A/N: This story will jump around a little, but I`ll always tell you what their ages are so it doesn`t get confusing (the underlined names and numbers at the beginning are their ages). Most of it will be in third person, but I might include diary entries, which would have to be in first person. This is a sisterfic. I don`t know how other people feel about them, but I personally love them so I`m writing one. Hope you enjoy the story!
Dean 12, Sam 8, Matilda 0
John had just finished explaining to the boys that they had a baby sister, and that her mother couldn`t take care of her. Dean barely spoke during the phone call. He didn`t want his dad to get mad, but he was definitely not happy about this. Sam, on the other hand, was too young to know or care where the baby came from, and he didn`t realize that they would be stuck with her everytime dad hunted. And now that Dean was so much older than he had been when Sam was a baby, he was sure he would have even more responibility for this kid. If that was possible.
"They`re home!" Sam exclaimed, sitting at the window.
"Don`t touch the salt, Sam. Dad will see it," Dean warned glumly. He hadn`t moved from his seat at the end of the bed since the phone call with their dad.
Dad walked in barely able to balance the little baby in his arms with all of the bags of stuff and the playpen. It looked used and smelled like smoke.
'Another thing to stink up the car,' Dean thought coldly.
"Dean, help out!" John barked when he saw his eldest sitting there watching him struggle. At his loud words the baby started to scream. "Ugh," he growled, "Sam, take her. Just lay her on the bed, don`t let her roll off."
Dean grabbed some bags from his dad and avoided even looking at the baby. He told himself he didn`t want to see her, but still it took every once of self control not to look. Sam struggled to hold her properly and get her to the bed while John dug out a bottle and formula.
An hour and a half later John had fed her, changed her twice, burped her, rocked her, he even tried singing, though very badly.
"Dean," John said, clearly loosing his last bit of patience, "Just take her, I`m going out for a little bit."
"Yes sir," Dean said. He reluctantly went and took the baby girl. But as soon as she was settled into his arms the screaming stopped. He looked at her for the first time and she looked back with big, blue-gray, curious eyes. Even when John slammed the door on his way out, she didn`t cry. Dean refused to let himself smile, but when she started flailing her arms and legs randomly and giggled, he instantly loved her just like he loved Sammy.
Sam came and looked over his shoulder at the baby. "Hey, you`re not too bad when you stop all that screaming," he said, smiling at his sister. He reached for her hand and she held his finger with much more strength than he thought she could possibly have. "Dean, why didn`t dad tell us her name?"
Dean snorted. "He probably hasn`t even realized that she needs one yet."
Sam thought about it for a moment and then dug a book out of his bag. He looked at the title. "We should name her Matilda," he said with a smile.
Dean knew how much Sam loved that book lately. Since he`d begged Dean to let him buy it he must`ve read it ten times, even though he was only eight. Dean liked the idea of naming her after something that made Sam so happy. He pitched to idea to their father when he got home. He was too drunk to care, but he agreed.
Dean 16, Sam 12, Matilda 4
Dean had just recently figured out that having a little sister who adored him was a great way to get every girl the room to flock around him. And he got to take Matilda out places, which she always loved. So it was a win-win.
"Hey Teddy Bear, where are we going?" Matilda asked as she skipped along. Dean laughed at the nickname, though he hoped she wouldn`t use it around any guys from school. He wasn`t sure why, but she`d always called him that. Actually, she wasn`t sure if she`d ever even said his real name.
Teddy Bear had been her first word. But when he tried to give her one, she would just throw it and keep demanding Teddy Bear until he picked her up and played with her. Sam`s name had taken her a long time to learn, but Dean enjoyed it. First she would say Pam, then Cam, Tam... Dean made fun of Sam constantly for these names, and if Sam ever hit him for it, Matilda would say in her most adorable whiney voice, "Pammy, don`t hurt Teddy Bear!"
"Bowling," he answered, adding extra excitement to her voice.
Matilda smiled broadly, "I`m gonna kick your butt!"
"Oh, we`ll see!" Dean said.
"Where`s Tammy?"
Dean chuckled. "Doing homework. He just knows you`ll beat him, so he chickened out."
"Oh," Matilda said, sounding like he had just told her something very serious.
When they got to the bowling alley Dean almost immediately had two girls his age hanging on him. And everytime he talked to Matilda, they seemed to eat it up. Until Matilda started asking question after question. The teenagers brushed off the first few, but eventually the girls decided they had to get home.
"Why do girls always touch you and stuff?" "How come Tammy never gets to come?" "Are they your wives?" "Why do you kiss big girls different than me?" "Why don`t we ever go places with your boy friends?" "Why do you drop me back with Tammy so you can have pr-pr-privcy?"
As soon as they got back to the motel, she launched all of these questions on Sam, who just laughed at a very frustrated and embarrassed Dean.
"I`m going to bed," Dean said in his newly deep voice. Sam just chuckled, but Matilda flew into his arms so fast that he was almost thrown off-balance.
"Night-night Teddy Bear! I love you!" she said in a sing-song voice.
"Love you too kid," Dean hugged her. He was much more comfortable showing affection to a girl who was so much younger than him than he ever was with Sam.
Dean went to bed and Matilda grabbed the book she was named after and jumped onto Sam`s bed. He rolled his eyes. The only word she knew was her own name, and she always asked what every word was. He played along for a little bit, but he was twelve and moody.
Finally he sighed and said, "You can`t read Matilda." As soon as he said it he knew his tone had been a little mean and sharp.
Her lip quivered and she was crying before he could say a word to comfort her. She climbed into bed with Dean and slid under the covers. He pulled her into a hug. Once Sam turned out the lights and went to bed, she heard Dean sleepily whisper to her, "Don`t worry, he`s just grumpy." "He`s mad at me." "No he`s not." She answered with a sniffle and hugged him around the neck. It seemed like it was within seconds that she was asleep.
