Supernatural Imagines

Winchester Brothers X Sister!Reader - Branching Out (Part Two)

Dean POV

"I'm your sister." The distinctly female voice echoed through my head and I slammed my phone shut. Whoever had called probably thought this was some sick joke. I leaned up against the Impala's roof, groaning as I rested my arms on her, tucking my head down. Sam turned and asked with concern, "What is it Dean?" I held up my phone, not bothering to explain.

"A job? What?" I turned and let out a bitter laugh before explaining, "Some girl, (y/n), just called, saying she was our sister, probably thought it would be funny." Sam shrugged, "Or she was telling the truth. Dad traveled a lot, you never know." I gave Sam a look of disbelief and shook my head, about to lay into him, but my phone rang, cutting me off. I flipped it open and answered gruffly, "Hello?" I waited for a moment and then I heard the same voice as before, a girl, but this time she sounded more afraid than excited, as she had. "I have proof, please."

Your POV

The phone emitted a dial tone and you frowned, holding it out. Dean had hung up, probably didn't believe you. You stood up, holding the file in one hand and your phone in the other. You looked at Doctor Conawhay, "Can I keep this, the file?" He nodded, and gestured towards the door. You smiled and thanked him, then ran out to Sweetie, and slid in. You opened your phone and dialed Dean's number again, starting up your car. It was answered almost immediately, but Dean only gruffly said, "Hello?" You waited a moment, thinking about if he and Sam would be pleased to meet you. Then, voice slightly shaking, said, "I have proof, please." Dean huffed and you heard another man's voice in the background. Dean said something back, but it was muffled. After a moment, he spoke into the phone again.

"Fine we can meet. Where are you?" You sighed in relief and, with a grin spreading across your face, replied, "I live in Illinois, Rockford Illinois. When do you think you will get here?" Dean's voice was replaced with a different voice, still a man's, but slightly higher and gentler. "Hi, (y/n), I'm Sam, and we are in Ohio right now. We will probably get to Rockford by tomorrow night, so do you want to meet on Wednesday?" You smiled, feeling some sort of spark inside when you heard Sam's voice, there was no doubt that he was your twin.

"Yeah, there is this little diner on 15th, it's called 15th and Chris, you can't miss it. I'll be in the back booth with a strawberry shake." Sam laughed and you heard the sound of a trunk slamming and Dean's voice yelling, "C'mon, Sammy, write down the place and let's go." Sam quickly said good-bye and hung up. You shut your phone, a happy yet nervous smile on your face. You pulled into your driveway and parked Sweetie in the garage. You turned her off, but sat there for a moment, letting the day's events sink in. You had gained parents, lost them, and found out you had an older brother and twin brother, and it was only ten in the morning. You knew that Wednesday would take forever to get here.

(-) TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY MOOSIE'S FABULOUS HAIR (-)

*Wednesday*

You woke up early Wednesday, excited to meet Sam and Dean. Sam had called late the night before and you had agreed to meet at around twelve at 15th, so you had the entire morning to freak out. You didn't have to work, you had taken the week off, just in case. You decided to actually make breakfast, for a change. You slipped a comfy black hoodie over your tank top and changed into some sweat pants before making your way down to the kitchen. Once you reached the kitchen, you debated between pancakes and bacon or waffles and sausage. You finally decided to make chocolate chip pancakes with both sausage and bacon. You knew the receptive by heart, it was your all time favorite breakfast, and you began to mix the pancake batter.

Soon the kitchen was filled with the smells of chocolate and sausage and the sound of sizzling bacon. You were flipping the pancakes and monitoring the sizzling meats, humming along to The Phoenix by Fall Out Boy on your iPod, when your cell phone rang. You paused your music and flipped your phone open, nestling it between your ear and shoulder.