A/N: Own Nothing Other than Original Characters, yes it's a sisterfic but I love young Winchester fics and sisterfics and an added brother

So basically(Because I always feel it's Important)

Matthew-Born March 7th,1975

Dean-Born January 24th,1979

Noah-Grace-Born February 12th,1981

Samuel-Born May 2nd,1983

This will be set right before the Shtigra incident, so 1989. Matt would be 14, Dean would be 10, Noah would be 8 and Sam would be 6 On With the story

Fort Douglas, Wisconsin in the middle of nothing, ten-year-old Dean Winchester had decided upon the minute they had arrived at the motel. He dropped his bag on the floor and went instantly to the television and flicked it on.

"Hey! Dude!" fourteen-year-old Matt cried out as he saved himself from falling over Dean's discarded duffel.

Dean gave his older brother a sheepish grin before standing and quickly moving his bag off in the corner. John walked in next carrying his six-year-old who had fallen asleep on the ride, he was the only one who still managed to get away with being carried.

"Matt put him to bed. Dean, Noah bed too," John ordered, "Matt meet me downstairs in five."

Dean knew what that meant, "Dad-

"Dean, it's late. Go to bed okay?"

Dean scowled but took his sister's hand and stomped off towards the bedroom. Sam's head was barely peaking out from where the covers had reached up to his chin. Dean shook his head in a matter of minutes the covers would be kicked off by hurricane Sammy, Matt never seemed to understand that.

"Night No."

"Night Dean."

There was a cot set up in the middle of the room, Noah quickly placed her head down. If there was one thing in the world Noah-Grace Winchester hated it was blankets, she preferred the cold to the heat any day.

SPN

Noah stirred awake, it was pitch black in the room. The only sounds were being made from her brothers breathing in the queen sized bed next to her cot .She glanced over at the other queen bed but her father and Matt weren't back yet, they did this sometimes sneaking off in the middle of the night so it didn't scare her. She kicked her legs over the side of the cot and walked towards the window standing on her tip toes she opened the window, never seeing the dark shadow that lurked in the shadows just beyond her sight of vision.

The Next Morning- Early

John woke in a sweat, fire and heat had been haunting his nightmares ever since that fateful night. Since his Mary was taken from him, it always seemed this dream would haunt him forever. He slipped soundlessly from the bed careful not to wake his oldest son, first he went to Sammy and Dean pulling the blankets over them again before placing soft kisses to their temples.

He walked over to Noah, she seemed paler than usual. Maybe she was getting sick, John reached forward placing his hand to his daughter's forehead. Cold, ice cold.

"Noah?" John yelled, she wasn't breathing.

A/N: Cliffhanger!

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