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Twenty two years ago...
Sam and Dean Winchester hadn't known they had a little sister. They had been beyond surprised when their father, John, told them they were going to California to collect the four year old little girl. Her mother had never told John about her, or ever even attepted to contact him since their frenzied coupling four years ago.
He had saved Maddeline from a group of witches who had a grudge against her since high school. They had tried to drown her, burn her, and finally, drain her slowly of her life force. John had taken them out, and she had been more than greatful.
"Dad, are they actually just going to give you this kid? And how do you know for sure she's even yours?" Dean asked from the back seat of the impala, a worried look on his young face.
"I'm taking a paternity test when we get there... its positive, we keep the kid. If not, we carry on as usual." He shrugged, turning into to hospital. He parked, pulling the Impala to a stop. He turned in his seat, facing the two boys.
"You two stay here. Dean, look after Sammy." John said, before climbing out the car and walking into the hospital.
Four and a half hours later, he slowly made his way back to the Impala, a piece of paper clutched in his hand. They had completed the paternity test, and it came back positive. He had a daughter, a four year old daughter, who he had never even met.
The boys were sleeping, Sammy curled up on Dean's side. They looked hot and bothered, and Dean was sleeping with his arms crossed in an agravated way. John shouldn't have left them so long, but he had thought it would be a fifteen minute thing.
Now, he had to collect his daughter.
"Dean! Wake up, we need to get moving." John said, tapping his son on the shoulder so not to wake Sammy. He knew he put too much pressure on Dean, but he had noone else left to look out for Sammy. He didn't want to screw up all of his kids.
Dean opened one mossy green eye, a scowl shaping his face. "I don't care, dad. It's not like I'm driving." He stared his father down, irritation colouring his face.
"Don't be rude, Dean, I won't take any shit from you." John warned, starting up the Impala and turning towards the town centre. Dean growled slightly, closing his eye again and ignoring his father. He was more than used to John's firey temper. He also remembered that he hadn't always been that way. He couldn't even blame him really.
They drove in silence for what felt like hours, but could only have been about ten minutes, before John said qietly. "I'm sorry, Dean, I shouldn't have left you that long."
"It's okay dad, I'm used to it." His son replied, making him cringe. Yes, the poor boy was. He was only thirteen, and basically a fulltime parent.
They reached the town centre, and Jonh asked a woman where the foster home was. She pointed him in the direction, and he drove off with a waved thank you. Dean was officially awake, and had laid Sammy's head on his lap, trying not to wake up the nine year old.
"Are you going in with me, or am I doing this alone?" John asked as they pulled up outside the small house. It didn't look big enough to house more than five people, let alone several lonely children.
Dean paused, looking down at his little brother. "What about Sammy? Do you want me to wake him up?" He asked.
"Yeah, he should come too." John said after a moment of thought. The boys needed to see that the girl, Lily her name was, was better off with them. He'd known a couple kids from a foster home back in Kansas, and they were never treated right. Even if he didn't know her, no child of his would end up like that.
Dean woke up Sammy in his favorite way, whispering in his ear that he had peanut butter and banana sandwiches. Sam was up in seconds, his brown eyes wide. He looked around for a moment, then his face fell.
"Dean, your such a jerk! Why cant you just say that I gotta get up?" Sam moaned, rubbing the back of his kneck. It wasn't the most comfortable place to sleep, in the back of the Impala on Dean's lap.
Dean shrugged. "Your up, aren't you? Oh, by the way, your done being the baby of this circus. The kids dads."
Sam looked up at his father, who was facing purposly away.
"Really dad? Another Winchester to fit in the car?" Dean laughed, rolling his eyes. John ignored his youngest son, climbing out of the car and walking towards the house. It wasn't quite dark outside, but it was getting there.
"We gotta go to, so come on." Dean said, following his father out of the car. Always a good little soldier.
Sam sighed, getting out and walking over to his family. A sister. He had a little sister, and she wasn't his mom's. That was weird, but he knew about the birds and the bees, and about half-siblings. That didn't mean he was okay with the whole situation though.
"Ready?" John asked, looking at the boys, his hand on the bell. They looked at eachother, then nodded, their faces grim.
"Alright, time for action." John said, pressing the button. They waited in silence for a moment, until a woman in her early thirties opened the door. She had developing smile lines, and wide, expressive blues eyes. She was pretty, but tired looking.
"Hello, how may I help you?" She asked, smiling at John and the boys. John stepped forward, his profesional face falling into place.
"Yes, I was told that my daughter, Lillian Winchester, was placed in this home a few days ago? Her mother just died, and I was unaware." He said, acting sadedned by the fact. Maybe he was, but Dean could never tell when his father was being sincere with strangers. The womans face turned solem, her hands lacing togeather infront of her.
"Yes, we have her. Poor little thing, she's barely said a word since she got here. You must be John. Yes, her mothers will mentioned you. She left Lillian to you." The woman said quietly, standing asside. "Please, come in."
John, Dean and Sam entred, the boys sharing looks. The house was nice, with dozens of childrens paintings and pictures on the walls, but the walls were cracked, the dry-wall flaking. The carpet was stained with what appeared to be a mixture of childrens art materials, and vomit. Dean hated everything sticky and dirty, and he instantly wanted to wash his hands.
"This way, the kids are just eating dinner." The woman said. "By the way, my name is Maria, I work with the children on friday to tuesday." She smiled, opening a door at the end of the hall.
Instantly, noise filled the room. About twelve children and two adults sat at a long wooden table, each munching on a plate of food. A small girl sat at one end, and she instantly caught Dean's eye. She was the smallest, with long golden and brown hair, gold eyes, and lightly tanned skin. She wasn't even looking at the food, but at the window behind the counter to her left.
She wore a soft pink dugaree dress with a white t undreneath. He notices she had odd symbols drawn all up her arms. Symbols Dean himself knew all to well.
An anti-possession sigil was inked on her right hand, and a mix of other hunter-related stuff was all up her left, including the word Kristo. All the other childrens eyes flew up to meet them, but the girls stayed focused on the window. It was like she could see something, or she was waiting for something.
"Hi guys, this is Mr. Winchester and his sons. He's here to pick up Lillian, so say goodbye!" She smiled at the small girl, who stood up calmly, giving the window one last deep look, before turning to to face the three Winchester's.
None of the children moved to hug the girl, or said a word, just stared at her, the room silent. Dean felt slightly angry. That was just mean. He felt Sam step forward, towards the table.
"Most people would be decent enough to actually pretend to care, just so you know for when none of you get addopted." The words were spit from his mouth, making the tiny girl look up, shocked, a smile on her pink lips.
Dean instantly stood beside his brother, showing he was on his side.
"Yeah? Well how the hell would you like it if you got told that the freak got to leave before you? Its not fair!" A boy in a green shirt with orange hair and freckles, probably about eleven, yelled from his seat. The adults stood in shock, saying nothing. John just sighed, letting the scene play out. He was curious how it would end.
"No, I wouldn't know, but thats life, and its not fair. All of you are in the same boat here, missing parent, or just raised by deadbeats. She's four, and her mom just died! Your what, ten, eleven?" Dean demanded, giving the boy a threatening look.
The boy cringed, his dark eyes narrowing.
"I'm twelve, and so what? Loads of peoples parents die." The boy looked around, gaining a chorus of "Yeah!"s, and "You tell him, chuck!"s.
Sam crossed his arms. "Yeah, I know, my mom died when I was a baby. So we know what its like, and I would never behave like that. Theres sad, and then theres just a bunch of kids being assholes." Dean had to hold back his laughs. Sam never swore, and it was funny when he did.
The kids stared in surprise, a few gasping. Lillian stood to one side, giggling. Dean crossed to her and knelt to her level.
"Hi, I'm Dean, your brother, and thats Sam, also your brother. We're here to take you home." He grinned, and she did too. He held out his hand, and she took it, letting him lead her over to John and Sam, who was flushed with anger.
"Come on, lets go." He said, leading her into the hallway. As Sam went to follow, the boy, Chuck, started sneering to the other children.
"Ha, look, running away with the freak."
Sam spun around, dodging Maria. He clenched his fists and scowled, an odd look on his cute chubby face.
"She is not a freak, she's a four year old who was trapped in a house with her dead mother for a day and a half!" He yelled, going right up to the boy and staring him down. Chuck gulped, but refused to back down.
"And what about the devil worship? Look at her arms, its not normal!" He cried, pointing to the little girl who refused to look back. Sam actually growled, and if it had been different, Dean would have laughed. John could see things were getting heated, but he liked that the boys automatically stood up for their sister.
"Its not devil worship you moronic dick, its a family sigil, from our buisness. Its the only thing her mom gave her to look at about us, and she held onto it. Kristo means God aswel, so thats not demonic, and she's not a freak, she's clearly traumatised!" Sam squared up to the older, bigger boy, not a shaddow of fear in his eyes. He could fight, if he needed to, and he would win.
Finally, the workers stood in.
"Charles Donnevan, appologise right now to our guests! How dare you behave so rudly!" Maria cried, scolding the boy. He paled, and Sam stood up straighter.
"But, they started it!" He whined, gaining a few nods from the other kids.
"I don't care, apologise, now!" She demaned, and after a momant, Chuck mumbled a weak apology. Everyone relaxed, except for Sam, who leaned in and whispered in the boys ear.
"Monsters are real, thats our job, well kill them. There's a gun in my jacket, and I can use it. I'll be back to check on you one day, and if i don't like what I see... Boom." He made a small gun signal with his hand, and then walked away, smiling.
The Winchester's had to sign a few papers, but they were soon ready, and Lillian was all packed up. She wouldn't let go of Sam and Dean, and she kept watching John like he was magical. To her, he probably was. A week ago, she was an only child of a single mother. Now she was a child with no mother, gained a father, and had two siblings.
When the finally walked out of the house, her eyes were instantly on the Impala. She looked amazed, her golden eyes wide.
"Thats such a cool car." She whispered, the first time she had spoken to any of them. John laughed, and Dean hugged her shoulder.
"Thats ours... Wanna ride shotgun?" He said, grinning. She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth.
"I, um, can't use a gun." She mumbled, and the boys laughed harder. John said nothing, just opening the door for her.
"No, kiddo, shotgun means sit in the front." Sam told her, getting in the back.
"I haven't got a booster seat... Mommy said I need a booster seat." She said quietly, looking down. John touched her shouled gently.
"Lillian, you are officially a Winchester now, and you can't be afraid of everything. We'll get you a booster seat tomorrow, but right now, just hop on in and enjoy being a big kid."
she smiled brightly, nodding and jumping into the car, struggling to crawl onto the seat she was so small.
Dean got in, and so did John, starting up the Impala and reversing.
"Ready Lillian?" John asked before driving away. she nodded, and he set off dow the road. She watched him intently, nothing else catching her eye. She looked like she wanted to say something, but wasn't sure. After a moment, she straightened up.
"I don't like being called Lillian. My name's Lily." She told them matter-of-factly. John nodded, smiling at her.
"Okay, Lily. Yeah, deffinatly better." He then patted her head and turned back to the road. That was how Lily started her life with her new family, and how she learnt about how to be a Winchester.