Hiya people of Fanfiction. Just wanna say M to be say and there is no wincest. Just for languge and underage drinking maybe in later chapters.
Disclaimer: I sadly do not own anything about supernatural, including the boys. I own Grace though, one hundred percent my own character.
1988
"Dean, leave him alone will you" The oldest Winchester child sighed as her little brothers fought each other.
"Sam started it Grace" Dean shouted
"I did not" Sam smiled showing his missing teeth
"you're nine, end it" she sighed "And you're eleven, shut up" he grinned playfully.
He didn't mean it, Grace knew that. John didn't.
"Dean, Grace is in charge until I get back" John Winchester said grabbing the duffle bag off the motel bed "Listen to your sister, I'll be back in a few days" he kissed Dean and Sam on the head hugging them.
"Be good, take care of the boys, make sure they make it to school okay, do your homework, make sure they do their homework-"Salt the doors and windows, keep a weapon close by and make sure nobody knows you're gone, I got it Dad" she smiled
"Good girl, Love you" he hugged her "Love you too Dad" she smiled "Love you Daddy" Sam shouted "Love you Dad" Dean smiled "I love you too boys, Be good" John told them "Yes sir" Dean and Sam smiled "Any trouble, call pastor Jim" he whispered to Grace "Will do Dad. Bye" Grace smiled "Bye guys" John said shutting the door, waiting to hear Grace lift the bag of Salt, and then heading towards his 67' Impala.
He hated leaving Grace and the boys. Grace knew what he was doing, as did Dean, but both Grace and Dean didn't want Sammy to know, to keep his innocence for a little longer. John knew that he shouldn't have even told Grace or Dean, but if three kids were asking questions he'd probably blurt it out anyways. He often wished Sam knew, but Grace and Dean were right, let him be a kid a little longer.
"Gracie?" Sam smiled
"Yes Sammy" she scooped the five year old into her arms and then onto her back, giving him a piggy back around the motel room.
"Why do-He was cut off by his own fits of laughter as she tickled him.
"What, I can't hear you Sammy, speak louder, I can't hear you" she smiled "Why do we move around so much" he asked.
"Sam, we've talked about this before, please don't" she begged
"Sammy, come help me colour in this picture for Dad" Dean smiled, saving Sam from the truth once again.
It was John's birthday in a couple of weeks, so Grace got a job, leaving Dean to look after Sam himself for three hours every Monday to Thursday. Sam loved his sister and he wanted her to be happy, she always looked so sad, her dark brown hair always hung over her deep brown eyes. He always behaved well, ate up all his dinner, helped wash the dishes, he always tried to help. But of course, most five year olds help actually hinder the person they are so desperately trying to help, he smashed plates, he was sick from eating to fast, and he always wrestled with Dean a little too roughly. Whilst Dean was playful, Sam had a tendency to bite. He didn't mean too, he'd just get a little too carried away, Grace knew that. Dean knew that, he didn't bite him back or anything stupid like that, he just joked that he'd need another rabies shot.
"Dean, have you got any homework?" Grace asked "Yep, I got English homework; I've got to write a poem about someone who inspires me" he rolled his eyes "Why don't you write about Dad" Grace smiled, poring baked beans into a pot. "I'll think about it" Dean sighed biting at the pencil he was holding.
"Gracie, I can't do this homework" Sam smiled "Sam, you're in kindergarten, the only homework you get is finger painting" Dean laughed "No, I have to make a mothers day card, but I don't have a Mommy" he huffed, upset at what Dean had said. He was a big boy, he could get homework.
"Sammy, did you tell your teacher about our Mom" Grace asked him "no, how come we don't have a Mom and everyone else does" he asked "She died when you were a baby Sam, she loved you very much" Grace said the same thing as she did for all the other times he asked. "But how did she die" Sam asked "In a fire" Dean swallowed.
Grace glared at Dean; they weren't supposed to tell him that. "How did the fire start?" Sam carried on "Time for bed Sam, eat your dinner then go" Grace sighed "NO, I'll stop asking questions, promise" the five year old smiled showing his missing teeth, Grace ruffled his mop of brown hair. He was just curious, she shouldn't have threatened him with the idea of going to bed early.
"I got it" Dean said with a mouth full of beans "Dean, don't talk with your mouth full" Grace said sweetly "Sorry" he swallowed "I got an idea for my English homework" he smiled jumping of the chair and running to the bed.
"Sam, now you tell the teacher that Dad takes care of us and that our Mommy died and she'll get something else for you to do" Grace explained "But you look after me Gracie" he looked confused "Dad looks after you when he's not working" she sighed, getting a little frustrated with the five year old.
"What does Dad do for work" Sam asked, moving stray beans around his plate. "We've told you before Sammy, he is a business man, and we have to move around cause there are different popularity spikes of the products Dad sells around the country, so we move to where the product is most popular".
Grace had learned in business studies today that popularity in a product is important, so she made up crap and hoped her youngest brother would stop asking questions. Before Sam could say another word Grace looked at the watch her Dad gave her for her last birthday, it was an old watch of John's, but it was his favorite, and it meant a lot that he gave it to her. The leather strap had to get more holes added to it in order to attach the watch to the eleven year old's small wrist, the glass was cracked and it was always a few minutes out, but Grace loved it all the same.
"Its quarter to ten, time for bed Sam, you too Dean" she slung the five year old boy onto her back and carried him into the bathroom.
She helped him put on his PJ's, now a bit worn and then slipped on her own night dress. It was too small height wise, but it was the last thing her Mom gave her before the fire. So she wore pajama bottoms underneath too. Dean had changed into his worn PJ's too, and hopped into the double bed he had to himself. Grace and Sam shared because Sam was very clingy towards Grace, kinda dependent on her to stop the nightmares he had. Grace loved it, she loved being looked up to by him and her being able to stop the nightmares made her feel strong, even if she couldn't stop her own. Sam's dreams were average 'are there monsters? is there something in the closet' where as Grace and Dean's dreams were 'THERE ARE MONSTERS! CHECK THE CLOSET'
"Night Dean, night Sam" Grace sighed turning out the light and climbing into bed "Night Grace" they sighed.
"Dean, here's lunch money, Sam wait for me outside the cafeteria and we'll buy lunch, normal table?" she asked Dean, secretly hoping he'd go 'no, I have friends to hang out with' so she could sit next to Brandon Gaskarth. "Yeah" he smiled, he didn't want to upset his sister, but he really wanted to go sit next to Jennifer Flowers.
The first part of the day was horrible for Sam. He told the teacher about his Mother and all the other kids started asking questions that he didn't know the answers to and then they mocked him, saying things like 'if my Mommy died, I would have know what happened to her'.
He asked the teacher if he could make a card for his sister, she was stunned, apparently most five year olds get bullied by their siblings, but she said yes.
In English, Dean decided to write about Grace, she looked out for him and she always put Sam and him before herself. He wasn't going to tell her about it, because it was embarrassing, he had an image to hold. The annoying but awesome, fearless younger brother. He smiled at the thought
"Dean, who are you writing about" his teacher Mrs. Smith asked. He muttered bitch under his breath as the whole class turned to look at him, including Jennifer. "My sister, Grace" the class started to laugh, but Dean didn't feel embarrassed, he felt angry.
He stood up smacking the chair away from him. "You don't know anything about me, what gives you the right to make fun of my family. My sister practically raised me and you're laughing at it. I'm not taking this shit" he headed for the door "Don't you dare leave the room Dean Winchester" she shouted "oh don't worry miss, I won't be here for that long anyway, I'll give it a week" he huffed before storming out the class.
"Dean, please come back" Mrs. Smith pleaded as he reached the end of the corridor "Why, to get mocked, why should I?" Dean asked "Dean, go back to class" he heard Grace.
He turned and saw her standing there. She mouthed 'please' as she stood there, the hall pass in her hand 'I really like it here'. He went back to class, knowing he totally blew it with Jennifer. Grace went to her class thinking about how Dean had always been the dramatic one.
Dean sat next to his younger brother and older sister at lunch, occasionally glancing over at Jennifer's table.
"Sam sit still and eat your lunch" Grace pushed the tray in front of him "You baby him too much" Dean commented, she just glared.
"Hey Dean" he heard a sweet voice from behind him say. He turned to face Jennifer "I think that was really sweet writing-he cut her off "If you're gonna take a dig at me, lets do it somewhere else, I don't want to get made fun of in front of my little brother" Dean snapped "No, I thought if was horrible that they all laughed at you, it was really sweet of you to stick up for them like that, I wish my brother was that nice" she smiled "I'll stick up for you" Dean vowed. She blushed lowering her head, then giving him a peck on the cheek "Thanks Dean".
"Is that why you left class, cause you were getting laughed at, who are you writing about anyway" Grace asked "Dean has a girlfriend" Sam giggled, drawing Dean's attention away from the question he didn't want to answer. "No I don't, don't be such a bitch" he smiled "Don't be such a jerk" Sam laughed "shut up, you couple of pooeys" Grace sighed, and then she hear a laughing.
"Hey Brandon" she gulped "Hey Grace, can I sit with you today" he asked her. Grace wondered why the most popular guy in the whole of 7th grade would want to sit beside her. They started talking and he asked her out, she of course said yes. He was Brandon Gaskarth, the guy she had a crush.
A few weeks later she breaks her heart in front of everyone in the school, making out with the prettiest girl in school. She learned not to trust anyone with her heart because it would get crushed. John came back the next day and she begged him to take them away, and of course he did.