A/N: Here is the new story(Life of a Winchester was the old one) It still has Evengeline in it however I am going in a bit of a different direction. Please review.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Covenant or Supernatural

Old story name: Life of a Winchester

New story name: Keeping you Out

Full Summary: Evengeline Winchester was sent to Ipswich to be kept safe but she soon finds herself fighting to keep her new friends out of the life she was born into. Can she keep them out or one by one will they become pawns in her enemy's game?And can one boy survive the Winchester brothers over protective habbits?

Keeping You Out:
Prologue

A wish; if I could have one wish it would be to live a normal life. Not only for myself but for any other hunter who wished as well. The thought often plagued my mind, consuming my dreams and it was by far my most hidden desire. I never told anyone about it. Not my brothers, not Dad and not Bobby. It was a silent wish, one I would use when I saw a shooting star while driving in the Impala or when I toss a penny into a fountain.

Having a normal life would have its downfalls. My brothers and I were extremely close because of our family job-possibly because every day there was a chance one of us could die. I hated living with the fact that someone or something was planning my death while I ate fast food with Dean and Sam. A simple stroll or run through the park could not be done without precaution because of who we were.

Being a Hunter scared me. It put me on edge every day. Every night I went to bed with a knife under my pillow and every morning I woke up in fear someone could be looming over me. Of course my brothers would never let that happen without a fight. They both were really over protective of me-a factor that came with me being the little sister to Sam and Dean Winchester.

I was the little girl, the girl five years younger than Sam and nine years younger than Dean. With my Dad gone-for most of my life- they had raised me. Both had taught me to survive in this place we call earth, each one giving me something to bring with me. Dean focused mainly on dealing with bullies, his methods were of the violent kind but he taught me everything he knew on hunting and hand-to-hand combat. Sam on the other hand helped me with my education. He practiced my spelling tests with me, stayed up late in preparation for tests and got up in the wee hours of the morning for some revision. I owed it to them for being the girl I was today.

My brothers were the best; I loved them for it though sometimes I think they got a little out of control, especially when the opposite gender got involved.

"Hey," Head snapping in the direction of the voice, I found myself looking at a boy no more than a year older. He was smiling, honey eyes skimming my body with interest. My hands clasped the cool drink tighter as the boy moved a bit closer. "What's your name?"

My eyes snapped towards the back of the restaurant, taking in the rush of people in hopes of not seeing Dean or Sam. "Evengeline," I stated after my search.

"I'm Patrick," He offered a hand and I took it with a soft grin. He was cute; tan skin, short brown hair, amazingly gorgeous eyes. "I haven't seen you around these parts."

Of course, "I'm just passing through." He frowned. There was not a chance anything could happen between us anyways. My brothers were too over baring. One date would consist of them tailing behind us the whole time and Dean shouting out death threats or warnings and that was only if the guy got their approval.

"Shame."

Patrick scanned the windows and turned back to me with a wicked grin. "You want to get out of here for a bit, I'm sure the people you came with won't miss you for a few hours."

"I don't think so kid." A deep voice stated. Patrick slowly turned to find Dean standing with both arms crossed over his chest, Sam towering over behind him. Those honey eyes widened and before I could get a word out to apologize, he was gone, the metal door banging shut.

My brothers never got the idea of simple. They could never just let me have a normal conversation with a boy or allow me to handle a tough situation, instead they had to interfere and use their height, age and threatening glares to scare them off. And if that didn't work or the situation had gone too far, Dean would use his "tactics".

Sam never let it go too far unless he himself was upset and when that happened, everyone could expect the worst.

I loved them, looked up to both and could never live without them. That was why I disapproved of this plan. Okay, better yet I HATED this plan. It was by far the worst one they had come up with, even worse than the one time Dean had decided to leave me unprotected while they wandered off into the woods late at night in search of a werewolf. Of course that stupid animal had come after me, the one who had no guns or knives.

This plan was awful. I had cried myself to sleep the first time I ever heard them speak of it. There was no way Dean could allow this. Sam I understood because he had been given this chance as well however Dean; not him. I believed that all the way until he told me about it, claiming that it had been a unanimous decision. From that day forth, I was mad at them.

Not that I acted that way but deep down they both knew. I despised the idea of dropping me off at some high class, expensive, rich kid private school. Not only was I far from rich but I hadn't been to school in over four years. I hadn't attend high school, instead being home schooled by Bobby or whoever had the time to teach me a few things.

It just worried me. While I was off at school pretending to be a normal 17 year old girl, Dad was off by himself while Dean and Sam went in search of the Colt that would destroy Yellow Eyes. Stupid demon; I really hated them. They had landed all three of us in the medical room at some point. My time with one had not been pleasant.

"Come on Evie," It grinned. Eyes narrowing, I lashed out at the guy and grunted when my chains yanked me back, arms slamming painfully against the brick wall. He waved a finger at me, a silent gesture that I had made a wrong choice. "Let's play, do you want to play?"

I growled. He motioned for someone over his shoulder. A little girl, the one that had approached me about being lost, strolled forward and the look on her face made me shrink. She was too young to be caught up in this mess, a girl no older than 10 and yet they had taken her, used her body for their own personal needs; sick bastards.

"Heather, do you want to play a game?"

Heather nodded, blond curls bobbing up and down. Reaching into her pocket, she yanked out a phone and held it up to me. It was my phone. Smirking, the demons eyes flashed black as her little fingers scrolled through my contact list, "Who should I call, let me see. Bobby? No. Dean? Maybe, oh Sammy Winchester. He ran off didn't he?" Her eyes moved to me. "How does that feel to know your brother wanted out of the life you were brought into?"

"Screw you,"

"Does he even call you on Christmas? Did he come visit you for your birthday? I bet he didn't, he was probably too busy living out the life he always wanted. Abandoning you and Dean, leaving behind your Father, he probably only calls or visits when absolutely necessary." My fingers curled into the metal chains as I fought to keep the snide remarks at bay. "Did you know he has a girlfriend? Beautiful girl and did you know he hardly ever mentions you or Dean. When she asked about the ring you had given him before he left, he told her it was just some gift. Nothing special. His own little sister gave him something that cost more than a third of her savings and he says it's nothing special."

"How do you know all of this?" I demanded.

"We have eyes everywhere little Winchester." The man spoke up.

Heather skipped over to me and bent down, a soft ring coming from the phone as she waved it around. A click sounded and then his voice flooded my thoughts.

"Evie?" Sam asked. "Hello, Evie?"

"She's not home right now," Heather stated in an overly sweet tone. "Can I take a message and if I have time after torturing her, I can possibly pass it on."

He sucked in a breath and I heard a door slam shut, "Who the hell is this? Where is Evengeline?"

Heather laughed, "Right here silly, say Hi little Winchester."

"Fuck you," She giggled. "Sammy," He made a noise of relief. "Call Dean, tell him I'm at-"

My sentence was cut off as her fist connected with my throat, sending me into a coughing fit as I struggled for breath. "Get her out of here Garson." The tall man hooked both arms around my waist and yanked me too my feet, unlocking my chains as he went. I squirmed in his arms, mouth opening to scream however was met once more with her fist, for such a small child she had one powerful hit. "I hope you are having loads of fun in college Sammy. Bye."

The phone clicked shut and I was dragged off to a small room where Garson started his assault. His fists did a number on me, one hit even breaking my arm. I blacked out several times and the last time I woke was to a gunshot echoing throughout the room. A voice started to chant a verse and then cool hands touched my skin.

"Evie…wake up Evie."

I groaned. A laugh of pure relief filled my ears. Fingers traced my cheeks then down to my arm where they examined the wound.

"Kid," I knew that voice. "Open your eyes before Dean has a heart attack." Dean. My brother Dean. I fought through the pain and allowed my eyes to flicker open. The first thing I saw was Bobby. He held a book in one hand while the other rested on Dean's shoulder. My brother grinned down at me, relief apparent on his face. "How are ya kid?"

I raised one eyebrow and slowly allowed them to sit me up. "I feel," A cough, "Like a demon just kicked the shit out of me."

That had been my first real run in with a Demon and after that I had been forced to stay in the hospital for a few days while they monitored me under the false story of a gang attack. I didn't like hospitals very much but under the circumstances I had agreed to stay, seeing as I had one broken arm, a cracked rib, a nasty cut and a good twenty bruises. Not the highlight of my life.

Now here we were. Sam was back and I was being sent off to a private school while Dad went off on his own because he thought us being together was dangerous and my brothers went off in search of a gun made my Samuel Colt. In my opinion, I didn't need to be sent off. I could take care of myself.

"You got all your stuff," Sam asked and I hoisted the duffle bag upwards. "Do you have all the other things?" Rolling my eyes, I lifted the red bag and nodded. "Just making sure Evie," He looked over at Dean than back at me, a small frown playing on his lips. My eldest brother was leaning against the hood of the Impala, arms crossed over his chest as he surveyed the school. He looked unhappy; lips pulled into a thin line, eyes narrowed.

I dropped both bags onto the ground and strolled over to him, taking the same stance as his. "You know if you don't like the school, there is still time to let me drop out." His lips quirked, "I mean really Dean, do I look like a preppy school kind of girl?" It was true; I would never be caught dead in a uniform, much less a skirt. My normal day outfits consisted of jeans or track pants and t-shirts with the logos of my favourite bands imprinted on the front. I never wore fancy shoes; only running shoes because are job consisted of being on the move most of the time.

"Not gonna happen small fry," Ducking his hand, I punched him lightly in the shoulder and grinned. "Now come on, we got to get you inside and to your dorm before 3 o'clock." Heaving up one of my duffle bags, I allowed Sam to take the other and followed Dean across the lawn and into the school, my eyes widening when they landed on the inside of Spencer Academy. It was huge, with wood walls and marble floors. A small light hung above every door and the lockers were large and spread out.

We followed the signs until we reached the main office and while Dean waited outside, Sam escorted me inside. I stopped in front of the secretary and flashed my most charming smile. She peered at me from under her large rimmed glasses than over at the computer. "Name?"

I smirked, "Evengeline Winchester."

The lady typed in the name, hit a few buttons than tossed a large package onto the table. It had my name printed on the front. "This is your schedule, your dorm room is on the third level and as requested it is a single and your locker is down this hall. Number 123 I believe. Your guide around the school is unavailable now however he will be coming by later tonight to show you around and make you familiar with the area before your first day on Monday."

Grabbing my stuff, I thanked her and headed back out. "What are you grinning about small fry?" was the first thing Dean asked when we stopped in front of him

He was going to hate this, possibly more than anything on the entire planet. "I have a guide that gets to show me around the school later tonight." He nodded, casting a glance at Sam as if to say 'is that it'. "It's a guy." His face changed in an instant. Dean kind of hated guys my age, he stated they only wanted one thing in life. Not that I had an issue that my guide was a guy, I could handle myself perfectly fine but getting Dean wild up was always something I thoroughly enjoyed.

"Sammy we're staying." Dean ordered.

"No way," Walking backwards to face them, I smirked. "Now that I think about it, I kind of like this place. So many boys to choose from, you guys won't be here to scare them off. I mean, I have to catch up on all the things I've missed; parties, drinking, dating, detention, oh and the biggest one of them all, sex." My brothers winced. "Oh yes, I wanna stay now."

"Evie!" Dean growled. "You better be lying small fry?" I shrugged. "Evengeline."

He was in front of me now, giving me a look that was a cross between anger and fear. He actually thought I would mess around with a guy I just met? Did I want a death wish? "It was a joke Dean," He huffed. "Oh come on, you raised me better than that." Sam patted me on the back as approval and headed up the stairs. "Dean," He met my gaze. "You know I wouldn't do something like that; boys are bad news." That was his life lesson for me, to stay away from the opposite sex. "Besides if they do anything bad, aim low or aim high."

A smirk settled onto his face. I gave him a playful grin and raced after Sam, almost sighing in relief when we reached the third level. My eyes flickered from the page to the numbers painted onto the pieces of wood dangling above the dorm rooms. 253. I stopped in front of the door and unlocked it then carefully pushed it open. My room was large with a single bed in the middle and a few dressers scattered around the edges. A large oak desk was off to the side and my bathroom door was open to give me a view of the white, marble room.

"Cool," Taking a seat on the bed, I watched as my brothers hid away my weapons; guns in the closet in a duffle bag, a knife under the pillow and a bottle of holy water in the bedside desk. My clothes where shoved into the bottom part of the closet for me to arrange later and my cell phone was placed on the bed beside me. Dean lined the windows with salt while Sam drew a devils trap around the bed. Next Dean stored the extra bag of salt in the underside of my bed. I knew the plan, if anyone was to come and pay me a visit, I would get as far away from my bed as possible since they would be trapped there and call them immediately. Of course I could do an exorcism myself but I preferred when they did it.

Once they were done, Sam and Dean came to stand before me. "So you got everything?"

"Yup,"

"All yours clothes, all your weapons?"

"Yeah,"

"Do you have the credit card I got you?"

"Yes,"

"And you have everyone's numbers?"

"Of course, they've been on my phone for the past four years,"

"Smart-ass,"

"Jerk,"

"Bitch,"

"Dick,"

"GUYS!"

Dean and I turned to Sam, who stared at us with an amused expression. "As much fun as it is watching you two bicker like a pair of infants, we have to get going."

He was right; I just didn't want them to go. They were my brothers, the only real family I had left since my Father went missing. I leaped off the bed and into the arms of Sam, my head fitting comfortably against his chest. He gave me a tight squeeze, a silent reassurance that everything would be okay. I was going to miss him and his advice.

Pulling away, he flashed me a smile and ruffled my hair. "You'll do find here Evie, besides we're only a call away."

"I know,"

Next I stepped up to Dean. He shuffled awkwardly in his spot, not knowing how to react since this was one of those 'soap opera moments' that he loved to avoid. Giving him a crooked smile, I slipped both arms around his waist and sighed. He was my big brother, the one who had taught me everything I needed to know about the big world. The one I would now be entering by myself. He patted my back than slowly gave me a real hug, one that didn't last very long but made me happy none the less. Letting go, I opened the door and motioned for them to exit. "Get going you two, you have a long drive ahead of you."

"See you Evie,"

"Bye small fry,"…"And remember, aim low or aim high."

At the last second, Sam turned to me. "You sure you got this?"

Nodding, I leaned back against the door and grinned. "I'm a Winchester. We can handle anything."

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