Are You REALLY A Winchester?
I'd been hoping the brothers would be home by now. I was going stir-crazy in the bunker and they were already two days late. I picked up my phone and hit "Sammy."
"Hope, you ok?" he said, picking up on the first ring.
"I would be if you guys would get home already!" I snapped back at him.
"I know, I know – we should be home soon."
"Okay - "Winchester soon" or Regular-Life People soon?" (I preferred Regular-Life People" everything, compared to what I usually got.)
I could hear Dean in the background telling me to stop whining and him telling Dean to shut up.
I really wasn't whining. It had been, like, two weeks. They know I need to go to the mall on the weekends. They were so freaking selfish sometimes! Plus, it was scary here alone.
"Saaammmm.."
"Half an hour, tops, ok? You okay, Little?"
"No, I'm not okay. First, I miss you guys. Second, I miss the mall and I need my nails done and third – it's freaking scary here without you, and I have nobody to watch Netflix with. I keep hearing things at night, then I'm awake with the lights on. Can you just hurry home? Please?"
"I promise we'll be home soon and get you out for awhile ok? Have you slept much at all? You're on speaker now, by the way…"
"I just leave the night light on all the time, but that's a drag, too," I answered.
I heard Dean laugh. "Night light? You're fifteen! Are you even a Winchester?"
"Just because I'm not like you doesn't make me less. You're such a meanie, Dean! I don't care if I'm not like every other Winchester. I like make up and doing my hair and reading magazines. It's what I'm supposed to do!"
Dean sighed. "Hope, I was just yanking you. I know you're a real Winchester and I wouldn't change a hair on your pink colored head."
"Good, because I don't wanna be like you guys. Just come home soon ok? Sammy can you turn off speaker?"
I heard a click sound.
"You're off. What's up?"
"Well… could you just make a lot of noise when you come in so I don't freak out? I mean, just in case I'm way back in my room? And can I move my room? Oh yeah, and I saw this shirt online…"
"Honey, okay, I get it. We can talk when we get back in, like, twenty minutes, okay? Just chill and we will see you soon. Love you, Little," Sammy's voice soothed me from the other end. "Dean says he loves you, too."
"Yeah, okay, just hurry up. And promise you won't go away again for awhile. I hate being here alone more than I do going with you," I complained.
"See you soon, Hope. Your room better be clean," he warned.
"Ugh – slave driver! Bring me a treat, okay?" I asked.
"I'm hanging up now," Sammy said patiently. Then he did, just like he always did what he said he would do.
I went to do what I could with my room, thinking along the way how different I was from my brothers. No wonder Dean jokingly wondered if I was really a Winchester. I just wanted to shop and have fun – no matter how much they tried to get me to at least research, I wouldn't do it. I loathed the hunting life – I was a girl and I didn't wanna be forced into anything! Hunting was not fun, and it took my brothers away from me all the time. It always felt like strangers were more important than I was.
"HOPE, we're home!" Dean's voice boomed extra loud. Finally! I ran down the hall in my pink fuzzies and threw myself at them both.