Yoo so hopefully this story doesn't die haha I hope this was original enough. Like all my other stories, they usually get better as they move along. I already have a bunch of chapters planned for this one. If you have a specific episode or certain moments you want me to portray in this fic, let me know somehow and I'll see what I can do :) reviews would be super awesome~

the episodes in this chapter include: snippets of season one, In My Time of Dying, and All Hell Breaks Loose

4/3/16 ~added changes

I don't own Supernatural D:

When Mary had another child, this time a girl, Dean was excited. Sure, he may have preferred a brother (someone he could relate to better) but a sister was going to be just as exciting. He vowed to be the greatest big brother he could ever be.

Every night, he would visit her nursery, and play with her. She would laugh her little bubbly laugh at him, and they would be happy.

Sometimes, she was annoying with the tendencies of being a messy, whiny baby, but whenever he held her in his arms, everything was fine. He knew that he would go great lengths for his sister, even if he was just a kid and didn't quite know what that meant yet.

However, he never expected life to fall apart.

Dean had practically rescued his little sister from the house fire. When his father handed him the child that he knew there wasn't a more precious thing in the world, something that needed protection. Even as he watched the flames burn their home down, his grip tightened around his six month old baby sister. He didn't realize it just yet, but things were going to get tough for them.

It wasn't long after that their father found out about what really happened in their home. He figured out about the things that go bump in the night and was gone a lot more often. Dean had taken charge of looking after his little sister while their father went out to hunt for the demon that had murdered their mother.

That was Dean's job, to keep her safe. It wasn't really ordered to him by his father, but his little "Sammy" had become his to look after. He never really saw it as a nuisance, either, but that it was his job to make sure that she wasn't taken from them like their mother was.

As soon as she was old enough she was taught to shoot a gun and protect herself. She watched Dean assemble a rifle, and put together salt pellets, learning quickly, and soon becoming the sharpshooter herself. She may even be a better sharpshooter than Dean.

Even though it may have been ordered to him from his father to watch over her when he was gone, he never had to be told. Even though she knew how to shoot a gun, and protect herself...

It was still Dean's job to keep her safe and unharmed.

However, time passes, and soon she's old enough to go to college. She'd gone away after a while, fed up with the whole hunting business and over all with her family in general.

Because of this they ignored each other for a few years. Dean knew that he was supposed to be happy for her, but the way she had defied her father…hell, defied her own brother (who had basically raised her) left them in a bitter tone. Occasionally, however, he'd park nearby her house (he'd figure out where she started to live) and watch over her, just to make sure she was ok before resuming his hunt.

When they met once again, she had grown both in height and independence. She's still not as tall as he is, still standing just below his nose. However, after their skirmish in the living room, Dean realized just how weak and rusty she had become. He thought there was no way she could protect herself against a poltergeist or something far worse.

So it became his job again, to protect her.

Not long after, the same demon who came for their mother, came for her boyfriend, and she joined Dean back on the hunt. Several hunts and sleepless nights of web-surfing later, they were tied up in a mess with the same yellow-eyed demon, and they were all- Sam, Dean, and John- in a terrible car-crash. In the end, the demon still got away.

Sam and John had survived, but Dean wasn't so lucky. He still remained in his hospital bed, stuck in that in-between circumstance of life and death.

Dean stood in the hospital room. To say he was a little confused would be an understatement. When he checked himself, he noted that he had hospital garb on… just a white gown and his jeans.

He had just seen his unconscious body lying in the hospital bed. The only thing to wake him from his shock was the sound of rushing footsteps and heavy panting.

His sister had burst into the room. Dean breathed a sigh of relief, glad that she had survived the terrible crash. He was rather surprised how good she looked, considering the damages. He smiled, glad that she was safe. "Sammy! You look good. Considering…"

"Oh no." She breathed.

It seemed she couldn't see or hear him. "Please tell me you can hear me." Still, no reaction. "How's dad, is he ok? Come on, you're the psychic. Give me some ghost whispering or something!"

No reaction.

A doctor walked in and told them that their father was fine. "Doc… what about my brother?"

Sam was told that Dean had some head trauma, blood loss, and serious injury to the liver and kidney. The doctor also said that he may not even wake up. As the doctor explained, she remained silent and only nodded him off.

However, Dean was determined.

"Come on, Sam. Go find some hoodoo priest to lay some mojo on me. Sam?"

To Dean's surprise, Sam just pulled up a chair beside his hospital bed. She glanced around first, then gave a wavering sigh before looking at her brother, lying in the hospital bed. "Don't… don't leave me, man… please, we've just started to become siblings again."

Dean remained shocked and helpless, only able to stand by her side and watch her suffer. He could tell by the way her shoulders were shaking, that she was crying. He wished that he could say that it was going to be ok, that he would be there for her, but it was currently impossible.

Sam had left the hospital to run a couple errands for their father, but Dean could tell she was getting more and more impatient with him. Once she returned, she came back into John's room carrying a duffel bag. "Sammy! Tell me you friggin' hear me, man, there's something in the hospital. Now, you've got to bring me back to hunt this thing." Dean tried, but still to no avail.

She only remained silent. "You seem quiet." John muttered.

Sam tossed the duffel bag at him. "You think I wouldn't find out?"

"What are you talking about?" John countered.

"That stuff from Bobby, you don't use it to ward off a demon, you use it to summon one. You're planning on bringing the demon here, aren't you?" She was fuming, letting out all her frustration at him.

"I have a plan-" John had started calmly.

"That's exactly my point!" Sam argued, her voice wavering. "Dean is dying, and you have a plan! You know what, you care more about killing this demon than you do saving your own son!"

Dean hated it when they were like this. "No, no, no, guys, don't do this!"

"Do not tell me how I feel! I am doing this for Dean." John countered.

Sam scoffed. "How? How is revenge going to help him? You're not thinking about anybody but yourself, it's the same selfish obsession!"

Dean's hands were shaking. He wished that these two would get along for once, the two people he cared about most in this world. "Come on guys, don't do this!"

"You know, it's funny, I thought it was your obsession too! This demon killed your mother, killed your boyfriend. You begged me to be a part of this hunt. Now if you'd killed that damn thing when you had the chance, none of this would have happened." John explained gruffly.

Dean remembered the events before the car crash, and it was almost sickening for his father to say something like that to Sam, she was just in a difficult place. He knew just how difficult it would be for her to kill her own father.

Sam looked to her feet, clenching her jaw. "It was possessing you, Dad, I would have killed you too."

"Yeah, and your brother would be awake right now."

"Shut up, both of you!" Dean shouted.

Of course, neither of them reacted.

"Go to hell." Sam spat, hands shaking.

"I should have never taken you along in the first place. I knew it was a mistake, I knew I was wrong-"

"I said SHUT UP!"

Suddenly, he smacked a glass of water off the table, and it goes flying against the wall in between Sam and John. It crashes to the floor, and Dean hardly noticed their looks of confusion as he, too, was surprised.

"Dude, I full-on Swayze-d that mother." Dean said, pleased with himself.

However, the moment was interrupted when he crumpled in pain. "What is it?" There is a monitor beeping and nurses bustling about in the hallway. Sam decided to go check it out, and Dean followed her.

They found out the hubbub came from Dean's room. The nurses were surrounding Dean, and his monitor was crying out. Dean glanced to Sam at the doorway, who had tears in her eyes. She was sobbing, and Dean couldn't do anything to comfort her. Dean hated feeling this helpless for her.

However, he saw a ghostly figure above his body, and ran over to wrestle the thing away from his deathbed.

After that episode, Sam came into his room announcing cautiously, "Hey. I think maybe you're around. And if you are, don't make fun of me for this, but, um… there's one way we can talk."

She pulled out a "Mystical talking board"

Dean crossed his arms, shaking his head.. "Oh, you gotta be kidding me."

She sat cross-legged on the floor. "Dean? Dean, are you here?"

"God, I feel like I'm at a slumber party." He grumbled, sitting across from her. "All right, Sammy… this isn't going to work."

She had her hands poised on the pointer, and he placed his fingers on it and slowly moved it over to yes. Sam gasped, she was about as surprised as he was. "I'll be damned."

Sam laughed in relief. "It's good to hear from you, man. It hasn't been the same without you."

Glad to see her smiling again, he said, "Damn straight."

Then he explained as best he could on the board that she brought what was after him.

John Winchester exchanged his life for Dean soon after, and he was gone for good.

Sam looked like she was taking this loss better than he was, but he knew how her emotions worked. She bottled them up, just like he did. It was the Winchester way.

In a way, he was a hypocrite. He tried to get her to open up many times, when in reality he acted much differently knowing that his father was dead. Someone he had looked up and stuck to his entire life. She just had less of a connection, as it showed.

All he could really do was fix his Impala and protect Sam. It was his job, and he was pretty good at it so far.

Samantha had been taken away from him by the yellow-eyed demon, Dean was literally in the parking lot when she had been stolen too. He was just an arm's reach away, and yet… she had been swiped, right beneath his nose.

After hours of searching, Bobby and Dean had finally found her. When they arrived, Dean saw was that she was standing over in the bushes with an iron bar. She looked dirtied, beat up, ragged, and exhausted, but he was glad that she was alive. "Sam!" He shouted.

Sam looked up and saw Dean, then smiled. "Dean!" She cried back.

Dean saw a large man twice her size rise up from the bushes behind her. Worse of all, he had a knife in his hand.

No, they were too far away, he thought. She had started approaching them tiredly, each step more wobbly than the first, but there wouldn't be any time. "Sam, look out!" He cried.

Sam turned, but it was too late. "No!" Dean cried.

The man had stabbed her with the iron bar that she had left on the ground. Dean quickened his pace as the man ran away, he reached Sam before she could collapse onto the ground. Bobby chased after the man angrily, while Dean patted Sam's face, trying to keep her awake.

Too much blood came out of her stomach.

She was on her knees and her eyelids were fluttering. "Samantha!" He cried, as she fell forward onto his shoulder. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey! Samantha! Come here, let me look at you." He lifted her off of him slightly just so he could reach her wound. It was really bad, his hand became completely soaked. Maybe if he put pressure on the wound somehow?

He positioned her in front of him, so that he could look her in the eye. "Hey, look at me." He said forcefully, like an order. Sam lifted her head slightly, but it looked like tears had been streaming down her cheeks. "It's not even that bad, all right? Sammy?" Her head lolled to the side, but Dean didn't give up. "Sammy! Hey, listen to me! We're gonna patch you up, ok? You're going to be good as new." His voice shook slightly as he saw the color in his sister's skin fade. "I'm going to take care of you. I'm gonna take care of you. I've got you. That's my job, right? Take care of my pain-in-the-ass little sister?" That was supposed to make her chuckle, lift her mood. However, he got no reaction.

"Sammy? Sammy? Samantha?"

Her body slumped forward, and she became stone cold in his arms. Dean's heart dropped.

"No. No, no, no, no, no. Oh, God…"

He let his tears fall as he shouted his sister's name once again, his grip around his sister tightening around her as if she was the baby he had rescued from the fire, while he continued to sob on her shoulder.

She was gone for good, just like his father.

He had one job. Yet, he wrecked it.