Supernatural Sister/Daughter Imagines

The Dork

Your two brothers were the best brothers you could ever ask for. Both cared for you, gave you things the other couldn't and gave you so much love that you never really got sad about not having a mom or real dad. Sam homeschooled you since you came with them on every hunt and it would look suspicious to a school if you showed up with bruises and missed school a lot. Dean taught you the real life things, like changing a tire or credit card fraud.

Since you didn't go to school, nor really go out with anyone your age, you had things that helped you escape your reality. Comics and superheroes became your obsession as well as shows.

In short, you were a full blown dork.

You collected the figures, the books and even memorabilia from the new obsession. Both Marvel and DC held special places in your heart, but you knew as well as anyone that Marvel had the best live action movies and DC had the best animated series. You had Doctor Who collectables that were limited edition and a signed photo of Viggo Mortensen. Your small room in the bunker was filled with them.

Dean and Sam had no real opinion about it, as long as it didn't get in the way of life.

Till one day it did.

The three of you were on a hunt involving wendigos. Last time you faced one, it ended with you getting severely hurt. You weren't really a hunter, more of a research and let the boys deal with it rather than you. However, Dean said he needs all hands on deck, and who were you to say no. You have always wanted to help out your family. When John was still alive, he pushed you to be a hunter more. It made you feel small in a sense.

The day of the hunt arrived, and Dean told you the night before to double check the duffel for all the supplies. You looked at the clock and saw the time. It was a Tuesday night, the newest episode of Young Justice was airing.

All three of you went on the hunt the following morning. The three of you followed the trail and found the cavern the beast was hiding in. Sam played bait, since you were out of practice.

"(Y/N)! Throw me the flare gun!" Dean shouted at you as the noise of Sam's baiting and the creature got closer. You dropped the duffel on your shoulder and kneeled to search. Only issue, there was no flare gun.

Your whole body felt heat go through it as you searched for the non-existent gun. You began to retrace your steps and realized you fell asleep after the show and never checked the bag,.

"(Y/N) NOW!" Dean screamed, and turned to see you with no gun. He finally dropped down the check the bag himself since you never responded. After searching and found nothing, Dean's face became red. "WHERE IS IT?!"

You couldn't respond, you froze and shook. Memories of your last hunt with a wendigo with no gun replayed over and over again in your head.

Sam's screams woke you up. Dean was gone and all you could see was Sam slumped on the wall bleeding, and the shadows of Dean fighting the beast with what looks like a torch.

"S-S-S-Sammy?" You whispered, then crawled quickly to his bleeding side. Deep slashes bled from his chest, his shirt ripped with razor sharp nails. His eyes were closed, with a cut on his forehead dripping down his face. You began to shake him, trying to wake him up. "Sammy, please, please wake up."

The dying screams of the wendigo shrieked in your ears as the noise echoed in the cave. A bloody and angry Dean came out of the shadows. His chest heaved heavily as he stared at you and Sam.

Dean didn't say a word, just pushed you slightly to the side and grabbed a wounded Sammy. He looked down at you, then walked away. It took you a minute to quickly scramble and grab the duffle to follow your older brothers. The three of you got in the Impala, well two of you as Dean laid Sammy in the back seat with you. The drive beck to the bunker was silent, tense and saddening.