One-shots BSM, DDM, DCM, MCM, UNM, Imagines

Afraid, Angry and Confused, BSM, SPN

Y/N = Your Name

N/N = Nick Name

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Sam & Dean

Reader's P.O.V.

14 Years Old

It's been a year since Dad died and almost five months since Dean's soul was dragged to Hell after the hell hounds came for him. 

Sam's constantly getting new ' friends' that are girls and bringing them over. When Sam's not with his little girlfriends, he's always out somewhere. He's never got time for me anymore. My brother seems to always find a reason not to hang out with me. 

I'm here glaring at my brother's new girlfriend, trying to stop myself from talking anymore. I just insulted the barbie type girl and have been copping an attitude towards him all day. I just want to be left alone. I want to deal with my pent up anger and sadness by myself. I don't need to be meeting the girls that Sam's fooling around with. I just want to be by myself. I wish Dean was here. At least then Sam was a decent guy around Dean. 

" Can I talk to you? " Sam hisses while grabbing my arm and yanking me to my bedroom. We're renting an apartment for a little while. Sam's stopped hunting for probably forever. I don't know or like this new Sam. 

My older brother drags me into my bedroom before closing the door loudly. " What was that? " Sam asks angrily. 

I shrug and yank my arm away from my brother's grasp. I plop down on my bed and pull out the family photo album. I'm the only one who looks at the photos now. Sam hasn't touched the album in months. The boys' mom's in here a lot and I can see her handwriting on many of the pages. The boys and I share the same father but not the same mother. My mom left me with my dad and the boys to go join some cult or whatever. The boys' mother seems like a wonderful woman from what I've heard and read. She really cared about dad and her boys. They were her world. I wish my mother had cared about me like that. 

Maybe that's why Sam isn't into hanging out with me. I'm his young half-sibling. Not his full blood sibling. 

" Why are you being such a little brat to Bethany?! " Sam spits in rage. 

" Why do people decide to fight in wars and choose to fight and use violence instead of working things out with words? I don't know. " I flip to a page in the album where the boys and I are smiling in front of a waterfall. Dad took us camping one time after a hunt in the summer. It was wonderful and so much fun. 

Sam narrows his eyes at me. " Don't be smart with me, Y/N. Why are you being such a little jerk? "

" Why do rivers flow? Where does the air come from? All excellent questions with answers I don't care to look for. " I reply. 

" Y-You know what, forget it. " Sam rolls his eyes. " You're grounded. " 

My head snaps up. " What?! " 

" You heard me. " Sam is really getting on my nerves. " You're grounded. Give me your phone. " Sam holds his hand out for my phone. 

My jaw drops. The nerve of this oof. I sarcastically smile and pull out my old phone. It used to be Dean's phone. " Here you go. " I drop my phone into Sam's hand.