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Bad Blood

Never Be The Same - Part 4.

Pairing: Sam x Daughter!Reader, Dean x Niece!Reader, Castiel x Platonic!Reader, Sam x OC.

Summary: To save Dean’s life, Sam changes a big part of his past, hoping that he’d only forget memories with his college girlfriend. But, not only he changes his life, he also creates a new one.

Word Count: 1927.

Warnings: Swearing.

A/N: I’m back guys. Sorry it took so long. Anyway, I’m loving writing this and I  hope you like it. Let me know your opinion.

"We gotta go." You, your father and Castiel stayed quiet while uncle Dean answered the victim's sister call.

"Now?" Sam woke up from whatever what he was thinking and looked up.

"Of course now."

"I'll stay." You asked insecure.

"You are not here for nothing." Dean remembered.

The rest of the day was occupied by the case, only after dark everything was good and you, you did good. Not for one second you got distracted. At some point, you were in different rooms of the victim's house. Castiel took her sister to a diner not far from there.

"Sam!" You heard the angel scream from the end of the hall and ran like crazy.

"Wake up!" He woke up in the moment you showed at the door with your uncle coming right after. He looked at Castiel, and then you came closer.

"Camila?"

"What happened?" He asked helping your father get up.

"I'm not sure." Long story short, he was fine. Everyone was fine. At least, physically.

Your heartbeats calmed down and started accelerating again as fast as it could. The ride back was not relaxing, like it usually is. The anxiety and the doubt were killing you. The guilt was killing Sam in the front seat. After you both showered, he smiled shyly at you. He was going to ask if you two could talk, but you seated and just waited.

"Wanna go outside?" You followed him until the Impala where the two of you leaned while you talked.

"Wanna go first?" You helped him in a way.

"I don't know." He said looking straight to the wall in front of him. Both of you were staring at it to avoid eye contact. "I... I have to be honest with you, Y/N, just like you did earlier and all the time since..." He stopped and took a deep breath.

"Anyway, I need you to know that I'm confused. I'm starting to understand what happened..."

"How I happened." You interrupted with deep emphasis in I.

"Yeah." He said impressed with your sincerity. Then, he finally looked at you.

"Don't worry, it's nothing. Basically, I have the abilities because of the demon blood. I don't use it and sometimes it feels like it's not there, but in others it's too much."

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"You deserve better."

"So do you. We all do. It's not how it works. Not everything is your fault."

"It is my blood."

"All my life you said that my mother's death is not on me." You looked at him. "The demon blood is not on you."

"It's not only that. You hunt! I never wanted this for you. It feels like a curse, a very a bad one." You stayed quiet, staring at the floor.

Sam was having flashbacks constantly. But not about you, about your mother. The last one was from the day she told him she was pregnant. It was a week before your uncle Dean showed up. She was certain that Sam would be a good father, but afraid of his reaction and she couldn't find a way to tell him. They were alone, just living the student life - she was resting a little while she could and he was reading (even though it was really late).

"Sam, how do you feel about kids?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you like 'em?"

"Sure. Who doesn't?" He was trying to focus on his reading.

"Right. How do you feel about having kids?" That called his attention. "Have you ever thought about it?" Well, of course, he was about to propose.

"Yes." He paused. "And yes, about having children with you. Why?"

"Do you think we'll be good parents?"

"I don't know about me." He paused. "But you'll be the best mom ever." She smiled. Sam wanted kids, but he was insecure about being a father.

"You are always taking care of me, protecting me. I'm sure you'll do good." He turned back to the book, thinking the conversation was over. And it was. Until your mother spoke. "This little one will probably be so attached to you." He froze. Saw a movie with your mother cross his mind. Swallowed. Breathed and turned the chair around with a scared face, a face she never saw before.

"What?" She was not even looking at him.

"What, what?"

"What did you said?" Maybe, MAYBE it was nothing.

"I said the child will be attached to you." She was a little slow sometimes, didn't listen to her own words.

"No, you said 'this' instead of 'the'." He explained. Her eyes widened and she went pale, showing the truth. "Camila." She froze. His heart was beating so fast, it was one of the scariest moments of his life. "Camila, are you...?" She nodded fast biting her lips, not letting him finish. Her eyes were already filled with tears.

A lot of things were running way too fast in Sam's head. He was not even thinking about the timing or whatever. He was just so scared. He was scared that he couldn't protect you, that he couldn't give you everything you deserved, that he would mess up. In a second, his biggest fear became disappointing you.

"I'm sorry." She said quietly, waking him up. Then for the first time ever, automatically, he was worried about you at the same time and intensity that he was worried about your mother. "I know it's too early, not planned." She couldn't help but cry.

"Hey..." He went to her side. "Don't you dare apologize." He had an authority in his soft voice. "First, I was a part of it too." She kept looking down, sobbing. "Second, how can this be a bad thing?" He wasn't just comforting her, he truly felt it. She finally looked up, with tears all over her cheek.

At the moment he saw her, he felt it twice as hard. Through his eyes, she was perfect, in all the ways possible. Suddenly, his fear became the best sensation he could feel, he was going to raise you, educate you, give you everything he could, be his best for you every day. He would have someone to learn from him, to be his legacy, his and your mother's. Damn, the idea of having child of his own with your mother traces, her deep dark brown eyes, the long hair, her skin tone and smile. Jesus, he loved you so much.

That sensation made him smile quickly, making your mother smile too. They looked at each other's eyes and the happiness was mutual, so strong it made them laugh a lot and cry a little with so much emotion. There was no bad in it, no doubt. But now, it was different.

"It's my fault because it's my bad blood." He finally said after a long minute. Then he looked at you again and again, he saw her. "You look so much like your mother."

"Everyone tells me otherwise."

"They never knew her like I did, not even her father." You were kind of happy he said that, but you didn't let it show. After a couple of seconds, you realized what was happening. You are always so good at that.

"You are not remembering me, are you?"

"Not yet." He couldn't lie. "But I am having flashbacks of her, a lot of them. It's just that, you remind me so much of her." You felt your tears coming calmly. "You are very different but still... not at all."

"I don't even know her, how can I..."

"You're unique." You looked at him. "Like she was" He interrupted and paused.

"Y/N, I just don't know how suddenly be a father and I don't wanna disappoint you, really."

"I'm not asking for that. Don't worry."

"It's my duty and it's... new." He sighed. He was trying. You knew it. And you knew that you had to do your part - no pressure.

"Well, I'm proud of this blood." You could listen your childhood colleagues saying you didn't have a father or a mother, your grandfather saying you should use his last name, anyone else. But not someone with the same blood. Not your family. "I'm proud of being a Winchester." You swallowed your tears. "You see it as a bad blood that curses us? Yes, that's exactly what it is. But I..." You stood in front of him. "I see it as the blood that runs through the veins of the ones who save lives, who saved the world so many times without blinking and it's the one in my veins." For the first - not first - time he saw you cry. "It's a honor, Sam." You stopped, taking a break. Stopped crying. "I can't say it to everyone, but I know it: being the daughter of the guy who saves the world? Not that bad."

Seeing you cry and leave turned into a day flashback. The flashbacks he had awake were the worst, because while the other ones were more like dreams, this felt like headaches. His instincts went crazy by the sound of your sobbing while you talked. The sobbing came from many different absent memories from different ages - in the present it was just some quiet tears. After you went back to the room, he allowed a couple down his face, paralyzed by the desperation he felt thanks to the sound of you crying.

"How is she?" Castiel and Dean found Sam in shock.

"You tell me."

"How are you?" Dean was the one this time.

"Scared."

"Is that because you called her Camila earlier?" Cass was worried.

"Camila is..." He stopped. "...Was her mother." He was confused. She is alive but she isn't. "I don't know."

"What's happening?"

"Her mother is alive here, Dean."

"She was never born."

"Oh my God..." Castiel started to relate everything.

"The last times I slept or passed out, whatever." He mentioned that day earlier. "I only had flashbacks with Camila, I dreamed with the day she told me about Y/N, it was so fucking real."

"How was it?" Dean was curious.

"Shocking." He started listing. "Unexpected, and surreal." Breathing through that thoughts was hard. So he took a deep breath in almost every pause he made.

"Just like now." His brother confirmed.

"Worse." Castiel added, reading your father's expression.

"At least she wasn't born, I was still going to raise her, with Camila, out of all of this. Now, she is all done already and I don't know who she is."

"But she knows us." Castiel spoke again. "A lot." The three of them agreed at this. "It's almost like she reads our thoughts."

"And our moves." Dean laughed. "She is the scariest shit, isn't she?" They all smiled and went rest, hoping that in the next day they would know a little bit more about you.

Next morning, was time to have a nice breakfast and go back to the bunker. You knew you would sleep all the way back thanks to the previous night insomnia that not even the tiring of the hunt could defeat. But when you woke up, you weren't on bed, you were in your father's arms. It doesn't matter if you've grown a lot, you'll always be tiny in his big arms.

"Shhhh." He said when you moved your head. Normally, you wake up very easily. But when he caught you, your body recognized his care and the smell of the shirt. When the sun between the bedroom and the car reached your eyes, you briefly opened them. "We're going home."

Next.

Finn: Guys, I'm over my fear of ghosts!

Rey: That's the spirit!

Finn: Oh fuck, where?!

Here’s an idea.

So, lately I've been thinking about writing some sam x daughter but I never wrote for tumblr.

Basically, I was thinking about some kind of series where I write different one-shots, with the same au basics. In this "au basics", the reader is Sam's daughter who would've happened if he never met Jess at college, that appears once he has to change one important part of his past (not dating Jess) to save Dean in some kind of deal, changing the reality they know a lil bit.

They come back to the bunker, and find a teenager who didn't even exist a few days ago. So, the boys start to remember some things about her while for her, they've always been there.

Lemme know if you guys like it <3

Also, English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there are any grammar mistakes.

Here it is.

Consequences

Never Be The Same - Part 2.

Pairing: Sam x Daughter!Reader, Dean x Niece!Reader, Castiel x Platonic!Reader.

Summary: To save Dean’s life, Sam changes a big part of his past, hoping that he’d only forget memories with his college girlfriend. But, not only he changes his life, he also creates a new one.

Word Count: 1723.

Warnings: None.

A/N: I had to give a past to the character but don’t worry if it does not matches you, it won’t make a big difference through the series. Let me know if any of you want to be in my taglist. Hope you like it, don’t forget to tell me what you think!

"I say we go there and she'll talk."

"It's better if we do what she wants. At least try." Sam already had what he would need to write everything down.

"If she is who she says she is, she'll obey." He knew it was true, but Dean can take time to have faith sometimes.

"She does not like being there either." Castiel called his attention. "We are scared and confused, yes, but she is even more. We are here arguing and in the meantime she is locked in her room. We have no idea who she is now, but for her, we're the ones who she can trust. Maybe who she trusts the most." He paused. "She was the one who prayed. No calls or texts on our way back here, she was worried."

Dean stopped complaining and started doing his homework as well. After hours, Castiel stopped but Dean and Sam were not sure if they were done yet. The anxiety was not helping the memories. You told your father not to think about you, but that was impossible already. The brothers were one in front of the other, both of them tired and dying curious.

"How are you?" He finally asked.

"How are you?"

"Well, you are the father."

"Yeah, and when she told me to do this she sounded just like you."

"You know what?" Dean was going to complete but Castiel said first.

"...Screw it!"

They practically ran to your bedroom, leaving their notes and texts behind. It was almost two in the morning when you heard the knocks. You should be sleeping but how to sleep with all the confusion in your head? So, you did what you shouldn't: research. When you opened the door,

"She died, right?" You said quickly. "She is alive."

"What?" You left the door open and went back to your table where your laptop was open.

"She never met you and never died." It was kinda cruel to say that, but you needed to explain your theory. "Not everything changed, I'm here and she's alive but apparently, that's all. Like, I came from a different dimension or something but the past hasn't changed how it should. That's why you don't remember me, your now memories are still true."

"How did you find all this out?" The angel was impressed.

"Research."

"Yep. She is your daughter." Dean said to Sam, who was the only one that realized how concerned you were.

"What's the problem?"

"I was never born."

"How were you never born?" Once again what you said sounded impossible and Dean was getting even more confused.

"Because here my mother is alive."

You went to the kitchen, where Sam prepared some tea. You were about to tell them a story they know already and always have, at least for you. The worst was that in the beginning you thought something was wrong with them. But now you knew you were the one who was wrong. Who shouldn't even exist in their lives.

"Here." Sam gave you a mug.

"Thank you." You said shy. He sat and waited for you with the others. You could see they were nervous and very curious. You took a deep breath and still didn't know how to start. Everything sounded too silly to be said out loud.

"You have a middle name?" Dean asked, which helped you. You nodded.

"Maria."

"Maria? Like..." Sam started.

"...Mary, yeah." You confirmed.

"Did I..." He prepared himself to ask. "Did I chose it?"

"Actually, my mother chose Y/N Maria without even consulting you." Dean and Cass laughed a little.

"I do like it." He smiled shy too. "And your mother?"

"Her name was Camila, studying law when she met you. You were almost proposing to her and she was almost telling you about being pregnant. But then, Azazel showed up and she came back home so we would be safer. He never found out about her or me." You swallowed.

"Home?" Cass asked.

"South America." The three pair of eyes widened. "I'm Brazilian and so was she."

"I'm impressed." Dean said.

"So you lived there with her?" Sam was very focused.

"She died in the labor, so I live with my grandfather and come to stay with you in vacations, holidays and weekends. At least once a month even if my grandfather doesn't want me to."

"Why not?" Cass again.

"He only saw my father as the reason why my mother left college and I know he blames him for her death instead of me..."

"It isn't your fault." Sam interrupted.

"It isn't yours. He just didn't want me to have too much of your influence."

"In a way, he was right." Of course Sam wanted you to have education and distance from the hunter life. But he also couldn't stay away from you for too long, neither could Dean. So, ever since you can remember, you learned everything they knew. First because you should know how to protect yourself, being a Winchester putted you in danger and also, because you were smart and learned too much too fast.

"Yeah, well. His plan did not actually work." You laughed. "He wanted me to be this perfect girl so much that he left the 'raising me work' to a intern school. I think he didn't want to make the same mistakes he thinks he did with my mom." You paused. Saying too much. You loved your grandfather so much, you just hated how he tried to put you against who you've always been: a Winchester.

"He sounds nice." Castiel tried to fill the silence. You smiled.

"He is." You looked down.

"I think that's enough for now. You look tired." It felt like you were being interrogated. "Get some sleep." Sam said before the trio leave the room.

You were at your bedroom after trying to sleep and again, failing, reading new things and the same again. Hurting yourself but at the same time doing what you needed to. You heard two soft knocks at your door before it opened revealing your father.

"Hey." He said getting in.

"Hey." You answered, still with your hand on the mouse.

It is obvious that you are Sam's daughter. You have a lot of your mother in you, like your skin color, eyebrows, nose and the color of your eyes. The rest of your face is possible thanks to his genetics in you, just like your hair. You have as much hair as he does, and the color is exactly the same, but you have some more waves and little curls in it just like your mother did in hers. You are the perfect mix, but anyone who knew both would say you look more like him and that you remind people of him not only in your appearance but you being you, you are the short version of Sammy. Yes, you are shorty like your mother was.

"Couldn't sleep?" He asked sitting on your bed. You shocked your head. None of you knew what to say next.

"Did you remember anything else?"

"Actually, that's why I'm awake. I guess tomorrow I'll have a memory hangover." You laughed. "Are you okay?"

"No." You laughed trying not to cry. "But I'll be." You assured him.

"I'm sorry about everything."

"You don't have to be. It's not your fault." He saw that you were still digging about your family's life in this reality.

"Is that why you can't sleep?" You nodded. He got closer and saw a picture of your mother. "She looks different from what I remember." And then, looked at you.

"What do you remember?"

"How crazy she was. She wanted to be a lawyer to fight for what she believed in and I knew she was going to be an amazing one." He really was remembering.

"Well, she is." You closed your laptop and went to your bed quickly. "I'm glad she is doing what she loves." Sam took a deep breath and sat by your side.

"You know that it's not your fault that she died, right?"

"Do you feel like it's your fault that Jess died?" He couldn't answer.

"It's not the same."

"It's not like I owe my life to her because she died giving birth to me. I owe her own life, now she has it." He stayed quiet. No idea what to do. "So, I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I'm sorry about your mother and your grandfather. And, I am scared too, maybe even more than you, but we'll figure it out." He said calmly, even if he was freaking out inside.

There he was. The one you actually knew. Ever since this mess started, you saw someone you knew how would think, feel and act - Sam. But now, for the first time in the last long hours, you saw the person you trusted and loved with no doubt or fear - your father.

In the day that followed, you got scared with the first thing that happened once you went to the kitchen to have breakfast: Dean hugged you tightly and for too many seconds. He remembered a lot in his sleep. Castiel remembered too but he was always awkward in a cute way: he tried to prepare your favorite breakfast. It wasn't the best, but you were so happy that you didn't even noticed. They didn't remember much but they recognized you already.

"So, you said you have tattoos" Dean said finishing his bacon.

"I have the anti-possession one in my back and these two." You showed your arm and your right collarbone with the "non timebo mala" in it.

"If you have the anti-possession one why do you still wear the necklace?" Cass asked why you had the same symbol in your neck.

"I..." Sam was having another flashback. "I gave it to her mother to protect and she gave it to Y/N." It was the one thing you had that was as much as yours and your mother's and your father's. "Y/N, I know that you came here to spend your school summer with us but if you're staying here you have to get back to classes soon so..."

"Sammy, the girl just landed in a new reality, give her some time."

"It's okay, he's right. But, before we do that, I found a case..."

Next.

I imagine this is how Chris , Sebastian and Anthony reacted to seeing each on the set of infinity war on the first day