Summary: Even a Winchester can learn to love. When Dean returns from Hell, he, Sam and Bobby find the middle Winchester before finding what brought Dean back. Erin Winchester doesn't expect to fall for an angel of the Lord. PLEASE R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I don't own some of the script used either, that belongs to Kripke, but it is necessary to carry on the plot.

A/N: A sister!fic which is going to be set from 4x01 onwards. HOPE YOU ENJOY! xxxxxxxxxx

Who I Really Am

-ONE-

She never thought she'd see him again. He'd died, she'd stood and watched him, yet here he was stood in her motel room.

"Erin…please…" Dean whispered as his sister backed into a wall, pressing herself against it and shaking her head.

He noticed how much like Sam she was, her brown hair tied over one shoulder, big brown eyes full of tears. She had Mary's nose, Dean's lips, and Sam's eyes, as well as both of her brother's natures. She shook her head as she stared at the thing pretending to be her brother.

"Please, Erin!" Dean begged, "It's me…Sammy would you help me out?"

"Erin," Sam began, taking his sister by the arms, "Calm down…it's Dean. It is Dean I promise…"

Erin collapsed into her brother's arms and sobs wracked her body as she gripped his shirt tightly. Dean moved closer to his sister and put a hand on her back.

"I promise, it's me…" He whispered, Erin looking at him with a tearful smile before burying her face in his neck.

Bobby tried to blink his tears away but one escaped his eyes as he watched the reunion.

"Oh my God," Erin cried, her sweet voice music to everyone's ears, "How…?"

"I don't know," Dean replied, "Come back with us, huh? We're gonna find out."

"I've missed you," Erin whispered, voice trembling with emotion as she held her brother.

"I've missed you too." Dean said softly, not bothered about looking and sounding like a soft touch.

He always had been a soft touch with Erin. It couldn't be helped. When they were kids and the three year old wanted to help with Sam, Dean let her hold the bottle, nothing major since the little guy was tiny.

Twenty-Four Years Ago

"Deany! I wants to hold the bockle!" Erin cried as she sat by her baby brother on the bed, "Let me feed Sammy, pweasies! I'll be ever so careful, Deany! I pwomise!"

Dean sighed and took the bottle, checking it for the temperature before he hurried over to the bed in their dingy motel room. Yes, John was leaving Dean in charge of a baby and toddler at five years old. Let's just say that his parenting wasn't priority at this point. Dean climbed on the bed and sat near the pillows, picking up Sam (who, to Dean, was quite heavy) and cradling him as close as possible before beckoning Erin over. The little girl sat beside him and Dean put the bottle in Sam's mouth, just like his dad had shown him. Sam began to drink and Erin put her hands on the bottle.

"You gotta be careful!" Dean exclaimed when it slipped and a little bit splashed Sam, "Here…"

Erin put her hands back on the bottle and Dean put them in the right place, letting her feed her brother.

"I wuv you, Sammy!" She cried happily, "And I wuv you, Deany!"

"Love you, Erin." Dean replied, "Sammy does too."

Sam gurgled when he'd finished and Erin pulled the bottle away, letting Dean heave the baby up to burp him.

Present Day

Pamela's eyes had been burned out of her head, and both Erin and Sam waited as Dean and Bobby went to summon whoever or whatever it was that had dragged Dean out of Hell.

Both siblings looked at one another, older to younger, middle to youngest, Erin to Sam.

"What are we heading for here?" Erin asked, looking across at Sam.

"I don't know." Sam replied, "But whatever it is, I don't like it."

-TBC-

There'll probably be more flashbacks throughout the chapters. Hope you enjoy this fic, 'cause I'm gonna like writing it! COMMENTS ARE LURVED! xxxxxxxxxx