A/N: Hey!

This is paired with my sisfic 'Things that go Bump in the Night'

So, the other day, I was thinking that during the course of the show, every now and again, there are little flashbacks to when Sam and Dean are younger, but obviously, none of them are going to include my OC, Elena, so I thought I'd take a crack at writing some of my own!

I have ideas for about 5/6 of them, with the help of the incredible wondertogondor(Her stuff is amazing by the way, go check it out) but I'm hoping for at least 10, so if anyone's got any ideas, please! Let me know!

Each one of these will be a one-shot, and they may not necessarily be in chronological order (though I may try to put them that way) and chances are, they won't really relate to each other. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognise :( Only Elena, and a few characters that will come up later are mine :D

Please R+R! I love getting reviews, and I always find the feedback extremely useful. I'll take ideas/suggestions/what you like/dislike/criticism(constructive only please). If you don't want to leave a review, PM me if you'd rather!

Right, I'm going to shut up now haha

Peace out,

xoloveJBox

Brothers and sisters are as close as hands and feet~ Vietnamese proverb.

Dean: 10 years old.

Sam:6 years old.

Lena: 1 day old.

"Dad, I don't understand," Dean whined "Where is it coming from?"

"Dean, we've been over this a hundred times already." John sighed. He looked up at Dean, who was giving him an unimpressed, expectant glare, leaning against the doorframe.

"But why do we need it?" Dean questioned his father with raised eyebrows.

"Will you stop calling her an 'it'" John requested with an amused grin "She's a little girl, and her name's Elena."

"It's a girl?!" Dean exclaimed disgustedly "Eurgh!"

"Don't you want a little sister?" John asked with a chuckle.

Dean shrugged nonchalantly "I already got Sammy."

The two of them peered around at Sam, who was bouncing excitedly on his bed, clearly feeling the opposite of his brother's disdain over what would soon be arriving and invading into their lives.

"Sam doesn't seem to mind having a baby sister." John observed, and it was Dean's turn to laugh.

"That's because you told him he won't be the baby anymore." Dean retorted simply "but FYI Dad, he's six, so he's still kind of a baby. And, you didn't answer my question: why do we need it?"

John rolled his eyes and ignored the fact that Dean had resorted back to 'it' "Well, we don't need her." He answered, slightly gingerly, hoping not to say the wrong thing "We want her."

Dean scoffed "We do?"

"Yes." John replied firmly "We do. You know, your mother wanted you to have a baby sister."

"Yeah, but mom's not here Dad." Dean complained quietly, and John stiffened from his place on the motel room floor, attempting to put the travel crib together.

"No, but we are, and now so is Elena." John said softly, diverting his eyes a little uncomfortably "I don't know how to make you understand Dean, but I promise you; Elena will be a perfect little mixture of me and your mother. You'll love her, you'll see."

"Yeah, right." Dean muttered darkly under his breath, and John pretended not to hear him.

"Come here," he said cheerfully, beaconing over his ten year old "Why don't you help me finish putting this together, huh?"
Dean sighed but obeyed anyway, stomping over and kneeling next to his father.

A little over an hour later, Dean listened as the impala roared out of the parking lot. He slumped onto the end of his bed and grabbed the TV remote, but he realised that the now assembled baby crib was blocking his view. Dean groaned, got up, and attempted to shift it, but even when he moved it as far as the other furniture in the room would allow, the edge still obscured most of the small screen.

Stupid crib, he thought bitterly, stupid baby.

Irritated, Dean looked over and saw Sam peering wide-eyed out of the window.

"Sam, what are you doing?" Dean barked, making his little brother jump "Come away from the window."
"But De," Sam whined mercilessly "I'm looking for the baby."

"Sammy, Dad only just left to get her. He won't be back yet." Dean shook his head "Why do you even want it anyway?"

"Because Dad said I have to help you look after her." Sam replied happily "He said it's my job to teach her things, just like you teached me things."

"It's taught Sammy, I taught you things." Dean corrected, rolling his eyes. Sam, however, didn't seem to be listening anymore. He had turned his attention back to the window, so Dean decided to leave him to it. He ended up watching cartoons through the bars in the crib; though he was distracted every now and again by all the stupid baby things that now littered the motel room. Packets of diapers, boxes of wet wipes, formula, creams, toys that weren't even really toys. Dean couldn't understand why anyone, not even a baby, would want to play with half the things he saw around him. They were basically just blobs of colour. There weren't even any machine guns attached to them. He was forced to ask himself how something so small would need so many things. He couldn't remember Sammy having so much crap, and even if he did, it wouldn't have all been pink.

By the time Dean was halfway through his third episode of Tom and Jerry, Sam was jumping up and down, squealing happily and launching himself towards the front door. Dean stayed where he was as he saw his father approaching the door with a car-seat in his hand. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen his father grinning as widely as he was now, and Dean refrained from rolling his eyes again. Sam hovered around his father's heels, and while any other time, John would have shooed the boy away, he didn't seem to mind as he placed the carrier on the table.

"Dean, come over here buddy." John asked quietly. Dean saw Sammy ogling at the contents of the car-seat, and Dean had to admit, he was a little curious. He trudged over and felt his dad put a large warm hand on his shoulder as he peered inside at the bundle of pink blankets and blotchy, pudgy limbs. The baby was asleep, he mouth slightly agape, and her features screwed up like she'd smelt something bad.

"Boys," John started warmly "This is Elena Mary Winchester."

Sam immediately pushed a finger into one of her tiny fists and grinned when she gripped it tight.

"She's like the hulk!" he exclaimed, apparently surprised by the strength in Elena's minute fingers.

Dean looked up at his father, a small smile playing on his face, and John felt his heart swell as he thought that Dean had finally warmed to the idea of a sister now that he had seen her.

However, that idea was soon shattered when Dean simply proclaimed "Dad, it looks like an alien."

Dean woke up that night to the baby crying. No, not crying, he thought, screaming. He groaned and turned over, wrapping his pillow around his ears in hopes of blocking her out. But her wails still protruded through from the other room. He scrunched his eyes closed tightly, trying desperately to go back to sleep and pretend that he couldn't hear the noise she was making, but it was too hard to ignore. Sam still slept peacefully in the bed next to him, and Dean could just about make out his father's snores from the couch. Annoyed that he seemed to be the only one disturbed from his sleep, Dean threw back his covers and stomped over to where his father lay and poked him.

"Dad," he hissed irritably "the baby's crying."

John barely stirred, so Dean jabbed him again "Dad!"

When he still got no reaction from his father, Dean crossed the room, flicked on a single lamp, and looked inside the crib. Even in the dim half-light, he could see that her face was red from screeching so loud, and she kicked her little feet around in protest to being ignored.

"Shhhhh." Dean warned quietly "You'll wake up Sammy!"

Still Elena cried, and Dean looked around for something to give her, like a pacifier or bottle, but found nothing.

Jeez, he thought, how can no one else hear the stupid noises this kid is making?

Seeing nothing else he could do, Dean reached down and rubbed his palm on the baby's belly.

"Please stop crying." He pleaded, his annoyance fading as the sounds coming from Elena started to too, so he continued to talk softly to her.

"If you can't wake him up with all that crying, I don't know why you think I can." He mumbled, still running his hand over the soft pink material of her sleep-suit. After a few minutes of impatiently shushing her, Dean saw that the baby was blinking up at him, whimpering slightly before shoving a fist into her mouth and raking at her cheek with the other hand.

"Hey, don't do that," he told her, not even thinking that she didn't understand as he moved her hand away before she hurt herself with her paper-thin but razor-sharp nails.

Eventually, she stopped crying, and Dean was a little surprised that he had quietened her by himself. Before he had chance to move away, he felt his father, strong and comforting, beside him and Dean looked up at his unshaven face.
"She stopped crying." Dean told him simply, and John grinned at him.

"Of course she did." He replied "You're probably the coolest thing she's ever seen."

Dean's eyes widened with wonderment "I am?"

John couldn't suppress the laugh that burst from his chest "Yeah. You're her big brother, and she knows that you'll always be there to keep her safe."

Dean looked down at the baby again with a furrowed brow. Every move he made, her eyes followed him, and it made him chuckle slightly. He did what Sammy had done earlier that afternoon, and let her grab onto one of his fingers, and she clung to it tightly, as if he were the only thing keeping her from slipping off the planet. Still holding onto him, Dean and John watched as she slowly fell back to sleep and Dean smiled.

Maybe it-she-wasn't going to be so bad after all.