Author's Note: So, here's the second chapter! Don't be afraid to give me some feedback. It only makes me work harder. Enjoy!

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Chapter 2

Dimples.

That is the first thing that pops into my head if somebody says his name. Those cute little dimples that suddenly appear during his 1000-watt smile and anytime that smile is aimed at me my heart flutters. His brother's everyday smile screams sex, but Sam's smile is nothing but genuine and adorable. Actually the guy has the "boy-next-door look" down to a T. It helps that he's naturally full of compassion and sincerity. He's got a natural soothing voice that can get anybody to spill his or her guts, and that mixed with his soulful stare? It's enough to turn me to Jello-O.

Dean definitely has the role of protector, but Sam Winchester is my comrade. Sam and I used to follow Dean around like lost puppies, and when you spend as much time as we have looking up to the same person, naturally the two of you keep getting closer and closer. There's literally nothing I cannot tell him and he feels the same about me.

Sadly along with his compassion there's a trace of anguish and not the kind that forces him to sit in his room all day blaring emo music. It's the kind that causes fits of rage. The boy has a hot temper and who's the person lucky enough to be on the opposite end of this ticking time bomb? His father.

If you were to meet him you couldn't tell that the boy was angry. He has a good grasp at the ability of faking to others that he's fine, but try as he might he can't fool me. I see him at school everyday, desperately trying to hold onto what little normal bits of his life he has. I've noticed the way he gazes out the window while we drive across the country. It's almost as if he's trying to find his way to a better life. I've sensed his anger spike to extraordinary levels when his father tells him what to do. He wouldn't be Sam if he weren't angry, but still. I wish he could find peace for his sake and mine, because I couldn't take watching him live with such rage. It will break him one day. I can feel it. I hope that he is able to find what he is looking for, and yet a part of me is sad because I know that if he were to find that happiness, it would be miles away from John. Which means it would be miles away from Dean. And from me. Then again I can't be selfish. Not with him. I love him too goddamn much.

Remember when I said Dean and I always were always attached at the hip? The same goes with Sam. We're the same age, so we've always had the same classes. We even strived for the same thing. Popularity was never really interesting to us. Sure, it wasn't interesting for Dean either, but with his good looks and charm he was always the talk of the school. Sam and I just strived for normal. We went to school, made a couple of friends, attended a few dances, and even maintained a relationship or two. We never necessarily fit in, but we made the best of every opportunity.

The day I met Dean was also the same time I saw Sam for the first time. Again, I was a baby, but I like to think that Sam and I hit it off from the start. I can just imagine us sharing binkies and screaming at the same octave like most babies do. Sam and I grew up in the life at the same pace. At least Dean had a couple years of normal, but us? We adapted to the life from the get-go. Sometimes I think Sam resents Dean a little bit for it. It's not like any of this had ever been Dean's fault, but he at least he had a couple years of normalcy. You see, an unknown supernatural force in Sam's nursery killed Sam and Dean's mother when he was only six months old. After the fire their father, John, became haunted with grief. For weeks he searched and searched for an explanation. Anything that could help him understand the cause of his wife's unnatural death. After searching for a few months John met a woman named Missouri, a psychic who revealed information about the monsters and spirits that lurked in the shadows. She suggested that he go to see a man named William Taylor for more information. Next thing my dad knew, John Winchester showed up on his porch, desperate for knowledge. Dad taught John everything he knew and suddenly he was drawn into the search for the culprit responsible for Mary Winchester's death. I've been with the Winchesters ever since.

My fate had been sealed from the moment I was born. It was never John's fault that I was brought up in the life. My parents were born and raised hunters. It was only natural that I would soon pick up the family shotgun and kill my first monster by age 13. I like to think that before my mom died, my parents discussed raising me in a normal atmosphere, that they discussed keeping their child safe from knowing the horrors that are out in this world. I like to think that at one point they wished for something better for me, but then she died. My mom, Veronica Taylor, did not die a bloody death out 'in the field'. She died because of me. Shortly after I arrived into this twisted world, my mother was no longer with us. There were complications during the birth. I don't know what happened specifically. Dad refuses to ever talk about it. I think one of the reasons why he treats me coldly at times is because I look just like her and how else are you supposed to treat the reason for the love of your life's death? Anyway, from the moment I was born I was destined for the family business. This is another thing the boys and I have in common. We were all given this life due to the loss of our mothers.

No matter what our dads had us do growing up, they never truly prepared us for the things we inevitably had to do. Normal hunters, as if there is such a thing, hunt for life, which usually ends around age 30. They hunt, kill, and protect until something evil takes their life. This was the path we were supposed to take. It didn't turn out that way. Each one of us, Dean, Sam, and I were never really prepared for the heartache we would endure or the horrifying images we would soon see. The events that took place in our lives wounded us. They left scars in our minds and marked us for life, but I will never forget the in-between. It's amazing that after everything I have faced I can still cherish my happiest moments. It's most likely because they all share one thing in common. They all involved the wonderful men in my life, my dad, John, Sam, and Dean. I was shaped by my family...