Ok, I was trying to keep her being their sister a surprise till the very end. I hope that didn't turn you away. Any who, so this is how she is able to fit into the story. Old yellow eyes didn't come for Sammy and any of the other children until the were a year old. So when Sammy came along, well John was a very happy father and yeah… Anyway Sam is only nine months older than her, yeah John was VERY happy, and they ended up graduating together. Hopefully the rest of the big fight and all that will come up in the story. You'll just have to read on to see.

Enjoy.

Last night had been a long night. The reception ended with almost everyone drunk and people had begun to get a little out of control. At the time Lucy had left it had been a bit calmer so she didn't see the old man dancing on the table or the couple under the table with the wedding cake on top. Usually the town was nice and quiet but last night it was like the arrival of my brothers had brought with them something close to insanity. Eric and I left before it really got out of hand. He had left about five minutes before I did and then we met back up a my place. He only lived two block over so he simply walked the distance from his house to my dingy apartment after he dropped his car off.

When I got there he was leaning against the door frame to the diner below my place. I smiled because even though he had a key he waited outside in the semi cold to welcome me home. When I got off my bike, which must have looked hilarious to him cause I was still in my dress, and was close enough to him he pulled me into his arms and into a passionate kiss. Things get blurry there but we had ended upstairs somehow and now my place was a mess. In was about four a clock in the morning and Eric was simply holding me in his arms. I knew he was awake by his breathing and that he was going to leave soon. I also knew he was going to say something so I simply waited.

"About last night? Can you tell me about that?" To not answer him would let him know that it was something so I told him the truth. Only I simplified things a bit.

"Of course. The two from last night are a couple of guys I grew up with. We had been really close, good friends, until a few years ago. Well, they are having some problems with their dad and thought I could help."

"Can you?"

"No. He never really approved of me so if I got into it I would most likely make things a lot worse." Ok, not even close but it sounded good.

"When I saw you with them they looked mad. If you simply couldn't help why would they be?" He was enjoying this. Most of the time he never got his questions answered, not when it came to my past. Now he was going to take full advantage of this, this sort of opening he had. I had to laugh a bit at that.

"They didn't agree with why I said I couldn't. They thought I could help and me saying no wasn't something they wanted to hear. When it comes to their dad they both are just really-" What was a good way to say in a few words they were likely to shoot you if you said something bad about our father?

"Sensitive." I nodded. That worked. "I suppose I understand but…" He's voice drifted off leaving his sentence unfinished.

"What?"

"Well, when I saw the shorter guy in your face, I seriously almost lunged at the guy. Since the moment I first saw how you reacted to seeing them, I've wanted nothing but to, to….I don't know."

I turned around in his arms and looked up into his face. I wanted to banish the look on his face, this look of confusion and hurt. Eric wasn't made to be able to hurt people. He was a strong man but not in that way. To see him like this, it hurt. Simply put it hurt me deep down and soon I found my lips softly pulling at his, softly pushing away the wrinkle in his face. I would have kept continuing because I knew how good it would have turned out, last night still being able to be felt, but too soon he pulled away.

"I have to leave." My stupid rule, well, his actually. He always left very early so that Mr. Terri, my land lord and chef downstairs, wouldn't see him when he got to work at about five a clock. There had been many mornings when I had woken up and not wanted him to go. Today was one of them.

"No you don't. Stay, please." I grabbed his arms and tried pulling him back.

"Now, now. Believe me, I want to stay but if I don't leave now, by the time I do the entire town will be up. Besides, I think I should do some extra cleaning up after last night." With that he gently untangled himself from me and got up and put back on his wrinkled clothes from last night.

I began to get up as well but upon seeing me stirring he bent down and caressed my forehead. "Don't get up. You should get some more rest. Remember, you don't have to work today so you get to sleep in. Anyways, you need all the rest you can get after everything we did last night." With his last words I could feel a hint of a blush hitting my cheeks. He laughed at the sight and then bent down to give me one last kiss. Then he began to walk back over to the door, my eyes closed before he had even made it all the way and didn't open again till the sun was up all the way and the street below came to be completely and fully alive.

By the time I woke up and cleaned up and got fully dressed, all being a chore after last night, it was noon. So instead of actually cooking myself I decided to just have lunch in the diner down stairs. The smells below rose through the floor boards and I could tell today was a good day to eat there. Mr. Terri was a wonderful man and a great cook but sometimes he had bad days that led to bad food that usually led to sick people. Thankfully today wasn't one of those days because I knew cooking was not an option for me. Even turning on the coffee maker to boil water would have been a chore. So instead of doing the work myself I would have someone else do it for me.

While walking out the door and locking up my mind replayed the events of yesterday. Dean and Sam had come for my help and I had turned them down before they had even fully explained. In some ways I felt a little bit guilt for they were family. But then again when I thought about what they had asked and about the other person who was family I banished the idea of being guilty. What had been said four and a half years ago replayed in my head and their words echoed.

"Any child of mine who won't do as I say is as far as I'm concerned not mine." John's words were loud and brutal. Even though they had been spoken years ago they still hurt.

"You are my child and I know exactly what is right and wrong."

"Your wrong! I'm not some brainless person who will follow your words, your orders. Dean can be your perfect soldier but I won't. You let Sam have a life, why can't I?"

"Sam has a future, he has a chance to do something. He also is an adult and quite capable of making his own choices. You on the other hand are a child and mine at that. My word here is final Eleanor!!"

"No, I won't-"

"Come on Ellie!" Dean spoke from where he was lounging. He didn't even look up from his magazine as he took dad's side. "You should just give up. For once in your life listen to what you are told. Sam actually has a chance, you don't. Just leave it there."

"Your wrong, both of you and I'll prove it."

"What are you doing?!" John shouted at my back. I didn't even turn when I answered him

"Leaving. Going to go somewhere I can do what I want, when I want, how I want."

"If you leave I won't let you come back. Once out that door you will never be welcomed back here!"

"Good, cause I will never come back!"

I remember I slammed the door so hard it broke the window next to it. I had stopped and grabbed the weapons I would need and then I was gone. For a few years I had hunted what I want, when I wanted, where and how I wanted. At some point I had even made it to England for a few weeks. Then I had ended up in this town. Thinking about that night still sent shivers down my back.

Sam wasn't to blame for anything that was said or done in that fight. I held nothing against him but Dean, Dean had always taken John's side in everything. He should of had a mind of his own and not followed every order like a trained soldier. But that was how we had been raised. Obviously, John had gotten Sam back so I suppose two out of three would have to be good enough for him.

As I entered the diner I wondered where the two of them were. Maybe they would go to Bobby and ask for his help. The old fart had always been there and had never let them down before. He could help them now. He could send them for help from someone else. They were probably on their way there. Even if they weren't going there they would at least be pretty far from here and I probably would never see them ever again.

At that thought I ducked my head a bit, but I knew that it would be better if I never did see them again. John was dead to me and to ever hunt again, well, it would never happen. I had promised I never would after that last hunt.

I left my thoughts in the back of my head as I looked around for a place to sit. I sat in a booth by the window so I could watch the town. It was such a small town and really, it was such a cliché at times but I loved it. It was the first place I ever found that I could call home.

I pulled out my book and waited for one of my friends to come take me order. It was going to be awhile. Today it was so crowded. Now that I looked up, I realized I was lucky that I was able to find a booth to myself. In the back of my head I was glad that I wasn't working today but I wondered what was up. Yes, it was noon and people had to eat lunch but I don't think I had ever seen it this packed before. I looked around to see exactly what it was that had drawn such a crowd, perhaps a new item on the menu? Mr. Terri was due for a new invention.

When I looked up however I saw that most people where sneaking glances off into the other side of the diner, behind me. I turned to look and see what was up and saw two pairs of eyes watching me when I did. In the booth behind me sat Dean and Sam and both of them had glee full grins on there faces. As in like the cat that ate the canary or in this case, the brothers who caught the sister off guard, and massively.

"Well, now look who is getting sloppy." Dean spoke and my jaw dropped.

Dean and Sam had been sitting in the booth since the diner had opened. Since they had taken there seats it had seemed almost everyone in town had come in, at least twice, except for the one person they had been waiting for. They were beginning to get annoyed, or at least Dean was.

"You know, last night she sounded almost exactly like you did when I asked you for help. I swear, you two are almost exactly the same."

"Us! What about you!?"

"What do you mean!"

"She ranks right up there with you and dad in stubbornness and she only ever wanted to be as good of a hunter as you. Seriously, when you called and told me she'd left I was shocked."

"Why? We all knew she wasn't made to hunt, not like us. Why in the hell did Bobby even send us here?"

"You know, I don't think he knew who was here either. If he had-"

"What, you just think he would send us somewhere that even he didn't know what to expect? No, not Bobby."

"Well, think about it. If Bobby knew she was here he would have at least told us. This, sending us somewhere, not knowing what or who we are going to find, that seems a lot like-"

"Dad. Do you really think-" But before he could finish Sam silenced him and pointed to the door, which he now only realized had just opened. When he turned to look he was amazed to have finally found his little sister. Now instead of a dress with a thousand ruffles that hid everything she was in a baggy pair of pant with about a thousand layers of shirts. She no longer was the awkward teenager to two knew years ago but someone who looked confidant in her movements.

As she walked in she had barely looked up before she started to head over toward them.

Only, as she was walking over, both of them noticed she wasn't pissed or angry. They were very nervous about this fact. But before she took the last steps it would have taken for her to be right in front of them she turned and sat in the booth right in front of them. No one had sat there all morning and when she pulled out her book they knew for a hundred percent, absolutely sure that their little sister was completely oblivious to the fact they were there, let alone right in the booth next to her.

After a minute she started to look around and when she looked behind and saw them, well, the look was priceless. All the two brothers could do for a full minute was smile at her. She only gawked more. It really was great though Dean who could not for the life of him keep from opening his mouth and saying something smart ass.

I was dumbstruck. What in the world were they still doing here!? They should have been four states over with Dean driving. I was still staring as they came and joined me. I simply stared at them, jaw still hanging. "What the…?"

"Did you really think that we were going to leave? When have you ever known a Winchester to give up on something?" Dean grinned, enjoying my brains meltdown way too much. When Chelsey came around to take our orders I still was unable to form a complete sentence for Dean had started to flirt with her, turning my confusion to fury. When he finally got to ordering my mind rebooted enough to bark.

"Chelsey, they won't be staying long enough to have anything." Chelsey looked dumbfounded but that wasn't anything new. She simply looked at the two and then walked away reluctantly. Usually my voice was nice and soft but I knew there was a hardness there now. That had probably scared her and later I would have to apologize but now I had a very large problem to deal with. "What in Hell's name are you still doing here!?"

Dean's face became hard when I had refused him to make his order. Sam had that 'lets all calm down' look on and was pointed towards to both of us, and that only pissed me off more. "Well since you won't help us willingly we thought that after we've done some damage here you might change your mind." Slap! Sam's hand had come down hard and everyone in here had cringed at it cause they knew it had to of hurt. "Ow! Damn it Sammy!"

Sammy, it had been awhile since I'd heard anyone call him that, yet I still knew that next words he would say in the exact tone as he always did. "It's Sam, not Sammy." Dean was still rubbing his head when a new waitress came by. Meredith. Great, she hated me and to get her to go away would have been impossible.

"Hey, what can I get you guys today?" Out of the corner of her eye I saw her look at me as though to dare me to try to scare her off like I'd done Chelsey. I wouldn't. She deserved Dean as much as he did her. Maybe one night together, and that was really likely to happen, would end up with one or both of them in the hospital.

"Hey there." Then there was one of his looks. God help all the hopeless women who had fallen to it. "Well sweet thing, I'll take a large double bacon cheese burger with a side of fries. Oh, and a Pepsi. Sammy?"

"Huh. Just a thing of coffee please. Black."

With a very slow turn Meredith turned to me and only looked. I wish she was a demon or something I could kill. I would brake my promise here and now if she were.

"A cheese burger plain, side of fries with a large hot tea. That's all." Before I had even finished she had been looking back at Dean.

"Anything for dessert?" She actually started to play with the top button to her shirt. I could have laugh and I actually did. Both her and Dean glared at me. Never had I seen two people match so perfectly. Sam I could see in the corner snicker, hiding the laugh I knew would have been loud and infectious. It had been so long since I had heard that laugh.

"Quiet El. The adults are talking." Turning back to Meredith he smiled big and simply said. "I'm sure anything you have would be absolutely irresistible."

"Well, I think the cherry pie would be perfect for you, with extra cream on top."

"Sounds wonderful."

"I'll be right back then." She left with one last look to Dean and then one to me, simply saying 'ha'. One day, one damn day in the near future I swear.

Dean watched her go, looking at every movement. When he turned back to us Sam only looked at him disapprovingly, I though had something I needed to say to the both of them.

"Hey, while you guys are here you can't call me by my old name. Here I'm Kit, alright?" I had already taken a lot of their shit and that was someting I wouldn't.

"Keeping a few secret's there Kit?" Dean was having way too much fun and I realized I was only making it all worse.

"Just shut up Dean, since when did you care? How I live now is by damn none of your business, so butt the fuck out!" Shock hit him and I knew I sounded hurt. Dammit!! I saw Sam and he looked so concerned. Why did they always get to me? I was always in control of what I said and did, yet now…

Thankfully Meredith came with the drinks and I never thought I'd ever be glad to see her. It didn't last long for she had handed Dean and Sam their drinks yet when she got to me she 'accidentally' spilt it and it went everywhere. In a second it was on me, me bag and all over my book, completely ruining it. It was scolding and painful but really nothing. I had had much worse before.

In a second Sam had grabbed a cloth from somewhere and was cleaning up the mess. Dean had grabbed the book and tried to salvage it. I was completely soaked. I started to get up when Dean's voice stopped me. "What the Hell is your problem!?"

I looked up expecting him to be yelling at me and saw the opposite. He was yelling at Meredith and she was as shocked by this as I was.

"It was an accident mister. Anyway, she's fine. It's not like it was acid or anything." Something in her voice had made it sound like she had wished it was. I caught it and from a small glance up I saw that both of my brothers had too. In a second they both were in a fury with her, shouting so loud everyone in the place had been shocked and drawn to the scene.

"Why you bleached blond psychotic bi-" Dean

"How dare you-"Sam.

"Guys, guys!! DEAN! SAM!" I had to step in front of them and yell before they would stop. What had got them had probably been the harshness I had learned from John. It was something that made anyone stop and listen. They both looked down at me and it took them a second to calm down enough to sit down, but they both glared at Meredith. She had been stuck to the spot and when I turned to her she was stunned I wasn't yelling as well.

"Thank you Meredith, we're fine now so you can go." I had said it like a command and she had taken it as such. With that she turned and walked away. I sighed. This was going to be a long day. I looked down at myself and saw I saw completely drenched. Every part that had been hit was now stinging. Turning back to my brothers I said to them without actually looking up at their faces, I don't think I could have handled it if I had. "I'm going to go clean myself up. I'll be right back." Turning and walking away I had to tell myself I wasn't running.

I was glad my apartment was so close. It gave me a valid reason to leave the diner, all the people staring and my brothers. I had changed and cleaned up quickly and was back down within ten minutes. I knew if I was gone too long they would end up looking for me. Once I locked up behind me, I couldn't help but to take my steps very slow. Just because I had to go back didn't mean I had wanted to.

Walking back in to the diner was odd. It was quiet. Never had I seen the place like this. Mr. Terri is either humming or someone would be saying something. Now everyone was just eating their food and sneaking glances at everyone else.

Just great. I'm going to be run out of town if all this keeps up. Slowly I shuffled me feet back to the booth where Dean and Sam where having a low and muffled conversation. As I got closer I found that it had something to do with me and banging down doors. I stood there a listened for a second. They were planning on just taking me with them if I didn't comply soon. Well that was Dean's solution and Sam was actually thinking it wasn't too bad. To him this place was hurting me and that I should get away as fast as I could. If a gun had been in my hand I would have shot one out of the three of us.

I stepped from behind them and took my seat again. They both became extremely quiet on seeing me again and I could have punched them. For a few seconds we sat there, no one knew what to say or maybe they were waiting for me to start off. If that was the case we were going to be sitting here a long time in silence, and in all truth that would have been better.

Sam started to say something then but Chelsey came up to the table with everyone's food. When she set down mine I noticed for the first time that someone had brought another glass of tea for me. When I looked up I saw that Chesley was beaming down at the three of us. She really was a wonderful person and the guilt for being mean earlier multiplied by about a thousand.

"You know, that is the first time I have seen someone not let Meredith get away with something. You guys are really great to care so much for Kit here. So how do you guys know each other?" Sweet innocent Chelsey was only asking to be nice and friendly, but with that question everyone in the diner was now turned toward us, not even trying to hide that fact that they were listening to every word.

All three of us looked at each other and before Sam could speak I rushed my words in before he could. "We all grew up together. These two are friends from way back. They were passing through and saw I was here so they decided to say hi." I really hoped that someone in the diner actually bought it, because even as I said it I could tell how bad it sounded. I could lie through me teeth when I really wanted to but it was either the best lie in the world or the worst. The worst ever would be what I called this one.

But everyone in the diner exploded with talk, joyful talk and from what I could hear they all seemed to have taken my story for what I said. Chelsey only beamed brighter. She looked down at the two of them and smiled. "Well I hope you two will stay for a while. It nice to have a few new faces in town. A year ago it was Kit here and now you two." She smiled brightly and then left. When I looked at our food I could tell Mr. Terri had gone the long hall and made everything super wonderful. Everything looked amazing and Dean's pie had extra ice cream and the whole deal.

I could now tell why everyone was so happy and why Chesley smiled the way she did and why Mr. Terri had gone the long hall. For some reason everyone here was super protective of me. I suppose I was like one giant puppy that the entire town had adopted and to them Dean and Sam where great guys because a), they grew up with me and knew me and b), cause they too tried to protect me.

A sort of joy filled me at the thought that everyone here actually did care. It wasn't something I was used to. Growing up I learned that to show you cared was to show weakness and by that you would die.

When I looked up from the food though and saw my brothers, I knew something had been done or said wrong because they both looked at me like in disbelief. It was a matter of seconds before one of them blew and I had a strange feeling I knew who it would be.

Dean practically shouted and proved me right. "A year? What they hell where you doing for a three and a half before that?!"

And the shit hit the fan with a loud kunspunk. And then proceeded to rain down everywhere.

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