Sorry for taking so long, lovelies. I've gone through a bit of... Trouble. Don't worry, not like personal stuff. Technical stuff. I lost internet, and then my iPad lost the file so I had to start over, and I actually lost the plot that we had written out, so I have to drag the whole fanfiction out from memory now. Son it'll take a bit longer. Sorry, loves.

Sam sighed, resting his head in his hands. "I don't know, Copper." He muttered, trying to think.
Copper gave him a little smile that he couldn't see, and she sat down next to him. "Well..." She hesitated for a moment before deciding what to say to him, "I guess you have a sister."
Sam drew in a frustrated breath. "Yeah? Well maybe I don't want one," he growled refusing to meet Copper's eyes. "You and Dean can't just expect me to... To just... accept this, and move on like I've always known her! We just met her last night!"
His friend nodded, looking at him kindly. "I know Sam, but you're lucky you know. At least you have siblings."
Sam shrugged slightly, still not looking over at her.
Copper sighed, shifting a bit. "Sam, try to look at this from her perspective- Grace doesn't have any family right now, and then she finds her brothers... But you don't want her around."
Sam sighed again. "It's not... That I don't... What the hell," he grumbled sitting up. "You're right, Copper. You're right- I feel like such a dick right now." Sam agreed with her- he shouldn't have overreacted, but he did, and now he felt guilty for it. "Do you think I can make it up to her?"
Copper nodded a bit, smiling again. "I'm sure you could go catch up with Dean and her," the younger girl suggested.
"Do you think I can make fun of her accent?" Sam laughed, looking over at Copper.
"Yeah, probably," Copper laughed, getting up to start packing up, knowing that the three- possibly four- of them were leaving today.
Instead of letting her pack, Sam took Copper's hand, nearly dragging her out behind him, "Come on, lass! Let's go!" Sam exclaimed in a very thick, very fake Irish accent. Copper grinned, trying to hide her laughter.
"Sam, I can't drink!" Copper laughed, pulling back, trying to break free of his hold, but Sam was much stronger than her.
"Aye, but ye can eat, can't ye?"
Copper was almost too embarrassed to be with him as he pulled her downtown through the streets and crowds to the pub. The accidentally ran into a couple of people, and as the man straightened up, he yelled after the two, "Hey! Watch it!"
Sam turned around, and shrugged apologetically. "Sorry, mate. Just us Irish folk!" He called before opening the door to the pub. Copper was blushing furiously as she walked in with Sam, and looked over to see Grace and Dean sitting at a table.
Dean met her eyes, confused as to why they were here, and even more confused as to why his best friend's cheeks were red, until she mouthed, "Sorry," to him and Grace as Sam sat down with them.
"Oi, sorry we're late, mate," Sam said to Grace, trying to hide his laughter with a grin.
Copper sat down across from Sam, refusing to look at him. She was so embarrassed that she gave him permission to do this.
Dean nearly choked on his beer from laughter at his brother's /terrible/ accent. Grace rolled her eyes, maybe a little annoyed and sighed.
"No, Sam. Don't- just- no."
"Okay, fine," Sam sighed. He ordered a beer for himself, and turned back to the other three people there at the table. "What did we miss?"
Grace shook her head. "Not much, I've been catching up on your lives as well as I can."
Sam nodded. "Okay, so what about yours? What have we missed out on?"
"Nothing compared to yours. I just- hunted. It seems like the whole world revolves around you two," she chuckled, looking from Sam to Dean.
"Well, it's not as fun as it sounds," Sam smirked, shaking his head. "But really, what's life been like for you?"
"Um... Not fun. Abusive dad who didn't want me, absent mother down in England, but a great brother. Stood up for me more times than I can count."
Dean frowned. "Oh. Sorry about your parents then," he muttered, taking another drink of beer. "Been in America long?"
Grace hid the sick feeling that she got when she thought about what had happened so far in America with Drew, and she shrugged in response to Dean's question. "Not really. I've been on a few hunts since I got here."
"Is it much different? The hunting- I mean," Dean continued asking Grace questions, and Sam would fit in a few when Grace or Dean would take a moment to breathe. No one noticed Copper until Grace looked over at the younger girl.
A waiter was trying to flirt with Copper who wanted nothing but to fend him off, but found herself to be unsuccessful. Grace decided to act and looked over at him, shocked.
"Oi, mate-" she got his attention and shook her head. "What the hell are you doing- flirting with his girlfriend?" She questioned innocently, motioning to Sam.
Sam looked up at the waiter, shocked, but he didn't have to act. He didn't even notice that the man was flirting with Copper, and he was even more surprised with what Grace said. He never would have seen that coming.
The waiter didn't look phased, meeting Sam's gaze cooly. "You certainly scored well. If you ever don't want her, I'll take her off your hands."
Copper and Grace's eyes flared. Sam and Dean, however, were basically speechless, until Dean stood up.
"Look, man, we don't-" he began until Grace shot up and marched over to the waiter.
"Talk about a girl like that again, and I'll beat your bloody ass, ye hear me?" She snapped threateningly. "Especially about my sister."
"Well you're a kinky one aren't you?" He chuckled darkly.
Copper was halfway out of her seat, ready to pull Grace away if she started a fight, but she stayed relatively calm.
"Leave," Grace ordered bluntly.
"I can't- I work here," he retorted before angling himself to walk away.
Grace turned around to go sit down again, but before she got far, the waiter reached back and squeezed her ass.
Grace whirled on him, but before she could do anything- before anyone could do anything- Copper had stood up and kicked him in the gut, hard enough to knock him back several feet before he fell and landed on the ground in a daze.
The three Winchesters stared at her, stunned. Copper was not a girl that they would expect to lash out like that. Copper herself looked shocked.
"Let's get out of here," she squeaked, backing up, grabbing her bag.
Dean nodded. "On it," he said, setting a few tens on the table, and stood up with Sam and Grace, walking outside quickly, everyone's eyes in the bar on the girl who had just floored one of the waiters.
Copper leaned against the outer wall of the pub and took a deep breath.
"Oops."
The three Winchesters erupted into laughter, Dean was bent over, trying to catch his breath.
Copper looked at them, still shocked for a moment, but cracked a smile. "Oh my God. What did I just do?"
Dean took a breath and looked at her proudly. "You just kicked ass, and saved Grace from a creep."
Grace nodded. "Yeah, thanks for that."
Copper nodded. "No problem." She was quiet for a moment before she made an 'ew' face. "How old do you think he was anyways?"
Grace shook her head, not sure. "Mid forties?"
Copper stuck her tongue out. "Gross," she gagged, and smirked at the boys devilishly. "Don't go flirting with pretty girls when you're that old..." She was quiet for a moment and coughed, "Dean."
"What!? I would never."
Everyone laughed at him.

"Ready to head out of town?" Copper asked, looking at them.
Grace nodded first. "Yeah. Copper, you're in the truck with me. I found a hunt up in Michigan. I actually have a place up there," she said, walking to her truck. She glanced back at the other two Winchesters. "I'll text you the address," she said, getting in the truck, waiting for Copper to follow.

...And, so, that's that. Please R&R. It would mean a lot to me if you followed the story as well. Grace and I have worked really hard on it.