Imagine that Sam Winchester was a girl (literally). Ladies and Gentleman, I give you, Being Samantha Winchester.
Chapter 1: The sister of Dean
"Dean, this is our third motel this month!" Sam complained as they started to unpack in their new room.
Dean loved his little sister till the end of time, but sometimes she was just annoying. Dean was ten and Sam was six, and already her hair was long enough to put in a cute little bun which she somehow managed to do herself. Long story short, she asked questions, sometimes Dean was right about to tell her the truth about everything when he remembered that she was a six-year-old who barely knew how to read, so he held his tongue.
"Dean, why do we move around so much?" Sam asked in all innocence, she just wanted to know how her brother would spin this. The truth of the matter was, a week ago, she found a leather-bound book on the latest rickety motel table, thinking it was something to practice reading, Sam sat down and stated reading, she ended up knowing all the questions she had asked Dean all her life and she learned how to read.
"Sammy, you don't want to know" replied Dean
"But I do know Dean, I read it in the weird practice book Daddy left on the table." Said Sam