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Summary: Ever want to be included in the show, as a Winchester? Wait no more. Follow y/a, Sam and Dean through 15 seasons of saving people, hunting things the family business.
Season 1
1.1 Pilot
1.2 Wendigo
Your Love is a Bad Medicine
Dean Winchester x Sister! reader
Song: Bad Medicine - Bon Jovi
Warning: Separation anxiety
Description: Dean and his little sister are on their way to get Sam from college. Dean has to go somewhere, and the youngest Winchester is left in the room by herself. Her anxiety begins to act up while she waits for her brother to come back.
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(Y/n) tapped her foot anxiously against the dirty red carpet of the motel room. She sat in the green chair by the window, glancing through the blinds, into the parking lot.
The sun had gone down a while ago so the only illumination she had were the few door lights that actually worked. (Y/n) bit into her bottom lip, gnawing at the bruised skin as her anxiety peaked a bit more. The small box TV sitting on the dresser played in the background. Static flickered every now and again due to the bad quality of the motel. The young girl turned it on to distract herself from the road but the worry for her brother grew and grew over the night.
Dean had left hours before sunset and had not come back since. She knew he could handle himself but the worry that something bad could happen inundated through her mind, nonetheless. Slipping her fingers through to push the blinds open, she felt tears forming in her eyes when she still didn’t see the Impala turning into the motel.
(Y/n)’s throat began to clog up as she tried to stop from letting out a cry. She then glanced at her phone that was charging on the bed. Almost too quickly, she threw herself across and pulled the cell harshly off the plug. She instantly went into her contacts, her shaking finger hovering over Dean’s name. She pressed down, listening to the repeating ring coming from the phone.
However, the instant feeling of guilt spread through her. (Y/n) immediately went back to the home screen and sighed. She wouldn’t want to bother him because of her worries, especially if he was working. A few stray tears dropped, and she lies her head back on the flat pillows.
“Maybe listening to music will help,” the girl whimpered, turning the screen on and pressing the downloads she had. A smile reached her quivering lips as she saw the name of a song her and Dean like to sing together. She began to softly play it on her phone speaker. The beginning music resonated, causing her smile to widen.
Your love is like a bad medicine
Bad medicine is what I need
Whoa oh oh
Shake it up like a bad medicine
There ain’t no doctor that can cure my disease
(Y/n) turns it up as old memories began to resurface. She lifts herself, resting her elbows on the top of her knees. Leaving her phone in her lap, she reposed her head and closes her eyes, humming softly to the music.
I ain’t got a fever, got a permanent disease
And it’ll take more than a doctor to prescribe a remedy
I got lots of money but it isn’t what I need
Gonna take more than a shot to get this poison outta me
And I got all the symptoms, count ‘em, one, two, three
Suddenly, the door opens with an obnoxious voice singing along with the chorus. “Your love is like a bad medicine! Bad medicine is what I need!”
(Y/n) jumps from her spot and instantly turns off the song that was playing. Her eyes were wide with fright and her fingers twitched at her side.
Dean stood in front of the door, a few bags in hand. His brows furrow with confusion as he notices his little sister’s current state. He places the bags on the table that was beside the dresser, turning to (Y/n) with new concern. “What’s wrong, ankle-bitter?”
“N-nothing! I just wasn’t expecting you to barge through like that,” (Y/n) replies, mentally cursing for her nervous habits.
Dean gave his famous smirk, pulling his jacket off his shoulders. “Well, I thought you would be asleep until I heard music blaring. I guess we were both surprised.”
“Y-yeah.” (Y/n) simply replies as she got up on the bed again and watched Dean go into the bathroom to change.
After a few minutes, he comes out, plopping himself on the bed. “So, what have you been up to?” Dean asks, leaning himself on the headboard.
“Not much...” (Y/n) mumbled out with a shrug.
“(Y/n), is everything alright?” Another shrug was all he got. “Look at me.”
She felt stupid. He was right here but she felt tears swarming again. Why was she so scared?
“It’s nothing,” she said after a few breaths to calm herself.
“Sure doesn’t look like nothing,” Dean grumbles. He straightens himself to a sitting position, all humor gone from his eyes. “Come on, tell me what’s on your mind-- is it about Dad?”
“No! I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m worried about his safety but that’s not it.” (Y/n) replied quickly.
“So, something is bothering you?”
The youngest Winchester sighs with irritation. She hates it when Dean does this. He knows just what to say and he will press on until she confesses.
“I was worried about you, that’s all.”
“Why? I was only out for a couple of hours,” Dean questions.
“I-I know... doesn’t mean something bad couldn’t happen within those nine hours,” (Y/n) mutters in embarrassment.
“You were counting time... is that why you called? I was going to answer but you hung up before I could.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. You get nervous, I get it,” Dean trivializes, “but hey, we’re both here.”
“Yeah,” (Y/n) agreed, smiling slightly at him.
“Get some sleep. We gotta a good drive tomorrow,” Dean said, smiling in return.
(Y/n) nodded, situating herself to a laying position on the bed. She felt Dean shift too, resting on his back. “Hey Dean...” she asks, while closing her eyes.
“Yeah?”
“Do you think Sam will be glad to see us?”
“I don’t know... I guess we’ll have to wait and see. Sleeping would help pass the time.”
“Yeah, yeah. Goodnight.”
“Night (Y/n).”
Your love is like a bad Medicine
Bad medicine is what I need
Whoa oh oh
Shake it up like a bad medicine
You got the potion that can cure my disease