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since you write for spn, what about something where the reader is Sam and Dean's little sister and yk when in season 2 they go to the Roadhouse- well, maybe She meets Ash and she gets a crush on him and when they go to the Roadhouse She always stay with him? And maybe they also notice that she has Ash's ring (yeah in my mind he wears a ring with the scrabble's A) and they're like, teasing her, expecially Dean, saying things like 'oh, why don't you come ti the Roadhouse with us? We're pretty sure there's someone waiting for you' and it's just fluff with Ash? Thank you so much, even if you don't write it :3

"Your Frog Prince is Waiting~"

A/n: Thank you so much for the request; it's my very first one! I hope you enjoy! I'm not used to writing Ash, so I apologize if he seems a bit out of character; I tried my best.

Dean x Sister! reader x Sam, Ash x reader

Warnings: Cursing, potential cringe pet names, teenage crush

Description: As the Winchesters spend more time at the Roadhouse, the youngest gains a little crush on one of the residents. 😊

Latin Translation: mnemosynum (Keepsake)

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The inside of the saloon was quiet as Dean shuts the creaking front door. All of the lights were off besides a sparking LED light hanging behind the bar. The place was grim, the sun casting through the ragged curtains seeming to be the only bright thing in the place.

(Y/n) stays close to her brothers as they venture deeper inside, only to bump into Sam as he stops suddenly. Her older brother barely spares her a glance, his attention caught on the boy laying across a pool table a few feet away.

"Oh god... is he dead?" She murmurs, eying him with slight trepidation. Sam shrugs in response.

"Hey, Buddy?" Sam calls out, taking a step forward. No response. "I'm guessing that isn't Ellen."

"You think?" (Y/n) snaps, observing the backside of the stranger. Sam snorts in response, before heading towards the back. "Sammy? Sammy, where are you going?"

"Stick beside me, squirt." Dean's voice says lowly, "We don't really know what's going on here."

(Y/n) turns to him to make a sarcastic response, but pales as she sees a woman press a gun to his back. "Dean..."

"Oh god, please let that be a rifle..."

"No, I'm just real happy to see you," the woman responds, cocking the gun.

(Y/n) took a step forward, only for the woman to dig the head of the gun deeper into Dean's back. "Don't move, or I'll shoot his spine out."

"Don't move -- copy that," (Y/n) repeats, making eye contact with her brother with a dry swallow.

"You should know something, miss. When you put a rifle on someone, you don't want to put it right against their back, 'cause it makes it real easy to do..." Dean rambles before turning around swiftly and stealing the rifle away from the woman's grip.

Before Dean can stand his ground fully, the woman throws a full punch at his face, causing him to stagger as she pulls the gun back to her.

"Sammy-" (Y/n) calls in alarm.

"Sorry..." Sam states as he comes back out with his hands over his head, "Can't help right now, I'm a little tied up."

The older woman who has Sam hostage eyes the two men for a moment before glancing at the young girl standing with a distressed look on her face. "Winchesters?"

"Yeah," both (Y/n)'s brothers say in unison.

"Son of a bitch," she laughs, putting her revolver in her back pocket. "Hey, I'm Ellen. That's my daughter, Jo."

---

"He didn't send you..." Ellen pauses, a look of sadness washing over her expression. Neither (Y/n) or her brothers responded as each of them look away from her. The pain of losing their father is still fresh in their heart. "He's alright, isn't he?"

No," Sam finally states with a sigh, "he isn't. It was the demon, we think. It, um... it just got him before he got it, I guess."

"I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. We're all right," Dean says.

"Really, I know how close you and your Dad-"

"Really, Lady, I'm fine," Dean interjects with a stern look. (Y/n) gently places her hand on his thigh before looking at Ellen with the shake of her head.

"So, look, if you can help..." Sam announces, trying to change the subject, "We could use all the help we can get."

"Well, We can't," Ellen replies, "but Ash will."

"Who's Ash?" (Y/n) questions.

Ellen snorts before yelling out the name. As a response, the guy from before swiftly gets up with a groan. Balls fly from the table as he looks around to where his name was being called, his long hair flipping back and forth erratically.

"What?" Ash's voice booms, looking over at the group huddled by the bar, "closing time?"

---

"You got to be kidding me. This guy's no genius," Dean grumbles, "He's a Lynyrd Skynyrd Roadie!"

"Dean, give him a chance." (Y/n) grumbles out, kicking him slightly in the leg. Ash cheekily smiles and Dean rolls his eyes.

"Alright. Well, this stuff's about a year's worth of out dad's work," Dean shares as he sits down, "Let's see what you make of it."

Ash looks over the papers that Dean slid over, and scowls. "Come on, this crap ain't real. Ain't nobody can track a demon like this."

"How do you know?" (Y/n) questions, "Our dad was really good at it."

"Well, sweet cheeks. These are nonparametric statistical overviews, cross-spectrum correlations. I mean... damn. They're signs, omens. If you can track them, you can track this demon- You know, like crop failures, electrical storms. You ever been struck by lightning?" (Y/n) shakes her head in response as he looks at her, "It ain't fun."

"Can you track it or not?" Sam asks, giving Ash the stink eye.

"Yeah, with this, I think so."

"Really? How long?" (Y/n) questions with the quirk of her brow.

"It's gonna take time. Give me, 51 hours."

"You can really track down a demon in the span of over two days? I gotta say, that's impressive."

"Oh, you'll be impressed." Ash says with a smirk, "It'll be just like fine wine."

(Y/n) didn't say anything as her face flushes.

---

"That kid's hair was something else," Dean chuckles out as they go back to Bobby's car. "Looked more like a rat's nest to me."

"I don't know, I kinda liked it," (Y/n) responds with a small smile.

"Liked it?" Dean speaks, whipping his head around, "You mean to tell me you'd get your hair cut that way too?"

"No! What I meant is, it suited him. Not everyone could pull it off," (Y/n) speaks, climbing into the back of the van.

"Yeah, if you call that a suited haircut..."

"Do you really think he'll be able to track Dad's demon in 51 hours?" Sam asks, looking out the passenger side window.

"Psh, my bet is no. Dad spent his entire hunting career looking for that thing. There is no way a kid who sleeps on a pool table can top that!"

"I say he will," (Y/n) replies matter-of-factly.

"What makes you say that?"

"I just got a good feeling about him, is all."

---

"Did you find the demon?" Sam's breath tickles the back of (Y/n)'s head as he leans over her. Ash sets his computer down, casually placing his arm beside hers as he types away.

"It's nowhere around, at least nowhere I can find. If this fugly bastard raises its head, I'll know. I mean, I'm on it like divine on dog dookie."

"You can really be alerted right away?" (Y/n) asks with awe.

"Any of those signs or omens appear anywhere in the world, my rig will go off like a fire alarm."

"That's amazing..."

"Where did you learn to do all this?" Sam gasps in amazement.

"M.I.T., before I got bounced for fighting." Ash explains with a somewhat embarrassed look on his face.

"What was the fighting about?" (Y/n) responds, amusement crossing over her face.

Ash looks over at her with amusement of his own, "Wouldn't you like to know, sugar cube."

"Okay!" Dean says as he gets up from the table, "Give us a call as soon as you know something?"

"Si, si, compadre."

(Y/n) gets up from her seat, going to head after her brothers who already made their way back to the front, before being stopped by Ash.

"Hey, sugar cube. I wanna give ya somethin' before you hit the road," Ash says, as he leans against one of the chairs.

"Oh? And what's that?" (Y/n) replies with a flirtatious simper.

"Give me your hand," Ash says simply, "and you'll get your big surprise."

"Okay..." (Y/n) chuckles, reaching her arm out. Ash grabs at her wrist softly, eyeing each one of her fingers before placing something cool to the touch over her middle finger.

"mnemosynum," Ash announces with a bow, granting her access to what he put on her. A bulk piece of metal clung to her slim finger; the initial A engraved in it. "Until we meet again."

"Why?" (Y/n) asks. It's not that she didn't like it; it was quite charming. She was just slightly confused on why she got the gift in the first place.

"I have a good feeling about you, sweet cheeks. I think we are going to be tight these next couple months," Ash announces, "You can keep that, by the way."

"Thanks... You know, I can say the same thing for you."

"Is that so?"

"It's so."

---

"Come on, kiddo. We gotta get going," Dean says as he grabs his keys from the top of the motel's mini fridge.

"Why's that?" (Y/n) responds, not looking up from her book. "I thought you and Sammy were just going to the town over."

"We need some info," Dean pauses as he checks out the ring on his sister's finger, "and I'm sure your roadkill boyfriend would love to see you."

"He's not roadkill, Dean!" (Y/n) shouts, slamming her book shut. "And he's not my boyfriend!"

"Sure, and you aren't red as a tomato right now," Dean smirks. "Seriously though, we gotta go, so... get to moving, princess. Your frog prince is waiting~"

Winchesters x Ghost!Child!Reader: Come play with me?

Author: EdgarAllenPoes-Raven

Character: Winchester brothers

Word Count: 1350

Warnings: None

Brief Summary/Request Prompt/Original Imagine: There has been reporting of the spirit of a young child asking people to play with her, its it just for an innocent game of hide and seek or is there more to it?

Dean took a bite out of his burger, ‘’Are you sure Sammy? I mean it’s pretty much a shot in the dark.’’

The boys had caught wind of a case in Illinois; the ghost of a young child has been terrorising many of the residents in a community. As far there has been no reported deaths but what the reports say is that the child invites people to play.

‘’I don’t know Dean, I mean we’ve looked into less.’’

‘’Little bit creepy don’t you think. Kid asking for people to play?’’ Dean shivered slightly. ‘’Maybe that’s why nobody has been killed, I mean no one has accepted the offer?’’

‘’So it looks like we’re going to have to stop it before it gets to that.’’

Sam was already busying himself with research pulling up all the information that he could find. There wasn’t much to go on at all there was a vague description of what the spirit looked like but not enough to get a positive I.D.  

Dean had suggested that they go and talk to the eyewitnesses in person to see if they could get anything from it. This time they were just pretending to be students from one of the local colleges, looking for a story to write in the college newspaper.

‘’First we talk to a Mrs Harlow, she was the first person to see the ghost.’’ Sam explained looking down at his phone, ‘’All the sightings are in this area. Most recent being two days ago.’’

They pulled up in front of Mrs Harlow’s house and rang the doorbell. Mrs Harlow was a middle aged woman with brown hair, ‘’Can I help you?’’

‘’Yes erm, I’m Dean and this is my roommate Sam and we’ve come to ask you a few questions about the ghost that’s been seen around here for our college newspaper. If you don’t mind?’’

‘’Oh no of course not, come in.’’

After offering them something to eat and drink Mrs Harlow sat down on the couch facing them. ‘’So what do you need to know?’’

‘’Start from the beginning.’’

‘’Well, I was outside and everything was fine until I felt this cold breeze and as I turned around there was a little girl stood behind me.’’

Sam interjected, ‘’What she look like?’’

‘’(H/L) (H/C) hair, I think her eyes were (E/C)? I’m not sure because she poofed from in front of me to behind me and then giggle. So I ran like crazy.’’

After thanking her for her time they moved on going door to door coming up with nothing. Most of the information was just being repeated all they had was a description and estimated age which was around seven. That was until they came to the last person.

‘’I know who she is.’’ The old man, Mr Jenkins, sat back in his chair, ‘’She used to live in this neighbourhood years ago.’’

‘’Who is she?’’

‘’Her name is (First) (Last). She was always such a playful child it was unfortunate that she died.’’

‘’Thank you.’’

Back at the motel Sam ran the name through his computer and almost immediately came across a newspaper article that was dated back to 1978. According to the article (First) (Last) aged seven died of a rare illness.

‘’So get this, (First) died in the family home from illness.’’

‘’So why is she back?’’ Sam shrugged his shoulders, ‘’I don’t know but I think if we hang around the neighbourhood maybe she might come out.’’

Dean rolled his eyes, ‘’Great so we’re going to be spending the night walking around. Awesome. You know where she is buried?’’

‘’Yeah.’’

‘’Then why not just salt and burn?’’ Dean was slightly agitated. ‘’Because, I think there is something a little more to this story.’’

They made sure to pack salt rounds, salt, lighter fluid and the crowbars there wasn’t any chance that they could use the guns in a populated neighbourhood so they were going prepared. Dean was still pissed over the whole situation, moaning over ‘simple salt and burn’ and that they didn’t have to ‘seek the little ghosty’ Sam was having none of it there was something about this case.

Two hours had passed and still no sign of the ghost it was now almost midnight. Dean was growing more and more annoyed with Sam as time progressed and was just about ready to give up when they heard a child giggling.

Sam turned around and spotted (E/C) eyes peering at him from behind a tree, he smiled and bent down. ‘’Hey there.’’

‘’Sam what are you doing?’’

‘’Just trust me on this Dean.’’

She disappeared out of sight before reappearing right in front of Sam, causing him to jerk back. Dean was ready with the salt but Sam but out a hand to stop him.

‘’Do you want to play?’’ (First)’s head tilted to the side in an adorable way a small smile on her face. ‘’What do you want to play?’’ Sam asked in return your smile got bigger. ‘’Hide and seek!’’

Sam let out a laugh, ‘’Alright, you hide.’’ With a giggle she disappeared, ‘’Dude what in the hell are you doing?!’’

‘’Dean. Trust me.’’

Dean could hardly believe that he was actually playing hide and seek with a freaking ghost. He heard her giggling and looked behind the tree she was originally hiding behind, she let out a playful shriek before disappearing once again. What was the most weirdest thing? That Dean smiled.  

Sam found her hiding under a car she let out a giggle moving away from the hand Sam tried to grab hold of her with. The game changed from Hide and Seek to Tag, both Sam and Dean never thought they see the day that they would be playing tag with a spirit.

‘’Tag, you’re it!’’ Dean felt the cold linger from her hand as she tagged him, ‘’Not if I catch you.’’ She let out a shriek of laugh as Dean dived for her watching as he fell to the ground. (First) giggled, ‘’Come find me!’’

This time she disappeared after ten minutes of shearing and no giggling to give away her position. ‘’Where’d she go?’’

‘’There is only one place she’d go.’’

‘’Cemetery.’’ Both boys spoke at the same time.

Low and behold they found her sat atop of her grave stone, ‘’You found me!’’

‘’We sure did.’’ Sam smiled before he got a little serious, ‘’(First) why aren’t you resting?’’

Her smile faltered slightly, ‘’I got really sick and I had to stay in bed all the time, I even had to take time of school!’’ Dean let out a laugh, ‘’That bad huh?’’

She nodded eagerly, ‘’Mama and Papa where really worried they tried to make be better they really did but I felt more icky. I wasn’t allowed to play anymore because I was sick but I really really wanted to.’’

(First) Jumped down from the gravestone, ‘’One day I woke up and I was staring at myself, like a dream and I found out I died.’’ Her head cocked to the side, ‘’I felt better, didn’t feel icky anymore so I wanted to play. No one has ever played with me.’’

There was a small bright light that began to form behind her, ‘’What are your names?’’

Sam pointed to himself, ‘’My name is Sam and this is my older brother Dean.’’

The light got brighter (First) turned to look at it before stopping and giving the boys a big smile.‘’Thank you for playing with me Sam and Dean, it was real fun!’’

‘’You’re welcome (First).’’

‘’Goodbye!’’ She waved and the boys waved back. The light consumed her body before expanding and collapsing in on itself. They shielded their eyes from the light closing them tightly and when they opened them she was gone.

‘’Why can’t all our cases be like this?’’ Dean questioned, ‘’No going in guns-a-blazing just a simple game of hide and seek?’’

‘’I know.’’ Sam chuckled, ‘’I’m just really happy she’s at peace now.’’

‘’Me too little brother, me too.’’