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Father John TV show: Supernatural (yassss)
"You're not them, you're you and I couldn't have asked for a better daughter"
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You looked down at your hands, the crimson liquid painted them, the sight of the blood made your hands shake at the thoughts of the event that just occurred
Your father, John Winchester, took you and your brothers, dean and Sam on a hunt, you were three years older than Sam making you seventeen and Sam and Dean fourteen and eighteen.
The four of you were hunting werewolves, it was going well, until..
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"Dad are you sure about this?" You asked your shotgun pulled to your chest while you checked how many silver bullets you had. "Y/n I'm sure" John assured you peeking around the corner to see your brothers were in place "you remember the plan?" He asked you looking down at you, you nodded your head "repeat it" he ordered
"Stay here, while you go to the east, you flunk them while Sam and I shoot hopefully so you or Dean can have a clear shot at their Alpha" you told him your body shaking in nerves "good"
And there he went, your father left you behind a crate to flunk the pack of werewolves, your nerves were sky rocketing and you didn't know why, you were always calm on hunts but for some reason this one made you so nervous you almost squeezed the trigger.
You heard gunfire and knew it was time but you couldn't move, "y/n!" You father voice yelled through the gunfire and the growls from the pack, hearing steps you saw your brother dean come towards you "shorty? Hey y/n you're okay" he called to you using his nickname he gave you since before sam was born. Trying to bring you back.
You didn't realise until it was too late a claw came down towards your brother, you were and raised the gun in your hand pulling the trigger but not fast enough to aim it just at the werewolf.
A thump was heard, the werewolf laid on the ground, a silver bullet embedded into its head. You looked at dean noticing him looking at his shoulder now realising you didn't just shoot the werwolf.
You shot your brother at the same time "Dean!" You called out when he fell backwards his eyes squinting in pain "dammit Shorty" he groaned out his arm coming up to his shoulder, quickly pushing his hand away you put yours onto the wound applying pressure. You were in a haze, eyes blurry from tears, thoughts running through your head.
"Oh my god, I'm an idiot, shit, shit, stupid" you cursed to your self "dad!" Your little brother yelled out now noticing his presence he was in shock at what he saw, his sister applying pressure to his older brothers wound. While his brother was lying on the ground groaning in pain
"Sam?" Your fathers voice called out in confusion, rounding the corner he stopped at the scene, rushing forward he grabbed his son flipping him onto his side, "Sam go get the kit from the trunk" John ordered the teenager. You leant back letting go of your brother sobbing quietly "y/n I need your help" your father told you his hands this time applying pressure to Deans shoulder, shaking your head you went to stand up.
"I can't" you whimpered shaking you head, running away from them towards the car after Sam came with the kit. You sat next to the car you head in your hands while you sobbed unaware of the blood on your hands.
It wasn't long after until you heard a car door slam shut then a hand on your shoulder "y/n?" Your fathers voice broke through the silence lifting your head up you looked into his eyes. Reaching up with a rag he wiped your brothers blood from your face "it wasn't your fault" he told you
"Yes it was!" You yelled standing up, "I'm not you, or my brothers, I don't have Sam's smartness, the way he remembers everything he reads from research, I don't have Deans Courage or Braveness, I'm weak dad!" You yelled your cheeks stained with tears while you stared into your fathers eyes. The hurt look on John's face from the words that came from your mouth, he was sad that you his daughter thought you weren't a Winchester that you couldn't get anything right, you were far from that.
"Y/n, sweetheart, I know you're not them, You're you, you're my little girl, and wether you believe it or not you do have courage and bravery" he told you placing a hand on your shoulder while bending down at the waist to be eye level with you.
"You're not them, you're you and I couldn't have asked for a better daughter, so sweetheart stop comparing yourself to your brothers" he said wiping your tears away. "Deans okay, it went clean through no internal damage done" your father assured you smiling softly down at you, you nodded softly sniffling a bit before hearing your name being called "y/n" your brother's voice sounded behind you.
Turning around you saw Dean and Sam walking towards you, your younger brother keeping Dean straight while he leaned his good arm into Sam. They walked up to you, Dean wrapping his good arm around you pulling you into him while Sam's little arms wrapped around you waist "it's okay" Dean soothed into your hair trying to soften the cries that left your shaking body. Placing a loving kiss on the side of your head.
John stood behind the three Winchester's before walking up to them placing a hand on his eldest son's good shoulder and his other on his youngest son's hair while placing a reassuring kiss in your hair. Before urging the three of you to get into the car to go back to the hotel for a well needed rest.
