Hello all! I'm sorry I haven't updated in over a week, my classes all suddenly got very busy last week and then I lost my inspiration for writing. I struggled a bit through this one, even though I had an idea of what it should be. So for that, I'm sorry. Next week, I plan on finishing a piece and posting it and then the following week will be a kind of sequel to this chapter in a way. The sequel will be Thanksgiving-centered, since I live in the states and I celebrate it. Sorry for all of those who don't, but it will be good, I promise! Anyway, enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: Oh boy do I wish i owned them, but I don't.

Warnings: Mention of sewing up of an arm and the popping back in of a shoulder

Ages:

Carter: 16

Dean:29

Sam:25

Takes place somewhere in season 4

I borrowed the scene from 4x09 "I Know What You Did Last Summer" when Sam and Dean come back from getting their asses kicked because I suck at writing scenes like that.

One more thing: I couldn't find anywhere to add this into the story, so I'll put it here. Grant is my OC who is a senior in high school and has brown hair. He comes from a wealthy family, which you'll see in two chapters from now. Everything else is up to your imaginations!

The door banged open and Sam and Dean struggled in. Dean had his left arm cradled against his chest and Sam had blood running down his arm. On cue, Carter stood up from her bed and put down her phone. She grabbed the first aid kit and walked over to them. Dean dropped his bag on the floor and walked into the bathroom. Sam sat down on his bed and rolled up the sleeves of his blood stained shirt. Wordlessly, Carter put the first aid kit next to Sam and went over to the table to grab a bottle of beer.

It was quiet in the motel room. All that could be heard was the splashing of water in the sink and groans from Sam as he threaded a needle. Every now and then, a car horn beeped outside at the intersection.

Carter popped the cap off of the beer and handed it to Sam. He took a chug before starting to sew his arm up. Dean hobbled out of the bathroom with his arm still clutched against his chest. His face no longer had blood on it but his clothes were clearly stained. "Carter I need you to get my shoulder back in," he said in a pained voice. She nodded, tugged on her shirt slightly and walked to where Dean was.

Her stomach fluttered as she stood behind him and positioned her hands on his shoulder. She'd only had to do this once before and it required a lot of strength. Unfortunately, it didn't pop back in and it ended up hurting Dean even more. Sam was still sewing up a deep gash in his arm so he couldn't do it. It was up to Carter.

"Come on," Dean soothed, knowing she was nervous. "Just pull it backwards really hard. You can do it." Carter nodded even though he couldn't see. She took a deep breath.

"Ready? One, two." On two she pulled his shoulder backwards and Dean groaned as it fell back into place. Immediately, he sat up and rubbed the shoulder gently. He nodded a couple times and grabbed the beer Sam had. He took a long drink of it and looked over at his sister.

"See? I knew you could do it," he smiled softly. She smiled back and finally he could take his little sister in; she had a black skirt on and a clean purple sweater over top. Around her neck she wore a simple chain and pendant and a fake ring on her finger. Needless to say, this was not what she usually wore. Hardly ever, actually. "You got another case or something?" The only time she would ever wear something other than jeans was when she was playing FBI. And she never had jewelry on (for a good reason, too).

Self consciously, Carter looked down at her outfit. Slowly and cautiously, she looked up at her brother; this was the hard part. "Actually, I have a date. He's picking me up in a couple minutes."

Dean looked at her like she grew another head. "Excuse me?"

"A date, Dean," Carter clarified. "You know, those things where you go out with someone, watch a movie, eat dinner, that kind of stuff."

Dean scoffed and smiled; not the smile Carter particularly liked. "I know what a friggin' date is. What I don't know is why you're going on one," he spat.

"Because I can?"

Before Dean could respond, a knock sounded at the door. Crap, Carter thought, he's early. Dean threw a hard glare at Carter and went to the door. With his good arm, he grabbed a gun and hid it behind his back. With his bad arm, he opened the door. Carter sighed and started chewing on her lip. She tried peeking around Dean but he was so gigantic she couldn't see anything.

"Who're you?" Dean asked gruffly. At his voice, Carter stopped chewing on her lip and moved to the door. She pulled Dean out of the way slightly and looked up at her date, Grant.

"Dean, this is my boyfriend, Grant. Grant, this is my oldest brother, Dean," Carter introduced, hoping that Dean would calm down and not put a bullet in his brain.

Dean glared into the young man standing in front of him. Grant's smile wavered. "It's nice to meet you," he said softly and after a nervous glance from Carter added, "S-sir."

"No," Dean said and shut the door.

Carter's mouth gaped and she turned angrily to her escaping brother. Biting hard on her tongue, she turned away from him and opened the door back up. Grant stared worriedly at his girlfriend as he clutched a flower tightly in his hands.

"Did I say something wrong?" He asked and Carter pulled him into the room.

As she shut the door behind him, she replied, "Naw, it's not your fault." Turning into the room, Dean stood next to the bed Sam was sitting on. "My brother's just an asshole!" She called loudly.

"Oh I'm an asshole? Why, because I won't let you go on some stupid date? With some sex-driven boy?"

"Dean!" Carter cried with her face reddening.

"Shut up, the both of you!" Sam yelled. Dean and Carter both stopped and stared at their brother. Meanwhile, Grant was taking it all in. The empty take out containers everywhere, the beer bottles, Sam's bleeding arm, the bloody rags. Grant would be much more concerned over Sam's current bleeding if it weren't for the fact that no one else seemed to care. Even Sam himself had acted as though he'd almost forgotten. Almost.

Sam grabbed the beer bottle Dean had picked up a minute ago and washed his finished stitching. He hissed in pain and stood up, handing the bottle back to Dean. The room was completely silent, save for the air conditioning kicking on.

"Carter, just go on your date," Sam granted as he picked up a clean towel. He pressed it to his arm.

"Dude, what the hell?" Dean challenged.

"I'm tired, man. I don't feel like dealing with her whining all night, do you?"

Ignoring his last remark, Carter smiled wide and ran to Sam, throwing her arms around his neck. "Thank you thank you thank you! You're the best, Sam!"

Sam chuckled as he returned the hug. "No problem. Just be back by eleven."

Carter nodded and turned to Dean, ready for him to bitch and moan and tell her Sam wasn't the boss. Instead, he agreed. A night without his pain-in-the-ass little sister would be a well-deserved calm one. "No drinking, no bars, no wild parties; basically don't do anything I would do. Got it?" Dean commanded.

Carter nodded. "Yes, sir." She gave him a quick hug and grabbed her old boots. Quickly, she crammed them on and grabbed her stuff. She moved to the door, Grant following behind her.

"Thank you for allowing me to bring your sister out," Grant thanked and Carter opened the door.

Dean nodded. But before the couple left out the door, he called, "Hey, Grant, you do anything to my little sister, I'll make sure your last few hours are as painful as possible. Got it?" His demand prompted Carter to roll her eyes and Grant to swallow nervously; he'd no doubt Dean would do just that.

Protecting little sisters was all in the job title of being the big brother, right?

What did you think? Leave me a comment or send me a pm, either would be fantastic! I also am taking suggestions for future chapters, if you have any ideas. I love hearing them! Speaking of, this chapter was inspired by the amazing Jenmm31. Thank you so much!

See you all next week!