. Knock. Knock. Sam walks past you and opens the door.
"Daddy!" You cheer running to him.
He holds the wall for support as you run and hug him. He mumbles pushing you aside. Sam snickers kneeling down to you.
"Daddy?" You walk to him but he pushes you down.
You scrap your knee on the ground. Years form in your eyes.
"Sammy." You cry and he picks you up.
Sam wants to yell and scream at John but he doesn't. He just holds you close kissing your forehead.
*13 Years old.*
You walk into the motel room after a brutal day at school. You slam your book bag down onto the bed which startles your brothers. You moan laying on the bed.
You let out a dramatic sigh.
"Okay spill." You hear Dean slam down a folder on the table.
"It's official. I hate school." You reply slamming your arms down.
Sam snickers. You rise up looking at him with an evil look.
"Oh can it bug. You're not intimidating."
"Oh shut it Sammy. At least my nick name doesn't sound like a chubby 12 year old." You grin winking at him.
He turns away and Dean chuckles.
"Can it De." He looks at you, and you stick your tongue out which he does the same.
*15 Years old*
You turn the corner with your gun raised. You slowly take a step over broken glass. You bite your lip as you take another step. A loud crash comes from behind. You quickly turn just to see your giant brother turn the same corner.
You sigh dropping your gun. You turn back around just to have a fist impact with your face. You fall to the ground losing your gun in the process. You turn back to see Sam getting flung across the room.
The creature grabs you by the neck slamming you against the wall. Dean runs taking a shot but misses.
"De." You whimper and the creature slams your head against the wall.
You start seeing stars but force yourself to stay awake. The creature drops you thinking that you're unconscious. He goes over to Sam who's trying to regain his balance.
You crawl over to your gun raising it. The creature turns but you shoot anyway. He falls to the ground lifeless before he could lay a hand on your Sammy.
You sit up leaning against the wall.
"I always knew you were tough." Dean smiles jogging to you.
"Yeah well nobody touches my big moose." You chuckle and fist pump Dean.
"I hate both of you." Sam mumbles helping you up.
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Supernatural Little Sister Imagines
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