Raised by Winchesters
Chapter 1 – All I Was Told
Dean's POV
I flop on the couch only having just managed to wrestle a two year old Sam to bed. The run down hotel creaks as I flicked the TV on. Dad is out getting something. I know he isn't hunting because he left most of his weapons with me, just in case something came to bother us.
The sky outside is dark and I can hear the thud of rain on the roof. The sound of a steady drip comes from the small kitchenette, as I turn over on the lumpy couch to sleep. Just as I start to drift off the sound of a car driving past startles me. I rush to the window, just a little bit hopeful.
It's not the Impala. I have no idea where my dad is and Sam is starting to become a handful. Sighing I resume my position on the couch. I start to think of my mum and how this never would happen if she was still here.
Images' swirling in my head of mum and a distinct warm feeling helps me to drift off, despite the uncomfortable bed substitute. The sound of heavy footsteps coming towards the door, force me to sit bolt upright. Grabbing the gun from the tiny table I creep silently to the door. The sound of metal hitting metal and the scrape of the door opening put me on edge. Someone's got the key. How did they get the key?
Looking down the barrel of the gun I see a rain drenched figure holding a bundle. As he steps into the light I recognise the man as my dad.
"Cresto," I say, just to be sure.
"Good boy, Dean. You always have to be cautious even if it is me," Dad replies dismisively.
"What's that dad?" I ask eagerly, dropping the gun back onto the table.
He stoops down and gently places the bundle in my arms. "Her name is Kate and she's your sister."
I look down at the face of my sister, sleeping soundly in my arms. Her little tufts of hair are blonde like mine.
"You treat her well Dean. You look after her like you look after Sammy," and with that he leaves to go sleep.
And that's all I was told.