Hello everyone! Before we get into this story, I thought I should let you know a little more about it. I started writing this story two years ago and never expected to put this on fanfiction. Unfortunately, this means I neglected to put important information into the writing. So one thing you need to know is that Carter is my version of what could be Sam and Dean's little sister (if you would like to read more about this character, I have another story called "Her Life And Other Tragedies" that centers around her). In this story, she is their half-sister on their dad's side who came to live with them when she was three months old.

A few months prior to the events in this story, Sam is killed during a hunting accident and he is buried in an open area in the woods. His body is discovered during a flood when his remains wash up. After Sam's death, Dean leaves Carter and they don't get back in contact. Carter leaves and ends up getting caught by the police, where she is pinned with Sam and Dean's crimes and she is sentenced to life in prison. The story starts out in an interrogation room in the FBI headquarters.

In a timeline, it would take place before season 4, but several things are different, obviously. It is also important to note that anything in italics is a flashback.

If anyone has any questions or comments, please let me know! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, Bones, or any of their characters. I only own Carter and Jimmy.

She tapped her fingers on the metal table in the interrogation room. Tap one, two, three, four. Tap one, two, three, four. Her relaxed body leaned back in the metal chair and her legs stretched out under the table. Her fingers tapped one, two, three, four, one, two, three, four.

"Sammy, hey! Sammy, stay with me, man! Carter! Where's the damn bandages?! No, Sam! Open your eyes!"

Her body flinched, fingers abruptly stopping at three. Her arms folded over her chest and her eyes vacantly stared at the table.

Booth and Sweets stood in the next room over, watching the 17-year old flinch and huddle into herself. In Booth's hands he gripped three files, those being the ones filled with everything on the Winchesters' lives. Booth shook his head in sadness, "She's just a teen, Sweets. Do you think she could've been capable of all this?"

"What, credit card fraud, breaking and entering, stealing, and murder?" Sweets asked, but shook his head. "No, it doesn't seem like it would be her idea, but a little coercion goes a long way." Booth nodded his head and started walking to the door, throwing back a, "You coming?" Sweets confirmed and walked to the next door over, prepared to meet the young vigilante.

She looked up as two men walked into the room with her; one carried files in his hand and they both wore suits. She slid her feet closer to her and sat up a bit, ready to get whatever was going on over with so she could head back to prison. The one who looked older spoke up, announcing, "I'm Special Agent Seeley Booth and this is Dr. Sweets. We just have a few questions for you."

"Ask away," she answered as the men sat down across from her. Carter looked up at the men in front of her and sat up a little straighter when Booth opened up a file. Her mugshot shined on the first page and Carter cracked a smile. "Was I an impressive read, Agent Booth? Worked hard to get a wrap sheet like that."

Dr. Sweets kept his eyes on Carter, stating, "It might be if you actually did any of it." Carter's lips pursed as she leaned back in her chair, deciding to instead sit in angry silence.

Booth looked softly between them before pulling out a sketch Angela drew of the new body in their lab. "You recognize this man?" He asked, turning the picture towards the teen. Carter sat up a bit, looking down at the picture. Her jaw slacked and her body became both jello and solid at the same time. The piercing eyes, slight stubble lining his strong jaw; it was no doubt her oldest brother, Dean.

"Where the hell are you going?"

"Out."

"Dean-"

"Shut up, will you? Just this once, will you shut the hell up?"

"You're leaving me here? Sam's gone, now you're leaving, too?"

He went silent.

"I've got some things down in Missouri I have to tend to. Take some money and hitch a ride to Bobby's." His bag was slung over his shoulder and he stormed out of the motel room.

"Nope," she responded coldly, "Can I go now?" her arms folded back over her chest as she leaned back into the chair.

"You don't recognize this man?" Booth asked again, not quite expecting that response. Carter shook her head no again. Booth pulled out another sketch, this time it was of her other brother, Sam. "What about this man? He look familiar to you?" Carter barely glanced at him before looking away, trying to focus on anything but the image of her dead brother.

She willed the tears not to fall as she watched a spot on the ground. The last thing she needed was images of his lifeless eyes haunting her dreams again. "Never seen either of them before, sir," She mumbled. She didn't look up as she heard papers rustling and two new papers being slapped down on the table.

"How about now? Do you recognize them now?" Booth asked, an edge forming in his voice. Carter's eyes remained on the ground. "Hey! You know how this works? I ask a question and you answer, that's how this works. You don't answer? I charge you with obstruction of justice."

Carter's eyes slid over to the table and saw her older brothers' mugshots. Dean's face doing his "blue steel" and Sam giving his signature bitch face. Carter looked up at the men before her. "They're my brothers," She paused. "What'd you get Dean on?" The men looked between each other.

"The bodies of your brothers recently came into the possession of the Jeffersonian Institute. It's being speculated that they were both murdered," Sweets answered softly. Carter's eyes watered. She took a breath and shoved all her emotions down until there was nothing left but calm.

"When was the last time you saw either of them?" Booth asked. Carter looked back down. She unfolded her arms and leaned on the table, holding her head up; eyes glanced down at her brothers' still faces.

"Um," she took a deep breath and blinked back her feelings. "Can I make a call, please?"

Booth nodded, "As soon as we're done here."

Carter licked her lips and folded her arms on the table, "A couple months ago, my brothers and I went on a hunting trip. We were just wrapping things up, cleaning everything, and laughing because 'damn, that was too easy'." She recited Dean's words and cleared her throat, taking a momentary pause. "Things went a little bad after that."

Dean wiped off a stray drop of blood from his gun and shoved it into his bag. Carter was dabbing a rag on her thigh in an attempt to soak up some of the blood. Sam was still in the cabin.

"Damn, that was easier than I thought it'd be."

"A little too easy for me."

There was a loud shout in the cabin and a crashing sound followed.

"DEAN!"

"Sam didn't make it out of the cabin," Carter announced to the loudly silent room. "Not alive, at least." All three occupants bore into each other. Carter became the epitome of calm; Booth had hardly ever seen anything like it, especially not in a child.

Sweets lightly cleared his throat, breaking the calm. "What happened in the cabin?" Carter's eyes swiveled to meet Sweets's. Uncomfortable with the seriousness and realness of the conversation, Carter smiled and leaned back in her chair.

"How the hell should I know? He was dead by the time I got there," she lied.

Sam lay on the floor, blood pouring out of his chest. It was torn wide open. Carter skidded into the room right before two bullets sounded through the stale air. Dean stood over the last werewolf of the pack they raided. His jaw was locked and blood splattered on his chest. Not checking to make sure it was dead, Dean dropped to his knees next to his brother, tears slipping out of his eyes.

"Sam! Come on, man, you're okay."

Booth answered, "Evidence shows he had deep gashes across his chest consistent with an animal attack. Any idea how that happened?"

"Rogue bear, maybe?" Carter shrugged. Booth turned slightly towards Sweets in anger. "I already told you, I don't know," Carter spoke out harshly.

Booth turned back to Carter, a stern look on his face. "We have two dead bodies in our lab, and you're the only lead we have. This is serious, kid; you can't keep laughing and shrugging this all off. It's time to face reality," Booth cried authoritatively.

Carter leaned forward on her arms on the table. She tilted her head towards Booth and spoke softly. "I helped bandaged my dead brother, Agent Booth. I watched Dean do everything he could to stop the bleeding. I sat by as Dean sat on the floor next to his dead little brother and cried. I helped load my older brother into the back of the car in his pine box and drive him to his grave ten hours after he died. I lowered him into his grave and buried him." Carter didn't blink. "I'll be in prison for most of my life. I've faced reality, Agent Booth. I've taken reality out to lunch. Can you say the same?"

Booth didn't answer as the two stared each other down solemnly. Sweets cleared his throat as he looked between the two. "After you buried Sam, what did you do?"

Carter licked her lips and broke away from Booth. She leaned back in her chair and looked over at Sweets. "Went back to the motel."

Dean white-knuckled the steering wheel. The car was silent, except for the purr of the motor. His teeth were clenched tight and no tears were visible in his eyes. Carter sat in the back, not daring to take her older brother's passenger seat. It was way too soon.

"And then what?" Sweets asked, face calm but mind spiraling over all of her actions; she was too calm.

"Dean did what any sane person would do; left for the nearest bar he could find. He came back as drunk as all hell and fell asleep five minutes later."

Booth inserted himself back into the conversation. "So Dean was drinking and you were-what? Watching cartoons?"

She looked down briefly before looking back up. "I found a half empty bottle of bourbon in Sam's bag. Needless to say, it was empty by the time I went to sleep."

Both of the men tried to ignore that little tidbit. They didn't want to have to add onto the young vigilante's sentence. If nothing else, they felt bad for her losing both her brothers in a short time period. And from what they read in her file, that was the only family Carter had left. No matter who you were, no one deserved that.

"So the last time you saw Dean, when was that?"

Carter leaned back in her seat, her calmness enveloping her actions. "Two days later, Dean says he has business to tend to in Missouri. He packs up and leaves the motel without so much as a goodbye. That was the last time I saw him."

"Was there anything suspicious about him leaving?" Booth asked, his mind whirring of all the reasons for Dean to go to Missouri.

Carter's eyes settled on Booth, her eyebrows raised. "Suspicious? We buried Sam, Agent Booth." When Booth nor Sweets caught on, Carter leaned on the table, arching towards the agents in front of her. "There's only one reason a hunter would bury someone instead of burning their bones."

"And why's that?" Agent Booth asked, his eyes focusing closely on Carter's.

Carter scoffed. "Because that hunter is looking for a way to bring him back. Dean went to Missouri to bring Sam back from the dead." She paused. "I don't know who the hell he was looking for or who he found. He told me jackshit."

"Bring Sam back to life?" Doctor Sweets asked incredulously. He roamed over Carter's words, finding a reason for Carter to believe them. "He really expected it to work?"

Carter shrugged. "He's done it before."

Both agents remained silent, taking in the child before them. No prior reports stated anything about Carter believing someone could come back from the dead. And for that matter, nothing would lead them to conclude she believed in anything Dean had talked about in police videos: vengeful spirits, shape shifters, and assumingly anything related to them. Agent Booth was about to speak up when his phone rang in the near silent room. Still watching Carter, he pulled out his phone and answered it.

"Booth," he stated and turned his eyes to the table as he listened. He paused for awhile before answering again, "Send it to the Jeffersonian. I'll meet you there." He hung up his phone and put it back in his pocket. He stood up, gathering all his papers.

"Let's go, Sweets," he announced and Sweets stood up along with him.

Any smile Carter had on her lips vanished. "What did you find?" Her body slacked across the table as she gazed up at the two men.

"Stay here, we'll need you for further questions when we get back," Booth monotoned as he and his partner walked towards the door.

"Wait!" Carter cried, all her calmness leaving her mind. "Take me with you. You won't be able to solve this case without me. I promise."

"Yeah, we'll do just that," Booth replied sarcastically and opened the door, closing it behind himself and Sweets.

"At least tell me what you found first!" Carter yelled but knew it was useless. She slumped backwards on her chair and waited. She knew all her motions were being monitored in the next room over, but she didn't care. She looked up at the ceiling as tears silently sprang from her eyes. It was going to be a long couple of hours.

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