I had the urge to explore Chris Winchester's childhood before she became the spunky and fearless character she is now. Mostly follows her up from infancy to eight years old , when she fatefully discovered her Dad's journal and asked "Do monsters exist?"
I do not own Supernatural or its characters apart from Chris.
"Christina, these are you're Brothers"
Mary Winchester sat in an armchair in a small corner of the nursery cradling her newborn daughter in her arms. The baby was like a tiny doll, she was dainty and she had piercing green eyes with a delicate tuft of brown hair on her head. Her little face was peaceful as she nestled within a soft yellow blanket. The baby's face wrinkled as Mary planted a gentle kiss on her small forehead.
"You're so beautiful," cooed Mary stroking her daughter's elegant face, "You're my little angel."
"Mary," came a voice. Mary looked up to see her husband John peeking round the door, "The boys want to come in now."
Mary nodded and smiled as her two sons scurried in. Her youngest boy was Sam. He was seven years old and had recently lost another tooth in the front, Mary had always tried in vain to tame his wave of dark brown hair. A wash of excitement and nerves was plastered over his face and he cautiously wandered over to his mother and new baby sister, closely followed by the eldest of the children. At eleven years old Dean was passing the kid stage and was fearless of anything. His once blonde hair was darkening with age and he had the same green eyes as the baby. He was unsettled at the fact he was getting another sibling to begin with but he soon returned to his normal self. He would defeat and protect the baby for as long as he lived. Like Sam, it was his duty to his parents.
The boys gazed in awe at their new sister and were almost dumbfounded.
"Christina, these are you're brothers," introduced Mary titling baby Christina so her brother's could see her face.
"Hiya Chrissie," said Sam giving his sister a peck on her pink cheek "I'm you're big brother Sammy."
Mary grinned and gazed at her eldest child who was standing in silence.
"Want to hold her?" she asked to which he went forward with an earnest look in his eyes.
Mary got up from the chair and allowed her son to sit down. She then placed the baby carefully in his skinny arms. Baby Christina wriggled under the blanket and she yawned sleepily as Dean stared at his baby sister. He gave her a small kiss too.
"I'm your big brother Dean," he whispered as the newborn grabbed a hold of his index finger, "I will always be there for you. Always."
Mary knew her daughter would be well protected with her brothers around. With tears in her eyes she knew her family was complete. Life was beautiful.
Sorry if this is short but more is on the way, believe me. Thanks and don't forget to review.