AN: So, this is my first fanfic, I started it in December 2012, so I have at least 24 chapters typed waiting to be edited and such. Please play nice. Sorry the first chapter is short, but they get longer as we go on.
Also, to clear some air, Mary Winchester didn't die on the day Sam turned six months. She passed on the day Jasmine turned six months old.
(In case you didn't read my profile, for every hate mail I get, a puppy is being kicked because hate mail makes me sad and angry, which is a lethal combination. Hell hath no fury like a women scorned.)
If you have any questions, ask and I'll do my best to clarify and fix the story where it needs fixing :)
It had only been a couple months since Sam ran away to Stanford, but she missed him. Sam had been her knight in shining armour. He always protected her, and listened to her when she need to let her anger out. Which is more than what Dean did. Sam was always there for her, but now he's gone.
She felt tears in her blue eyes as she pulled into the driveway at Bobby's house. She shut the engine off, wiped her tears and checked herself in the mirror. After making herself presentable, she grabbed the grocery bags and stepped out of her car.
There was a slight chill in the night air. It engulfed her petite body like flames to gasoline. She pulled her jacket tighter with her free hand while walking up the gravel driveway. When she got to the door, she pulled out her keys and made sure her car was locked. After hearing the reassuring beep, she walked inside.
"Dean, they didn't have apple, so I bought cherry instead!" She called out, and walked towards the kitchen. Her head lifted up, and she dropped the bags.
"Happy birthday Jazzy!" Dean and Bobby yelled when they saw her. Jasmine looked surprised, but she was happy.
"Awh, thanks guys. This is why I love you both!" She smiled and hugged them both.
"Anything for my favourite sister. Now, I say we break out the booze." Dean walked towards the fridge.
"I'm your ONLY sister." She wished Sam could have been there too.
In the morning, Jasmine woke up with a headache. She felt bile rising up her throat and rushed to the bathroom. She heaved into the toilet several times, wondering when this was going to stop.
"Welcome to the world of hangovers, where this is just the beginning."
She looked over and saw her oldest brother, Dean, leaning against the door frame.
"Yay, I'm finally 21. The joys of legal drinking."
"Don't get used to it sunshine. There's a job in Fairfield. Pack up, we're going to Cali."
They decided to take the Impala after a small argument. Dean just doesn't leave his baby behind, and he most certainly doesn't get driven around by "tiny little girls". He opened the trunk and Jasmine threw her bag in.
When they reached the highway, she pulled out her phone and headphones. Jasmine liked Dean's music, but she liked hers better.
Slowly, she began to forget the world around her. She remembered being younger, sitting in the back. Sam would sit with her, while Dean sat in shotgun and their father drove. John had always hesitated bringing her with them. He wanted to leave her with Bobby, but she was stubborn enough to go with them. There was no tearing her apart from her brothers.
Jasmine returned to reality, not ready for memories to resurface. She checked the map, and she was shocked, but excited to see Fairfield was close to Stanford. To Sam.
