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Maryse: 11

Sam: 17

"You're really going to college, Sammer?" I asked my older brother. He was on the computer, looking stuff up for a project.

"I want to," he replied, picking up a few of his notes that had been scrawled across scrap pieces of paper. From what I could tell, it was a science project, and I knew Sam liked doing it; he'd always liked things that had to do with science. He stopped for a moment and looked at me. "Do you think Dad will let me?"

I hesitated for a moment. Would he be upset if I told him the truth? Dad would never let Sam go. I didn't want Sam to go either. There were so many things — monsters — out there, and without anyone else around to help protect him, he could get hurt. Yeah, Dad had trained us very well, but still…

"Come on, Rissy, I already know the answer." I sat there for a moment and then hesitantly shook my head. With a grimace, he went back to his project.

"I don't want you to go either, Sammer. It's scary out there."

"Crap, Dean!" I hissed as my older brother oh so gracefully tumbled through the window. If there was anything that Dean wasn't good at, it was being stealthy. I had no idea why he'd insisted on scaling the walls of the building — which, I might add, was ridiculously trying — and climbing through one of the windows, but we were failing at the whole purpose of doing so. We were supposed to be quiet, undetected. And why were we failing?

Because one of my older brothers is a bull, and my other older brother's apartment is a china shop.

"Dean, I have to pee, so if you do not get out of my way, I'm landing on you."

Once Dean had finally moved his fat self out of the way, I pulled myself up onto the windowsill to a crouched position. Then I carefully made my way through the opened window, one foot at a time. Once I made my landing, I gave Dean the "OK" sign, and he nodded, starting through the house. I had no idea what our plan even was or where he was even going. I mean, if we were able to sneak around until morning, did he just want to wait patiently in the living room, making ourselves at home on Sam's furniture?

I followed him silently, keeping as quiet as I could, until I realized we were wandering aimlessly. Then it hit me. "Dean?" I called in a hushed voice.

"Yeah?"

"Are you looking for a beer?"

"What do you think?" he replied.

With that, I shook my head and began to do some investigating myself, maybe look for the kitchen for Dean? A bathroom for me? The apartment was dark, but my eyes had begun to adjust, and I noticed the curtain of beads in front of me, separating two rooms. Carefully, I peeled the beads open and walked through, finishing the feat by twisting around and closing them silently. I hadn't taken five steps when the clinging of beads sounded behind me, and I cringed as Dean's heavy footfalls sounded throughout the room. I gritted my teeth, pursing my lips, and placing a finger over them, and as I turned to look at Dean to show him the signal, a force barreled into me.

A yelp escaped my lips as I fell to the ground, mentally chiding myself for not being alert. I kicked violently and swung my fists at my attacker, and they grunted. Before they could react any further, their weight was torn off of me, and I was immediately back on my feet, sputtering a little and wondering how I hadn't relieved my bladder during the whole attack. Dean and the person had begun fighting, working their way into another room. It was then that I realized the attacker was probably Sam. I recognized the fighting technique, not to mention we were in his home. Before, I hadn't been given the luxury of questioning who my attacker was.

I followed them as they moved into a different room and crossed my arms, smirking. It was like old times when we all used to train together, and it brought memories of my first few training sessions at six years old. I remembered always rooting for whichever one of them I was getting along with. Those were the good old days…

A thud coming from the two combatants caused my head to whip in their direction and my time of reminiscing to cease. I chuckled a little as I heard Dean say, "Whoa, easy."

"Dean?" Sam said, looking between the both of us, pants prominent between each word, "Ris? You scared the crap outta me."

"That's 'cause you're out of practice," Dean replied.

I snickered a little when Sam brought his foot up, using the momentum to flip Dean over and gain the upper hand. "Or not," I said, smirking a little.

I could almost feel Dean roll his eyes at the two of us when he said, "Get off me."

With that, Sam leaned back on his heels, lending Dean a helping hand. Dean stood up while Sam asked, "What are you guys doing here?"

"Well, Dean was looking for a beer, and I was looking for a bathroom," I answered, a smirk across my lips.

Sam turned towards me, his eyes widened. "Ris, you look so different!" he exclaimed, seeming to have just now noticed the changes becoming a teenager had given me. I was slimmer than I was the last time he saw me, and my hair was longer and a darker blonde. It was almost a dirty blonde now, whereas it used to be a light blonde. I was also taller, reaching about 5'4". But even though I knew it may have been a lot to take in — I mean, a lot changes in four years — I still had to go to the bathroom.

So, to answer my brother in the most polite way a tired and grumpy Winchester could, I rolled my eyes and said, "Yeah, it's called puberty. Where's the toilet?"

Both Sam and Dean began to chuckle when the light suddenly cut on, bringing their laughter to a silence. My eyes turned towards the entryway to the room, and I saw a girl standing there. She was slim and tall, which was perfect, considering Sam was a giant.

"Jess," Sam said, "Hey…" He paused and looked at Dean and I. "Dean, Ris, this is my girlfriend, Jessica."

I smiled at her and gave her a small wave as she took a step towards us. She had a confused look on her face, but then recognition swept over her features. And she smiled, as if proud of herself, as she said, "Wait, your siblings, Ris and Dean?"

I nodded, but before I could say anything, Dean cut in with, "I love the Smurfs." At first, I was confused, but then I followed Dean's gaze to Jessica's shirt. It had the smurfs on it, very faded, showing that she'd worn it a lot. It was only in that moment that I noticed she was only in a crop top and underwear, and I immediately felt embarrassed for her. How awkward would that be? Walking into your living room to see two complete strangers while you were in your underwear?

"You know, I gotta tell you, you are completely out of my brother's league," Dean continued. Jessica just gave Dean an almost disbelieving look, and I rolled my eyes.

"Just . . . let me go put something on," she said, beginning to turn away.

Dean's eyes widened a tad, "No, no, wouldn't dream of it —"

"Dean, leave her alone," I said, rolling my eyes dramatically.

Dean rolled his head around, a grin still plastered on his face, and said, "Anyway, I gotta talk to your boyfriend here about some private family business, but uh…nice meetin' you."

I cut in once again then, saying, "Uh, can someone please tell me where the bathroom is?"

Jessica's expression changed from embarrassed to understanding in a second, and she moved to the side of the walkway, gesturing towards the hall behind her. As I made my way past her, she pointed to one of the two doorways in the small corridor. "The light switch is on the left, behind the door, so you have to close it before you turn the light on. I'm sorry; I know it's weird, but-"

I cut her off. "It's fine," — I smiled — "I can manage." Then I walked towards the bathroom.

I entered the pitch black room and closed the door behind me, becoming encased by the darkness. Then I felt the wall that had previously been behind the door to find the light. It took me about a minute of molesting the wall to find the switch, and it was one of those flat ones, like a button, so that made it even harder to locate. When the light turned on, I found myself staring straight at the mirror, and a hideous face staring back at me from over my shoulder.

The mutilated, yellow-eyed image flickered, and I tensed up immediately, my hands going into fists. In seconds, the image disappeared, burning its surprised and irritated expression into my mind. I quickly turned around, looking over my shoulder. There was nothing there. The demon had vanished, had it even been there in the first place. I shook my head, and blinked my eyes a little. I hadn't had enough sleep lately anyway. Usually, I ran on four hours, but lately, with the disappearance of my father, I'd been running on two. I had never even seen a demon with anything but black eyes also. It was just my imagination. Demons didn't have yellow eyes.

I rubbed my forehead a little, mentally scolding myself for letting my imagination get to me and then went and continued on with my business. Once I had relieved myself, I washed my hands and left the bathroom, turning the light off by awkwardly bending my arm around the wooden door. I made my way back to the living room to find it empty.

"Oh, Maryse!"

I turned around to look into the lit bedroom to see Jessica sitting on the bed, looking at me. "Yeah?" I said.

"Your brothers told me to let you know they went outside to talk and-"

I shook my head, folding my arms across my abdomen. "Do you mind if I stay in here instead of following them? I'm sure one of them will come back in to get me." I really didn't want to hear the two of them fight right now, and I was sure that was what was happening out next to the Impala at this very moment.

She nodded and smiled reassuringly. "Sure, I don't mind."

I grinned and took a few steps towards the door way, unfolding my arms and leaning against the frame. "So, are you and my brother planning on getting married?"

Jessica blushed immediately but smiled, her pretty blue eyes shimmering. "I don't know; I hope so," she said. My grin widened. She and Sam were clearly in love, and if they got married, I would have a sister, the first ever female figure in my life.

"I hope so too," I replied, still smiling.

"So I hope your dad's alright."

I felt my gaze harden and immediately tried to fix it so as not to make her uncomfortable. I couldn't, so I just looked away. "Yeah, I do too," I said, keeping my blue eyes trained on the hard wood.

"Are you three going to look for him?" she questioned.

I looked up at her and nodded. "Of course, why wouldn't we?" I asked, perplexed at her question.

She, in return, seemed taken aback at my question. "Well, most people would just file a missing persons report," she answered, as if it were the most obvious solution to our problems.

I was about to respond with something cool like "we aren't most people," but I heard the front door open. I turned around to see Sam walking in.

"Dean's waiting outside," he told me, still approaching Jessica and I. As he passed me, he said, "Backseat." I grinned a little, realizing that he was saying he was coming with us, but then my grin quickly became a grimace as the realization of having to sit in the backseat registered.

I turned around once more to see Jessica and waved. "Bye, Jessica. I'll see you soon!" I said, smiling warmly.

She waved to me also and replied politely with, "Bye, Maryse. Hopefully we'ltalk again soon."