On a Hiding to Nothing Series
Y/n and Dean Winchester were inseparable when they were young. Dean’s always wondered why his twin went cold, but it’s not until he’s a demon that he forces the truth from her, about a drunken night he doesn’t remember that she wishes she could forget. THIS IS A DARK FIC!
“Leave me alone, y/n. Just walk away.”
“Unfortunately, you’ve shared a dangerously codependent relationship with Sam so he can’t just let you go. So I can’t walk away.”
He turned to you fully, then, dropping his boots off of the crossbeam of the chair and standing. “You ever wonder why you an’ I don’t have a relationship like that? I mean, ain’t twins supposed to be creepy-close, makin’ up secret languages together and feelin’ each other’s pain?”
You swallowed hard but stood your ground. “Look, I will be the Tomax to your Xamot and we can develop Winchester Latin if you just come home.”
He wagged his finger at you. “Nah, see, I think there’s something there, y/n. ‘cause I remember we were close when we were young, taking care of Sammy, only havin’ each other to lean on, being Dad’s perfect little soldiers, but you pulled away. I think it was right about the time Sam ran off to Stanford, you went cold.”
- Part 1 of On a Hiding to Nothing Series
Y/n has spent months trying to get what happened out of her head, filling her nights with alcohol and any guy in Miami who tries to take her to bed. Crowley shows up to inform her of her twin’s mental deterioration; the Mark of Cain is destroying him and she’s the only one who can help tide the darkness. THIS IS A DARK FIC!
You started to move for the door but Sam stopped you. “You don’t have to leave.”
“First off, you don’t get to decide where I go and when. Second, you’re obviously fuckin’ confused here, because there is no fuckin’ way that I am staying here.”
“Fuck Dean’s needs!” you growled. “That mark on his arm is his fault. It’s Crowley’s fault. We could have neutralized Abaddon without the damn First Blade but those two rushed into this shit headfirst. And who pays the price, huh? Charlie, and me, and whoever else he’s fucked up because of the darkness seeping out into his already dark fuckin’ soul. I’m not fucking sticking around to try to help him clean up his fucking mess!”
- Part 2 of On a Hiding to Nothing Series
Y/n Winchester has agreed to help her twin keep the darkness of the Mark of Cain at bay through various acts of sexual depravity, but she’s not one to give in without a bit of resistance. THIS IS A DARK FIC!
Why fight me, huh?”
“You don’t own me, Dean. You don’t get to tell me how to dress.”
His jaw tightened and you could see rage flash through him. You should have known better than to keep pushing him, but you just couldn’t get completely on board with just letting your brother control you.
But you didn’t fight him when he reached over and grabbed your shoulder, pulling you against his side, wrapping his arm around you and draping it down the front of you. His hand slipped in the collar of your shirt, fingers sliding into your bra to tease your nipple. You whined, shaking a little as you tried to look back at Sam. “Don’t. Sam’s right there.”
“Unzip me, y/n.” You looked up at him, pitifully, before reaching over to unzip his jeans. “Suck me,” he demanded as soon as you got his jeans open.
“No! Sam's right in the back. I can’t.”
“I’m either gettin’ road head or I’m pulling off to the shoulder and fucking you with Sam right in the back. Up to you.”
- Part 3 of On a Hiding to Nothing Series
Things change so quickly for Y/n Winchester… and most of that change is not good. THIS IS A DARK FIC!
“You can’t come with me, y/n.”
You shook your head. “Why? I wanna avenge Charlie just as-”
“You’ve been sick and weak and tired for two days, y/n. Now you’re emotionally drained and sad on top of it.” He sighed and looked down into your eyes. “And I can’t be pacified for this. I need every ounce of rage the Mark can give me.”
You reached out and wrapped your hands in his jacket. “What if they kill you?”
“Then I come back with black eyes, I massacre them all and then I come find you.” You ran your hands up to his neck and pulled him down into a kiss. He groaned and pushed you hard into the metal behind you. “Fuck, I want to fuck you so bad.” He shook his head as he pulled back. “But I can’t. When I get back… baby, I promise when I get back I’ll fuck the thoughts outta both our heads, but right now?”
You nodded. “I understand.” He pulled the Chevy keys out of his jacket and walked toward the driver’s door. “I love you, Dean.”
He turned and licked his lips. “I love you, too. Get some rest. Don’t let Sam do anything else stupid, okay?”
“Like I could stop him.”
- Part 4 of On a Hiding to Nothing Series
Y/n Winchester takes her leave and goes to Maine to heal after a hefty loss. But when Chuck decides to step up and reveal himself, she finds herself right back in the middle of the Apocalypse.
My boy, John, disappeared on me, too. He had three kids. A set of fraternal twins and another boy. Tragic, tragic story. Their ma passed when the twins were four, Johnny just couldn’t stand bein’ in that town. He moved around so much I lost track of ‘em. Haven’t heard from him since… 1995.”
“Twenty years, huh?" You felt a little guilty. Your dad never mentioned his mom and for most of your life, you had assumed she was just as dead as your mom. It wasn’t until after Grandpa popped up that you realized that John Winchester never told you how she died, or that she had died. Your brothers told you to let it go, especially after Henry died, but you put your research prowess to good use to find her. Mildred Winchester, living in Rangeley, Maine since 1981. Owner and proprietor of The Rangeley Lakeview Bed and Breakfast since 1991. A fine, upstanding member of Rangeley society and a fixture at the Church of the Good Shepherd. Apparently, an active and intelligent woman of eighty-five years.
- Part 5 of On a Hiding to Nothing Series
Y/n and Sam Winchester finally get over the river in Egypt to find comfort and pleasure in each other, but when they discover Dean is not dead as they thought and their mother, Mary, is suddenly alive and kicking, they have to learn to hide their feelings again. (All the drama of On a Hiding to Nothing, none of the noncon)
“T-they… they’re trying to break you by b-breaking mmme… I’m the softer target.”
“Nah. You aren’t… you’re strong and… you can- You’re not gonna break, y/n. You’re a Winchester.”
“I’ve always been the weak-”
Sam laid you back on the floor and leaned over you. “Not weak. Sensitive, beautiful, amazing.” Sam was giving you that look, the one full of inappropriate adoration and love. If you were in a better state of mind, you would have gone into denial mode and scrambled off, but you couldn’t. You only managed to get lost in the different hues of greens and browns and blues in his eyes as he leaned in closer. “Just gotta distract you from the pain, sis,” he whispered, pulling your camisole undershirt up.
- Part 6 of On a Hiding to Nothing Series