Here is the new chapter! FLUFF alert. Mostly from Sam's POV. I tried to make it credible, but I think it will take some times before I get Dean's character and humor. Oh and sorry if some questions aren't answered yet, I simply wanted to add Dean/Sam/Hayley relationship a little. More action and story in the next chapters.

Enjoy!

The name's Winchester

Chapter 2 – Missed you

Sam tensed when he heard someone outside of the door. He knew it was probably Dean, but years of practice couldn't be forgotten even if he'd desperately tried to forget about his past life when he left to study for Stanford, trying to have a normal life. He let go a small sigh of relief when Dean crossed the door.

''How did it go? Are they doing alright?'' Sam asked quietly from his spot, sat on a nearby chair.

''Yeah,'' Dean grunted, clearly not pleased at all. ''That Taylor girl in the hospital, gonna be fine just like the blonde kid. Freaky kids, anyway,'' he quickly added. ''I don't get it. I think people are just crazy. We tell 'em a house is haunted by some devilish, freaky and creepy ghosts, and first thing we know, they jump in the place like kids missing their jackets.''

''Yeah, you're right,'' replied Sam with a small chuckle without any trace of humor in it.

Dean tossed his keys on the motel's nightstand before he removed his old, leather brown coat and threw it on the first bed by the door. ''How is she holding up?'' Dean eyed the occupied bed near his.

Sam frowned slightly, his gaze following Dean's. ''Fine, I guess. Considering everything.'' They exchanged a small glance. ''She hasn't woke up yet, but her fever dropped down a bit.''

''Good,'' replied Dean tiredly, taking a seat on the already used bed, checking on his baby sister for himself. Each time he glanced her way, he had to restrain himself to kick or punch into something nearby, knowing he and Sam had already done the job when they salted and burned the bones, with satisfaction as the fire fried what was left of that fugly son of a bitch.

Dean pressed the back of his hand on Hayley's forehead, silently relieving her fever indeed had decreased a bit. The damages left by that bastard were clearly visible, even after they had patched her up; her bottom lip was slightly swallowed, she had a deep cut on her left cheek and she had those ugly marks left on her neck where it had grasped her. And she would probably be sore once she'll wake up, because she will open her eyes again.

''Sonofabitch,'' Dean cursed, getting up before he ran one hand through his hair.

Sam could clearly sense the agitation and tension in his big brother's shoulders, knowing pertinently his train of thoughts. They had so many unanswered questions right now. ''Dude, you have to calm down,'' Sam tried softly.

''I am calm down, Sam.'' Dean snapped, earning him an incredulous glance from his little brother. Now it was his turn to sigh, taking a seat on the opposite bed of Hayley's.

Sam waited patiently. In their twisted family, Winchesters weren't allowed to speak freely about their feelings. Concern would be tossed by humor, feelings sometimes admitted out of the blue or at the most unexpected moment. The Winchesters just didn't do normal, and so he waited.

''Man, we almost lost her back there.''

Not too long, still. But it had certainly been hours since his brother was dwelling with his solitary thoughts.

''I mean, if she hadn't called up and left a message…'' but Dean trailed off there. He didn't even want to think about the consequences it implied. Anyway, Sam knew them too well. They wouldn't be there at that moment. They would probably still be on the road, looking for their next hunt while Hayley's college would have called days later, noticing their sister's absence, trying their phone numbers in last result since they would have never joined their missing father on the phone.

The only thought made him sick inside. He knew what Dean was feeling, even if that part was left unsaid.

God, Sam could still have this feeling when they had found their baby sister back there, all blue and bruised as she was choking on air while that…thing was grasping tightly her fragile neck. Or he could still feel her slender fingers curling unconsciously around his jacket while he carried her out of the house, or when he held her securely in his lap while Dean roared the Impala to life as they reached for the nearest motel, silently praying for her beautiful green eyes to pry open for him.

And the way she grunted in her slumber each time they attended to her bruises. That was definitively something he wasn't looking forward to see happening again, the feeling mutually shared with his older brother.

But it was practically impossible, not when Hayley was in the radar. She was like a supernatural magnet. Well, even without the supernatural stuff, she was still a magnet for anything that was accident, stumbling on the middle of a perfectly clean road or just fall in a clearly visible hole.

''What if we never made it in time, Sam,'' Dean added, pulling Sam out of his thoughts.

''Don't think about it,'' Sam replied, adding softly, ''she's alright now, Dean.''

''Yeah, whatever. Dad should've never sent her away like that.''

Sam inhaled slightly. ''Can't argue with you on that.''

When they heard a soft groan from their baby sister, both brothers whipped their heads around. Dean was first to get up, quickly reaching Hayley, Sam standing at the foot of the bed.

''Hayley?'' gently called Dean, pressing one hand on his little's sister forehead as her eyes twitched lightly in her slumber.

Sam was slightly mesmerized by the way his big brother could turn so soft, from a ruthless hunter that could kill in cold blood to something alike a mother bear watching over its precious bear cubs when he or their little sister were hurt or injured. Of course, he would eventually hide the concern behind a few jokes, but Sam always knew Dean cared a lot more than he could ever say. He knew his brother loved them; he could see it in everything Dean did.

''Hay?'' Dean tried once again, earning another sound from their sister.

Definitively a moan now and the two brothers stared with attention as their sister's eyelashes suddenly fluttered, dark wedges of green clearly visible underneath. ''D…'n?'''

Dean let go of an audible sigh of relief. ''Was about time you wake up, you snore like a rampaging grizzly bear, little sis'' he softly teased his baby sister, grinning slightly.

Hayley frowned faintly, blinking a few times, not quite understanding. ''Hm…sounds more…like you, teddy,'' came the utterly quiet reply, muttered with a small smile tugging at her lips.

Sam laughed breathlessly, just now understanding how precious his baby sister's voice was as the final piece was finally added to the puzzle, now clearly certain she would be alright and alive. He just realized how much he had missed her voice, and Sam felt a little nostalgic, but was still relieved her humor was back, which only meant she was fine.

Dean's reaction was slightly similar to Sam's, breaking in a huge grin as he patted his little sister's arm.

''S'my?''

Sam immediately tensed, but relaxed when Hayley's soft eyes searched for him. ''Right here, baby,'' Sam called back, reaching for the other side of the bed as he took a seat near his sister.

She eyed him lightly, blinking twice. ''Your…hair, they're longer.''

Sam smiled brightly, shaking his head a little. Trust his little sister to come out with the most unexpected thing to say after nearly two years since last time they saw each other. He gently pried one lock of her long, slightly curled hair from her face, the rich color of her golden-brown hair feeling soft under his fingertips. ''So are yours, babe.''

''Fascinating, they're talking about hairs. I know Hayley's a girl, but Sam, I just knew it,'' muttered Dean from his spot, visibly amused.

That earned him a glare – smaller in Hayley's case – from the two youngest Winchester. Dean almost blinked at the familiarity of the scene before him. Well minus the fact his little sister was in bed, recovering from injuries when she left aloneon a hunt – and she would get right back for that-, but it definitively felt familiar, just like it was the four of them back before Sam left for college.

Hayley coughed, loudly as if her lung was ripping out of her chest, both Dean's grin and Sam's glare immediately vanishing, replaced by concern and worry. ''Hayley, you okay?'' Dean asked.

''M fine.'' Dean shot her an incredulous glance. ''M'kay, feel sore,'' Hayley added, grunting under the effort.

Dean stood up, quickly moving in the small motel room. Rumbling a bit around, he came back with a glass of water and a small bottle in his hands. ''Here, take these, you'll feel better when you wake up, alright?'' Dean helped Hayley to swallow the Advil, gently sliding his fingers at the base of her injured neck as he supported her head while she sipped the water from the glass he was holding for her. She eventually coughed, and Dean stopped, faintly pleased when she had successfully gulped the two pills down.

''Alright, why won't you just get some rest now, sweetheart?'' Dean said as he eased his baby sister back on her pillow in a more comfortable position. It wasn't really a suggestion.

''W-what time is it?'' Hayley weakly whispered, closing her eyes a little under the discomfort.

''What time is it?'' Dean repeated, wondering why she was asking that before he glanced down at his watch. ''Around three in the morning. Why?''

''You guys…get some sleep too.'' Hayley opened her eyes, inspecting them both severely, as if she dared them to contradict her. ''No…offense, but you look all worn off,'' she murmured, her throat feeling dried as she said so, looking a bit more miserable.

Sam and Dean traded a look, clearly not believing even though their sister was looking like crap and had just fought with one hell of a ghost, saving her friend's lives by the same occasion, she was still preoccupied for their own sake instead to simply lay back and rest. Then again, they couldn't go against their sister's nature. She always worried too much about them, more than she did for her own safety.

And truth to be told, they did feel tired now they knew Hayley was alright, feeling a wave of exhaustion washing over them. They drove the whole eight hours trip to Aurora, Illinois, in barely six hours, and the night before, they had finished a job against another, nasty shapeshifter.

''Alright.'' Dean gave in, knowing it was a lost battle even if he wanted to go against his sister's will. He was exhausted himself, and he knew Sam was too. ''Now, just go back to sleep.''

Hayley nodded faintly, closing her eyes under her brother's watchful stares. Sam got up from the bed, grabbing his bag as he searched for his night clothes, Dean already changing in the bathroom. Sam couldn't help but glance in Hayley's way, wondering slightly when she had grown so much. Even if she was pale and looked tired, Sam could hardly recognize her; she had grown up, more beautiful. She was becoming a young woman now, and Sam felt a slight pang of regret that he had missed those years.

Once they were all ready to get to bed, Sam and Dean found themselves side by side, a moment of confusion as they stared at the only two beds in the motel room. One was already taken, which meant there was one left...for the two of them, and the two brothers exchanged an uneasy glance.

''Are you c'ming or not?'' Hayley asked groggily, her eyes still closed.

Dean made a step further, grinning when Sam started heading for the other bed. He should have known she would pick their eldest brother; they spent two years together on the road with their father while he was gone away. He felt another wave of regret and envy, even if it wasn't meant in any mean way. They used to share the bed together when they were younger, but now Dean beat him to it.

''Not you.'' Hayley sighed softly, the efforts visibly difficult each time she was talking.

Dean stopped in mid-way, feigning hurt. ''Hey, I thought I was your favorite.''

''You pull the covers,'' grinned slightly Hayley.

From his spot, Dean glanced at Sam, visibly amused. ''She's calling for you, man,'' he said as he passed by his younger brother, crashing in the bed with an exhausted sigh.

Sam frowned at his brother, before he made hesitant steps toward Hayley's bed. When he reached his side of the bed, he paused a moment, glancing at his baby sister with a certain apprehension.

''I won't bite you, you know,'' came the muttered reply.

Sam smiled genuinely, shaking his head a little as he climbed on the bed, stretching his long legs before him slowly as he tried not to move too much, careful not to disturb Hayley with her many injuries. He finally rested his head on his pillow, and soon enough, Hayley's little form turned slightly his way and snuggled really carefully closer to him until her forehead rested against his shoulder. ''You're warm,'' she whispered, as if it was an explanation from her behavior.

Sam put an arm around Hayley's fragile form, smiling when she pillowed her head on his chest. He had missed the feeling of his little sister seeking comfort from him, when she would snuggle closer and rest her head in the crook of his neck when she was barely four years old.

''I missed you.'' If she wasn't that close to him, Sam would have missed those three little words his sister whispered.

God, he only realized now how much he had missed her. He bent down slightly, and kissed her forehead before he whispered at his turn, ''me too, baby.''

From beside them, eyes shut and breathing evenly, Dean Winchester smiled.

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