I own none of the characters but my own.

This takes place in an A/U

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Chapter One

"How many slices of pie have you had?" Sam asked his brother. Dean looked up, a little bit of filling smeared on his face, and shrugged, before continuing to shovel the dessert into his mouth.

The house was nice. It was always nice and clean. Nothing was ever out of place. It made the boys feel a little uneasy every time they were here. Of course, they didn't come here often. They could count the amount of times they had been here on their hands. They felt bad about it, but it was for the best.

"Ms. Smithson, why'd you call us here?" Sam asked as the older lady came in from the kitchen to sit with them.

"Well, boys, as you know I loved your father."

Dean and Sam shared a look. She had only just begun talking but they already didn't like where this was going.

"And you know your sister was very young when he died. She was only 5 years old. The two of you should know what losing a parent can do to anyone, let alone a child."

The two boys nodded. They didn't know what to say.

"Well, boys, I'm sorry to say that I am sick. And I won't be getting better. I have early onset dementia. I'm going to have to go live in a home soon. Maybe a couple years, maybe a few months. It's hard to tell with these kinds of things. But, one thing is for sure. She's going to need a place to go, and we've talked about it, and she wants to go with you boys."

Dean stood up the, rather suddenly and abrupt.

"No, no way is that happening." He said, eyeing Ms. Smithson.

"You're the only family she has left, believe it or not. Who knows how much longer I'll be able to remember that I even have a daughter."

Dean groaned before pointing at Sam

"Sam, tell her! Tell her our life is no place for a fourteen year old girl. A girl who doesn't even know how to hunt!" Dean exclaimed, slamming his fist onto the table

Sam looked between Dean and Ms. Smithson, fumbling for words. Dean let out a long groan and shook his head. The exasperation he felt was evident.

"It's bad enough our brother got pulled into this life when he wasn't supposed to. Dad didn't want this for them."

Sam was about to say something when the front door flew open. Everyone turned to see what had done it, the boys expecting the worst, but in walked a girl with long brown hair and a smartphone glued to her hand.

She had earphones in her ears and was dancing rather manically. The backpack that had been barely hanging onto her shoulder fell off and hit the ground with a hard thud. As she spun around, she opened her eyes and saw her two brothers sitting at the table with her mother.

"SAM! DEAN!" she exclaimed, yelling over the music blasting in her ears. She dropped everything and yanked the earphones from her ears and ran towards them. She threw herself onto Dean and wrapped him in a big hug. Dean just stood there, looking down at the girl, and then over to Sam. Dean looked at Sam, and his expression silently read 'help me, what am I supposed to do?'

Sam choked back well deserved laughter and motioned for him to hug her back. Dean slowly began to wrap his arms around the girl, and gave her back a little pat.

"Hey, Clair." He said. The girl let go then, and took a step back and beamed up at him for a moment, before turning to Sam and doing the same to him.

"You haven't come to see me in ages!" she exclaimed, snuggling tighter into her giant brother. Both the boys seemed like they had met their maximum uncomfortable level.

"We've had a lot going on lately." Sam said, giving Dean a 'How do we tell her no' look.

She pulled away from her brother and smiled. "I've got all my bags packed!"

Dean groaned and rested his face in his palm for a moment before looking at his younger sister.

"Look, Clair, we love you. But you can't come with us. And it's because I love you that I'm telling you this. Our life is not a place for a kid."

"Don't be daft, Dean. I know all the basics. Say Christo to draw out a demon. Draw a salt circle to keep evil away, always keep a piece of iron with you. The list goes on, but I know what to do. "

"But, Clair, you're not trained like us. You can't defend yourself." Sam said. "Even if we left you at the Men of Letters bunker while we went on a hunt, we'd still have to worry about. About something breaking in. We won't always be around to protect you."

Clair's eyes began to water. She wiped them away before anyone could see, but it was too late. The boys had seen her tears. They felt bad about it, but there was no way that they could have turned her down without hurting her. They did it the nicest way they knew how.

Clair nodded and gave a little smile. "I understand." She said, softly. She turned around, and began to walk to the stairs.

"We love you, Clair." Sam said, but he got no response. She kept walking until she was upstairs and they heard a door slam shut. Dean flinched and gave Sammy a look. They both knew they needed to leave. Their precesne would just make everything worse.