(A/N: Uh, hey, hi. New to the fandom like I may have seen a total of maybe a quarter to a half season of episodes, in different seasons. Mostly I have caught a few marathons but fell in love with the characters. To write this story I did research some, I hope it was enough. I am open to constructive criticism, but please don't attack me. I may not know the "fandom inside jokes" or understand them but I will eventually. Thank you for taking time to read this. I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters only Marissa Jean Henshaw.)

Chapter 1: The Littlest Winchester

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The Littlest Winchester

Hiya! Welcome to my tumblr blog dedicated to my favorite people: Sam and Dean Winchester! At 7 1\2, I am the biggest and possibly youngest Supernatural fan! I come home from school or the store (yes they send me by myself) I grab my phone, I found it, the charger, and working headphones in a dumpster on one of my unsupervised walks the number was disabled but the internet works, I plug in, link up, and repeatedly watch and blog Supernatural! Hope you enjoy my blog! P.S. Please don't tell my parents I'm on here!

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"Hmm, what's new?" an almost silent whisper erupted from the girl with stick straight brown hair sitting cross-legged on her "bed". Her bed was nothing more than a tattered blanket her foster parents threw into her 3' x 4' room. Cabinet was more like it.

The girl sighed; there was nothing new on her favorite boys. Jumping off the Internet, she opened the notes app on the phone she used as a diary. She started it six months ago on her birthday.

March 19

My name is Marissa Jean Henshaw. I have been at this foster home since three months after I woke up in the hospital. I had just turned six; it's been a year. Every day I have to clean the kitchen floor and the bathroom. I can't forget, ever. If I do, and go to bed, I get whipped and must complete my task. But that has only happened once, I don't let it happen again. It was bad. I was in the hospital and they told the doctors I fell out of bed. My injuries were consistent with their story, the doctors said. Out around people we look like a family. That is far from the case. However since I found this phone and looked up Supernatural, that I noticed on a magazine when I was sent for groceries, since I found the wonderful Sam and Dean Winchester I have found happiness, what little I can find.

Then there are the social worker visits. Our foster mother yells at us to come up out of the basement, go to the bedrooms upstairs and put on some clothes from the rooms as if we stay in it all the time. Once the welfare check is passed we are sent back to our tattered blanket "beds" in our 3' x 4' rooms.

"MARISSA JEAN HENSHAW!" an angry female voice yelled downstairs, "UP HERE NOW!"

Marissa jumped slightly as she quickly placed her phone, charger, and headphones in the unnoticeable broken floorboard. She threw open her door and racked her brain for something she had forgotten. Clean the floors? Finished before school. Go to store to get what was on the list? Went on the way home from school. Clean the bathroom? Competed after groceries put away. Marissa entered the door that led from the basement to the kitchen. "Yes, ma'am?" she asked bracing herself for the first blow.

The blow never came. Instead the woman before her pointed down the hall, "Henshaw, Jacobson is getting sick in the bathroom, make sure it is clean again and make him stop."

"Yes, ma'am!" Marissa said before taking off down the hall. Relief washed over her. It was not something she had neglected to do, but more of a touch up clean. Marissa skidded to a stop at the bathroom she had been assigned. Poor little kid, he looked green and miserable. She crept over to the small child. "Hey, Josh, you know what always helps me? Come here." Marissa helped the three year old sit on the stool before standing on tiptoe and getting one of her clean cleaning rags wet with cool water. She then set to pressing and swiping it across his face. "Janet taught me this before she got adopted last year." Marissa noted Josh's face was burning. Quickly she found a thermometer and took his temperature. A small gasp escaped her lips, "Here, Josh, lay on the floor." Once he laid down she placed the cool rag on his forehead and zipped out of the room. She ran back to the kitchen, "Mrs. Thompson! Mrs. Thompson!"

The woman spun away from the counter and glared at Marissa, "Why are you here, Henshaw? Is the bathroom clean?"

"No, ma'am, but..."

"Is Jacobson better?"

"No, ma'am, but..."

"Then what pray tell are you doing out of the bathroom?!"

"Ma'am, please, Joshua is really really sick! Look!" she held up the thermometer; it read 104.3°F.

Mrs. Thompson sighed she knew the ramifications if she ignored this, "Fine. Get him in the car. You are coming with me to show we care. If he makes a mess in my car, well you better make sure he doesn't!"

"Yes, ma'am!" Marissa bolted back down the hall.

"And both of you change into clothes in the bedrooms I will not get dirty looks for your clothes!" Mrs. Thompson called after her.

Soon Marissa got Josh onto her back with a bag to get sick in. She headed to the boy room first. She selected an Avenger t-shirt and blue sweatpants, blue socks and blue jacket for him and helped him in them. She then picked him back up and headed to the girl room. For herself she selected olive green fake converse, pants and shirt topped off with a gray sweater. Finally Marissa pulled Josh back onto her back and headed for the garage.

In the car Marissa found that Mrs. Thompson had dusted off two of the few car seats she had in the house and buckled them in. Marissa had to admit the Thompson's sure did a good job of faking it. Marissa buckled Josh in before herself.

Finally, they pulled into the immediate care and Mrs. Thompson's entire demeanor had changed. She had a few tears in her eyes as she jumped out of the car ran around to the side and got Josh out holding him to her. "Keep up, Ris," she called behind her heading toward the doors of the hospital.

Despite being small herself, Marissa's tiny legs kept up easily.

"Please," Mrs. Thompson begged when they reached the counter, "My name is Jane Thompson. This is my foster son Joshua Jacobson. He keeps throwing up and his temperature is 104.3. Please help him."

Yep, Mrs. Thompson should've been an actress.

"Fill out these forms and we can see him," the receptionist said politely with a sympathetic glance to the boy.

Mrs. Thompson took the clipboard and sat down she had Marissa sit next to her and placed Josh in Marissa's lap and his head on her own. She then set to work filling out what she could. Once she was finished she handed the clipboard to Marissa, took Josh into her arms and sent Marissa to turn in the paperwork.

"Well, hello, dear. And what is your name?" the woman asked kindly.

"Marissa Jean Henshaw. Can you make Joshy better?" Marissa replied playing her part perfectly, though unlike Mrs. Thompson, Marissa truly cared.

"Oh, sweetie, we are going to do what we can," she nodded.

"Thank you, ma'am," Marissa gave her a small smile before returning to her seat.

Before long Josh was called back. After the doctor checked him over Josh was found to have a pretty bad flu bug, the first the doctor had seen this season.

"Keep an eye on him and his fever. If it gets higher or he gets worse in anyway bring him back. If he is not better in a week bring him back and we will see what we can do. Until then keep him home, hydrated, give him some children's Tylenol to work on his fever and see if he will keep crackers or chicken noodle soup down. Thank you for bringing him in Mrs. Thompson."

Back in the car, Mrs. Thompson huffed. "Would you like me to take care of Josh, Mrs. Thompson?" Marissa offered.

"No, Henshaw, unfortunately this is something I have to deal with myself," Mrs. Thompson grumbled.

Mrs. Thompson pulled into the garage and turned to face Marissa, "Bed, Henshaw, now."

"Yes, Ma'am," Marissa replied quickly doing as she was told.

(A\N: Hope you got to know Marissa, enough. Next chapter find out what is plaguing Sam and Dean.)