She’s Always A Woman

Request (from anon): Can you do a one shot based off of song "she's always a women to me" where the reader is sam and dean's sister and she is asleep in the impala and the song is kinda what dean is thinking about her. Whatever u want to happen after that. Thnks luv ya.

Sorry this took so long for me to get up :/ I only ended up using like two lines from the song, specifically “She takes care of herself” and “She never gives in, she just changes her mind”. Hopefully it’s okay!

Just as a side note, this kind of jumps all over the place, from flashbacks to where they are currently. So to try to make it easier to understand, I put the flashback parts in italics.

(Y/N) = your name Warnings: language

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*Third Person POV*

“Aw, look at her,” Sam says from the passenger seat next to Dean, gesturing to (Y/N) in the backseat. Her head was leaned against the window and she was fast asleep, with her mouth open slightly.

“She’s tired; I don’t blame her,” Dean replies, taking a quick peek at her through the rear-view mirror and then looking back at the road. They had just finished up a particularly rough hunt; they killed the thing, but didn’t get there in time to save anyone. (Y/N) always gets in a kind of funk after those hunts. She tends to linger on the lives we couldn’t save, whereas Sam and Dead try to let it go. It’s harder for her, though.

Even though she’s obviously a bit more sensitive than Sam and Dean, she takes care of herself. Dean chuckles as he remembered the night when she went on her first date.

“I don’t like this,” Dean had said, glaring at the boy as he drove away with (Y/N) in the passenger seat.

“Neither do I, man,” Sam replied. “But, she’s growing up, and wants a semi-normal life. We have to let her go out on dates and have normal human experiences if that’s what she wants to do. We don’t have the right to force her to be a hunter forever; she’d just be miserable for the rest of her life.”

“Yeah, I know,” Dean grumbled. “But I still don’t like it.” Sam just chuckled, shook his head, and walked away.

Later that night, (Y/N) had come home in an awful mood, slamming the front door behind her. 

“Woah woah woah, what’s the matter?” Sam asked her, walking around the corner to meet her in the doorway. Dean was right on his tail. That’s when they noticed her make-up-streaked face. She had been crying.

“What did he do?” Dean demanded. 

“It was just a dare,” (Y/N) explained quietly. “He only asked me out because some of his buddies bet him 20 bucks that he couldn’t last one night with me.”

“That son of a bitch,” Dean said, growing angry. 

“Dean, calm down,” Sam started to say, putting a hand on his brother’s shoulder.

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” Dean almost yelled, pushing Sam’s hand away. “I’m gonna kill that bastard!”

“Dean,” (Y/N) said, smiling a little bit. “I already took care of him.”

“You what?” he asked after some hesitation. 

“I already took care of him,” she repeated, smiling wider now. “Let’s just say that he’ll be too scared to ever come near me again.” Sam and Dean share a look, shrugging and smiling a little. Then they told her that they were proud of her, and the three of them watched movies and ate junk food for the rest of the night.

Dean smiles at the memory, and then thinks back to the first argument that the two of them ever had. It was over something stupid; what channel they watched on the TV in the motel. (Y/N) was 11 at the time.

“Dean, let me watch Disney Channel!” she had yelled, putting her hands on her hips.

“No, we’re not watching that crap!” he replied, holding the remote above his head out of her reach. “I’m gonna put on the news!”

“But that’s boring,” she whined, and Dean just shrugged and said,

“Deal with it.” She sat down on the couch with a huff, crossed her arms over her chest, and didn’t say another word. Dean brought his hand back down, turned on the news, and sat down next to her. “What, did you give up?” he tried joking with her to lighten the mood.

“No,” she replied simply. “I just changed my mind.” Dean laughed for five minutes straight after that.

Dean pulls into the parking lot of a motel and stops the car. He looks at Sam and says, “You go get us a room, and I’ll work on waking up (Y/N).” Sam nods and goes inside, and Dean gets out of the car and opens (Y/N)’s door. “Hey, sweetheart, wake up,” he says, shaking her lightly. “We’re at the motel; you can go back to sleep in a minute.”

In response, she just grunts and doesn’t move. Dean sighs and tries one last time to wake her, but to no avail. Finally, he just decides to carry her.

Lifting her into his arms and holding her bridal-style, he shuts her car door, carries her to the room, lays her down and tucks her in, gives her a kiss on the cheek, and whispers, “Goodnight, ‘hun. Sleep tight.”