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You had just finished packing your stuff, heading out of your room and slamming the door behind you. You were still kinda pissed at Dean about the night before. You heard him yelling from the kitchen about the door, smirking to yourself. You almost ran into Sam when you turned one of the corners. You laughed, he was clearly just now getting home. "Good game, tiger."
"Don't make it weird, Y/N." The giant laughed. He looked at your bag on your arm, his smile falling slightly. "You're leaving already?"
"Yeah, I mean, I finished my hunt yesterday so..." You knew Sam hated it when you left. You two had always been close.
"You know you can stay with us until you find a new hunt." He always tried to get you to stick around. You should've just snuck out before he got back.
"I know, but it's fine." You gave him a smile. "Plus, I don't really think your brother wants me around much longer."
"Oh, yeah. I ran into Dean before you." He shrugged. "Screw him. Stay here."
"Sam-" He snatched your bag from you.
"Come on, Y/N." He walked past you, taking your bag back to the room you were staying in. You huffed loudly. "It's too late, I've made up your mind. I also took your keys." He sent you a grin and you rolled your eyes.
"You can't keep me hostage forever, Winchester."
"Try me, Y/L/N."
You had been researching new hunts to go on in the library. It was a bit tense between you and Dean still, but Sam made it a little better, sitting right next to you. You pulled your laptop off the table, leaning back in your chair and propping your feet on the table. "Get you feet off my table."
"Dean." Sam was trying to be peacekeeper but it wasn't working well.
"You literally have your feet on the table too." You all but snarled at him.
"I can do what I want. This is my house."
"This isn't even a house. Plus, it's not even yours technically."
"Y/N." Sam really was trying but he didn't stand a chance.
"Just get you fucking feet off the table or I'll...."
"You'll what? Come on, Dean, what'll you do?"
"I'll..."
"Guys maybe you should calm down." You smirked at Sam, closing your laptop.
"No, come on, Sam, I wanna know what he thinks he's gonna do." You leaned further back in the chair, sending Dean a grin that only made him more mad.
"Seriously, Y/N, you better listen to me or I'll-"
"You'll what? Spank me?" You pretended to be scared at the thought, grinning even more when you saw Dean's jaw tick.
"Yeah." You were slightly taken aback, and clearly Sam was as well. "Yeah, or I'll spank you." Dean took his own feet off the table, standing up.
"Dean, stop. This is weird and you both just need to calm down." Sam knew it was probably going to escalate to something, but he didn't know it would be this. You and Dean always fought, but it never got this out of hand. You snorted.
"No worries, Sammy, he won't do it." Dean raised his eyebrows at you, slowly coming around the table.
"You don't think I'll do it?" You narrowed your eyes at him.
"I don't just think, I know you won't." Sam stood from his spot next to you, unsure of what was about to happen.
"Dean, it's not a big deal, just stop."
"It's not about the table anymore, Sam, I'm trying to prove a point. She never fucking listens to what people tell her." Dean came and stopped on your other side and you looked up at him. "This is your last warning, sweetheart. Get your feet off my table." You sent him a smile.
"I think I'm fine where I am." You were genuinely surprised when he started pulling you out of the chair. "What the fuck?!" You started fighting against him, slapping his hand away, pulling out of his grasp as he got you standing.
"Stop fighting me, Y/N, you brought this on yourself." You continued to struggle against him, unintentionally slamming your elbow into his nose.
"Oh shit." You knew you were fucked, you could see it in his eyes. You immediately took off down the hall as Sam tried to hold back and reason with a now fuming, and slightly bloody, Dean. You raced to your room, stopping only to slam the door shut in an attempt to make Dean think you were hiding in there. You quickly and quietly made your way further down the hall into his own room and into his closet. You would've hidden in Sam's room but that was sure to be the second place Dean would look. You sunk down to the ground, trying to curl up into the darkness.
"Come out, princess." His voice was low and predatory. You tried to slow your breathing but he was in the room and your heart was racing. "You really think I would fall for your trick? I know you're in here, thinking Sammy's room would be too obvious of a next choice." God, you were so predictable and so, so extremely fucked. "You busted my goddamn nose. You better come out before you make this any worse for yourself." He swung open the closet door before you could do anything, his eyes immediately falling on you.
"Dean, stop, I'm sorry." The words rushed out in a squeak. He gave a chuckle that was nothing but cold as he shook his head at your balled up form.
"It's too late for sorry, Y/N. Now get up." You stayed frozen in place. "Don't make me drag you out."
"Dean, seriously, this is fucking crazy! I'm a grown adult!" Your voice was high pitched. You were actually starting to feel a little afraid.
"It was your idea, sweetheart." You were about to stutter out a response but he moved forward quickly, his hand wrapping around your upper arm and pulling you harshly.
"Dean!" You pulled back but his grip was like a vice. "Please! I'm sorry!" Dean had you pinned down face-first to his bed before you could even blink. You still struggled, even though you knew it was useless.
"Stop squirming and suck it up." His hand came down against your ass sharply, making you squeak. You felt yourself falling into a weird panic when he struck you again.
"Dean, stop! Stop, I'm sorry!" You felt tears pricking at your eyes when he did it again. When he did it the fourth time you were gone, tears spilling over. "Stop, please, daddy, stop, I'm sorry!"
"Oh, fuck." Dean's entire demeanor changed while he pulled you up and positioned you onto his lap and into a tight hug on the bed. "Shit, Y/N, sweetheart, I'm sorry, I forgot." You balled your fists up in his shirt, sobbing into him. He smoothed one hand down your hair and down you back while the other held you to him.
They had found you when you were about twelve years old. You were about a year younger than Sam at that point. John Winchester had burst through your front door one night, right at the same time your father, who you would later be told was possessed, was beating you, as he had every night for weeks. John had stormed into your room to see you pinned down by your father, begging him to stop hitting you. You had passed out not long after the hunter had shown up to your rescue, to weak from the abuse to stay awake. When you finally woke up, you were in a motel room, a boy named Sam sitting on the bed next to you and an older boy named Dean trying to stitch up wounds or put limbs back into place on your body. After carefully explaining to you what had happened, John sent you to live with your aunt, but you found your way into hunting anyway.
"Jesus Christ, Y/N, I'm so sorry." Sam came rushing into the room, looking furious with his brother as your clung tighter to him crying. "Sammy, I fucked up."