So... this is my first story on here! I have read a few Winchester sibling fics and my favorites are always the ones with a little sister! A lot of them that I read contained spanking also, as a form of discipline. Let me know if you think I should add spanking in later chapters of Elena! Please review and let me know what you think of this, and any ideas you might have! :)
"Lena, put the coffee on." said Dean, as he turned over in his bed. I was already sitting up in mine, but didn't feel like moving at all. He glanced at me again and rolled his eyes.
"Please?" he added, with an ever fake tone of sincerity.
I sighed and matched his eye roll. I stood up and started walking past Dean's bed and into the kitchen.
"Rough night last night?" I asked him, sarcastically, while throwing a pillow at his head.
He immediately picked it up and threw it back at me, luckily I ducked.
"Sorry your night was so bad getting wasted in a bar to solve your "case". Too bad I was locked in a shitty motel room and couldn't be there to help." I said, spitefully, yet still putting the coffee on for him.
"We were on a case last night, Lena. Although Dean didn't have to get so drunk…. or hook up with that girl." said Sam, walking into the motel room and shutting the door.
Dean, totally ignoring what Sam just said, glanced up at me from his pillow.
"You watch your mouth." he said, although at his current state, he wasn't much of a threat.
I rolled my eyes again as I glanced at the clock. 7:06.
"I could've helped you guys last night. You don't like it but you know I could've." I said, pouring him a cup of steaming coffee. "Drop it, Elena. I'm not having this conversation at seven in the morning." said Dean.
Sam huffed behind us and took out his laptop. He sat down at the tiny kitchen table and started drinking a fruit smoothie, which i assume he picked up when he woke at such an ungodly hour.
"You don't ever wanna have this conversation." I snapped, while handing him his cup of coffee.
I saw the stern, annoyed face he gave me, which was not uncommon for Dean, especially in the morning. Dean and I never understand how we are related to Sammy sometimes with how much of a morning person he is. I walked around the beds and into the bathroom and made it a point to slam the door.
Dean and Sam let me help them on hunts, but there are times when they refuse. They know I'm very capable, and I'm better than half of the men hunters out there. I was warned when I first started hunting with them that if I ever argued with them about which hunt I was allowed on or if I disobeyed them and hunted on any case without them, they would send me to live with Bobby or Jody. I know they're serious about it, so I've never really given them too much crap about it. But I'm seventeen now and they still act like I can't do much. They really don't like me messing with witches of any sort. And last night, they were hunting down a witch at a local bar in town. We're in Lancaster, PA, currently, and from what I knew about Lancaster, I thought it was the home of the holy and the amish. Apparently, I was wrong.
I threw my hair up into a bun and hopped in the shower. I washed my body and stood there for a few minutes as the cool water fell on my body. It's always so sticky and dusty in these motels. I needed a minute anyway to relax. The day has barely started and I'm already annoyed.
When I exited the bathroom, now changed into actual clothes, Dean was still in bed. He downed the last of the coffee I made him and pushed the covers off of him.
"You gonna stay in bed all day, or you gonna help me research?" asked Sammy.
"We found the prints yesterday, we just need to track them today. What's there to research?" Dean asked, gruffly.
"Yeah we can find it but we don't know what it is still. There's obviously a witch, but she's not working alone." he said.
"Too bad you won't let me help you guys. I'm a great researcher, right Sammy?" I said smirking at him.
"Elena…" Dean warned.
"I'm seventeen, Dean!" I exploded.
Dean glared at me as he sat up in bed and stood up.
"I don't care if you're forty, Elena, you hunt when I tell you that you can! You wanna keep arguing, I'll make sure we pass Jody's on the next case and you can live with your bestie, Claire." he said, smirking at the end.
I held his stare for as long as I could before throwing my pajamas on the floor and stomping back to my bed.
"That's what I thought." I heard Dean say, and I stood and threw the bible on the nightstand at him.
It just missed his head and he looked furious. He started to approach me but Sam stood up quickly and held him back. "You both need to cool it!" said Sammy.
I got so frustrated and started screaming.
"You won't let me do anything!" I screamed.
"And you never wanna talk about it with me!" I said, tears springing to my eyes.
"What was our agreement, Elena, what did you promise us three years ago?" said Dean.
Sammy was still holding him back with one arm. "But-" I started, but Dean slammed his fist on the table and shot me a deadly glare.
"What. Did. You. Promise!?" he yelled.
"That-that I wouldn't argue with your rules…" I stuttered.
"And what is this?" he said roughly.
"I'm getting older, and I know what I promised but you can't treat me like a kid forever." I said, stubbornly.
"You wanna bet?" he asked, shooting me an angry smile.
"Both of you need to relax!" said Sammy, looking angry now.
"Elena, maybe things will change in the future, but not today, and you need to be okay with that for now." said Sammy.
I stared at the both of their unwavering faces before I gave up and turned around. I kicked the bed and started picking things up and putting them in my bag. I had tears in my eyes and I looked up and was met with Castiel's blue eyes.
"Are you okay, Elena?" he said in his monotonous voice.
"She's fine, Cas. Did you get what I asked for?" added Dean, from behind me.
I bit my lip so I could hold back a smart retort that would only cause Dean to get sent into an even worse mood.
"I got you the angel trees, Dean." said Cas.
"I ask you again, why do you need these?"
There was no answer from Dean as he took the bag from Cas and brought it to the table.
"He needs it for a spell. He's trying to summon-" I was in the middle of revealing Dean's plan when I felt a tight grip on my upper arm.
I looked up and was met with Dean's fiery eyes.
"You don't knock off this bitch attitude and we're dropping your ass off. I'm not dealing with this shit, Elena, you hear me?" he asked.
"Sammy…" I cried, struggling against Dean's grip.
"Dean…" tried Sam, but he wasn't having it.
"You hear me?" he repeated, shaking me.
"Yes, Dean!" I yelled while pulling out of his grasp.
I stumbled away and he shook his head. I rubbed my arm from where he was holding.
"Dean, I think you hurt your sister." said Cas.
"She'll live." he said, and i could tell her was looking at me, but i refused to meet his eyes.
I sat back on my bed and played with the fringe of the blanket while Cas and Dean spoke. Sammy was still on his laptop. I figured at least he was still in a good mood. Sammy is almost always level-headed. I got up and walked over to him and sat next to him. He leaned over and kissed my head, and then went back to his work.
"Do you need any help with research at least?" I asked him.
"Not now, no. But we're going to hit the road and drive down to that family who said they witnessed the witch kill their dad. Maybe after that. We'll see what they say." he said.
"You know Sammy," I started, slowly, "If you think i'm ready for something and Dean doesn't you could always voice your opinion. You know he's just stupid overprotective. You know I can handle this." I said.
Sammy sighed and just looked at me.
"I also know you know just as well as I do that it is not easy to reason with him, I'm in the same boat as you, kid." he said.
"No you're not, Sammy, you get to hunt." I said, crossing my arms.
"So do you, Lena. You know he doesn't like you involved with witches, and quite frankly I don't either. So this case you sit out on, and next one you can help. I don't see the big deal. How about you act like a normal seventeen year old for once?" he said. "Okay, fine. I want a boyfriend, and I want to go out to parties and get drunk every night." I said smartly.
Sam lowered his eyes at me.
"Smartass." he said.
"See! You guys don't let me do normal seventeen year old things." I argue.
"You can't drink because you've proven time and time again that you can't do it responsibly without blacking out. Dammit, you were fifteen and already an alcoholic because of Dad." he said.
"Then let me date." I shoot back.
"Dean! Lena wants to know if she can have a boyfriend!" Sam yelled, without looking up from his screen.
"Tell her she's real freaking close to getting her ass kicked this morning!" he said back from the other room.
"Screw you, Sammy." I said, standing up. I saw him smirk as I walked away.
After my dad died, I took things really hard and started to drink.I was around alcohol all the time with my brothers and it was easy to access. It numbed the pain for a while, but soon after it came back and I had to drink more, and more. My brothers found out what was happening and forbid me from drinking any more alcohol. I remember the long intervention talk I had with Dean. That was the turning point for him and I, when he became super hardass on who used to be his perfect little sister. He didn't even let me out of his sight for about a whole year. That was the year Sammy was soulless so he didn't really care about it much until he got his soul back, given I had already been a year sober. On really rough days, I have been sneaking it into my coffee in the morning. It calms me down and it's not harming anyone because it's not a lot. They would absolutely kill me if they found out, though.
"Sammy, Lena, let's go, we gotta go interview that family. And we're stopping at Jody's on the way back." he said.
I turned my head quick to look at him.
"To visit, and ask for her help. Unless a certain little girl wants to act out, in which case we'll be leaving her house with one less person." he said, tipping his head at me.
"I'm not a little girl." I snapped back.
"That's what she cares about." said Dean, under his breath as he shook his head.
"Let's go, get in the car." he said, ushering us out.
Sammy put all his books in his bag and grabbed his computer before we headed out the door. I got in the back seat of the Impala and Dean sped off. For some reason, I could not keep my eyes open.
"You sleep okay last night?" Sammy asked, looking at me in the mirror.
"Kind of. I'm exhausted still." I answered.
"You went to bed pretty early last night, too." added Sammy.
That's what they think. I was "sleeping" when they got home from their hunt but that was only because I didn't want them to smell the alcohol on me from my cup of coffee last night. Just in case. I stared out the window for the next couple of minutes but before I knew it, I was knocked.
When I woke up, I was the only one in the car. It was parked in a parking lot of a restaurant. I looked out the window and saw Sam, Dean and Cas talking to the family, which I assume had their father killed by the witch. I rubbed my eyes and opened the car door. I walked across the parking lot to them and saw that the older lady who I assumed was the mother was crying. Sammy was trying to console her. The little kids were holding on to her legs. Dean saw me and opened his arms. He was still wearing a firm face, but I walked right into him. Dean always had this way of making me love him even when he is a complete dick. I kept my head buried in his chest while him, Sammy, and the older lady exchanged words. I assume the lady asked who I was because I heard Dean say, "This is my sister." I lifted my head and turned around, but once I saw they were still talking, I leaned my back on Dean's chest. Cas started to ask her a few personal questions to the side. I looked up at Dean.
"I don't want you to be mad with me, but you don't ever want to even talk about it." I say to him.
"I know." he said, rubbing my shoulder.
I looked away from him, clearly not satisfied with his response.
"Hey," he said, getting my attention again. I looked up at him.
"Are we done?" he asked. I narrowed my eyes at him, and nodded, but he just waited for my response.
"Yes, Dean." I said sulkily, before turning my head back around, but not moving. Sammy and Cas walked over to us, as the family walked back into their restaurant. Sammy was scratching his head.
"Okay, this is going to sound crazy, but the lady just described the witch, and in such perfect detail… I think it's Max."