What if Sam and Dean had a younger sister? What if that sister was strong on the outside, but weak and fragile on the inside? The answer to these questions wait below.
And another thing; I OWN NOTHING! Well except for Jackie Winchester and her likeness!
Dean: 23
Sam: 19
Jackie: 17
I shoot up in bed when I hear a loud clatter in the kitchen downstairs.
My roommate Jared snorts from his place on the couch in the corner.
I creep out of bed slowly, reaching for the bat I have beneath our bed.
I slide stealthily down the stairs, peering into the dark kitchen.
A lone figure with tattered, wind-blown hair that reached their shoulders stood in the kitchen, dressed in a long black hoodie, dirty skinny jeans, and scuffed black boots with a chain that shines in the dim moon light.
My muscles tense as I close in on the unwitting trespasser.
Just when I was about to bash the bat over the person's head, they whirl around.
I hardly recognize the face beneath fresh gashes that still shine red with blood.
"J-Jackie?" I stutter out in disbelief.
My younger sister nods.
"That's my name, don't wear it out." She jokes hoarsely.
"What are you doing here?" I ask.
"I came to see my favorite brother. Besides, I needed a break from dad and Dean. They're driving me nuts." Jackie laughs, making the cut on her lips crack open wider.
"What happened?"
"Oh, you know, hunting." She says lamely.
I can tell she's lying, but decide to let it go.
"Can I get a hug?" She asks, opening her arms, awaiting a hug.
I let the bat clatter to the floor as I embrace my battered sister.
She hugs me back, sniffling as she tries to fight back tears.
We stand there for a few moments, just breathing in each other's warmth, when the kitchen lights flip on.
We release each other and turn to see Jared standing there, wearing a pervy grin covered by his sloppy black hair.
"Who's that Sam?" He asks, scoping out my sister with hungry eyes.
"This is my sister Jacqueline. Jackie, this is my roomie Jared." I introduce the two.
"Oh yeah, Sam mentioned you before, but he never said that you were this sexy." Jared smirks.
A smile crosses Jackie's busted lips.
I slap my friend's arm and place a protective arm around my sister.
"So, are you looking for a place to crash? We've been looking for a new roomie lately." Jared asks.
"No it's ok. I just came to see my older brother." She assures Jared, but I can see distress in her eyes. There's something wrong.
"Are you sure? We've got plenty of-" Jackie holds up a hand to silence me.
"It's ok bro, I'll just call you tomorrow, no biggie. I gotta study for a biology test anyway. Like I said, I just came to check in on my favorite brother." She says, heading for the door.
"Wait, Jackie, you don't have my cell number." I call after her.
"458-876-9098, right? Then there's 786-879-6544 and 312-789-0989." She replies, tugging the door open and walking out.
I stare at the door as it closes behind her.
With a shrug, I go back to bed, thinking about the strange visit.
"Dude, your sister is friggin hot! How old is she anyway?" Jared asks, following me upstairs.
"Dude, she's only seventeen. Stop being a pedophile." I joke, entering my room quickly before he has a chance to comment on my sister's age.
I hope to see my sister soon but its months before I actually get to see her again.
2 months later
It is 9:00 as I lay in bed, thinking about my test that I have coming up, when my cell phone began vibrating on the bedside table.
I yawn and get up to answer it.
"Hello?" I mumble into the phone.
"Sam? Listen can you meet me at that coffee place downtown called the Daily Grind? I would've called dad, or Dean but I can't talk to them about this." Jackie's nervous tear-streaked voice occupies the other end.
"Yeah sure. I'll be there in ten." I reply, already throwing on my Stanford hoodie and racing down the stairs of my apartment.
"Thanks Sammy, I love you." Jackie hiccups
"You too." I answer back, grabbing the keys to my silver pick-up truck.
I close the door to the apartment behind me before climbing into my car and racing to the Daily Grind.
I spot my sister's neon red dirt bike almost immediately and stop the car, parking it right next to it.
I stroll inside, finding my sister almost as easily as I found her bike.
I take a seat in front of her.
"Hey Sam." She greets wearily.
"Hey Jackie." I reply with a tight smile.
She is wearing a black leather trench coat over a dirty jean jacket and long, dark charcoal tee. She is wearing those same scuffed up boots that she had on the last time that I saw her, along with a pair of light grey leggings.
Her face is hidden by her tangled hair, cut short in a pixie bob that crops her face, but I can still see the fresh bruises.
My muscles tense.
"Hey relax, will you? It's not as bad as it looks." She fakes a smile.
She puts a hand on my extended forearm, making her sleeves lift up, revealing hand marks around her wrists.
I grab her arm.
"Who did this to you?" I all but growl.
She fails to snatch her wrists back from my grasp.
"No one Sam, just some rough sex gone wrong alright?" Jackie lies.
"What about the bruises on your face Jackie?"
Jackie sighs and tries desperately to avoid my gaze.
"Look at me dammit!" I exclaim, slamming my fists on the table.
A couple looks up from their books and glance over at us.
Jackie startles and jumps back in fear.
I sigh.
"I'm sorry; I just want to know what happened to you Jack-Jack."
"Nothing Sam! We were on another hunting trip." She says shakily.
"I know when you're lying to me Jacqueline." I reply, anger bubbling inside of me like bile.
Jackie sighs and spills the gritty details.
"I've been seeing this guy lately, right? I mean at first our relationship started out sweet. We would go out on little dinner dates and he'd buy me presents. But then when we started sleeping together, he started becoming really aggressive and mean. And then when I came to high school with him, he started stalking me and following me everywhere. He didn't let me talk to any of my guy friends like Pierce or Jack, and if I did, he would yell and scream and curse at me. After that, I broke it off with him. He didn't take it very well when I started dating my friend Brandon, and he stalked me after class, harassing me and calling me a slut. I told him to screw off and he grabbed me by my hair and dragged me to his car. Once we got into the car, he just started wailing on me, just punching me over and over. He even cut me a few times when he hit me with his ring hand. That was the night that I went over to your place. When I got back to the school, Brandon broke it off with me, and the other guy just latched himself back onto me. And he became 10xs more possessive, and he wouldn't let me talk to anyone. He didn't even let me call any of my family members. That's why it's been so long that I've talked to you. Anyway, he caught me talking to Pierce, and he-" Tears filled Jackie's eyes and throat, and soon she was sobbing.
I rub my sister's arm.
"What did he do?" I ask.
"He beat me Sam, and then he, Jesus Christ, please don't hate me!" My younger sister sobs, resting her head on the table.
I pat her head and make soothing noises.
"I could never hate you." I assure her.
"He raped me Sam. That's why I have those hand marks around my wrists." Jackie cries.
My world begins to spin faster and faster, and I feeling nauseated by the range of emotions that I feel racing through my brain; anger, fear, hurt, and empathy are a few of the major ones.
"When?" I ask.
"Last night." My sister replies.
I feel the wind fly from my throat as I make my way over to where my sister sits.
I drape an arm over her shoulders and let her cry into my hoodie.
We sit like this for an hour or two, before we are kicked out by the owner.
"Jackie, you're coming to live with me alright? I'll enroll you in one of the schools here and then when you graduate next month you can come to Stanford with me. I won't let anything bad happen to you here." I whisper into my sister's mangled hair.
She glances up at me.
"Sam I can't." She says, grabbing her bag up from the floor.
"Why not?" I follow her as she exits the coffee shop.
"I can't even think about what would happen if he found out that I was living with you Sam. He'd beat the shit out of you! And I know that you just got done building a life for yourself here in California. I wouldn't want to mess that up for you." Jackie mumbles, trying and failing to start up her dirt bike.
"Dammit!" She groans, kicking the front tire.
I sigh and lift the bike into the truck bed.
"You're staying with me and Jared and that is final Jackie! I'm not going to let my baby sister get beat up and raped if there's anything that I can do about it." I said, exasperated.
Jackie's eyes filled with tears and she embraced me, sobbing into my damp sweatshirt.
"Thank you." She choked out, letting me go and getting into the truck.
My stomach stopped doing flip-flops and my head stopped spinning as I entered the truck, fixated on protecting my baby sister.
