So this is the first of many chapters of the Winchesters life. Its a couple of weeks before Christmas, their Dad is on a hunt and has rented an apartment for them for the next month. Dean is 17, going on 18, Sam is 14 and Ellie is 12. Mary did die in a fire in the nursery, but it was on Ellie's 6 month birthday.

Oh and I'm probably going to change the name of the story, so if you want, leave a suggestion of what to rename it as a review :)

The sky turned a deeper shade of blue. Ellie moved closer to her oldest brother, Dean.

"Come here" he said as he picked her up onto his knee. He knew she loved this, ever since she was a baby, when she was crying he would pick her up and hold her in his arms. She was 12 now, and although she felt she was too old to be sitting on his knee, he always held a certain level of comfort, something that no matter how old she got, she still enjoyed and even needed at times.

Warm tears slowly trickled down her face. Dean knew from past experiences how badly thunderstorms affected her, but all he could do was sit there, holding her. He would do anything to stop the storm, stop his baby sister's tears.

"Dean?" He heard a tiny voice say, breaking him from his thoughts.

"What's up, El?" He responded.

"Where's Sammy?" Shit. He'd forgotten about Sam, all the stuff his Dad taught him and he was still making rookie mistakes, he was going to pay one day! His eyes frantically darted around the room, looking for his pain in the ass, little brother.

"Over here Ellie, just working on some stuff for school" Dean breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Sam's voice coming from behind the massive chair. He should have realised. They had been living here for the past 3 weeks, and the only time Sam spent away from that chair was when he had to pee or go to school.

"Dude, it's almost Christmas, lighten up!

"Come on man, when do we ever do anything special for Christmas?" Sam complained. "I mean, look at Ellie, she's 12 years old and never once had a proper Christmas"

"Hey, Dad tries. We might not get tons of presents and sit down like a proper family for dinner but he does his best." He said, while standing up into a defensive stance. Sam took this as a challenge.

"And how long is he going to be gone this time? Is he going to be back for Christmas? Or is this just going to be another year of disappointment?"

"Not now Sammy" Dean warned.

"Yeah? Or what?"

"Sam, drop it. That's an order!" He added.

"You're not Dad. You can't order me around!"

"Sammy, Dean, stop. Please." They both turned around and looked down at their baby sister, tears streaming down her face, practically begging them to stop fighting. Dean had never seen her this upset before, especially not because of a silly fight between himself and Sammy.

"Ellie, what's wrong?" He asked, with concern in his voice.

"I just don't want you two fighting" She responded, breaking eye contact with him. He shot Sam a look as if to say "Something's wrong" but Sam had already caught on.

"I'm sorry El, it's getting late, how about you get yourself to bed?" Sam offered. Dean took this as a hint to leave them alone in their room for a while, so Sam could talk to her, and find out what was wrong.

Ellie agreed, and walked with Sam to their room. He waited outside for her to get changed, then once she said it was okay, walked in and sat next to her on her bed.

"Now, are you going to tell me what's really wrong?" Sam didn't miss the fear in her eyes.

"I told you, I don't like you fighting"

"Ellie, you're my sister, I've grown up with you. Yeah you annoy the hell out of me sometimes, but I think I know you pretty damn well enough to know when you're lying!" She dropped her head.

"Ok, fine. There are these 2 girls at school, Emily and Laura. They keep making fun of me because I don't have the latest phone, or tons of nice clothes. But please, don't say anything to Dean"

"El, these girls. They're not hurting you are they?"

"No! No, really Sammy. They're just saying stuff, it's nothing. Please, just forget about it"

"Okay, I'll let it go, for now. But if it gets any worse, you have to tell me, okay?"

"Okay"

Sam got comfy on her bed, leaning against the headboard so she could rest her head on his chest and go to sleep. She felt her head move up and down with each breath he took, while he was slowly stroking her hair. She felt safe here, like nothing in the world could hurt her, because she had her big brothers looking after her.

Dean, after waiting for half an hour, started to worry; he hadn't heard anything for the past 10 minutes. He walked into the room to find Ellie and Sam, sound asleep, Sam's arms instinctively wrapped round Ellie's shoulder. A loving smile spread across his face upon seeing his brother and sister like this, part of him was jealous though, it should have been him there, making sure she was okay.