So I read Supernatural fics with the boys having a sister and I thought I might give it a go since I freaking adore that particular TV show. I know how to kill every single scary thing in the world thanks to the Winchesters lol. Alright well I hope you like it. Her name is pronounced Gab-ree-L. For some reason if you double the L and add in an e in some boy names you can turn it into a girl's. Like Daniel. Put in an extra L, slap on an E, and you've got Danielle. Anyways, enjoy.

Gabrielle couldn't remember much about that night. All she remembered was waking up, hearing screams and something roaring. Only later in life did she figure out the roaring had come from the fire engulfing her baby brother's nursery. She remembered heat too and their dad running down the hallway, Sammy in his arms. He gave their baby brother to Dean and told them to run. It had all happened so fast, it was a blur in her head now. A damn blur that she wished she could get rid of but couldn't. A damn blur that made her wake up in the night screaming for their mother.

Sweat clung to Gabrielle's skin and tears mingled with the sweat on her cheeks. The room was cold but she could still feel the memory of the heat. The horrible heat. "Dammit." Gabrielle muttered, wiping a hand across her forehead. It didn't do much; her palm was pretty sweaty too. She glanced over at the alarm clock on the bedside table and let out a soft groan. "Well I guess I'm not going back to bed." She told the green ten staring at her. It was practically neon in the surprisingly dark room and it hurt her eyes a little. She slowly dragged herself out of the creaky motel bed and walked over to the door groggily. Yawning, she flicked on the light.

The motel room was nothing special. It was actually pretty dang basic for once with maroon walls, a beige carpet, and simple queen sized beds. It was a lot better than the last room they'd stayed in. Disco themed. Gabrielle shuddered at the memory.

Dean was sprawled out on his bed, his hands tucked beneath his pillow. He did that unconsciously, clutching the pistol he always kept there while he was sleep. Gabrielle was very glad he always kept it on safety; she'd very easily get shot if he didn't. Rubbing the sleep from her right eye, Gabrielle made her way over to her brother.

"Yo, Dean." Gabrielle said, hitting her brother's foot lightly. Dean's nose twitched in irritation though it was clear he was still asleep. Gabrielle sighed and walked up to her brother's head and shoulders. "Wake up Sunshine." She told him before placing a hand on his shoulder and shaking him into consciousness.

Dean shot up instantly and pointed his gun at her. Gabrielle knew he hadn't picked up on her words, just her moving him, and she waited patiently for him to wake up slightly. It barely took him two seconds to recognize his darling little sister. "Dammit Elle leave me alone." He grumbled, falling back onto his bed.

Gabrielle carefully took the gun from her brother and put the safety back on. Dean was so fast with his gun he had turned it off without her noticing. "You said we had to get Sammy. Well it's ten o'clock, Sam's on the far side of California, and we're in Grand Junction Colorado. So get up." She told him.

"Ass." Dean grumbled into his pillow.

"Wuss." Was Gabrielle's quick reply. When Dean smirked tiredly she smiled and made her way back over to her bed. She grabbed her duffel bag, her "one night stand bag" as she so lovingly called it, and carried it into the motel bathroom.

It took her barely fifteen minutes to shower and then only about ten minutes more to make herself look presentable. A talent she had perfected after so many years of being a hunter. Of living life on her toes, ready to duck out at any second. Dean was up by the time she came out of the shower and he already had most of their stuff packed.

"Why are you wearing that?" Dean asked when he saw her, an eyebrow raised in confusion.

Gabrielle looked at him in confusion before looking down at her outfit. Dirty ripped jeans she never could bring herself to throw out and an old plain black shirt that always smelled like Bobby's place even though they hadn't been there in…wow she couldn't even remember. Gabrielle made a point of stopping in to see good old Bobby every once in a while but that didn't happen that often. The Life…God it sucked sometimes. You couldn't really maintain good relationships with people when you were out trying to make sure ghosts didn't flay people alive. Also it didn't help that Bobby tried to kill their dad the last time he saw him.

"What? I wear this all the time." Gabrielle asked, looking up at her brother.

"Not that shirt. Also, you don't usually let mom's necklace hang out like that." Dean said, tucking one of his knives into his bag.

Gabrielle frowned but didn't argue on that. This shirt was one of her "comfort shirts." One of those few old rag looking things she fought tooth and nail to keep even when they were falling apart. Wearing it just made her feel better. As for their mom's necklace…Yeah she should have kept that tucked away. It was a simple silver cross hanging from a simple silver chain but it was enough to make Gabrielle feel close to their mother. Besides, it had been one of the few things of hers they'd managed to salvage from their burned down home.

"What's wrong Elle?" Dean asked, looking up at her.

"Aw, has my big brother Dean finally developed emotions?" Gabrielle asked jokingly, tossing her duffel bag back onto her bed. She started running a brush through her tangled more often than not blonde hair.

Dean grunted and pulled a wad of clothes out of his bag. "Fine, I wasn't that interested anyways." He said though he didn't sound believable. He started walking to the bathroom but he was taking his sweat time, knowing his sister would break down and tell him. Gabrielle was a world-class liar but she couldn't manage even a white lie with him. He could see right through her.

Gabrielle huffed and ripped a particularly large tangle out of her hair. "I'm worried, okay?" She said angrily. Dean stopped at the bathroom door and stared at her, waiting for her to explain. "We haven't seen Sam in two years, Dean. He may not want to see us after this long." She said. She didn't look at him though. Gabrielle wasn't big on showing emotion and Dean knew it. She wished he wasn't so nosy sometimes. It got annoying.

"Stop worrying Elle. Sammy's gonna be happy as hell to see you." Dean assured her. Gabrielle turned around, about to ask him if he thought Sam would be happy to see him too, but Dean had already disappeared into the bathroom. The shower turned on two seconds later and Gabrielle huffed again before resuming the packing Dean had started.

When Dean came back out, fully dressed and dripping wet, they didn't continue their conversation. The Winchester siblings didn't do sappy, emotional, oh-God-my-heart-hurts conversations. Especially not when they were about to deal with some serious family issues.

Loading up the Impala, Gabrielle couldn't help but remember how things used to be. Her, Sam, and Dean against the world while they're dad hunted. She was only a year younger than Dean but he'd always treat her like a little kid. Probably because she acted like one and sided with Sammy a lot. Sammy had needed her to side with him though. Gabrielle loved her dad and she loved her older nearly twin brother but they had been complete and total assholes when Sam said he wanted to go to college. Gabrielle missed him like hell but hey she had Dean, the one guy that had never really left her so she was good. She'd be fine. Besides, they were going to go get Sam so hell she was going to be excellent. The Winchester siblings united again. It would be fun…Er…Or at least as fun as an uncomfortable family reunion could be.

"Elle! Move your ass!" Dean shouted from the front seat of the Impala.

"I'm putting up your shit so unless you want to be without underpants I suggest shutting up." Gabrielle told him, pointing a dangerous finger at him. Dean held his hands up defensively before turning AC/DC on and cranking up the volume. Gabrielle shot her brother an annoyed yet affectionate look as she heaved Dean's slightly too heavy bag into the trunk. She made sure she had put away everything and that the hidden arsenal tucked away in the spare tire compartment was in fact hidden before shutting the trunk.

Gabrielle walked quickly to the passenger's side of the Impala and slipped inside the oh so familiar car. Gabrielle loved this hunk of junk like it was one of her brothers. It'd been with them through thick and thin so when she motioned for Dean to drive she could help but affectionately pat the car. Dean grinned wildly before peeling out of the motel parking lot and pointing their precious Impala towards Stanford. Gabrielle smiled as she leaned back in her seat and listened to her brother sing along to AC/DC, a whole helluva lot happier than when she woke up.