Reader is the brothers younger sister. She has an argument with them and storms off landing herself in danger.
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"I'm sick of you both treating me like a baby! I'm 18 and I know how to protect myself." You yell at your brothers.
It was only 2 years ago when you found out you even had brothers. Your mum had finally come clean about having an affair with a man named John Winchester. You had yelled at her, cried then run off to clear your head. By the time you had calmed down enough to return home you found your mum had been murdered. You began searching for your estranged father and found Sam and Dean who filled you in on what had happened to him and also what really was out there.
Over the last 2 years they had reluctantly taught you to hunt, fight and use just about any weapon that existed. They never let you out of their sight and you had become one hell of an efficient hunter but your overprotective brothers still wouldn't let you go anywhere alone.
"Look Y/N. We know you're not a baby but your still not hunting alone!" Dean snapped back. His green eyes blazing.
"You can't stop me!"
"Yes we can. Don't make me lock you in Bobby's panic room!" Dean threatened.
Sam shot his brother a disapproving glare at the last part.
"Your too controlling. I'm sorry I ever stuck with you both!" You yelled.
You regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth. The look on your brothers faces said it all. They were hurt and upset but that quickly turned to anger.
"So leave!" Dean growled.
You grabbed your bag with all your belongings and your jacket then stormed towards the door.
"And don't come back!" Dean snapped, his voice breaking a little.
"Don't worry I won't!" You retorted bitterly without even looking back. You slammed the door behind you and got into a nearby taxi.
"Dean that was a bit harsh." Sam was still shocked.
"Yeah well she shouldn't have said what she did. She said she didn't want to be with us anymore so she left. Simple." Deans eyes filled up as he sat down heavily onto the nearby bed.
"I don't think she meant it. She was just angry. I think even she regrets what she said." Sam consoled Dean while also trying to convince himself that what he was saying was true.
"I hope your right Sam. I don't know what it is she expects by going it alone. It's dangerous out there and it's my job to take care of and protect you both."
"Maybe so Dean but your not always going to be around for us. She just needs space. Why don't we leave her be until tomorrow morning then try and contact her. Give us all a chance to calm down a little?"
Dean nodded reluctantly. Sam was always the voice of reason.
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You got out of the taxi in the next town over and booked yourself a room for the night. You felt like crap but figured it was for the best. Without your brothers watching your every move you were free to do what you wanted. The next morning you took a shower and opened up your laptop to find a case. It didn't take long.
The local news popped up with a story about a young boy who had recently disappeared on his way home from school. Witnesses said they last saw the boy near the old abandoned house at the edge of town. Local police had searched it but found nothing. Further digging brought up reports that the house was supposedly haunted and that every year 3 children would mysteriously disappear after being seen near the old place and have never been found.
You did some research on the old house and found that the disappearances had been happening since the last owner of the house Arnold Holt, had died 6 years ago. He had apparently killed himself after finding his 3 children and wife had been killed by an escaped convict. Arnold Holt had then killed himself just 2 days after the funeral of his family. He had been cremated so you knew it wouldn't be a simple burning the bones case.
"Ah well, creepy house investigation it is." You grumbled to yourself.
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"Anything?" Dean paced.
"No. I've called a few times and left messages but no reply. She might still be mad." Sam replied glumly.
"I don't care. Something doesn't feel right."
"What do you mean?" Sam asked curiously.
"I don't know. I feel like she's in danger. Serious danger. Can't we track her phone?" Dean continued to pace.
"Er yeah." Sam turned to his laptop and began typing away. "You know usually it's me that worries."
"Yeah well my gut is telling me something's wrong. And it's never led me wrong before."
