This is short story I had to write at school. It is an AU of SPN where Sam and Dean have a sister who takes care of them when Bobby and John are hunting. I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters except for my OC, Lucy. Hope you enjoy!
"Sam!" I called, what is that boy doing? I've called his name five times already!
"Sam, get down here now!" I shouted again louder. I heard some shuffling, a bang and then a door opened. My guess is he still hadn't woken up and just fell out of bed.
"What?!" I heard a gruff, annoyed voice yell from the top of the stairs. Yep, I was right. Just gotten out of bed. He comes stomping down the stairs in a pair of pyjama pants. When Sam saw what I was making, his mood suddenly shifted to delight.
"Oh Lucy, you are a legend!" He smiles at me as I started making the pancake batter.
"Where is Dean? Isn't he usually up before you?" I was really confused. Had he even come home yesterday?
"I haven't seen him since yeterday morning when you dropped us at school." He said matter of fact. Huh? He never stays away from home this long. I asked Sam to help me with the pancakes as I peeled the onions for the sausages. I hate peeling onions!
"Are you crying?" Sam asked, perplexed. He's never seen me cry before.
"No, peeling onions make me cry." I responded. Wow Lucy, such perfect timing you have.
"Hey Sam, I think you should try and call Dean. He hasn't left me any messages." I asked.
"He was your brother first, Luce." He smiles at me smugly while flipping the pancakes. He was right, he was my brother first.
"Yeah, well I'm the oldest so what I say, goes!" I responded sternly. Sam just rolled his eyes. 10 minutes later, we finished making breakfast.
"Well we can't start eating yet, Dean isn't home." Sam says quite sadly, the reason being he can't eat the awesome food we just made. So we waited for Dean to come home while we made sure the food stayed warm. A few minutes later we heard a familiar engine come up the gravel driveway. It belonged to a 1967 Chevy Impala. Deans car. Well our fathers first, but then Deans.
"Dean!" Sam and I say in unison. The engine shuts off and steps are heard on the porch. The door opens quietly and I can hear Dean trying to sneak into the house. As soon as he hits the kitchen, he freezes like a deer caught in headlights.
"And where have you been Mister!" I say as I put on my Mum voice and attitude. I can hear Sam cracking up in the bakground. Dean glared at his younger brother and looked at me innocently.
"I... I was at a friends house... studying?" He stutters and questions his own lie. All I do is roll my eyes at him.
"So can I still have breakfast?" He questions, looking like someone just took his puppy away. The only response he gets is Mine and Sam's laughter.
"Of course you can still have breakfast, dummy!" I say while still laughing. "But don't epect me to believe that studying story of yours! I mean we all know what you were actually studying." I wink at him. He and Sam burst out into laughter. "Come on you two, breakfasts gettin' cold." After that we all sat down and ate our breakfast.