Author's Note: Ok I know I promised a few of you chapters of some of my older stuff but I had a crisis this weekend, and my week has been horrible so far so this is me writing for me because I need to. It might be crap but it might not be. I have just gotten into this fandom, I'm only on season two and I'm pretty sure it already ate my soul. So there's that. This is a genderbender for Dean, cause I want to, it takes place pre season one. Pre Sam leaving for Stamford. I own nothing, please enjoy.
Guns and Roses
The Early Years
Deanna Winchester looked just like her mother. Her slightly curly blonde hair, her big green eyes, her smile they all belonged to Mary Winchester. She was a charmer and a flirt even at age three. When she found out she was getting a little brother she lit up like a Christmas tree. When they came back from the second ultrasound she demanded to know if she was getting a brother or a sister.
"We want to keep it a surprise." Mary laughed as Deanna pouted.
"But I wanna know! How am I supposed to know what to call it if I don't know its name, and to know its name I gotta know if it's a brother or a sister?" John chuckled at his daughter's stubbornness.
"Well we have picked out two names one for a boy one for a girl. Samantha or Samuel." Deanna thought about it for a minute.
"Sammy! I like it!" She turned to her mother's rounded stomach.
"I'm gonna call you Sammy from now on and we are gonna be best friends! And if anyone ever picks on you I'll beat them up!" John laughed and picked up his daughter off his wife's lap.
"You're going to make a great big sister. You gotta promise me something." Deanna looked at her dad with her serious face, a face that made John want to laugh again but he held in his laughter.
"You gotta promise to protect your little brother or sister." Deanna nodded vigorously her little blonde pigtails bouncing rapidly. John laughed and ruffled her hair.
"That's my girl! Now come on lets go play outside huh?" Deanna beamed and raced off the moment she was set down on her cowgirl boot clad feet. Mary Winchester beamed at her family running a hand over her belly as she thought about her children growing up together.
Years later after the terrible night Mary Winchester died John took his baby girl shooting for the first time. He lined up some tin cans on a fence and handed her a pistol. He had taught her how to load and unload a gun already and how to disarm an attacker wielding a gun but she had yet to go shooting. She took aim both hands wrapped around the butt of the gun. She squinted one eye shut and he knelt down next to her. He gently corrected her grip.
"You can't aim properly with one eye shut. You need to keep both eyes open. Remember if you miss even once you might not get a second chance." Deanna nodded her ponytail bouncing slightly. She held the gun up once again aiming careful to keep both eyes open and fired, only flinching slightly when the crack of the gunshot rang through her ears. One of the cans went flying as the bullet struck it. John was impressed, he hadn't expected her to hit anything the first time around.
"Keep going." She nodded moving slightly to the left to line up her next shot. Another shot, another direct hit. Four shots later she was empty. He handed her another six bullets and watched her reload. It took her about a minute, they would have to work on that later. She finished reloading and took out the rest of the targets. She bulls eyed every single one. He smiled down at her and ruffled her hair.
"Good job Deanna." She beamed up at her father.