A/N: So, yeah I'm alive. Starting this story as a way to break through on the cement and stainless steel wall that is called my writers block. Well, that and I can't believe I couldn't find a crossover with supernatural with an older Winchester sibling settling in Beacon Hills. So here is my try!

As usual, I don't own anything!

Read and review please, lots of love

Cjb1990


Dean stared at his little sister in shock. They were standing in the backyard of Lisa's house, looking at the stars with a beer in both their hands. They had been with Lisa for two weeks now, and in that time they had barely spoken any meaningful words at each other. That is until tonight.

"I'm leaving, Dean," she had said looking up at the stars.

The silence, which had already been awkward, turned leaden.

Dean turned to watch the face of his sister. She had turned twenty one a few months back. They hadn't been able to really celebrate, considering the crap they were dealing with. She hadn't wanted to, either, considering that it was a week after they had lost Ellen and Jo while trying to ice the devil.

Her wavy hair hung loose just over her shoulders, an old plaid shirt and tight jeans with her heavy boots, she looked the same as she always did. And yet, there was something explicitly different about her. Dean kept staring until he figured it out; her shoulders, which had been curled into themselves, were straight and set with her determination. She really was leaving, and he knew nothing he would say would make a difference in her stubborn mind.

"What?" he finally croaked.

Jules finally turned and looked at her big brother with a sad smile.

"I know what you promised to Sam, Dean," she sighed, "but I can't be here. This, this is your salvation, not mine."

A hand pulled through her tresses roughly, eyes watering. "We both know that we can't look at each other right now. Let alone talk, or hell, help each other with this. Every time we try, all we can see or hear is…"

"Sammy," Dean finished with a sigh. He knew she was right. He had trouble looking her in the eye ever since that day that their brother jumped into that hole. He hated himself for it, but couldn't help the wince that came on his face when he saw the same eyes on her face. Dean knew that it was the same for her.

"What would you be doing then," he asked roughly, his sadness and grief turning his voice hard and angry. "Hunting? By yourself? You know that ain't going to happen, sis. The only ones you're hunting with will be me or Bobby."

Jules snorted, no matter what Dean would always be the overprotective ass he had been all her life. Sam had been the same, just a little less with the ass part. Her heart broke once more; Sam.

"You're not the only one he got a promise out of, Dean," she confessed. "And I know my head is nowhere near enough to be considered in the game. If I go out now, I get myself killed. Not an option."

"Then where will you be going, huh?" he barked. It was unnatural to let her go out in the world by herself. All his life, he had been watching over her. And if he was unavailable, he made damn sure Bobby or Sammy were there.

Jules turned back to look at the stars. "I don't know," she replied with a small shrug of her shoulders. "Get in the car and drive, I guess. Maybe California, I always liked the weather there. Just drive 'till I stop and try to build myself a life. Hell, maybe I even try and get a degree or something."

Dean rubbed his forehead roughly. It had always been a dream of Sam to get their little sister more in life than hunting. Looked like he was finally getting his wish.

"I can't just let you go," he was still trying to resist her plan, although he knew it was futile.

Jules shot him a quick glance. "I'm not disappearing on you, Dean. I would still have a phone, maybe I can even come visit, or you can come to me, once I settle on somewhere."

Dean didn't answer this time, just pulled her into a tight hug and refused to let the tears in his eyes drop.

"Take care of yourself, little sister," he whispered brokenly in her hair. He was failing once more in keeping his family together.

"You too, big brother," Jules shot back, tightening the hold she had on his waist.

The next morning, Dean watched silently as Jules loaded up the beat up Plymouth with her dufflebags. Lisa had been shocked when his sibling had announced she was leaving over breakfast, but hadn't protested when Dean never said anything. Ben had been disappointed, he had liked his sister a lot.

Jules paused as she looked over her shoulder at the front door where he stood guard. She gave him a half smile, before settling in behind the wheel.

As she drove off with a roar of the engine, Dean finally allowed the tears that he had been fighting to fall down.