*November 2, 1983*

The two oldest Winchester's, just four and two, sat on the floor of their newborn brother's nursery. Their mother sat on the rocking chair, singing little Sammy to sleep. Her voice spread warmth and security to Dean, who absently fiddled with his superhero action figures. His little sister, Maxine, watched him with earnest eyes…soaking in his every facial expression, hand gesture, and sound effect.

"Dee?" She squealed, smiling wide enough to show her sharp teeth. "Dee! Dee!" She hit her brother's side with her little hands.

"Maxie, don't hit your brother." Mary Winchester corrected in a soothing manner. "Say sorry."

"I'm sowi Dee."

"Now, Dean, what do you say?"

"Is okay, Tiny." Dean replied, handing his precious Tiny his Robin action figure while keeping Batman for himself.

"I'm so proud of my angels." Mary smiled, kissing Sammy's nose gently. The way any mother would. There was a hollow sound emanating from the foyer and two heavy footsteps on the rug. Dean bound to his feet and sprinted into his father's arms.

"Hey, Dean-o!" John raised his son in the air and ran about making airplane noises. In her hurry, Maxine tumbled down the flight of stairs, sliding at her dad's feet.

"Oompf," She coughed, looking up at her father's handsome face, waiting for someone to fuss over her.

"Is she alright?" Mary asked, calmly coming down to the foyer. Sam was awake now, his forest green eyes adjusting to the ruckus taking place. John picked up his daughter in his other arm, kissing her soft cheek.

"Owie," Maxine cooed, rubbing her face then her dad's prickly stubble.

"Sorry baby." John grinned, setting the two children on their feet and leaning over to kiss his wife and his youngest son. Life was ideal for the Winchester's this evening. Well, that is until the sun had set and a man with yellow eyes came into the six month old baby's nursery. That's when life started for us really.

*present-2010*

It's a hard luck story, I know. Mom died twenty seven years ago. I glanced up at the rear view mirror and realized what color my eyes were. They were like a bluish-green. Not the hazel green like Dean's or the dark, forest green like Sam's. Nope, I had my mom's eyes. I groaned. I hated feeling so vulnerable…so emotional. I glanced back the road. I had half an hour before I reached a little city near Dallas, Texas. My stomach started to grumble and I realized that I hadn't eaten for a whole day.

"Caviar and cigarettes well versed in etiquette, extraordinarily nice. She's a Killer Quee-een: gunpowder, guillotine, dynamite with a laser beam, guaranteed to blow your mind, anytime." It was my adrenaline acting up. I swear, I looked like a crazy person when I finally pulled up at a local hotel at midnight.

I got a room with a double bed, in case I decided to get freaky in loneliness. I laughed to myself at the thought. Imagine me, going all Dean Winchester on some guy's ass. Okay, that sounded so much better in the darkness of my mind. I hauled in my rucksack and sat on the edge of the bed, staring into the off white wall. I missed Bobby. I missed Dean and Sam. I hadn't seen them in nearly year. There was a sudden knock on the motel door that had me reaching for my side arm with a start. I opened the door slowly and there was Dean, his eyes filled with sadness. I tried to smile but his face was so distressed.

"Where's Sam?" I asked, looking behind his shoulder to see if our little brother was just lagging.

"He's gone." Dean croaked, coming in for an embrace.

"I'm here, Dean. I'm here." I felt my brother's cold tears drip on the nape of my neck. I tried to make him relax but he wouldn't budge. I finally got him to pass out on the bed while I crashed on the floor. "All my bags are packed I'm ready to go. I'm standin' here outside your door. I hate to wake you up to say goodbye. But the dawn is breakin' it is early morn, the taxi's waitin' he's blowin' his horn. Already I'm so lonesome I could die. So kiss me and smile for me. Tell me that you'll wait for me. Hold me like you'll never let me go. 'Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane don't know when I'll be back again. Oh babe, I hate to go." Dean rustled in the bed, still mumbling Sam's name.

I woke up at zero-six hundred. Dean was fast asleep; his face was still glossy from his tears. After my six mile run I returned to the dim room. Dean was sitting up on the bed, sipping on a beer. I hoped I wasn't too stinky because I sat beside him.

"Did you sleep well?" He nodded, putting his hand over mine. He smelled clean and his hair had beads of water dripping on his gray t-shirt. "What happened to Sam?"

"He stopped the apocalypse. He's probably chatting it up with Lucifer and Michael in the damn hole…" He groaned, putting his hand over his eyes. "I've gotta go."

"You're leaving me?"

"You left me…twice." I hoped I didn't hear that correctly. I went swollen with guilt. "You really think I'm gonna stick around?"

"Dean, I left because you had Sam…"

"Well, Sam's not here now anymore, is he?" His voice was loud and angry and it scared me.

"So, what, are you going back to Cassie?"

"No…Sam told me to go to Lisa." I remembered Lisa Braeden. Damn, she was a bitch. "I'm gonna go to her and her kid." I chuckled skeptically, praying to myself that he was just pulling my leg.

"You're choosing that whore over your own sister…again?" Dean stood; the fury in his eyes reflected that of his soul.

"You left, Max! You left me with dad. I am not obligated to you."

"Yeah? Well, whether you like it or not Dean Winchester, I'm obligated to you! You poor, stupid, son of a bitch…" We both stood glaring at each other, thinking of ways to eliminate the other person. "Fine," I shoved his duffle bag against his chest. "get the hell outta here, Dean. Just leave your family, just like dad did." I gathered my clothes and stormed into the bathroom. I cried as I closed the door. I had to do something. I didn't want it to end this way. I was the last Winchester girl, remember? I flung the door open and ran into my brother's arms and I refused to let him go. I didn't mean to be so cruel to him; I just loved him so damn much.

"You smell nice." Dean muttered and kissed my cheek.

"I'll always be here for you, Dee." I looked into his eyes. "Go to Lisa…go get what you deserve. And don't screw up," He smiled. "'cause it's my responsibility to kick you in the ass if you do." I stroked his cheek bone with my thumb, trying to remember everything. "I'm…gonna go take a shower… do me a favor and don't be here when I come out."

"I love you, Tiny." I bit the inside of my lip and nodded, those stupid tears cascading down my face as I started the shower. I needed a drink so damn bad.