Hey so this is the first fanfic I've actually published do I apologize if I made any mistake this is a supernatural fanfic in which Sam and Dean have a little sister named Holland Elizabeth Winchester I made changes from the show such as Mary died when Sam was six and dean was ten and Holly was a baby. Yes this is a sisfic so if you don't like sisfics nobody is breaking your arm to read it. Please leave reviews tell me what you like/dislike tell me what to improve and ill try to incorporate as many suggestions as possible, annnd so on with the fic
Holly:15 Dean:26 Sam:22
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for Holly and my OC's
CHAPTER ONE-
Its late, I'm not one-hundred percent sure on the time, but that much I know as we walk into yet another shady motel room.
Time, it's easy enough to think about even easier to drown your thoughts in.
As a matter of fact, its a helluva lot easier than thinking about tonight's earlier complications, and what I inevitably have coming.
Just a quick recap, a game highlight if you will.
There was a hunt tonight
My older brother Dean and I were tracking down a werewolf. Yup shocker, werewolves are real and so are ghosts, and demons, almost everything from your worst nightmares walk the streets and you people have no idea.
Anyways where was I? Oh right, fast forwarding a little, we found our Wolf man and per usual I was told to stay put.
But me being utterly me, I couldn't just sit back through the turn of events. . .Not this time.
Everything was going according to plan, Aces actually.
We didn't plan on a third wolf.
Faster than I could blink it was on top of Dean, jaws snapping inches from his face.
I emerged from my 'observation' point and unloaded my clip into it, hoping by a strange twist of fate that at least one bullet made it to the heart.
But with my luck, no dice.
The fugly overgrown dog lunged at me, but firing my gun had managed to distract it long enough for Dean to get up and recover,shooting it straight in the heart.
As always right on mark, Daddy's perfect solider. I roll my eyes at the thought
The ride back to the motel was enveloped in pure silence. Not even the radio could ease the tension looming in the air, the tension thats still present right now.
Ever since the day my other older brother Sam had left for college, nearly four years ago, I had become Dean's new hunting partner. Yay me.
Although Dean's perspective on the matter at hand is much different.
According to him I'm just a kid incapable of backing him up.
While part of me understands completely, I'm only fifth teen, but I've been training since I was seven and I'm pretty damn good if I had to say so myself,
In my opinion I think I'm the best option to watch his back. I mean I learned everything from him, from tying shoes to exorcising demons.
Regardless Dean is pissed, which in turn pisses me off. He has no right to be angry, I just saved his ass.
So. . .here we are, shady motel remember.
I'm currently waiting for the inevitable fight to happen which isn't so uncommon.
I'll never say it out loud but I'm just like dean in the departments of sarcasm, stubbornness, devastatingly good looks, and refusal to back down from a fight. Plus throw a bit of Sam's rebelliousness in me I'm a dangerous combo of both my brothers. While this comes in handy at times it also makes fights a hundred times more complicated then they need to be.
But what can I say? I'm pure Winchester, it comes with the territory.
He we go. . . I drop my duffel of all my life's belongings, on the bed and sit down waiting for what I my friends like to call "hurricane" Dean.
I look to where he's standing, he's glaring and not saying a word as he takes off his worn in leather jacket and tosses it on the back of a chair.
I watch him carefully, getting a read on his mood. His jaw is clenched and he crosses his arms across his chest sending me the complete "dad" look. Yup, pissed.
I return the glare and mirror him crossing my arms over my chest. For a moment we just stare little Sister to Older Brother, my light green eyes into his emerald green eyes, one waiting for the other to inevitably break.
It stays dead silent, the tension in the air is so thick it can be cut with a butter knife.
It's getting to be too much, I can't take it.
"Are you just going to glare all night or can we get a move on with this?" I ask in a bored tone raising my eyebrow at him.
I instantly regret it. He sends me a look that almost mirrors our father perfectly, a look that makes me feel even more the adolescent than I am.
"Alright kiddo, you want to get this over with" he says in an eerily calm voice, the kind he uses when he's really angry. . .Great.
"Lets start with what the hell were you thinking Holly! You could've gotten yourself killed!" he yells taking a few steps closer to the bed but keeping a distance.
"What was I thinking Dean? If it isn't obvious enough I was thinking that thing was going to tear you to pieces if I didn't do something! Why the hell are you so mad! I just saved your ass like it or not I'm your hunting partner shit happens!" I counter
"Why am I mad" He scoffs
"Yeah" I nodded "what did I do to tick off the almighty Dean this time! Besides keep him from being puppy chow!" I yell exasperated
"What did you do! You talk about me being torn to pieces what do you think would've happened to you! You're a kid, you're only fifth teen years old Holly and with what you pulled tonight I don't think I want you watching my back!" He yells
His words hurt I should just leave it alone, but I'm not done yet. He crossed a major line. I walk over and look up, I'm not necessarily short at 5'6 but my brothers are just freakishly tall.
"If Sam were here he would've done the same thing and you wouldn't have said a fucking word to him about it! Like it or not Sam's off in bumfucking normalville living the apple pie life and Dad is god knows where! I'm all you've got!" I point out.
"Yeah well he's gone and never coming back. Besides you're no where close to being Sam!" Dean yells getting increasingly angry by the minute.
"I hate you. You're not Dad!" As soon as the words left my mouth instant regret hit.
Dean practically raised me along with Sam and no matter how hard I tried I could never hate him he's my brother.
I instantly slap my hand over my mouth, as if it would prevent what was just said from being blurted out.
I know those words stung.
He finally makes a move to grab his jacket and keys and storms towards the door pulling it open.
"Dean! I'm Sorry." I call, as he's halfway out. He pauses for a slight second before slamming the door behind him.
I let out a frustrated sigh and flop down on the lumpy bed.
God that was so stupid of me, it's basically like I just slapped him in the face.
I know he's just going to blow off steam, probably going to a bar to get drunk.
I waited for hours, all my calls to Dean rejected and text messages unanswered.
I'm way passed worried I'm yet again pissed, so I decide to stop my worrying and go to bed, he should be back with a major hangover in the morning. . . He always is
Authors note:
So tell me what you think leave reviews, Sam should be coming in pretty soon. Ill try to get up the next chapter by Friday the real life monster called school is kicking my ass