Hey guys! So, my last sister fic didn't turn out very well, but I'm gonna try again with a different person as their sister.
Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke, and I'm like at least 5% sure I'm not him.
November 20th, 1983
John Winchester was tired. No, that was an understatement, he was exhausted. He had just finished his first salt and burn case while Dean watched over Sammy, which some small part of him knew that it was wrong to make a four year old watch over a baby, but he just wanted to find the thing that killed Mary, and kill every damn monster in between so that no family would be torn apart like his.
Dean was waiting at the door when John finally trudged back to the motel room. He said nothing, but he made John sit down and take his shoes off. Dean never spoke anymore, and it broke John's heart, but what could he do?
John was tucking Dean into bed when there was a faint knock at the door, and a muffled cough. He walked over and carefully opened the door a few inches to glance around. At first he saw nothing, but another cough made him look down and there he saw a little girl, about Dean's age and shivering violently. Her shirt was much too long and covered her knees, her hair was matted and grimy, and she had what looked like caked blood on her face.
"Hey kid, whatcha doin' here?" John asked, a little gruff from not having spoken all day.
"A-Are you J-John Wi-Winchest-ter?" She stuttered, coughing violently into her hand. When she pulled it away there was a small pool of blood. She looked down at it like it was somebody else's and she didn't quite believe it was real.
"Yeah, hey come on in, we'll get you cleaned up. Where are your parents?" He mumbled, opening the door further and stepping aside.
"I-I dunno, I th-think Heaven." She shrugged, stepping through the doorway. She coughed and wheezed a few times before seeming to collect herself.
"Dean. I need you to get the first aid kit, kid, what's your name?" John demanded, a little more quietly than if he were only talking to Dean as the small girl seemed very shaken.
"'m Meridan Leila Jackson. I like my second name bestest." She said quietly, wiping her face with her jacket sleeve. Dean ran up with the box and a damp towel, leading Leila to a chair before wiping her face carefully. Sam chose exactly that moment to wake up and start crying, which made Leila jump violently.
"Sorry Leila, Sammy needs something. Daddy can you go help Sammy? I wanna help Leila." Dean pleaded quietly, shocking John back into the present.
"Y-Yeah, thanks Dean." John blinked.
"Hi Dean." Leila whispered, staring straight into Dean's face unblinkingly.
"Hi." Dean mumbled, continuing to clean her of the blood. Once that was done, Dean ran to his bag and pulled out a clean shirt and pants and handed them to her.
"Th-thank you Dean." She smiled. Dean pointed to the bathroom as he started to dig around in the kit for a thermometer.
Four hours and a hospital trip later they were all back in the motel room, and Leila was well on her way to becoming a Winchester as Bobby was working on forging some paperwork.
"So tell me Leila, how did you know how to find me?" John finally asked.
"The Angels told me." She said Matter-Of-Factly.
"Angels, huh?" John scoffed. He didn't believe in Angels, if they existed then Mary wouldn't have roasted on the ceiling and his boys would still have a mother. Leila would have parents still too, for that matter, and Bobby's wife wouldn't have been possessed.
"Mhm, they said you were gonna be a great monster hunter, an Sam an Dean are super duper important." She nodded, pulling Dean's sneakers off her tiny feet.
"Alright then, how about you get some sleep okay? We're going to Uncle Bobby's in the morning and it's a long drive." John reminded her.
"Ok, goodnight Mr. Winchester." She yawned, turning over and pulling the thin blanket over her.