22 years later
"Dean, I'm telling you, we don't need to disturb Sammy's 'Normal Life' just for this. We can find Dad on our own."
"Yeah, like that's been working well for the past few weeks. Mercy, we need Sam with us. He will help."
Mercy sighed at the back of Dean's head. She missed those times in the past where he would listen to her every word and followed her around like a cute little duckling. Now, he was just a big stubborn muscle head who acted like he was the oldest.
She stretched out across the backseat of the Impala making her-self comfortable. She may as well grab a nap before yanking their littlest brother from his cushy life. It took a few hours to reach the dorms from where they were, and that stupid monster had given her a sore back.
The sound of the Impala's engine was like a lullaby by that point, helping her drift along to sleep.
"Why do you think Dad's gone?"
Mercy didn't bother opening her eyes at the sound of Dean's small voice. He never could handle too much attention when he let a small bit of vulnerability through. As much as he may deny it, Mercy knew she was the only one he could ever let his walls down so far. He played the part of tough older brother well enough but to Mercy he would only ever be her little brother that wouldn't let go of her when she had to go to school.
"God only knows how that man's mind works. I doubt he's hurt; he would've managed to send word to us if he was. He probably just found something on old yellow eyes and went rampaging down the highway."
Not hearing a reply, Mercy allowed her mind to drift off into the land of sleep, the soft sound of Dean's music surrounding her.
When Mercy later woke up, she could almost physically feel the tension pouring off Dean in waves. The poor man was wracked with nervousness and didn't look to be calming down anytime soon.
She understood the feeling. It had been years since they had properly spoken to their brother, it was no fault of their own. They tried to call him but the idjit couldn't be bothered talking to his family. So yeah, she wasn't sure how he was going to react to his older siblings showing up and dragging him back into the life he tried so hard to escape. He would probably kick them out with a few choice words.
She was snapped out of her musings by the rather forceful stopping of the car. She groaned her dislike and hoped Dean would just leave her alone.
"Time to wake up sleeping beauty, we've got a sasquatch to get."
She groaned louder this time, but made her way out the car all the same. She couldn't wait to give her giant brother a long overdue hug.
"So how are we going to do this? Are we using the window or door, knocking or entering?"
She rolled her eyes at the cheeky smile Dean was giving her. Sometimes her brother really could be a giant kid, where he got the energy she didn't know. But she knew it lead to lots of funny moments.
"What do you think?!" Entering through the window it was. Sammy was in for the shock of his life, or maybe that was the day she had to explain the Birds and the Bees to him? His face that day was too hilarious.
They were about to head off when she noticed something. Trust her brother to make life more difficult than it needed to be.
"Dean, you're not going to need your gun. Leave it in the car."
"C'mon Mercy, we never know-"
"Put it in the car Dean." She glared at him, daring him to go against her. But of course Dean was a stubborn ass and wouldn't go down without a fight.
"But-"
"Dean, you are a grown man. Stop acting like a child and put your gun in the car. You have your knives if something goes wrong."
He sighed in defeat and put his gun back in the glove compartment. He sarcastically raised his hands to show he didn't have any more guns.
"Happy now mum?"
Mercy felt the familiar urge to slap his head itch in her hand. Not one to repress her urges, she let her hand fly and felt a smidge of satisfaction when a loud smack echoed through the dark empty street. It was almost a miracle that she actually managed to hit her brother's head seeing as she just barely reached his shoulder.
It wasn't all that fun being the smallest in the family, you get picked on and picked up, and you can never get your stuff back because their arms may as well be the top of Everest. However it did help her improve her climbing skills.
The two just laughed at each other and made their way towards the apartment they knew Sammy was in. He may have abandoned them but there was no way in hell they were leaving him on his own. Neither commented on the fact that the messing around was just to calm the nerves. There was no need to.
Breaking- I mean opening the window was easy, far too easy. Mercy was going to have words with that brother of hers, he couldn't have become that complacent that he didn't put extra protection around the place.
She had to admire it though. Sam had made quite the nice little home. There wasn't much on the walls or on any of the surfaces but there was that distinct Home feel that she hadn't felt for so many years. She was proud of the gigantor; he made the most of his normal life.
Her other brother, of course, ignored everything and went straight for the beer fridge. He could detect beer and pie from anywhere in the building. It was almost scary if it weren't for the fact she and Sammy had similar homing abilities, but for other things of course.
Sammy would always find the exact book needed to find out any and all lore on the monster they were hunting and she just instinctively knew who would help on a case or who had the hot's for her. It made picking people up that much easier. What? Dean had to have gotten it from somewhere.
She shook her head at her brother's ridiculousness; she'd be surprised if Sam hadn't heard him making a racket with the bottles. She decided to just stand in the shadows and wait for the youngest Winchester to walk in.
She didn't have to wait long and was treated with the sight of her brothers try to beat each other up. The idiots didn't notice her, apparently fighting was more important. She just about stifled her laugh when Sam finally realised who it was he was attacking.
"Wow easy there tiger."
"Dean? You scared the crap outta me." Oh come on Sammy,
"That's coz you're outta practice."
Dean ended up eating his words when Sam flipped them over. Mercy winced at the sound of impact, he may be out of practice but the youngest Winchester could really pack a punch. Must be from all the health nut routines he forced himself through, god knows it wasn't cheap when he was in a 'fruit and veg is the way to go' mood when they were younger.
"Or not, now get off me." As they pulled each other up, Mercy had the time to truly appreciate how tall Sam had grown. The kid had been just slightly taller than Dean when he left for college and even then Dean had done a bit of growing. Now looking at them side by side Sam was huge, in height and muscle. The kid had obviously been looking after himself.
"Dean, what are you doing here?" Mercy shrank when she heard the hostility in his voice. It was bad enough knowing they weren't welcome in Sam's new life, but for him to be so openly defensive about it made her more guilty about asking for his help.
"I was looking for a beer." Because that's what all brothers look for when they break into their brothers home. She sighed silently at her brother's way of dealing with Sam, she had tried to drill some common sense into the boy's head but it seemed to have only worked on Sam.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" Mercy decided against announcing her presence. She figured it would only make things worse. It wasn't like she was forcing Dean to handle it all, not at all….
"Okay, alright, we gotta talk."
"Um, there is the phone?!" Sarcastic Sammy wasn't fun to deal with. She bet that if she could see, he'd have his famous 'Bitch Face' as Dean called it. Deciding to save her brother from her other brother's glare she spoke out, scaring the crap out of both of them.
"If we had called, would you have picked up?" Sam calmed down at the sight of her before giving a guilty look. She knew he hated disappointing her, but there was a line on how much you're allowed to ignore your family.
The light flickered on and all eyes shot to the blonde girl in the door way. Mercy deduced that she was Sam's girlfriend but she couldn't help admiring the view, it wasn't often she was given the chance to ogle another woman.
"Sam?" She had a nice voice too. How the hell did that nerdy kid bag a smoking hot girl like her?
"Hey, Jess. Um, Dean, Mercy, this is Jess, my girlfriend." He emphasised the 'Girlfriend part' knowing full well what his siblings were like when it came to a hot person.
"Jess, this is Dean and that's Mercy."
Realisation sparked in her eyes and she moved in further notably more comfortable.
"Wait, your siblings Dean and Mercy?" Cue Dean's flirty smile, he may have gotten his flirty attitude from her but at least she knew when someone was off limits.
"I-uh, love the Smurfs." He completely ignored the glares coming from his siblings and pointed towards the intricately placed Smurfs on the poor girl's top.
"I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league." He stepped closer to the uncomfortable girl no registering her discomfort.
She had had enough. She dragged her slut of a brother back to where Sam was fuming. She should've known Dean would find a way to embarrass her.
"If she's out of Sam's league then there is no way she's anywhere near your league. Next time you want to piss us all off, try not hitting on Sam's significant other."
Dean laughed it off and placed a friendly arm around her shoulders putting more weight than needed on her. She was used to the weight though and had no problem keeping him up.
"Come on Mercy. We all know you were looking too. Don't tell me off for doing what you were thinking." It took one look on Sam and Jess' faces to realise that her loving little brother hadn't told her about Mercy's 'habits' as their dad called it.
"I'll just go get something else on." Mercy sighed again. She was used to people acting strange when they found out about her preferences and was pretty much resigned to it always happening. But it was kind of insulting when they showed so much discomfort.
"No, no! I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously," Fed up now with his non-existent manners Mercy sent a swift kick to the back of his knees and watched the middle Winchester fall to the ground in an ungraceful heap.
"There's flirting, there's being disrespectful and there's just being plain creepy. You can tell she's not happy with you hitting on her so stop it."
Her only answer was a painful groan and a grateful smile from the two love birds. However, the peace didn't last as Dean recovered quickly and opened his mouth again.
"Anyway, we gotta borrow your boyfriend over here and talk about some private family business. But it was nice meeting you."
There was no getting inside that thick head of his. If she didn't know any better she could've sworn he'd been dropped too many times as a baby.
"No." Sam moved to take position next to Jess. "No, whatever you've want to say you can say it in front of her."
Dean was obviously not happy with this but a quick glare kept him quiet on the matter.
"Dad hasn't been home in a few days." She voiced out. May as well get it over with and hope Sam didn't make the same mistake as Dean did with Cassie. That was ugly to sort out, she's pretty sure they're never allowed back in that town.
"So he's working overtime on a miller time shift. He'll stumble back home again sooner or later." Seriously, she knew he had some issues with Dad (hell, she had few too) but did he really think they'd be there if it was just a case of him getting wasted?
"Dad's on a hunting trip. And he hasn't been home in a few days." Dean said, taking over for her.
Sam's eyes widened as he finally understood what we were trying to tell him. He stepped away from his girlfriend and pushed her gently away.
"Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside."