Title: Little Brothers
Summary: AU. Mary and John had three kids. A daughter at least 5 years before Dean. Mary's death hits Holly hard but when she meets up with her brothers years after, and she joins them for the hunt for their father she becomes a Hunter that Dean and Sam never thought she could be.
Disclaimer: I do not own John, Mary, Sam or Dean (would seriously love to own Sam and Dean though…swoon)
A/n: This is not Canon at all, apart from the fire. It's my first fic in a long time.
2ndA/n: NO FLAMES! Not accepted. Corrections & Reviews Welcome. Thank-you VGxx
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Chapter oneJanuary 24th 1979
"Holly! Come on downstairs! You're new baby brother's here!" 5-year-old Holly Winchester was downstairs in record time. Her father, John, had told her she would have to be a responsible big girl now that she had a little brother. She let her father lift her into his arms and she gazed down into the big blue eyes of her new baby brother. He looked back up at her, eyes filled with wonder.
"He's beautiful." She said as her father set her down on the couch and then rested her brother in her lap, "what's his name?"
"Dean." Mary said, settling back in her chair, so she could relax. Holly looked back down at the baby and smiled softly. Dean was perfect.
"Dean. De for short?" Holly said looking up.
"That's right Doll. De for short." Holly had been given the name 'Doll' because that's all she could say when she was 2. She couldn't say 'Holly' she called herself 'Doll' and it had stuck. John looked at Dean and Holly sitting together on the couch. Somehow he knew that Holly and Dean would get along just fine.
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Three Years Later
"Doll…" Holly hazel eyes snapped to her baby brother. Dean was standing, somewhat wobbly, on his still slightly chubby legs, arms out stretched to her, eyes fixed on.
"What is it De?" She asked standing up herself, Holly, now 8, knew that when Dean said her name she had to give him her undivided attention or she'd risk suffering a 'Dean Tantrum' and they weren't something to be experienced. Dean smiled toothily at her and walked up to her holding his arms now straight up at her.
"Up." He said. Holly sighed her parents kept saying that she shouldn't carry Dean, he has to learn how to walk, but who could possible refuse his perfectly almost green eyes? Holly placed her hands under his arms and lifted Dean giggled delighted and clamped his legs around her waist. She looked at him and said quietly.
"You know Daddy's not going to like this." She said, Dean smiled at her again, not quiet understanding, and laid his head on her shoulder. Holly could hear her mother talking on the phone but she hadn't heard it ring, she walked slowly towards the kitchen door and stood silently, with Dean falling asleep on her shoulder.
"I don't know what else to do with her John…no I understand he'll be upset…oh all right…we'll talk to her tonight about it. Dean's not going to be happy, we'll have to suffer one of Dean's Tantrums. Ok…love you too…bye." She hung up so Mary had called John, what could they possibly be doing? Holly would have to wait to find out. Holly slowly pushed open the kitchen door. Dean still in her arms, but by now fast asleep. Holly looked at her mother, who was leaning on the kitchen bench; Holly could tell she was crying. But deciding against waking her baby brother, Holly excited the kitchen and slowly climbed the stairs. When she reached the room she had to share with Dean she placed him on her bed and let him snuggle into her pillows.
Dean squealed as Holly grabbed him around the middle and lifted him up. She spun around and then collapsed onto the grass. Dean, Holly and Mary had gone across to the park and Holly and Dean had been playing chase. Mary watched the spectacle with amusement. It seemed to her Dean would miss days like this. But he'd have to grow up. He'd have to learn how to be a man like his father. Mary hated to do this to her children but it was the only way Dean would learn – being a big sister made Holy protective of him. She'd tell him there weren't monsters under her bed and he'd snuggle in with her. She'd let him jump on her in the morning and wake her up, when she had an alarm that went off three hours later. She'd cheat herself out of sleep just to be with Dean. Sighing Mary got up.
"Time to go home kids!" She called out, Holly and Dean got to their feet and followed her out. This was one time when Dean didn't get carried unless his mother picked him up. When she didn't he asked Holly too, relenting to his eyes again she lifted him up and he rested once more on her shoulder.
That night at dinner it was a totally different story. Mary and John were unusually silent and Holly wanted to know why. She tried to make a drawn out conversation but her father only defeated her with small talk.
"I heard you and Mom on the phone today Dad. What did you want to talk to me about?" She asked. Dean looked up, he knew that if his parents were going to talk to Holly, they didn't want him to hear but maybe they'd forget he was there. They sometimes did that too.
"Well Doll, honey. Your father and I want you to go to a special school. Where you can still come home every so often but you can also say there and mix with girls and boys your age." Mary said.
"I don't want to though. I like my school now. I'll move away from all my friends! What about Dean? What do you think he'll say when he realizes I'm not here?" That caught Dean's attention.
"Honey, Dean's 3. He won't notice while he's at Kindergarten. He'll be fine and so will you." Mary said. Holly got up from the table and ran upstairs, Dean wanted to follow her, but he knew he'd get told off. When Dean was put to bed, Holly wasn't facing him. He waited until his mother had left before he got up and padded quietly to Holly's bed. He pushed lightly on her shoulder, she rolled over slowly. She saw him and smiled softly.
"Hey De. You're gonna miss me huh? You make sure if you get a baby brother – you look after him yeah? You take good care of that kid. You understand me?" Dean nodded, "he's gonna need you. Then when I come home I'll need to take care of both of you again."
"I'll still need to be looked after?" Dean said, quietly.
"You're still gonna be my baby brother De. Of course you will!" Holly said. She shifted back on her bed a bit, and Dean curled up next to her.
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One Year Later – 2nd November 1983 (Sam 6-months)
"Come on, let's say good night to your brother." Mary set Dean down and turned on the light in Baby Sam's nursery. Dean went to the cot stood up on the box set there so he could lean over the cot's edge. Sam gurgled a bit at the sight of his brother's face.
"Night Sam." He said as he kissed his brother forehead.
"Good night love." Mary whispered kissing Sam also.
"Hey Dean," The 4-year-old turned and smiled.
"Daddy!" He said as he ran across the room to his father who scooped him up.
"Hey buddy, what do you reckon you think Sammy's ready to toss around the football?" Dean giggled shaking his head.
"No Daddy." He laughed.
"No."
"You got him?" Mary said as she passed him.
"I got him," John replied, he let Dean snuggled into his shoulder and as he reached out to turn the light off he looked over at the cot.
"Sweet dreams Sam." John said. He tucked Dean into bed said goodnight and then he went downstairs, he told Mary he'd be up soon, but he never got there. The next thing John knew Mary had screamed. He ran up the stairs to see what was wrong. Throwing Sam's door open he couldn't see her. He noticed Sam was still awake. He walked over to the crib.
"Hey Sammy. You okay?" The baby of course didn't reply, but something dripped onto Sam's blanket, John reached out to see exactly what is was when three more drops fell landing on the back of his hand. He looked up. He tripped when he realized he was staring at his wife, pinned to the ceiling above Sam's crib.
"No! Mary!" He cried, suddenly and without warning Mary burst into flames, John tried to shield himself from them, he could hear Sam start to cry and he stood ignoring the heat and the risk of catching fire himself he grabbed Sam. John went into the hall with the intent of waking his eldest but his mother's scream and father's shouts of her name must have woken the four-year-old.
"Daddy!" John pressed Sam in Dean's arms.
"Take your brother outside as fast as you can. Don't look back. Now, Dean! Go!" Dean turned and ran away from his father but he ducked back into his room and grabbed two photos. One was of him and Holly when he was 2 the other was of all five of the family members. Holly had been sent home briefly to meet Sam and she'd been given a present to give her mother, her home-stay parents told her that the gift was from the whole family. It was the blanket that Sam was wrapped in now, Dean stood out of the front grass after sprinting down the stairs. Sam still held tightly in his arms. He stared up at where Sam's nursery window was; he knew what the orange glow was. His brother's nursery was on fire. Dean had only stopped once he was outside the house on the front lawn, he suddenly wished Holly was still at home – she'd comfort both of them. She was at school though. She wouldn't be home for a long time. John was out of the front door and he scooped up Dean, making Dean's hold on Sam tighten. They sat on the bonnet of John's 1967 Chevrolet Impala, John took Sam from and his son sat beside him. John had called 911 and the fire department were now on their way.
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7 years later (Dean is 11)
"Dean?" Dean looked up at Sam, Sam was doing some spelling homework and Dean was writing to Holly. Dean eyed his brother carefully.
"Yeah Sammy?"
"The photo beside your bed, the one of you and that girl?" Dean nodded, the photo of him and Holly, "who is the girl?" Sam asked. Dean swallowed dryly.
"Uh, that's a cousin of ours Sammy. She lives in Australia. So we don't see her much. Her name's Holly. I'm writing to her now. You want me to tell her you say hi?" Sam nodded. Dean set about telling Holly that Sam said hello and that even though he didn't know her, he did love her very much that same way Dean did. John opened the door and Dean slid off his chair.
"Hey Dad. Time for some more practice?" Dean had been taught how to shoot, but John insisted on him to keep practicing. Only when his father was there though. John nodded.
"Yeah time for some more practice. Let's go." John led Dean out the back of the cabin. Sam waited until the back door banged shut and he pulled the sheet of paper towards him. And began to read. He Stared down at Dean's 11-year-old handwriting and tried to understand as much as he could.
Dear Holly,
I know I haven't written in a while, hopefully when Dad' starts to take me out on hunts in a few years Sam will be the one writing to you. I wish he knew you, and all about what happened when Mom died – but I guess he'll never really understand. I mean you and I had heaps of fun together. I can remember snuggling in next to you in bed when I had nightmares as a kid! It's weird but now it's me being the big brother to Sam. You were right. I do have to look out for him. I guess if you were here you wouldn't have left the motel room while Sam was asleep and let the Shritga attack him would you? I didn't think so.
Sam says hi by the way. I didn't tell him who you really were; I said you were a cousin form Australia. I can't believe I lied to him. I hate myself for it already! Holly – Sam loves you I know he does, even though he doesn't really know you. How's life for you at the moment anyway? Anything interesting happening? I guess you never can tell me much, cause our friends like to ask who you keep writing letters to don't they?
Dad and I keep practicing my shooting. I keep hitting a bullseye one every bottle! You'd be so proud of me. I know you are even though you can't say it I know you are. I've enclosed a phot of me, Dad and Sam with the Impala – Dad says it'll be mine when I learn to drive. We might be driving into your town soon – keep a look out for us. You're still in Vineland right?
Write back ASAP
Love Dean, Sammy and Dad.
"Sam? What are you doing? Why did you read that?" Dean and Dad had returned. Dean looked furious, he snatched the paper back and quickly folded it, and he slipped into his pocket and ran to his room. Sam listened as his brother slammed the bedroom door. Sam went back to his spelling homework. He'd hurt his brother's feelings. He'd made Dean upset. Sam hated feeling responsible for that.
Over the next ten years Sam made sure that Dean knew he never meant to hurt his feelings, and when Dean got the Impala, Sam even washed it for him, every other weekend. When dean caught on to Sam's apologetic attitude he told him to stop and forget it, Dean had.
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First SPN fic in a long time, that's the first chapter second chapter will be up soon. Look out for it. Hugs from Dean and Sam to ALL reviews! VGxx
