Protector (Brother!Dean X Sister!Reader)

Dean's lungs burned and his legs ached but there was no way in hell he was going to stop running. The house was right in front of him, so he reached for the door handle, but before he could grasp it, Sam emerged, crashing right into Dean. The two flew backwards from the impact, falling to the ground. Dean groaned and got back up quickly, he pulled his little brother to his feet as well.

He choked back a growl when he noticed the bruise forming around Sam's eye. The younger Winchester had obviously been fighting hard, his knuckles were raw and bloody, and he was panting like a dog.

“They took her.”

Dean slung and arm around Sam's waist and Sam wrapped his arm around Dean's shoulder, leaning into him as the hunter helped him back inside. The place was a mess, the kitchen table was flipped over, a lamp smashed on the ground, as well as cups, plates, and bowls. The couch was on it's back, the bloody hand print on the coffee table made Dean's heart sink.

He set the couch upright again and got Sam to sit down on it. Dashing to the hallway and grabbing the first aid kit from the closet, he happened to glance into (Name)'s room and he felt his whole world drop.

Her covers were ripped from her bed, a picture frame of her and Sam when they were little was smashed, her bookcase was laying face down, books scattered. It was a mess. After a few moments of staring, he heard Sam's pained groan and rushed back to him. While patching him up, he was able to get the story out.

~Flashback~

“-then subtract it from your product, and there's your answer.” Sam said, handing (Name) her pencil. “Thanks Sam, you're a lifesaver.” She smiled and scribbled down the answer. “We all are.” He replied and poked his sister's side. She flinched away, a laugh escaping her lips.

“The family business.” She muttered and shoved her finished worksheet into her backpack. “Did you read The Outsiders yet?” She asked and went over to her bed, sitting down. “Yep.” Sam began, sitting next to her. “And Johnny di-” (Name) slapped a hand over her brother's mouth. “No spoilers!” She glared.

Sam chuckled. “So how was scho-” A loud bang out the door cut off his question and both hunter's heads snapped to the doorway where 7 large men began piling inside. Jumping up, Sam placed himself between (Name) and the door as his sister balled up her fists.

“You weren’t invited.”

~

5 out of the 7 men were swaying on their feet. Sam and (Name) stood back to back, both of them obviously tired. Ringing from (Name)'s backpack made the Winchester dive for it. She fished it out and Sam attacked the man who came after her.

It was Dean.

She pressed the green icon, connecting the call, but before she could even say anything, she was plucked from the ground. She elbowed the man and he dropped her, Sam grasped her hand and pulled her into the living room.

They fought as hard as they could. But in the end, it wasn't enough. Sam was unconscious by the time one of the men dragged (Name) out of the house.

~

“-and when I woke up, she was just gone.” Sam informed, his head bowed in guilt. “Sammy, don't you dare blame yourself. You did your best to protect her.” Dean said, his voice firm. “But it wasn't enough.” The hunter responded.

“We'll get her back,”

~

The warehouse wasn't that hard to find, it was located on the outskirts of of town, an abandoned factory. Dean left Sam at home, correction; made him stay home. His injuries were to painful to allow him fight correctly. He scanned the outside and noticed the place wasn't heavily guarded, hell, it wasn't guarded at all.

Dean stalked up to the side of the building, the wooden door calling his name. He gripped the handle, pleased to find it wasn't locked. Upon entering, Dean noted that the place was way too quiet for his liking.

There was a room several yards away, a light peaking from underneath. Dean snuck forward, hearing the hushed whispers. He grabbed his gun from the holster and clicked off the safety.

"DEAN, IT'S A TRAP!" (Name) screamed, squirming in the chair she was tied to. The older Winchester immediately spun around, shooting the demon that was trying to catch him off guard.

He needed to remember to thank Sammy for melting down a demon blade into bullets. He ran over to his sister, whipping out his switchblade and cutting her free. She clung to him, her arms wrapping around her brother's neck. Dean put his gun back in place and picked (Name) up, she locked her legs around his waist. Dean held her to him by her back, running outside as fast as he could.

He got her into the Impala and finally got a chance to examine her properly. She had a few bruises, but nothing major. It still made Dean's blood boil. He leaned over and kissed her forehead.

When they got home, Sam rushed out of the house. (Name) threw herself at him and Sam embraced her, sinking to his knees and burying his face in her hair. "Thank god."

~

(Name) kneeled in front of the TV, her eyes filled with tears as she watched her beloved character fall from the sky. "Tony..." She whispered. Dean and Sam laughed and got the remote chucked at their head in return.

"(Name), it's alright." Dean assured. His little sister whipped around and pointed an accusing finger at him. "Alright, alright? How the heck can this be alright, Tony is dead!" She cried and burst into tears.

Dean shot Sam a pleading look. His brother rolled his eyes and sat down on the floor next to his sister, pulling her into a hug. Dean chuckled when she returned it, but craned her neck so she could still see what was happening.

"What the hell." 'Tony Stark' said upon waking up. (Name) threw her arms up in the air, punching Sam in the process. "He's alive! He's alive! Thank Odin!" She cheered as Sam cradled his jaw. Dean smiled fondly and shook his head, getting off the couch to go get Sam and icepack.