Sad Supernatural Imagines :'(

the game. (Winchesters X Sister!Reader)

Ages:
Y/N- 15
Sam-17
Dean- 21
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"Come on, Dean. You have to come."
Sam says as he leans against his schools red brick walls.
"I can't, Sam, I'm helping dad tune up baby."
Dean mutters as if he's frustrated with something.
"You promised her you would. You promise her everytime-"
"And I would go, but things keep coming up."
Sam scoffs.
"You're gonna kick yourself for blowing her off, one day."
He hooks the phone onto the receiver and walks away.
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(An hour later)
Sam cheered from the stands, screaming your name as loud as he could and jumping up and down as you scored the winning goal.
Your teammates ran to your side and picked you up, holding you against the cold rain.
Everything seemed to be going in slow motion as they bounced you in the air.
You're wet hair slapped the sides of your face.
You look over at the stands to give Sam and Dean a big smile.
But, Dean isn't there, so your heart drops.
Sam yells your name.
His hair is matted down to his forehead, and he has on a proud face.
Your team sets you down and gives you a huge group hug.
"You fucking did it, Y/N!"
Your friend Lana says as she cups your face in her cold hands.
You force a smile and a laugh as you try not to look over at the stands again.
Lana gets suddenly pushed away, and you're engulfed in another tight hug.
It's Sam.
He spins you around and laughs loudly.
"I can't believe it. I am so proud of you, Y/N."
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The car ride home is next to silent, and you were grateful for it.
You were both soaking wet, and freezing.
Talking was the last thing you were thinking about.
Plus, you were furious.
Furious with Dean.
He missed yet another game.
It didn't hurt so bad in the past, because you almost always lost.
You were usually glad he wasn't there to see you fail.
However, this was different.
You had actually won, and your oldest brother wasn't there to see it.
You're glad that Sam was, of course.
Then again, Sam went to every single one of your games, no matter what.
He stayed after school, just to watch you play.
"You okay, bud?"
Sam asks without taking his eyes from the road.
"What? O-oh, yeah...I'm good."
You reply as you came back to reality.
"Hey, uh, I'm sorry that Dean-"
"I'll stop you there, Sammy. I really don't want to talk about it, or even think about it, honestly."
Sam pursed his lips and nodded.
"Right, right. Understandable."
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You jumped out of Sam's rust infected 97 and ran inside of the motel room.
It was still pouring outside.
By the time you made it in, you were dripping in rain from head to toe.
Sam followed you, but in a more hurried manner.
He almost slid into the TV set.
You both burst out into a fit of laughter as Sam clung to the couch to keep his balance.
"That was close."
You say, shaking yourself like a wet dog.
"Seriously, though. I could have busted my ass."
He carefully stood up straight and took a seat at the tiny wood motel table.
It was the only thing to sit on that wouldn't be ruined by doing so, other than maybe the floor.
"Or worse...the TV."
Sam giggles lightly.
The AC to the room suddenly turns on and you shiver violently.
"Oh, hell, that's cold. Look, I won the game. I'm calling the first shower."
Sam glances at the bathroom, and back at you.
Before you can breathe he takes off towards the bathroom, you run fast but are met by a locked door.
You smack the door, playfully.
"You asshole!"
It didn't matter. You just had to get the hell out of those soaked clothes.
You changed quickly and jumped onto the couch.
As you reached for the remote, the front door opened, Dean was home.
He wasn't wet, so the rain must have stopped.
Dad was no where in sight, as per usual.
"Hey, squirt."
You set the remote down and turned to look at him.
You couldn't respond.
You were too angry.
He gave you a strange look and walked towards you.
"Something wrong, Y/N?"
You scoff lightly.
He didn't remember, at all.
He didn't even think about it.
You roll your eyes and slump back into the couch cushions.
"No...I guess there isn't."
Dean shrugs and walks over to the little motel table and sits down.
"Oh fuck. This chair is wet."
He jumps up and looks at the chair.
"What the hell?"
He asks, rhetorically.
You turn around to see him, with a wet ass, and you struggle to hold back a laugh.
"Sam's fault. It was raining cats and dogs on our way back from my game."
Dean grunts at me and grabs a rag to wipe the chair.
"Speaking of that...how was your game?"
Your eye twitches as you're reminded that he'd forgotten about the game.
"Do you care?"
Dean stops wiping the chair.
"Pardon?"
He asks as he throws the rag onto the table, offended.
"You heard me, Dean. Do you even care?"
He was speechless.
His eyebrow was raised high, and his jaw was slightly hung.
He couldn't believe your tone.
You respected Dean.
He acted like a father when John wouldn't, but he had crossed the line.
This hit hard, and you didn't quite know why.
It felt like abandonment.
"I mean, when have you? You haven't cared about any of my other games. Why would you give a rats ass for this one?"
Dean rolls his eyes at your fussing.
Your cheeks feel hot with anger.
"Come on, kid. Thats not fair-"
"Oh, isn't it? I've had thirty games, in total. Thirty, and you couldn't even go to one."
You get up, and walk to the other side of the room.
Your damp hair fisted in your hands.
Dean shakes his head in annoyance, not a sign of guilt anywhere.
You turn around after taking a breath and let go of your hair.
"So, what? So, I didn't go to any of your games. They are high school soccer games, Y/N. I have other things I would rather do then sit in rickety stands for an hour just to watch you lose."
You're shocked at what he says, and he is too.
Your anger dissipated, and was quickly replaced by a sadness of sorts.
"Y/N-"
"You know....I won. Even if I hadn't you should have-"
You lost your motivation to defend yourself, or to speak in general.
"Actually, fucking forget it. You want to know about the game? Ask Sam, he's never missed one."
Your voice cracks and you leave the room.
Not bothering to slam the door.
There was no point in being angry.
You can't be upset with someone who doesn't care.
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When Sam comes out of the shower, he's dressed and has a comb in his hand.
He looks around for you, but you aren't there.
It was just Dean, who sat quietly at the end of his bed.
"Hey, dude. Where's Y/N?"
Dean looks up at Sam.
"Oh...uh she headed out."
Sam shrugs and runs the comb though his hair a few times before laying it down.
"So. She tell you?"
He asked as he plopped himself down on the bed beside Deans.
"Yeah, yeah. That she won the game, right?"
Dean stammered, trying to act as if nothing was going on.
"It was amazing, man. You should have been there."
Sam smiles, not trying to hurt his brother's feelings.
He just should have been there to witness how amazing you were.
That was all that was intended to cross.
Dean shot up from the bed.
"You know...you gotta stop that. I should have been there, and I know that but I didn't think-"
"Whoa. Relax. What's happening?"
Sam says as he gets up and puts his hands on Deans shoulders to get him to make eye contact.
"I...She got mad. Because, I didn't go to the game. I said that other things were more important-"
"Jesus-"
"I said that I didn't want to go just to see her lose."
Sam dragged his hand down his scruffy face and sighed heavily.
"You are such an ass."
Sam says with anger dripping from his words.
Dean wanted to say something else, but Sam shook his head to stop him.
He didn't want to hear another word.
They both sat down on the couch.
Stiff and awkward.
"It was the last quarter of the game, and it's pouring rain. There's two minutes left, and the teams are tied. Competition is tight, since the opposing team has never lost a game before."
Sam pauses for a moment, turning to look at Dean, who is paying attention to every word he spoke.
"I mean, the ball was theirs. Now, there is thirty seconds left and Y/N...she just takes off. She runs and takes that ball so fast, if I blinked I would have missed it."
Dean tenses as the story progresses.
His heart filling with pride, for you.
"She scores the winning goal with three seconds left on the clock. Everyone goes crazy. I started screaming at the top of my lungs. Man, you should have seen it. Her team lifted her into the air and chanted her name. It was...really something."
Sam gets up and grabs a coat.
"I wouldn't have missed it for the world."
He leaves and shuts the door behind him.
Dean sits alone, prideful and yet overwhelmingly filled with sadness.
He'd missed your winning goal.
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