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First Name: Jaime

Last Name: Winchester

Nickname: Jay

D.O.B: 13 December 1998

Height: 165 cm

Weight: 60 kg

Hair Colour: Naturally light brown, dyed dark red

Eye Colour: Green

Likes: Snickers, Linkin Park, sketching, annoying my brothers

Dislikes: All green food, reality TV shows, idiots that purposely go into haunted houses... don't they know what 'Haunted' means?


Chapter 1

"Jaime! Get your butt outta there!", I heard my brother, Dean banging on the bathroom door.

"Hold on!", I yelled back annoyed, "You impatient ass", I muttered to myself so he couldn't hear. I quickly dried myself off with a towel and pulled on my grey sweat pants and a black long sleeved fitted henley, my body still damp. Why did my brother have to be so annoying!

I unlocked the door and got out, "why do you have to be so impatient, I was only in there for like five minutes!", I yelled.

"I gotta pee!", he smirked, and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

I rolled my eyes and turned around to see Sam busily banging away on the laptop, lying on his bed.

"Find a job yet?", I asked, sitting on the other bed beside his as I dug through my duffel bag for a brush.

"Not yet", He huffed, not taking his eyes off the laptop screen.

"So day off tomorrow then!", I smiled, a little excited. We never had a day off but I knew it wouldn't happen. Something will come up.

We just finished a two week long hunt of werewolves. It was a pain trying to find them all since there was like a dozen going crazy on the streets. By the end, I was bleeding, Sam nearly got his head clawed off and Dean was pissed as hell. But we got the job done.

I started to braid my dyed dark crimson hair and my shoulder began to ache as I held it up. I had a five centimeter cut from some blonde chick that was a werewolf. She clawed right through me which Sam stitched up just hours ago.

Dean walked out of the bathroom drying his wet hands on the front of his jeans. "How you feeling?", he asked with a concerned face glancing at my shoulder.

"Fine", I lied, resisting the urge to hold my aching shoulder as I put it down after I finished braiding my hair.

Dean looked at me skeptical seeing my pained expression and kept staring at me.

I quickly looked away and reached out for my duffel bag on the floor to pack my brush away.

"What the hell is that!", Dean yelled, suddenly making me jump and Sam finally look up from the computer.

I looked up confused, "what?"

"Is that what I think it is?", He marched towards me and pulled me off the bed to face him.

"What the hell, Dean!", I yelled, holding my shoulder as the quick movement made it ache. What is he doing?

He gripped my wrist tightly and pulled up my sleeve to reveal the fresh black tattoo on my wrist. It was my mother's date of birth in roman numerals, written in dark black ink. Shit, he must have seen it when I reached out for my duffel. Screw you small clothing! What do you expect when were always on the road and can never go shopping?

"Is that a tattoo?", Sam asked, with an eyebrow raised as he got up and walked towards Dean and me.

"Yes Sammy, our little sister has a freaking tattoo!", Dean yelled, waving his arms around as he finally let go of my wrist and took a step back to face me, with his arms folded. He was beyond furious.

I knew they would eventually find out after I got it done but I thought it would at least take a while for me to be stupid enough to let it slip. I've been wearing long sleeves lately or my brown leathered watch to cover it up but I guess it just took me a week to forget about it. I've always wanted to get one as a way to remember my mum and I knew they'll never let me so I just got it done without them knowing when they were out investigating and I had to stay in the motel.

I stood there not really knowing what to say.

"Is that real? Because if it is Jaime I'm going to kick your ass", Dean yelled again, his jaw clenched and nostrils flared.

"No", I muttered, lying through my teeth as I looked down at my feet.

"Dean, calm down", Sam said, laying a hand on his brother's shoulder.

"No I'm not going to calm down Sam! We specifically told her she couldn't get one and she went and got one anyway!", he yelled, shrugging his brothers arm off.

"I'm sorry, I just really wanted a tattoo. I'm not a little kid anymore. I can make my own decisions...", I started to explain but I was cut off by my over-protective brother.

"You're only sixteen!", he retorted.

"Yeah, well what's done is done Dean. Stop being such a baby about it, it's not like I carved it into my skin with a knife or something. It's only a tattoo", I argued back, giving up on explaining myself as I crossed my arms trying to play tough.

Dean glared at me in shock and I knew I shouldn't have spoken back to him like that. "Only a tattoo", he chuckled angrily, rubbing the back of his neck, "You do realise it will never come off!"

"Yeah, that's kind of what a tattoo is", I huffed. Why is he so angry? It's my body, if I wanted to get a freaking tear drop tattoo on my face, then I could... not that I would.

"Jaime!", Dean yelled, raising his hand warning me to stop being a smart-ass as he took a threatening step forward. His jaw was clenched and by the look in his eyes, it looked like he wanted to pound me into the floor.

"Alright guys, that's enough", Sam warned, coming between us and pushed Dean away from me before he did something stupid.

Dean pushed Sam's hand off his chest and strode out of the motel, slamming the front door shut behind him.

I let out a deep breath of relief, glad that it was over but I knew it wasn't the end. I looked up to see Sam glaring at me with a disappointed look on his face.

"Why did you have to go and get that, Jaime", he said disappointed, shaking his head looking over at the closed door that Dean just stormed out of.

Dean always tends to do that. Walking out to cool off when he gets too angry. It's kind of annoying because you know when he comes back, there's going to be another lecture but then again it's a relief because at least he had a little time to cool off.

"Because I really wanted it", I mumbled, barely over a whisper.

He rolled his eyes, "Let me see", he said, walking towards me and I pulled my sleeve up and held out my wrist. He examined it, tracing the tattoo with his fingers. "It's mum's date of birth in roman numerals", he smiled, when he figured it out.

"Yeah... I just didn't want to forget her. It kills me inside that I never really got to know her", I said softly, looking down at my wrist as he let it go.

"You'll never forget her and you didn't need a tattoo to prove that", Sam replied, with a small smile on his face. I guess he was getting over the whole 'tattoo' thing. All there is now is Dean, the stubborn bastard.

"Yeah but common, it looks cool!", I grinned like a child, shoving my wrist in his face.

Sam chuckled, pushing my hand away and walked back to his laptop. "I have to find a case. I don't want to be stuck with a pissed off Dean all day tomorrow", he huffed, lying back on the bed and placing the laptop on his lap, typing away again.

"You think he'll get over it?", I asked, referring to the tattoo.

"I think you'll be put on gun cleaning duty", Sam replied.

"How long do you reckon?", I smirked, a light bulb lighting up in my brain.

He shrugged, still looking down at the laptop screen, "two weeks maybe"

"I say a month. Care to make a bet?", I said, walking to my brother.

Sam stared at me confused with an eyebrow raised.

"What? I gotta make my punishment interesting", I explained.

"Fine, twenty bucks says he'll make it two weeks"

"Come on Sammy, I'm a growing girl here. I need more than twenty bucks", I said, trying to convince him to raise the stakes. I really needed some new Chucks. The ones I have now are all ripped and stained with blood and mud. I wasted all my money on the tattoo and I had to pay even more to bribe the guy to get it done because I was under age. All I have left is thirty dollars.

Hunting isn't really a paying job so I make most of my money hustling in bars, when my brothers actually let me go. I always fool the dudes there when I play pool. I act like a stupid little girl that doesn't know what she's doing at the beginning, and let the guy win. Then I double the bet and kick the guy's ass.

"Who says you would win?", Sam asked, chuckling at my cockiness.

"Me. So how about fifty buckaroos?", I offered, putting out my hand so he could seal the deal.

Sam smiled, happy with the challenge and shook my hand.

"You just lost fifty big ones, Samantha", I smirked, walking towards the other bed.

Sam glared at me, "if you call me that again I'm going to tell Dean you were the one that broke the door handle on the Impala"

Crap, he got me there. If Dean finds out that was me, then I'll be on gun duty for the rest of the year! "Sammy it is", I muttered, and heard Sam chuckle because he won.

I turned off the light making the small motel room merge into darkness, Sam's face glowing from the light of the computer screen. I snuggled into bed, lying on my back so I wouldn't put any pressure on my injured shoulder. "Night, Sam", I muttered, as my eyelids began to go heavy and my aching muscles seemed to sooth.

"Night", Sam's response was the last thing I heard before blackness engulfed me.


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