Imagine you're 9 years old, and you go on your first hunt. Dean- 20 Sam-16

"You can't be serious," Sam angrily growls as John tosses a knife into his bag.

"Don't mouth off at me, boy," John angrily snaps back at Sam.

"Dean," Sam yells, looking back at his brother, hoping for some backup.

John shoots a glance at Dean, who doesn't say anything. Sam huffs, walking away slamming the motel door behind him. You look up to your dad, who kneels down right in front of you.

"You ready, Y/N," John asks, fixing your jacket.

You nod, putting on your brave face. John stands up, throwing his bag to Dean, who catches it.

"You got the machetes ready," John walks over, grabbing his gun.

"Yes, sir," Dean replies shortly.

"Good. Grab y/n, and we'll head to the site," John walks past you going out the door.

Dean comes over, holding his hand, waiting for you to grab it.

"What if I mess up d" you look up at him, trying your best to be brave.

"Hey, you'll be okay. Sammy and I got your back, okay," he reassures you.

You weakly smile, grabbing his hand and following him out the door.

<<<<<9 miles later>>>>>>

You stick closely behind Sam. You never liked the dark, and now you're in the woods when it's dark. You clinch the stake close to you as you look around. You don't know what you're looking for, but your dad told you to warn him if you see anything out of place.

Up ahead, John holds his hand up, and you stop behind Sam. Your peak to see nothing up ahead. You can see Dean kneeling, taking out a blade from his bag. John shakes his head, and you can see him mouth something to Dean.

Dean looks back, nodding for you to come closer. You hesitantly walk away from Sam, going up to your dad's side. John reaches out for you to grab his hand. You hold his hand, and he pulls you close to revealing a woman sleeping on a rocking chair up ahead.

"You know what to do, y/n," he whispers and gives you a little push.

You gulp, taking small steps towards the woman. You look back to see your dad giving a slight nod. You keep walking toward the woman, not wanting to kill her. All she's doing is sleeping; what's so evil about that? You tighten your grip on the stake as you inch closer to her.

You finally reach the wooden steps leading up to the porch. You gain the courage to take the first step. As you grow closer to the woman, the more fearful you become. You don't want to make your father mad, but you don't want to kill a woman who's just sleeping.

You never killed anyone before; what if you mess it up? Once you reach the third step, you raise the machete, ready to cut her head off just like John instructed you.

Thoughts swarm your brain as you stare at the woman. She's just peacefully sleeping, and there's nothing wrong with that. You slowly lower your stake taking a step back. You turn to see your father starting to grow angry. You drop the machete lowering your head.

Suddenly you feel an arm wrap around your neck. You get pulled from the stairs, and the woman sleeping now has you in her grip. Your brothers run up, ready to attack her.

"One more step, I'll tear her to pieces," the woman growls, showing her nasty fangs.

Your father, with a stone-cold look, steps in front of your brothers. She whistles, and four men run out of the shack.

"Let her go," John growls, getting his machete ready.

"You'll have to pry her from me," the woman taunts, laughing.

"Don't tempt us," Dean speaks up, taking a step forward.

She puts her mouth closer to your neck. You let out a whimper trying your best not to cry. Suddenly, your dad launches forward and cuts her head off before she can hurt you. He grabs your arm, throwing you to your brothers.

Sam snags you getting his stake ready. Dean jumps forward, killing another man. Once the vampires are dead, John wipes his mouth, breathing heavily.

"What the hell was that y/n," John screams at you.

"I'm sorry. She was sleeping and-"

"You had a chance to kill her, and you hesitated! Because of you, we all could've gotten hurt," he throws his arms in the air.

"I'm sorry, dad," you look at the ground, feeling tears swarm in your eyes.

"You are a disgrace to the Winchester name," John throws his stake in the bag, zipping it up.

"She's nine years old! Why don't you back off," Sam yells at him.

"What did I say about watching your damn mouth? Talk to me like that again, and I'll-"

"What? Call me a disgrace? The only disgrace here is you," Sam grits through his teeth.

John smacks sam which makes you cry.

"Hey! Don't ever lay a hand on him again," Dean roars, standing in front of you and Sam.

Sam kneels, holding you close to him, trying to calm you down.

"Know your place," John tells Dean.

"You will not treat them like that. I don't care who you are," Dean low growls.

John scoffs, walking away from the siblings. Dean kneels and pulls you into a hug.

"Don't worry, pumpkin. I won't let dad hurt you or Sammy, I promise," Dean whispers into your ear, kissing your cheek.