Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #12: Fight

Imagine: You fight with John Winchester and Dean and Sam stick up for you.

Age: 13

"I can't believe you, Y/n! That was a stupid thing to do!" John Winchester yelled, tossing his bag down angrily as he entered the motel room. You were directly behind him, Sam and Dean following, and they could practically see the steam seething from your skull as you fumed at your adoptive father.

"I saved your damn life!" You snapped, unable to take anymore of his nagging at you. John, Sam, and Dean all reeled back in surprise, John with rage, Sam with shock, and Dean with pride, giving a subtle hint of a grin.

The room was silent save for you as you went on, "I made the choices that I did because they were what I thought was best. If it weren't for me, your sorry self would be dead, so get off my ass." You hissed through your teeth, your brows furrowed and your eyes aflame with burning anger.

"You dare take on that tone with me? If it weren't for me, you'd be dead. Don't you forget what I did for you." John snapped back, stepping forward so your faces were inches away. The tension in the air was thick enough to suffocate Sam and Dean, but they knew better than to intervene.

"When will you realize that I'm more than just a damn burden?" You exclaimed, shoving the much larger man away from you with surprising strength, "I contribute to this family as much as Sam and Dean! I didn't ask to be raised in the hunter's life, but never once did I complain, and run, or be anything but a good daughter."

"Don't say that." John cut you off, "You are not my daughter." Your eyes widened a little, hurt stabbing into your chest, but you were too angry to care.

"Then why didn't you just leave me on that curb, all those years ago?! Why couldn't you just leave me to die?!" You yelled, your face red, saliva flying from your mouth.

"I wish I would have!" Everything seemed to freeze in place, yours and John's eyes both stretching wide. Behind you, you heard Sam stifle a small gasp, and you could tell both brother's mouths were hung open in shock.

Tears formed in your eyes, but they didn't fall. Instead, you held your shoulders high, your chest puffed out.

"So that's how you see it?" You asked calmly, your voice eerily monotonous and gentle. A tear spilled over your eye and everyone in the room knew John had gone too far, including himself.

"Y/n-"

"No," You stepped away from John's outstretched hand, bumping into Dean. You quickly side-stepped before he could grab you and continued backward toward the door, "No. Thank you for being honest."

You turned and opened the door, "Sorry I'm such a disappointment." You slammed the door before anyone could say anything and took off at a brisk walk down the street. Tears decorated the surface of your eyes, but you refused to cry. You didn't cry.

Back in the motel room, Sam and Dean were having a fit.

"What the hell was that, Dad?" Dean exclaimed. His father sat on the end of the bed, head held in his hands. He didn't respond.

"Aren't you gonna go after her?" Sam echoed, glancing back at the door worriedly. He knew you could take care of yourself, but he would always be concerned for you.

"Let her go. She made her choice. She was useless anyway." John's words were so quiet, Dean almost didn't hear him, but when he registered what was said, he was infuriated.

"You do not get to say that. Not to us. You don't get to do that to her." Dean voice possessed such a raging calmness to it that John looked up at him in surprise, noticing for the first time the pain that laced both brother's eyes.

"Dad, that girl has been a better family to us than you've ever been!" Dean snapped, "She is so much more than you say she is! Everyday with you is a day riddled with depression. All you ever did was sit and feel sorry for yourself. Sorry about Mom. And look, I miss Mom, too, but all you ever did was grieve! You never learned to move on."

Tears were in the eyes of father and son as Dean spilled everything he'd ever wanted to say to his father.

"That little girl is my everything! She is so happy, and so caring, all the time, which is more than anyone could ever say for you. She has kept Sam and I sane for as long as I can remember, and has been everything we've ever needed. Not once did she complain, not once did she blame us for bringing her into this life. She has loved us, and loved you, unconditionally, and now you tell her that you wish you'd left her to die, but still she loves you, because that's the kind of person she is!"

Dean left then, grabbing his jacket and gun off the back of a chair and sprinting into the night to find his little girl.

Sam had never seen his father look so defeated, so small. A part of him almost wanted to feel bad, but he couldn't make himself feel sorry.

"See you in Hell, Dad." Sam said, tossing the broken Winchester his pistol from Sam's belt before Sam spun on his heel and disappeared to find his siblings.