He smiled softly to himself

Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did… I don't own this.

A/N: I'm not a huge fan of sister fics to be completely honest. But I was reading one once and got an idea. Plus, I do kind of like the idea of Sam and Dean having to deal with something like this. I think this one's a little different to what's out there, I might be wrong, but… anyway. Reviews are very much appreciated :) haha.

He smiled softly to himself. She was dead asleep. He pulled the covers up over her and kissed her on the temple.

"Goodnight." He whispered before quietly shutting the door behind himself.

Sam's eyes snapped open. He looked at the clock beside his bed. 8.30am. It was time to hit the road again.

"Get up." He whacked Dean with a pillow before heading to the bathroom.

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"So… I had that dream again." Sam tired to bring it up casually, like it was just trivial conversation, nothing to be worried over.

"Yeah. What dream?" Dean asked from the drivers seat.

"The one with the girl…"

"In bed, right, I got ya." Dean smirked.

"Dude, it's not like that."

"Then what is it like?"

Sam thought for a moment. "I… I really don't know." He said. "This is the fifth night in a row I've had this dream its so… it just feels so real. I feel like I know her or something."

"Maybe we met her on a job once and you were secretly crushing on her." Dean had that smirk again.

"I told you it's not like that."

"Then what is it like?" Dean repeated.

Sam sighed. "This is going to sound crazy,"

"But then everything in our lives is crazy." Dean cut in.

"Right. But I don't know, I get the feeling she's like our… sister or something." He looked at Dean's face. "Yeah, you know what, forget it, it's a crazy dream. Nothing more."

Dean nodded and continued to hum along to the Metallica track playing, drumming his fingers on the dashboard in front of him.

"Sister," He chuckled to himself. "That's a crazy one alright."

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She was only pretending to be asleep. She didn't want him to worry about her. She was fine. She didn't stir a bit as he pulled the covers up over her, tucking her in as though she was a small child. He kissed her temple and whispered "Goodnight" before leaving.

When she knew he was gone she allowed herself to smile. "Night."

Claire's eyes flew open. She rolled over and glanced at the clock. 8.30. Crap. She was late. She bolted up and quickly jumped in the shower. She had exactly twenty minutes to be ready and then had to beg her mum to drive her. Again. It was the fifth time this week this had happened. It seemed everyday this week Claire had slept right through her 8 am alarm and woken after the exact same dream.

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"Please, please, please drive me. It'll never happen again I swear." Claire was three seconds away from dropping to her knees at her mother's feet and begging.

"You said that yesterday, and the day before, oh and do I have to remind you about the day before that?"

"I know but if I'm late I'll get detention."

"Maybe that'll do you some good. Teach you not to do it again."

"But… mooooom!! Please. I'm supposed to be going to the mall with Sophie after school today. I can't get detention."

But Louise simply gave her that look only mothers can give. "I'm sorry. I thought I had a sixteen-year-old daughter. Not a two year old."

"I promise I'll be good. I'll, do all my chores and… and… I'll clean my room."

"It's not going to work on me."

Claire let out a frustrated growling noise. "Fine. I'll be late. I'll get detention. I wont go to the mall and I can kiss that spot on the team goodbye, that's for sure." She paused as she got the door. This was normally the part where her mom gave in and drove her.

But this time she didn't. The only response she was her mother calling out after her. "You're going to have to learn your actions have consequences someday!"

In a moment of teenage angst Claire slammed the door behind her. It wasn't her fault she slept in. It was that stupid dream. But how was she supposed to explain that. 'Oh yeah, I've had this weird dream every night this weeks that wakes me up at exactly 8.30 everyday. It's about my brother saying goodni-'

She stopped her train of thought there. The whole thing was ridiculous. She didn't have a brother. She didn't have any siblings. It was just herself and her mum. And her dad once in a blue moon.

Glancing at her watch, Claire picked up her pace a little. Not wanting to be later than she already was.