Sister Reader

Synopsis: Set during Season 10, when Dean is gone. Helping Sam look for her brother, the Reader gets into trouble, bringing out the big brother mode in Demon Dean. Written for Caite_Winchester

It had been days since you had last seen your big brother, and you were starting to get frantic. Especially since the last time he had been laying on his bed in the bunker, dead from Metatron stabbing him in the chest. Yet, here you were, trying to find him, wondering if somehow a Demon had possessed him. You wanted nothing more than to bring your brother back, or his body if he was truly possessed.

That's why you were in this tiny town in the middle of nowhere, getting a room in the only motel around. Sam, your other brother had called you earlier, saying he was on his way. Making you promise that you wouldn't make a move without him. Of course he would want that. You were the youngest of the three Winchesters, and both brothers were extremely protective over you. Like that one time, a year ago, when that boy thought he could break your heart. After your brothers had heard about him, that boy never showed his face around you again.

The old memories made your heart hurt, knowing that your family, no matter how dysfunctional they were, would probably be knocked down to two family members after you dealt with Dean. So, instead of thinking about how things used to be, you concentrated on the task at hand, trying to convince yourself it was just a normal, every day hunt. Trying to forget the fact that your brother would be willing to kill you at a moments notice.

A loud knock sounded on your door, and in stumbled Sam, looking horrible. His shoulder was still in a sling, but he was bruised and beat up, and you were worried that one wrong look would send him falling to the ground. His face was covered in bruises, and had a grimace instead of his usual smile he gave you. "Sam, what happened?" You asked, rushing forward trying to help him to a chair but he just shrugged you off.

"Crazy man attacked me, wanted to use me as bait for Dean." Sam explained, before glancing out the window, checking to make sure he hadn't been followed. "I got away, but it seemed too easy. Like he wanted me to."

"You ever see him before?" You questioned.

Sam shook his head before taking a deep breath, trying to calm down. "No. But that's not important. I've found out where Dean has been hanging out. Seems like him and Crowley just had a falling out."

Nibbling on your lip, you weren't sure you wanted to bring up the question bothering you. But you had to know, even if it killed you. "Sam, is Dean...I mean...he can't be, can he?" You stuttered, unable to get the words out.

With a sad shake of his head, Sam confirmed your fears. "No!"

"I'm sorry Y/N. I know Dean was always your knight in shining armor. But, he's a Demon now, and I'm not sure how much help we will be to him."

You refused to give up on your brother. Not meaning anything bad to Sam, but Dean had always been the one you were closest to, the one you went to for anything, and it had almost killed you when he had died. "The Men of Letters have that cure!" You exclaimed.

"It's worth a try." Sam agreed, before heading back to the door. "But we need to get moving now, before he realizes we're in town. We'll take your car, just in case we've been followed."

Shrugging on your coat, you tucked your favorite gun in it's pocket before taking the keys off of the table. Heading outside, you unlocked your Baby, the Chevelle that Bobby used to drive. He had been like a father to you, and he had gifted it to you on your 20th birthday. Patting it fondly on it's roof, you climbed inside, watching as Sam folded his long body into the passenger seat. "Where to?"

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Only a short drive later and you were pulling up next to a familiar looking black car. But this one had your heart breaking as you took in it's dusty exterior, with mud caked on the fenders. As you stepped out of your car, you saw the interior hadn't fared much better. Take Out containers were thrown haphazardly in the back, along with whiskey bottles, and what looked like a pair of women's underwear. "You poor thing." You whispered to the car, even though it couldn't hear you.

"So Y/N, I want you to stay behind me at all times. Who knows what he will be like." Sam ordered as he pulled out the Men of Letters handcuffs, along with some holy water, tucking them into his coat. Silently following him inside, you were surprised to see the bar was empty, not a soul insight. 

Rounding the corner, you could just make out the faint sound of someone running their fingers along a piano's keyboard, before the opening sounds of a familiar song started playing. "Hey Jude?" You whispered, earning a hush from Sam.

"There's no use hiding. I knew you would be coming Sammy. Just didn't expect you to drag Y/N into it." Dean's voice, eerily calm and disconnected sounded as the piano stopped. Looking around Sam, you noticed Dean immediately, sitting at the piano, the first blade in his hands. His face was cold, his look full of hatred as he stared at Sam.

"He didn't drag me into it. I wanted to get my brother back." You said, stepping to the side of Sam, who shook his head no at your movements.

"Y/N, I already warned Sam what would happen if he didn't let me go. Don't make me warn you too." Dean growled, standing up and moving closer to you. Your body was tense, as you waited for his move, waited to see if he would attack either one of you.

"Dean, you're my brother, and I love you. Please, come home." You begged, to which he just laughed, an evil sounding chuckle that brought shivers down your back.

"Home? To the bunker? Yeah right. I'm happy right where I am." He announced, taking a healthy sip of whiskey.

"Dean, please. Let's do this the easy way." Sam spoke up, pulling out the handcuffs and holding them up. 

Before any of you could continue the conversation, you heard an intrusion from the back of the bar, what sounded like a window shattering. "What the?" Sam muttered, his attention off of Dean for a moment, and Dean jumped at the chance. Wrapping his arms around Sam's neck, he squeezed tight, his lips moving next to his brother's ear. You couldn't hear the words he was saying, but you could see the utter hatred on his face, and you knew they weren't kind. 

Rushing forward to help your brother, well trying to keep one brother from killing the other, you stopped when you smelled something that hadn't been there just seconds earlier. Glancing behind you, your eyes widened when you saw a huge cloud of smoke heading your way. Panicking, you glanced towards Sam and Dean, who were still grappling around, ignoring you and the cloud.

"Sam, Dean!" You exclaimed, knowing you needed to get out of the bar immediately. You had severe asthma, and in your haste to save your brother, you had left your inhaler in your car. This cloud of smoke was already burning your throat and eyes, and you could feel your chest start to tighten up. "Help!"

"Y/N, get out of here!" Sam yelled, before elbowing Dean. Racing towards the exit, your chest grew tighter and tighter, every breath painful. Seconds later, you couldn't get a breath of air past your swollen throat, and you brought your hands up around your neck, panicking at the feeling of suffocation.

Stumbling into a table, your eyes clouded with black dots, you felt your body weakening, and you dropped to your knees, completely surrounded by the horrid smoke. Your last thoughts of how you had failed your brother, how you wouldn't be able to see Dean back at the bunker. A tear trickled down your cheek that you had come so close to saving Dean, but now Sam might be the only Winchester to survive.

As you felt your eyes drift shut, your chest burning for a gasping breath of clean, fresh air, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around you, picking you up and cradling you. Your head lolling to the side, it was jostled with each rough step until you were outside, free of the smoke. Still, you were so far into your Asthma attack that even the fresh air wasn't doing anything. 

You were carefully laid on the ground, whoever had rescued you leaving you on the concrete. Feeling yourself starting to fade away, you were suddenly picked up, your inhaler forced in between your blue tinted lips. The medicine was injected into your lungs, fighting against the swollen muscles in your throat. Again, medicine was forced into your mouth, and soon the tightness in your chest passed, and you took a deep, hurtful breath.

"Again. Take another breath." A deep voice, one that you hadn't expected to hear helping you said close to your head. Following orders, you took another breath, opening your eyes just in time to see another man, with military style clothing and haircut grabbing at Dean, pulling him away from you.

Leaning back against the wall, weak and ready to pass out at any moment, you watched as Dean taunted the man, both men circling each other, getting ready to fight. Each breath still painful, you pressed a hand to your chest as you watched the man lunge towards your brother, and Dean's eyes turn a terrifying shade of black. Hearing the man exclaim, "What the hell are you?" You weren't surprised at the answer.

Again and again they circled each other, Dean having no trouble with the man's sorry attempts at fighting him. With a growl, Dean shoved the man, and he went flying through the air, landing on the windshield of a car, shattering it in the process. 

It was then Sam showed up, a gash on his forehead, his eyes frantic as they looked around the alley. When they landed on you he breathed a sigh of relief, noticing your inhaler in your hands. Dean hadn't noticed Sam yet, but was coming over to you, a concerned look on his face, even though his eyes were still black as night. "Y/N, are you doing better?" He asked, the concern so different from the hatred he had portrayed earlier.

"Yes." You said, your voice hoarse, the words hard to stutter. You felt like a old time smoker, with your sore lungs, and throat.

He came to stand in front of you, as he took his maroon shirt off, wrapping it around your shoulders. "Damn man. He could have killed you. I should run him through with my blade for that."

In a way you found it comforting that Dean could still care about you, even though he was still a Demon. Maybe, there was still a chance of saving him after all. As you reached up to press a hand to his cheek, Sam splashed water over Dean, and you watched his face turn into a mask of pure anger and pain. Hissing as his skin steamed, he turned to lash out at the new attacker. Sam was ready, and snapped the handcuffs on each wrist, locking Dean into a spelled hold, one that a Demon wouldn't be able to break out of. 

Sam pulled Dean along with him, locking him in the back of the Impala, before coming back to you. Crouching down next to you, he checked you carefully, making sure that you were doing okay. "Damn it Y/N I was so scared. Dean knocked me out, and when I came to, that smoke was everywhere. All I could think about was your asthma, and the fact that you were probably laying on the floor somewhere, suffocating."

You reached your hand up, having Sam help you to your unsteady feet. "It was Dean. He carried me out, got me inhaler." You explained to an incredulous Sam.

"Dean's a Demon. He would have just as soon killed us as help us." Sam argued, as the two of you looked at the angry man in the back of the Impala.

"It was him." You insisted. "Our Dean is still in there. Deep down. He was still my big brother, taking care of me. And now we can take him back to the bunker and get him back."

"I hope so." Sam answered. "It would be nice to have the whole family back again. For a moment there I thought I had lost both of you."

"You almost did. Seconds longer and I would have been a goner. But Dean, as always, came to my rescue, and now it's my turn to come to his. Even if he doesn't realize he needs rescuing yet." You said, before sliding in the driver's seat of your car, planning on following Sam back to the bunker, where you would begin the tedious task of curing your brother.