A/N: Yall don't get too excited over this. This is going to be so random. I'm about to get very busy with my life, and I've been extremely stressed. Writing helps me with that. All I can promise you all is that I'll write when I have time. I'll write as much as I can while I've got the time. Also, I'll probably change the title later. I don't really like this one. Also, I change point of views a lot. I get bored!

Enjoy!

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"Tell me one more time why we're doing this, Dean," I repeated for the probably the fifteenth time that day. I had my hand on the open door of Baby, and was looking over at Dean pleadingly from where he stood across from me, his body in the same pose as mine. "I just don't think we should involve Sammy in this," I continued. "Attie," Dean started, exasperated, "I've told you a hundred times. We need Sam for this." He needs Sam for this, I thought to myself.

"But.." "Adaline," Dean cut in, and I knew by his tone of voice he was done with this particular conversation. "Get in the car please," he finished. Without waiting for a reply he climbed into Baby, shut the door and cranked on the engine. I wrinkled my nose in frustration and took a deep breath before following in after him.

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I was looking out the window at the moving scenery, my mind worrying over what was going to happen in a little less than four hours. I hadn't seen Sam since I was 12; that was two years ago. When he first moved to Stanford we kept in pretty good communication with each other. That lasted about six months, and then one day it all just stopped. He stopped answering my phone calls, my texts….I was really mad at him at first, but eventually I realized that he just didn't need us anymore. He didn't need me anymore. That hurt, a lot, but I figured that if he was happy I needed to be happy for him.

"Here squirt." I looked over and smiled when I saw my favorite blanket being offered to me. I know that 14 is way too old to have a favorite blanket, but this was different. Dean gave me this blanket when I first came into the Winchester's lives. I didn't have the same Mom as the two boys. I was three when dad found out about me, and crazy shy. I used to hide under the bed when I got scared, which was a lot.

Dean got me the blanket to help me feel more comfortable, and I'd taken it with me everywhere I went ever since. It wasn't anything special; it was dark grey on top and white underneath. It was really soft though, and perfect for long car rides. I kept it in the backseat of Baby for that exact reason, and because of that, it smelled like a comforting mixture of leather and oil.

I grabbed it from Dean and shot him a smile. "Thanks, weirdo." "No problem, dork," he replied affectionately, smirking back at me. "I can literally hear the gears in your head turning," he continued. "Stop worrying so much and take a nap. When you wake up we'll have Sam with us." That's what I'm worried about…I thought. On the outside though, I merely stuffed the blanket around my body, tucking some of the material under my chin. I shuffled down into the seat a bit, sighing gratefully when Dean flipped the heat on low and turned the radio down a bit. He knew me so well. I inhaled the comforting scents of the blanket, and within three minutes I was deeply asleep.

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Dean pulled into the Stanford parking lot and turned off the engine. He shifted to look at his still sleeping passenger and snorted softly. Adaline was sprawled out in her seat, her legs on top of the dash, the blanket bunched around her small form. Her head was resting on the seat, mouth slightly open. "Attie," Dean whispered, gently shaking her. The man knew from experience that forcing the girl awake did not end well for any of the parties involved. "Wake up babygirl," he tried again. Adaline shifted a bit in her sleep, nose wrinkling cutely with disapproval. Her eyes scrunched together and slowly opened. She blinked a few times trying to get her bearings.

"Whass goin on?" I slurred out. "We're at Sam's Ads," Dean answered. I looked around and discovered that he was in fact correct. We'd arrived at the college. "You ready?" he asked, and I looked over at my brother, still working on blinking the sleep out of my eyes, and nodded. Dean jumped out of Baby and I went to do the same. I untangled myself from my cocoon of blankets, sighing in disappointment when the warmth of the covers was lost. I opened my car door and stepped out into the parking lot. Dean was already walking towards the building, but stopped and looked back when he realized I wasn't with him. " 'M comin'," I muttered at him. I took a step and stumbled a bit like a drunk before slowly walking towards my brother who was all but tapping his feet at me now in impatience.

I merely shot him an indifferent look. He knew how long it took me to wake up. "I still think we should go in another way," I muttered. "I still think you should stop watching Spongebob," Dean retorted, carefully opening up the apartment window. "Shut up," I shot back weakly. The show was educational… I watched as my brother quietly entered into what was hopefully Sam's living space. "C'mon," he whispered, beckoning me towards him. With Dean's help I was able to enter the apartment without making any noise. Dean expertly pushed the window back down, and I found myself marveling at his ninjaness. For such a big guy he was able to be pretty sneaky.

He turned around and shot me a cocky smirk as though he knew what I was thinking, and I rolled my eyes. He took a step forwards, and I gasped as suddenly there was a loud crash from the broom hitting the floor. "Dean!" I hissed at him, and he smiled at me apologetically. "Oops," he whispered. I take everything I said back! He's the worst ninja ever! I thought to myself.

"Your ninja license has been revoked," I said to him without thinking, and his face scrunched up in confusion. "What the hell are you…"

I gasped again as Dean was suddenly taken down on to the floor by a large figure. Sam! I watched as Sam, from on top of Dean, threw a punch at his face which was blocked.

The two figures wrestled around with one another for a bit, grunting with effort. Dean effortlessly twisted around from his position on the floor, one of his hands holding Sam's neck and the other his wrist.

"Whoa, easy tiger," he breathed out, and you saw from your hidden position in the corner Sam's eyes grow wide. "Dean?" the 22 year old breathed out in surprised, and Dean laughed. "You scared the crap outta me!" That's cause you're outta practice," the 26 year old retorted. As soon as the words were out of Dean's mouth, Sam had grabbed ahold of Dean's hand and yanked. He slammed his heel into Dean's back, and then it was Dean on the floor.

"Or not," he ended. Dean tapped Sam twice in the signal to loosen his hold, and Sam loosened his grip. "Get off of me." Sam rolled to his feet, pulling Dean up with him as he went. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I was looking for a beer," Dean shrugged. "What the hell are you doin here?" Sam repeats, and Dean sighs. "Okay. All right. We gotta talk." "Uh, the phone?" Sam retorted. "If I would've called, would you have picked up?" Dean retorted.

No. I bit my lip and looked away from them for a second, sadness washing over me.

I looked back towards Sam and Dean though when I heard Sam breathe out, "Holy shit.." I felt my cheeks heat up when I realized both boys were staring over at me. I must've spoken out loud just then. "Adaline?" Sam questioned, and slowly began walking towards me.

I felt a huge, stupid urge to run into his arms just then, but of course I held myself back, and instead gave him a small, shy smile. "Hi, Sam." It looked like something washed over his face when I said that, but I didn't know what it would've been. "Look at you," he said softly. He stopped in front of me, and his gigantic frame towered over my five foot two self. He reached out a hand towards my face but stopped himself, and instead threw out his own shy smile.

"You look so much older," he continued, and I shrugged. I had grown an inch or two but I still looked pretty much the same. I didn't really look much like the Winchester side of me. In fact, the only thing I got from my father was my thick lips and nose. I had baby blue eyes, blonde curly hair, and a round-ish face. I wasn't even blessed with the Winchester height.

I asked Dean when I was younger when I would get tall like them, and he laughed and said that I would probably be a shrimp forever. For an 8 year old, thems fightin' words. I knew now though that he was merely letting me down easy. Apparently my mother was around my height, and my grand-father on my mother's side was short as well, for a man anyway, only reaching about five foot seven.

Go figure.

Sam looked like he wanted to say something more to me, but before he could, the room was flooded with light. I winced, my eyes taking a few seconds to adjust. When they did, I looked over and saw a woman standing in the doorway. She had extremely blonde hair, and was wearing short shorts and a Smurf's tank-top. "Hey Jess," Sam started. "What's going on?" she inquired, and I couldn't blame her for her confusion.

"This is my brother, Dean, and my baby sister, Adaline." I scowled when he said that. That made me sound so baby-ish! "Wait what?" Jess? Said, studying Dean and I for a second. "These are the two you're always talking about?"

What? He talked about me? That didn't make sense. Sam nodded, and Dean developed a smirk on his face. He took a step towards Jess. "I love the Smurfs. I gotta tell ya, you are completely out of my brother's league." I groaned; geez he's embarrassing sometimes. Jess let out an awkward laugh, looking completely uncomfortable. "I should go put something else on.."

"No, no," Dean interrupted. "I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously." Sam walked over towards Jess and put his arm around her, and Dean watched them for a second. "We're sorry to barge in here like this, but I really need to borrow your boyfriend for a second. Gotta talk about some private family business."

"No," Sam said, his arm tightening around her shoulder. "No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her." My chest pulsed in pain a bit when he said that. He had obviously found someone special here. They looked as though they really loved one another. He was acting like she was family….what was I then?

"Okay.." Dean trailed off. He glanced at me and then looked back towards the couple. "Dad hasn't been home in a few days." Sam shrugged at this, looking unconcerned. "So? He's working overtime on a Miller Time Shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later."

I watched as Dean's jaw clenched a bit at Sam's words. He looked down for a second, and then his green eyes were piercing Sam's, his words serious, voice deep. "Dad's on a hunting trip. And he hasn't been home in a few days."

Sam and Dean stared at each other for a few seconds, Sam's expression not changing. Then, Sam's arm slowly slid off of Jess's shoulders. "Jess, excuse us for a sec. We have to go outside." The two boys headed downstairs, and I slowly began treading after them. I looked back at Jess for a second before I went through the doorway completely. "It was nice meeting you!" I smiled at her, and she shot me a sweet grin. "You too, sweetie. Sam's told me a lot about you."

Her sentence stopped my feet from moving any further, and I looked back at her in sheer confusion. "What?" She adapted a confused frown on her face at this. "What's wrong?" she asked. I turned around from the doorway and walked closer to the girl. "He talked about me?" I asked her tentatively, and she smiled at me, albeit still confused. "Of course he did. I can't get him to shut up sometimes," she chuckled.

"But why didn't he.." I started, but before I could form my question, Sam was storming back through the apartment door. "Attie, Dean says to meet him back down at the car. I have to grab a few things and then we're heading out."

"You're leaving?" I heard Jess ask Sam, and Sam walked up to her, speaking softly. I didn't want to intrude on their moment, so I made my way outside.

"What's going on?" I asked Dean while I made my way towards Baby. His head peeked over at me from inside the car's trunk, and I shuffled over to him. "Sammy's gonna ride with us for a bit," he answered, glancing over at me and then back down to his arsenal. "Oh, okay," I replied. I felt Dean's eyes on me again. He grabbed a shotgun and slammed the trunk, turning towards me. "Hey," he started, and I raised an eyebrow towards him. "What's going through that mind of yours?" he questioned in concern. "Jess told me that Sam…" I was once again interrupted by Sam's voice. "We ready to go?" Dean looked at me for a second longer before turning towards his brother and throwing him an easy going grin. "Hell yeah."

We climbed in Baby; I found myself automatically climbing into the back seat. Shotgun was always Sam's seat as long as Dean was driving. I curled up in the back to the tune of ACDC playing softly in the background, the heat setting on low, and my blanket curled around me. Baby's soothing engine was rocking me into a sleepy daze, and the last thing I heard was the very much missed sound of both of my brother's deep voices speaking softly with each other in the front seat.

I missed this.

A/N: I'll get the next part out soon!