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Hey this is, yes, a lil sis fic. I hope ya'll like it. Please R&R.

Chapter 1: Nope

Sam opened the trunk of the Impala and looked over at his older brother Dean.

"So, after this what are we doing?" he asked

"Go to a motel…"

"You do remember what city we're in? Right?"

"Yeah, Manhattan."

Sam chuckled, "You aren't even thinking about seeing her. Are you?"

Dean hid the gun in his waistband and cocked his head, "Nope."

"Dean…"

"Nope."

Sam scoffed and followed his brother into a dark ally way. Dean bent down and removed the sewer cap. He motioned for Sam to go first, which he did, then followed.

"Can you believe we're killing another one of these guys?" Dean asked in reference to the shape shifter they were tracking

"Don't change the subject."

"Sam, we are not talking about this right now. We do what we need to do and get out of the city. Got it?"

Sam sighed, "Fine, you go that way, I'll go this way."

The two Winchesters separated; Sam going straight ahead and Dean entering the tunnel to the left. Dean walked farther into the tunnel with his gun in front of him, fully alert.

"This is nasty…"

Sam walked further and saw a small light ahead. He tilted his head before turning his to look behind him.

"Dean! I think I found something!" Sam waited for a reply but when none came he continued to walk

Hearing a rustling from ahead he slowed but didn't stop. He finally arrived in a small cavern, like the one the other shape shifter lived out of. Walking further in, he heard another rustle from behind him. He turned and saw a man standing in front of him.

"De-!" he was about to yell but it punched him, sending him flying backwards

Sam noticed his gun had slid all the way across the small grotto and was about to stand when it kicked him in the face. Sam growled and stood up to punch it but it punched him back to the floor in lightening speed. He groaned and tried to stand but felt something plunge into his side.

"Dean!" he finally yelled and thankfully heard footsteps running

A gun shot was fired, heard his brothers voice whispering to him and let himself slip out of consciousness.

"Sammy?" Dean asked again and finally gave up

He slowly slung his brother's arm around his neck and stood him up. Sam was about to fall but Dean finally was able to hold him up.

"God Sammy…"

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Dean knocked on the dorm room door and looked around him, kind of glad that it was three o'clock in the morning. He knocked again and finally the door opened slowly but surely. He saw the figure of a petite woman with long brown hair and smiled with relief.

"Merci?"

"Dean? What the he-"

"Sam's hurt, I need help," he said breathlessly

She nodded, "Bring him to my bed."

Merci moved aside so Dean could get into the room and sit Sam down on the bed. Merci sat down next to him to observe the wound. She sighed and shook her head.

"Tell me what happened," she demanded

"A shape shifter stuck him. Where's your kit?" Dean asked searching the room

"In the back of my closet," she answered and laid Sam down

Dean came to her with the kit and she snatched it from his hands. He glared at her as she ripped Sam's shirt enough for her to gain easy access to the cut.

"It needs stitches."

She patched him up in a good ten minutes, just like her father had taught her and cleaned up the mess.

"Merci, you understand why I had to come to you. Right?"

She nodded and looked up at him, "Dean, I just wish you came to see me just because. You are my older brother."

He sighed, "Half-brother. I mean, yeah I know."

"Dean, you, Daddy, and Sam are the only family I have."

"I know," he said, "But you were the one who cut yourself off from us. You said you didn't want anything to do with us and just walked away."

"I never said that!"

"In a way you did. We took you in after Karen died and raised you, fed you, and trained you. Just for you to just walk out. Must get it from your other older brother huh?"

"Hey! Don't you dare bring Sammy into this, I was hurt when he left us too!"

"And you left just two years after, didn't you?"

She shook her head and took off her sweatshirt. Walking over to the closet she pulled out a cot and a sleeping bag.

"You can take the cot," she muttered and unraveled the sleeping bag

He shook his head, "You always did know how to make me feel like crap…"

She sighed and grabbed a pillow from the foot of her bed, "I guess."

"Merci," he warned

She looked at him, "What!"

"Don't you dare sneak out tonight," he said with a smirk

"Please, that was so high school," she said with a giggle and snuggled into her sleeping bag

I will get into who Merci is and her relationship with the brothers next chap. I hope you liked it. Please, please review!