Hi! This is my first Supernatural fanfiction :) and yes, it is a sisfic. The plan for this is it will be a collection of one-shot type stories. Some will go along with the episodes as I watch them and can figure out a way to incorporate the sister in, others will be my own adventures. If it goes a long with the episodes I will be sure to label what episode it is! The POV's will alternate between Sam, Dean, and the sister.

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I hope you enjoy the first chapter! :)


Episode: 2x1 (Part 1)


Dean

"Hello? Hello!"

I hear a familiar girl's voice scream down the hospital hallway. I start to walk in the direction of the noise. Maybe they will be able to tell me more information about what is going on.

"Hello? Why can't anyone hear me?!"

The familiar pain and rising anger in the voice is unmistakable for my little sister.

"Em?" I call picking up my pace.

"Has anyone seen my brothers? Hello?" She gives a defeated sigh that sounds like a small sob.

"Emily!" I yell, my voice bouncing off of the walls.

"Dean?"

Her petite body appearing in the middle of the hallway. She is wearing the same light green colored pants and white shirt that I am. She whips her head to either side, when she spots me running towards her, her face softens to slightly less panic.

She wraps her arms around my torso burying her face into my chest. Emily looks up at me with those eyes that are a weird combination of mine and Sam's, her eyes are red and cheeks stained with tears.

"Hey," I say softly, grabbing her face in my hands, "No tears, okay? We're going to get out of this just like we always do."

I wipe the rest of her tears away with my thumbs. She pulls away, her face turning a slight shade of red, she wipes the rest of the tears off of her cheeks. Hoping to show no sign of crying at all. After all one of the number one rules Dad taught us about hunting is control your emotions as best a you can, so you don't make any stupid decisions.

"I know," She admits, embarrassed, "They were just frustrated tears that's all. Dean, what's going on?"

"Have you ever heard of an out of body experience, Em?"

"Yeah, but I didn't think they were real." She says brushing a piece of her brown hair behind her ears.

"Seriously, Em? We were just hunting that yellow-eyed demon not too long ago, of course something like this can be real."

There is a sudden burst of commotion at the end of the hallway; beeping, doctors rushing around, people yelling.

"Help! I need some help here!" Sam yells from where the commotion is.

"Sammy!" I yell, forgetting he can't hear me, "Em stay here." I tell her before running off down the hallway.

"To hell I am, Dean!" She yells back, quickly closing the gap between us.

"I should have figured that." I mutter.

Emily can be just as stubborn as I am, and I hate it, every last bit of it. I never wanted her to get started into all of this hunting, but she knows how to manipulate Dad to the point he's putty in her hands and she can get whatever she wants.

"Why can't I do what Thammy and Dean do?" She would say with that lisp, she had until she was ten. Dad would give her some excuse about her safety. Then, she would pout her bottom lip and bat her big eyelashes and before I knew it she was out on the field with us learning how to shoot a gun.


Emily

Dean and I stop at the doorway of a hospital room that turns out to be mine. There are wires connected to my chest, tubes in my nose and mouth, machines beeping- one in particular making the sound that I am flat lining, and a group of Doctors using the paddles on my chest.

Sam stands in the doorway, a few cuts are scattered along his face and he is still in the same bloodied clothes he wore when we left the motel. His eyes glistening with tears that could break any second.

"Come on, Em." He says quietly.

I suddenly a flashback of Sam and me in a motel in Michigan.

Dad and Dean were outside making sure all of the equipment was set before the next hunt. Sam was 16 and I was nine.

"Emmy, come here." He called, sitting down on the end of one of the beds.

I walked over and he pulled me up onto his lap, kissing the top of my head.

"Em, Dad said once you start coming on hunts with us, you're my responsibility. You know how Dean and I have special codes for things?" He asked.

I shook my head vigorously in agreement, remembering the weird statements and phrases Dean and Sam would throw at each other while Dad was out.

"Well, when you come out with Dad, Dean and I and we are together I want you to squeeze my hand twice. That way I know you're okay. Okay?"

"Okay, Thammy." I said.

I can't count how many times that has actually worked for us. Dean and dad would go ahead to the more difficult aspects of the hunt. I would stay by Sam's side, my hand in his the entire time, occasionally letting him now I was okay when the situation started to get tricky.

I step next to Sam sliding my hand in his.

"Alright, psychic boy let's see if your talents are more, then just visions." I mutter, before squeezing his hand twice.

I silently laugh realizing how that statement could have easily come out of Dean's mouth.

His head snaps down to me, or what should be me if he could see me.

"Emily?" He says, breathlessly.

"I'm okay, Sam." I tell him.

"Hey!" Dean yells, "Get away from my sister!"

My head snaps up and I see Dean approaching my bed slowly eyeing the strange ghost looking thing hovering over my bed. Dean reaches for it, and grabs onto the arm that is reaching down towards my face. The ghost disappears into thin air and my heart monitor starts to beat regularly again.

The doctors all start to breath easier and one of the nurses checks some information on the monitors.

"Everything reads normal." She says.

Sam breaths a sigh of relief and runs a hand through his hair before leaving. Dean runs his hands over his face and meets me in the hallway.

"Dean, what the hell is that?"

"I don't know, Emily. I'm working on it." He tells me.

We walk down the hallway and hear Sam and dad's voice erupting from one of the rooms.

"Dean and Emily are dying and you're not going to do anything?"

"There is nothing we can do Sam."

"Nothing you can do? You don't have any contacts? I found that faith healer for Dean, and he cured everything."

"Sam, the damage for both of them is so severe."

"Hey!" Dean yells.

"Dean would do anything for you Dad. And, Emmy, your little girl, you're just going to let her die and not try anything?"

The pain in Sam's voice when he calls me Emmy tears right through me. Sam called me Emmy when we were younger, or like right now when he's nervous or upset. The look I catch Dean give me out of the corner of my eye, lets me know he caught that as well.

"Sam you got to trust me." Dad says.

"Guys!" Dean interjects again.

"Trust you," Sam scoffs, "Because all of those times we needed you; when Dean was dying, Em got kidnapped, we could trust you to help us. You're being a real ass Dad."

"Hey!" Dean yells knocking a glass of water off of the table next to Dad's bed.

All of the yelling stops and all eyes fall on the water now spilt on the floor.

"Woa!" Dean and I say in unison.

He and I walk back into the hall leaving Sam with Dad.

"Did he just call you Emmy?" Dean asks, raising his eyebrow.

"Mmhmm." I shake my head.

"When was the last time he did that?"

"A few years at least." I say, fiddling with the hospital bracelet on my wrist.

Sam appears not to long after and throws his fist angrily into the wall.

"Geeze, Sam." Dean and I say in unison again, knowing the anger that was pent up in that punch.

That's the one thing about Dean and me, I am practically a copy of him. I've picked up all of his bad traits and his good. There's been times I've been called "Little Dean" because of how much we are alike. I can be just as stubborn as him, but if you mess with my family you won't see the light of day again. He and I can be each other's worst enemy's one second, best friends the next. But, I know when it comes down to it, I'm his baby sister and he'd protect me to the ends of the earth.

"Hello? Why can't anyone hear me?" A voice rings out down the hall.

Dean spins around in the direction of the voice trying to see if we can see anything. I keep my eyes on Sam who is walking down the hallway again; back to my room maybe?

"Hello? Hello?"

"I'm going to check that out. Yo-"

"I'm gonna watch Sam." I interrupt him.

Dean pats my shoulder before heading down the hallway.

"Emily," His gruff voice calls, "Be careful."

"I learned from the best, Dean." I remind him, before he disappears around the corner.

I walk up to the room Sam disappeared to, and see him standing next to a hospital bed. As he moves away, I see Dean lying in the bed; the same wires and tubes placed all over his body like the vision I saw of myself earlier.

"I'm getting you out of this Dean. I don't care what excuses Dad is going to give. I'm not leaving here until you and Emily are awake again. God," he breathes, "I'm the worst brother ever. What I would give to have you both back."

"You will Sam. We're Winchesters, we don't give up." I say leaning up against the door frame, "Now if only you could hear us it would make this a lot easier."


I hope you liked the first chapter! :) Comments, questions, concerns always welcome! Check out my tumblr also joshuaryan-hutch . If you want to know anything immediately! I will be posting part 2 asap! :)

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