This is a story about an underaged girl popping into the Winchesters' life. I have really enjoyed writing these and really don't mind if nobody reads them. I just love to write about the boys!But feel free to leave a review! Rated M for Mature for later content.
I Don't own the Winchester boys, but would LOVE to!
"Those were some damn good burgers, Sam." Dean burped out. Sam agreed, they were good, but he had other things to worry about. The Winchester boys had settled in a three bed-roomed apartment in some small town in Mississippi. And they had no way of paying rent this month.
I wished we had parked closer Sam thought. He was tired and just wanted to go home and peacefully be whisked away into some deep slumber. Their new apartment was perfect for the two of them, a little more room than they needed, but still cozy.God, I can't walk any further. Dean is just gonna have to pick me up here.
"Hey Dean, can you-" But he was cut off by noises he knew way too well. He heard clashing, metal against metal scraping, and….A voice. He knew what he was hearing wasn't true-but it was. "Come on you evil bastards!Is that all you got? Surprised you ain't in Perg yet!" It was a little girl. Little gruff for one, but all the same. "Come on Sammy!Wake the hell up!" Dean shook Sam out of his thoughts and was off in an instant into the alley that was the source of the as soon as Sam dashed into the alley, he wished he hadn't. Because it would change all three of their lives.
It was the first time he saw her- With her gorgeous long, curly, brown hair. He was right about her age, sixteen or so, and she was beautiful. God, was she beautiful. Even with blood spattered all on her face, clothes, and dagger. She was the one single most perfect existence on the whole planet.
Dean was first on the scene. He grabbed the pistol that he kept in his jacket pocket and shot the leviathan in the head to stun it. He then went and grabbed her knife (Out of her hand, which Sam thought to be quite rude..But considering their situation it would probably slide.) and sliced through its head with ease.
"Hey, get your own damn levi, this ones mine!And gimme my knife!" She spoke with a thick, smooth southern accent. It fit her though with her tanned skin (That he could tell in the was around 11:30 or so..) "Sorry, I should be more Polite. Hi, my name is India. Yours?"
"Dean and Sam Winchester. You're welcome sweetheart." Dean said sarcastically. Sam knew he was too, smitten by the young hunter.
"Well, Sam, do you talk?" She glanced over at him.
"U-uh…Yeah a little.." He managed a smirk. Dammit! I'm retarded! And she probably thinks that too! He thought. But wow…India. That was the perfect name for her. Gentle sounding, but fierce.
"Hah, me too. Anyway I should be going. I gotta see about this." She looked down at her wounds. Sam didn't notice them at first, but they were bad. She had an arrow sticking out of her right forearm and a massive gash on her left thigh. He was surprised that she wasn't crying from the pain. Because he knows he would have been.
"There's no way you can survive from those if they get infected. You need to come with us and we'll fix you up. C'mon."
"Whoa, slow your roll, there pal. I just met y'all and you want me to go home with you? I don't think so." She obviously was careful of who she trusted. But there was no way she wasn't going home with them.
"You can trust us," Sam finally spoke up," I mean we're obviously hunters, too. And we….'ya know….Gotta stick together. We parked just up the road a 'bit and Dean can pick us up here.' Sam was still exhausted and was glad he had an excuse not to walk all the way to the car.
"Dammit…," She whispered under her breath. "Fine. But hurry, the adrenaline is starting to wear off and this hurts like hell." She was bleeding badly now from her thigh gash and needed attention.
"' back in a sec." Dean said as he started jogging off. Wow. He must really like her if he's jogging. Sam gestured to the stoop right behind India. She needed to get off her leg. And Sam just wanted to get off his.
"Alright, I guess you wanna know 'bout me before I get into your car, huh? Okay. I'm India, as previously stated, I'm fourteen and I'm a hunter."
" 're fourteen? I thought you were like…Sixteen." Sam suddenly got discouraged. She's way too young. That's illegal. Wait, why does that matter? Most of the things Dean and I do are illegal anyway. Maybe this could work….
"Yeah, I know. I get that a lot. Well, used too. I don't talk to many folks nowadays. 'Ya know being a hunter in all."
" How long? I mean being a hunter?I mean dammit…How. Long. Have. You. Been. A. Hunter.?" Sam fumbled over his words. He couldn't help it. And besides, being so close to her wasn't helping. He felt his manhood growing inside his jeans. Dean needed to hurry up.
"Well. Let's see…Since I was eight. So it's just been six years of my life. No bigs." She said almost happy with her achievement. But Sam knew she couldn't be happy with that. She had given up her childhood much sooner than he did and that made him angry. She was just a kid. She deserved being able to go out with her friends, going to movies with boyfriends, she deserved just being.. Un-responsible for her life or countless others.
"I'm sorry. What started it? I mean your career? Mine started with my mother's and girlfriend's death."
" Whoa.I'm sorry. My Mom, Dad, and little Brother and Sister. But I still have a Big brother who's out .." She said this all so sincerely that it made Sam's Heart drop. She should have never had to go through that. But there was nothing anybody could do to fix that..He was just about to ask her about her brother's whereabouts when Dean pulled up
"Get in, Pussys. Oh, I mean bitches. Dammit! Y'all just get in." Dean stammered.
"Classy 'Ole Dean for 'ya." Sam and India laughed.
"Nice ones, Dean!" India yelled after him. She was already fitting in with the brothers.
"Bitches sit in the back." Dean joked. Not very funny, but none of his jokes were, but all the same they were jokes.
"Than why are you driving?" India joked back.
"Damn. You have better comebacks than Sammy Boy. Don't she Sam?"
"A hell of a lot better than yours, anyway!" Sam got in the back with India to help to slow the bleeding. It didn't look good, but still manageable. Shit, shit, shit. Please don't get a boner while helping her with her wounds. That's just gross and she'll probably think I'm into weird shit. Don't Get a boner. Shit, shit, shit!
Finally they arrived at their apartment building. Luckily, it was pretty late so no one saw them carry India inside. She'd passed out from pain in the car. Dean was going to be pissed about the blood on the seats.
They put her on Sam's bed. Which didn't do anything for Sam's erection. Just thinking of her on his bed made him twitch. She would be fine in the morning, just sore. Sam patched up her gash on her upper thigh (He managed to hide his massive boner under his jacket) which required her to pull up her already really short shorts.
"Sammy, take a break. I'll watch her. Really, go wash up. You're a bloody mess." Dean insisted. But Sam knew he just wanted to be alone with her. Which was not going to happen.
"No, I'm fine. I wanna stay and watch her. Go make breakfast 'cause you know she's gonna be hungry."
"Fine." Dean pouted out of Sam's bedroom. She awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs, and knowing Dean, they were burnt.
""Morning, sunshine. How 'ya feeling?" Sam looked worried, and he was. He didn't want her in any pain.
"Fine. Is that bacon?" She nearly jumped out of bed. Damn! She's tough. She must be one hell of a hunter. Oh my god. Her ass is perfectly rounded- Stop! She is under aged! I can't think about her like that. But he could already feel his friend below his belt start to rise.
"Oh my gosh, I am starving! There's the bacon." She grabbed a couple of pieces of burnt bacon.
" Hold on there little miss greedy pants. There's got to be enough for everyone.' He joked.
"I ain't no ''Lil miss nothin'. I'm just hungry." She said with a little attitude.
Sam finally joined the two in the kitchen. "India, when's the last time you've eaten?" Sam asked, concerned.
"What's today? Saturday?Um…Four days." She answered, straight faced.
"Okay, you can have all the bacon." Dean said as he scooped the remaining pieces onto her plate.
Sam and Dean watched her as she ate, shoveling food into her mouth but without looking unladylike. Which was weird to the two of them because she didn't seem like one to have excellent table manners, but she did. She is even perfect when she eats. He let his mind wander. Her lips- perfect. Her hair- perfect. Her face- indescribable. If only Dean would leave. I could seduce her into…..And he went full on erect.
"Hey Sam, What do you think-" Then she looked down. And looked away, embarrassed.
"Sammy, looks like you got a visitor. Might wanna go take care of that." Dean chuckled. Sam's face turned bright red as he rushed away.
"Um..Yea. Excuse me." He ran to the bathroom and ran his hand down his stomach. He couldn't help it. There was just something about her. He slipped his hand into his pants and stroked what Dean called his "visitor". He flopped his cock out and started jerking himself. He started at the base and slowly jerked it upward. He thought about her the whole time, with her gorgeous bedhead hair and her perfect ass. He gained speed when he thought of her in his bed, only this time-with him. He came and cleaned himself up and then went to his room to deal with the embarrassment.
But she was sitting on his bed when he arrived in his room. She patted the spot next to her for him to sit down and talk.
"You okay?" She asked. She looked concerned for Sam's well being even though he had just jacked off to her.
"Yeah, I am so sorry about that. It didn't mean anything-" She interrupted.
"It doesn't matter. Dean and I got into a….argument." She said sheepishly.
"What? About what?" He sounded angry. If Dean did anything to hurt her he would kill him.
"He was making fun of you and stuff. I guess trying to impress me. He was calling you 'Sexy Sammy' and 'Horny Hound". He sounded like he was in middle school. So I yelled at him and called him a Dick..So I guess you could say we are the bestest of friends now." She tattled to Sam. What? She stood up for me? I can't believe this..She cares!No, stupid, don't be crazy. There's no way she'd like me.
"Thanks for standing up for me. Sorry that happned."
"Its fine." She leaned over and kissed Sam gently on the cheek and then lied back on the bed. "I'm exhausted. If y'all don't have a case or anything I can help on, I guess I'll take a it fine I crash here?" She asked Sam. He couldn't have been more excited. She had just kissed him. Okay, not on the lips, but still. There was chemistry between them.
"Yeah, actually I'm pretty burnt out myself. Care if I join you?" Sam asked and as soon as he did, he wished he hadn't.
"Sure, it's your bed after all." And they slept together. "Those were some damn good burgers, Sam." Dean burped out. Sam agreed, they were good, but he had other things to worry about. The Winchester boys had settled in a three bed-roomed apartment on the more quiet side of town. And they had no way of paying rent this month.
I wished we had parked closer Sam thought. He was tired and just wanted to go home and peacefully be whisked away into some deep slumber. Their new apartment was perfect for the two of them, a little more room than they needed, but still cozy.God, I can't walk any further. Dean is just gonna have to pick me up here.
"Hey Dean, can you-" But he was cut off by noises he knew way too well. He heard clashing, metal against metal scraping, and….A voice. He knew what he was hearing wasn't true-but it was. "Come on you evil bastards!Is that all you got? Surprised you ain't in Perg yet!" It was a little girl. Little gruff for one, but all the same. "Come on Sammy!Wake the hell up!" Dean shook Sam out of his thoughts and was off in an instant into the alley that was the source of the as soon as Sam dashed into the alley, he wished he hadn't. Because it would change all three of their lives.
It was the first time he saw her- With her gorgeous long, curly, brown hair. He was right about her age, sixteen or so, and she was beautiful. God, was she beautiful. Even with blood spattered all on her face, clothes, and dagger. She was the one single most perfect existence on the whole planet.
Dean was first on the scene. He grabbed the pistol that he kept in his jacket pocket and shot the leviathan in the head to stun it. He then went and grabbed her knife (Out of her hand, which Sam thought to be quite rude..But considering their situation it would probably slide.) and sliced through its head with ease.
"Hey, get your own damn levi, this ones mine!And gimme my knife!" She spoke with a thick, smooth southern accent. It fit her though with her tanned skin (That he could tell in the was around 11:30 or so..) "Sorry, I should be more Polite. Hi, my name is India. Yours?"
"Dean and Sam Winchester. You're welcome sweetheart." Dean said sarcastically. Sam knew he was too, smitten by the young hunter.
"Well, Sam, do you talk?" She glanced over at him.
"U-uh…Yeah a little.." He managed a smirk. Dammit! I'm retarded! And she probably thinks that too! He thought. But wow…India. That was the perfect name for her. Gentle sounding, but fierce.
"Hah, me too. Anyway I should be going. I gotta see about this." She looked down at her wounds. Sam didn't notice them at first, but they were bad. She had an arrow sticking out of her right forearm and a massive gash on her left thigh. He was surprised that she wasn't crying from the pain. Because he knows he would have been.
"There's no way you can survive from those if they get infected. You need to come with us and we'll fix you up. C'mon."
"Whoa, slow your roll, there pal. I just met y'all and you want me to go home with you? I don't think so." She obviously was careful of who she trusted. But there was no way she wasn't going home with them.
"You can trust us," Sam finally spoke up," I mean we're obviously hunters, too. And we….'ya know….Gotta stick together. We parked just up the road a 'bit and Dean can pick us up here.' Sam was still exhausted and was glad he had an excuse not to walk all the way to the car.
"Dammit…," She whispered under her breath. "Fine. But hurry, the adrenaline is starting to wear off and this hurts like hell." She was bleeding badly now from her thigh gash and needed attention.
"' back in a sec." Dean said as he started jogging off. Wow. He must really like her if he's jogging. Sam gestured to the stoop right behind India. She needed to get off her leg. And Sam just wanted to get off his.
"Alright, I guess you wanna know 'bout me before I get into your car, huh? Okay. I'm India, as previously stated, I'm fourteen and I'm a hunter."
" 're fourteen? I thought you were like…Sixteen." Sam suddenly got discouraged. She's way too young. That's illegal. Wait, why does that matter? Most of the things Dean and I do are illegal anyway. Maybe this could work….
"Yeah, I know. I get that a lot. Well, used too. I don't talk to many folks nowadays. 'Ya know being a hunter in all."
" How long? I mean being a hunter?I mean dammit…How. Long. Have. You. Been. A. Hunter.?" Sam fumbled over his words. He couldn't help it. And besides, being so close to her wasn't helping. He felt his manhood growing inside his jeans. Dean needed to hurry up.
"Well. Let's see…Since I was eight. So it's just been six years of my life. No bigs." She said almost happy with her achievement. But Sam knew she couldn't be happy with that. She had given up her childhood much sooner than he did and that made him angry. She was just a kid. She deserved being able to go out with her friends, going to movies with boyfriends, she deserved just being.. Un-responsible for her life or countless others.
"I'm sorry. What started it? I mean your career? Mine started with my mother's and girlfriend's death."
" Whoa.I'm sorry. My Mom, Dad, and little Brother and Sister. But I still have a Big brother who's out .." She said this all so sincerely that it made Sam's Heart drop. She should have never had to go through that. But there was nothing anybody could do to fix that..He was just about to ask her about her brother's whereabouts when Dean pulled up
"Get in, Pussys. Oh, I mean bitches. Dammit! Y'all just get in." Dean stammered.
"Classy 'Ole Dean for 'ya." Sam and India laughed.
"Nice ones, Dean!" India yelled after him. She was already fitting in with the brothers.
"Bitches sit in the back." Dean joked. Not very funny, but none of his jokes were, but all the same they were jokes.
"Than why are you driving?" India joked back.
"Damn. You have better comebacks than Sammy Boy. Don't she Sam?"
"A hell of a lot better than yours, anyway!" Sam got in the back with India to help to slow the bleeding. It didn't look good, but still manageable. Shit, shit, shit. Please don't get a boner while helping her with her wounds. That's just gross and she'll probably think I'm into weird shit. Don't Get a boner. Shit, shit, shit!
Finally they arrived at their apartment building. Luckily, it was pretty late so no one saw them carry India inside. She'd passed out from pain in the car. Dean was going to be pissed about the blood on the seats.
They put her on Sam's bed. Which didn't do anything for Sam's erection. Just thinking of her on his bed made him twitch. She would be fine in the morning, just sore. Sam patched up her gash on her upper thigh (He managed to hide his massive boner under his jacket) which required her to pull up her already really short shorts.
"Sammy, take a break. I'll watch her. Really, go wash up. You're a bloody mess." Dean insisted. But Sam knew he just wanted to be alone with her. Which was not going to happen.
"No, I'm fine. I wanna stay and watch her. Go make breakfast 'cause you know she's gonna be hungry."
"Fine." Dean pouted out of Sam's bedroom. She awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs, and knowing Dean, they were burnt.
""Morning, sunshine. How 'ya feeling?" Sam looked worried, and he was. He didn't want her in any pain.
"Fine. Is that bacon?" She nearly jumped out of bed. Damn! She's tough. She must be one hell of a hunter. Oh my god. Her ass is perfectly rounded- Stop! She is under aged! I can't think about her like that. But he could already feel his friend below his belt start to rise.
"Oh my gosh, I am starving! There's the bacon." She grabbed a couple of pieces of burnt bacon.
" Hold on there little miss greedy pants. There's got to be enough for everyone.' He joked.
"I ain't no ''Lil miss nothin'. I'm just hungry." She said with a little attitude.
Sam finally joined the two in the kitchen. "India, when's the last time you've eaten?" Sam asked, concerned.
"What's today? Saturday?Um…Four days." She answered, straight faced.
"Okay, you can have all the bacon." Dean said as he scooped the remaining pieces onto her plate.
Sam and Dean watched her as she ate, shoveling food into her mouth but without looking unladylike. Which was weird to the two of them because she didn't seem like one to have excellent table manners, but she did. She is even perfect when she eats. He let his mind wander. Her lips- perfect. Her hair- perfect. Her face- indescribable. If only Dean would leave. I could seduce her into…..And he went full on erect.
"Hey Sam, What do you think-" Then she looked down. And looked away, embarrassed.
"Sammy, looks like you got a visitor. Might wanna go take care of that." Dean chuckled. Sam's face turned bright red as he rushed away.
"Um..Yea. Excuse me." He ran to the bathroom and ran his hand down his stomach. He couldn't help it. There was just something about her. He slipped his hand into his pants and stroked what Dean called his "visitor". He flopped his cock out and started jerking himself. He started at the base and slowly jerked it upward. He thought about her the whole time, with her gorgeous bedhead hair and her perfect ass. He gained speed when he thought of her in his bed, only this time-with him. He came and cleaned himself up and then went to his room to deal with the embarrassment.
But she was sitting on his bed when he arrived in his room. She patted the spot next to her for him to sit down and talk.
"You okay?" She asked. She looked concerned for Sam's well being even though he had just jacked off to her.
"Yeah, I am so sorry about that. It didn't mean anything-" She interrupted.
"It doesn't matter. Dean and I got into a….argument." She said sheepishly.
"What? About what?" He sounded angry. If Dean did anything to hurt her he would kill him.
"He was making fun of you and stuff. I guess trying to impress me. He was calling you 'Sexy Sammy' and 'Horny Hound". He sounded like he was in middle school. So I yelled at him and called him a Dick..So I guess you could say we are the bestest of friends now." She tattled to Sam. What? She stood up for me? I can't believe this..She cares!No, stupid, don't be crazy. There's no way she'd like me.
"Thanks for standing up for me. Sorry that happned."
"Its fine." She leaned over and kissed Sam gently on the cheek and then lied back on the bed. "I'm exhausted. If y'all don't have a case or anything I can help on, I guess I'll take a it fine I crash here?" She asked Sam. He couldn't have been more excited. She had just kissed him. Okay, not on the lips, but still. There was chemistry between them.
"Yeah, actually I'm pretty burnt out myself. Care if I join you?" Sam asked and as soon as he did, he wished he hadn't.
"Sure, it's your bed after all." And they slept together.