Somehow I always ended up being the frikkin' bait when we needed to lure something unpleasant. I was hauling ass through a cemetary jumping over headstones with a pissed off zombie chick on my heels.

"Sam! Dean!" I yelled out, "Anytime would be nice!"

"You gotta get her closer," I heard my eldest brother Dean yell back.

Yeah, easy for you to say, I thought and pumped my legs harder, "Now!" Sam my other brother shouted. I dropped to the ground in mid stride and the dead chick went right over me and fell into the grave I laid just before. Dean jumped in the coffin with the girl and pinned her to the box with a silver stake. Sam poured gas all over her and then threw a match in. We watched as she disappeared and her bones disintegrated.

"Ok," I huffed brushing myself off, "we need to talk about me being bait all the time."

"Shut up, twerp." Dean shoved me a bit.

"Why?" I asked stubbornly.

"Because I said so. Me oldest," Dean pointed to himself, "you youngest." he jabbed me with his finger and smirked. I punched him in the arm and then ran out of his reaching grasp.

My name is Aidan Winchester, I have two older brothers, Dean and Sam and the three of us travel across the country to hunt the things that go bump in the night.

Since I'm the youngest and the only girl my brothers give me a hard time, but they know I can handle myself pretty good. Yes, my name is Aidan and I'm a girl; my mom and dad thought they were having another boy, what a surprise when a screaming babygirl popped out. I never liked pink anyways.

Dean checked us in at a shabby motel on a deserted stretch of road while me and Sam got our bags out from the Impala's trunk. After cleaning up we made our way to a twenty-four diner since it was the only thing open at two in the morning. A neon sign the shape of a slice of pie blinked in the window,

"Yum," Dean smiled, "pie."

I looked over to Sam and rolled my eyes. Dean and his pie- it was becoming ridiculous. I slid in a booth next to Sam and a big lady with too much clevage and eighties hair handed us menus, "We have a blue plate special for three-ninety-nine." she droned.

"Anyone ever tell you your smile lights up the room, uh-" Dean leaned closer to read her name tag, "Delores."

"All the time, sugar." She smiled condescendingly. "What can I getcha?" she asked popping the gum she was chewing on.

Dean smiled at her "I'll have the blue plate special with a cup of coffee."

"Salad and water." Sam answered. I gave Dean a knowing look. Leave it to Sam to be a badass Hunter and then order a salad.

I shook my head as Delores turned to me, "What about you, sweetheart?"

"French fries and a coke." I said folding my menu up and handing it back to her. Delores gave Dean one last glare and walked away.

"Wow," Dean raised his eyebrows, "that one there."

"Have you stopped to think maybe she's having a bad day, Dean?" I sighed.

He held up his hand, "Hold it there Dr. Phil." Sam laughed,

"Shut up, Mr. Salad." I pushed into him. Sam said something about not wanting clogged arteries as Delores brought out our food practically slamming Dean's plate down in front of him. He gave her a shocked look,

"You shouldn't be so hostile, Delores." he gave his sweetest grin. "It's not good for your health." Smart ass.

Delores looked to Sam, "Is he always this annoying?" she pointed at Dean with her pen.

"You have no idea." I sighed. Dean kicked me under the table. "Ow." I winced and rubbed my shin.

"She's definitely not getting a tip." Dean mumbled as the grinning waitress left.

After a little while of silence as we ate Sam got out his laptop, "What are you doing?" Dean asked him.

"Looking for a case." he answered tapping the keys.

"Sam," I whined. "we just finished burning a dead chick's bones. Could we at least get some sleep? I'm gonna die of exhaustion."

"You can sleep in the car." Sam snipped.

"Dude, she's right," Dean piped up, "we've been runnin' for three weeks straight."

Sam didn't answer he just continued to type. Dean paid for our meals -not giving Delores a tip- and we headed out to the car. "Is this because of dad?" I asked Sam.

His head whipped in my direction, "Don't-" he growled. It'd been a month since our dad died and although it hurt all three of us I knew Sam felt he didn't have the approval of our old man. I pushed anyways,

"Is that why you want to do job after job-"

"Aidan," Dean warned.

"-because you have to make up for leaving us to go to college?" I continued ignoring Dean. Sam stepped up to me sizing me up. I was short for fifteen and with Sam being a giant I barely came up to his chest. Dean stepped in between us putting his hand on Sam's chest,

"Hey!" he shouted at Sam pushing him back, "Enough." Sam gave me one last death glare and then huffed and went to the car. I turned to get in the car too,

"Aidan!" Dean growled at me. I ignored him and got in the Impala, slamming the door shut.

I plugged my iPod ear buds into my ears cranking up the volume and watched as Dean climbed in the driver's seat. Usually Sam wasn't the one who lost his temper quickly, that was Dean's character flaw. The fire I saw in his eyes told me he could reach that point though. I knew Sam, or Dean for that matter, didn't have it in him to hit me. Yeah, they both slapped me around a bit, but, well, that was just big brother abuse. I was ready to fight Sam though if I had to, not that I would win, but I'd go down like a Winchester. When we pulled up to the motel Sam quickly got out and stormed to the room. I unplugged my earbuds and sighed climbing out of the car. Dean surprised me as he grabbed my arm pulling me to a stop,

"What the hell is wrong with you?" he demanded.

"Nothing." I said jerking my arm out of his grasp and walked towards the motel room. Dean grabbed my arm again, "Let me go!" I pushed at him.

"Not until you tell me what that was all about, Aidan." he shook me.

"Sam thinks he's the only one who lost dad. Hello! He was our dad too!"

Dean let go of my arm and leaned against the car. Dad was a sore subject, it didn't matter which Winchester kid you mentioned him to, "It's not like you're handling it very well yourself." Dean looked into my eyes.

"I'm dealing with dad's death, Dean!" I shouted at him, taking the month of pent up anger out on him, "And are you serious? You're the one to talk- you can't even talk about dad without getting your ass up on your shoulders."

Dean jabbed a finger at me, "You have no right to tell me how to deal with my emotions!" Dean yelled back. "And on the subject, little girl, you have your own damn problems! You stuff and stuff until you can't hold it anymore and then blow up!"

I turned from him fuming, "Aidan, get your ass back here!"

"Blow me, Dean!"

"Ah, God!" I heard Dean yell out into the open air in frustration.

Sam was already in bed laying on his stomach. I slammed the door for emphasis hoping he was asleep and I woke him up. I grabbed the pillow he wasn't using and flung myself on the floor not wanting to sleep with either him or Dean. I put my ear buds back in and blared the music so loud I couldn't hear myself think, which was the goal. I watched Dean come in and noticed he was mumbling to himself. He roughly took his jacket off and threw it on a nearby chair and then threw himself on the bed opposite Sam. Good, all three of us are pissed off,I growled inside my head. I woke up later and regretted the plan to sleep on the floor instantly; every muscle was screaming in protest. The earbuds were still in my ears even though the iPod had died. I took them out and then stiffly climbed in the bed next to Sam.

"Floor not very comfortable?" Sam asked quietly.

"Definitely not." I mumbled back not surprised he was awake. After a few moments of silence I turned towards my brother, "I didn't mean what I said earlier." I sighed.

Sam rolled onto his side to face me, "I know."

"I know you think dad wasn't proud of you, Sammy, but he was."

"Aidan-" Sam sighed and I knew he was going to argue with me.

"When it was just him, me, and Dean, we'd roll by Stanford any chance we got to check up on you."

"What?" he whispered fiercly. I could hear the shock in his voice even if I couldn't see him in the dark.

I smiled, "He would tell everybody how proud he was to have a son going to college." I paused. "He might've hated you leaving us at first but I think he liked seeing you happy and living a normal life."

Sam cleared his throat, "I didn't know that."

A light flickered on momentarily blinding me; Dean sat up to look at us, "Ok, everybody's sorry. Can we stop with the love fest and go to sleep?" he grumbled.

I threw a pillow at him, "Shut up." but only half heartedly. I woke up the next morning to Dean on the phone,

"-yeah, Bobby." he was saying. "We'll check it out. Thanks." he snapped his phone shut.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes, "What's up?"

"There's a small town about three hours from here that has signs of demons."

"Possessions?" I asked scrubbing the sleep out of my face with my hands.

"Yeah." Dean answered and grabbed his bag. "Get ready, we're leaving as soon as Sam gets back."

We barely spoke the whole drive, all three of us intense. Sure, we fought things people would scream and run from but this was different. It was...well, demons. There's nothing routine about those black eyes bitches. Dean parked the Impala just outside of the town limits so we wouldn't draw attention to ourselves. We stood looking into the trunk deciding what to take. I glanced over to Dean and Sam; they both had their hunting game faces on. I composed mine to do the same and helped to stuff a backback of weapons and various tools we could use against a demon. As we walked through the town I had a sinking feeling in my stomach,

"Does this look a little too much ghost town for you?" I asked my brothers quiety.

"Yeah." Sam answered his brow furrowing.

"Where the hell are all the people?" Dean looked around. "Surely a hundred and four people didn't just disappear."

"Looks like we have the Winchester's in town!" A woman shouted in a playful voice. We looked at each other in shock. "Come on out!" she called out to us.

"Well," Dean huffed, "guess our cover's blown." We stepped out into the street where the woman could see us.

"We've been waiting for you." she smiled.

"I'm guessing that's a demon." I sighed loud enough only for my brothers to hear.

AN: Ok, so this is my first ever fanfic...so be nice! I'm pretty blunt so don't be afraid to do the same. Please review...if i like what i see then i'll post more chapters :)

-Fox