Red has met his end

AN: This chapter might come as a little shock, I didn't even see it coming till it was too late! It does get really fluffy and kind of went out on a limb towards then end, being as I have no siblings myself I'm not sure if it will be taken how I meant it to be.

This might be one of my last chapters, I am deffinitly getting close to the end here. If you guys do want to see more or if you have any suggestions let me know!

Ashley woke up with a jolt and sweat running down her forehead. From the looks of the sitting room, her brothers had been working all night and only recently fallen asleep. "That's it." She muttered to herself. All she could think of was that she was done sleeping and being a little girl; tired of being weak and having her brothers see her as someone who is going to pass out at any moment. She sat herself up with these thoughts running through her mind. "I need to go running" she said out loud before realizing it was just loud enough to make Dean stir. Deciding she had sat around long enough Ashley got up and located her duffel, grabbing her running clothes from the mess of quickly packed items.

Running was something she picked up from Sam when Dean had gone to Hell. Sam would always leave before dawn and come back right before she woke up, but she liked to go for a run the opposite way when he would leave. Running to her was a way to clear her mind-it made her feel in control of everything going around her. Looking up with a new found sense of calm, she noticed the position of the bright sun "It's around noon." she said to herself, sighing "I've got to be back soon so they don't worry."

She started to run and not paying any mind to anything else around her, vowing to only run a couple miles so she had plenty of time to get back before her brothers or Bobby woke up. The rhythm of her feet falling against the ground kept her mind in reality even if she was running on autopilot-only her sense of direction in use to loop her back to Bobby's front door. Ashley was smiling; she hadn't felt as good as she did now with sweat running down her back and heavy breathing.

Dean was just starting to stir on the couch; Sam was still passed out mouth open on Bobby's wood desk. Not wanting to scare her oldest brother into an early morning adrenaline rush and Sam to have a gun pointed at her head, she crept slowly back into the house, careful to avoid the squeaky floor board right in the middle of the doorway-both her and her brothers have spent so much time at Bobby's house, they know every inch of his run down house. Smiling at herself, she sat back down on the couch expecting a minute to catch her energy, instead Dean woke up from the shift of weight "Where have you been?" Dean whispered careful not to wake his brother.

"I went for a run, just got back" Ashley panted happily.

"You and Sam are both crazy" Dean yawned and re-positioning himself from his previous sleeping situation. "Well, do you feel better?"

Getting another idea, Ashley looked over at her brother with raised eyebrows and a smirk in her lips "I feel like I need to shoot or punch something."

Dean caught on to his sister's implication. "Alright princess," he croaked standing up "let's go put some mileage on Bobby's bag."

The two Winchester's had a great time bonding with fist flying and straining their muscles. Both were sweating up a storm and finally warmed up, they turned to sparing and Ashley was winning, until she took a swing at Dean and felt everything in her back rip apart. Apparently Dean and heard what she felt and was stripping the gloves off with worry in his eyes. Ashley's back was bear because she had resulted to only wearing a sports bra once the punches started flying. Dean turned Ashley around and inspected the mess on her back "Dammit, you pulled all of your stitches."

"Shit." Ashley breathed out sharply, as she shuffled back into the house and heading straight for Bobby. Sam took one look at his sister's back and grabbed the plastic bottle of whiskey and a shot glass while Bobby got the first aid kit.

"You're having a bad week darling." a British voice pierced the confusion in the kitchen.

"What the hell is he doing here?" Dean barked as he closed the space between him and the other side of the kitchen, where the red-eyed demon was standing. Sam jumped on his brother's heels and dragged him away from the demon

"He's here to explain what we found!" Sam yelled. Dean backed away only to stand in front of his sister.

"You found something?" Ashley exhaled when Bobby pulled the black thread through her puckered skin again.

"A picture," Sam explained turning towards her "of Crowley and a woman named Naomi, who just so happens to look just like you."

Unsure of how to respond, Ashley picked up the bottle of makeshift wound cleaner and took a big long swig, feeling the liquid burn all the way down her throat.

Bobby was finally done stitching up Ashley's back again and was cleaning up the blood from the area. She was still sitting in her sports bra sipping from the bottle, stone faced.

"You know kid" Bobby dared "just cause some bitch of hell came in here looking for ya' doesn't mean he's going to get his wish."

Getting up and placing the bottle on the red stained table, Ashley slipped the knife off the table away from the watchful eye of her father figure. "I'm just going to kill him." Ashley said as she ran straight for Crowley, plunging the knife deep into his chest. Hearing the commotion, Sam and Dean ran in only to see the knife in Ashley's hand and Bobby staring at her unable to move. Sam just stared while Dean looked at the youngest Winchester with a grin growing on his stubble ridden face. "I wanted to gank that son of a bitch."

After killing Crowley, Ashley had decided she needed to clear her head again, and punching Dean was out of the question this time. Throwing on a shirt, she walked out to the salvage yard to see what Bobby had this time, she used to do this every time Daddy Winchester dropped the kids off-Mustangs were always her favorite. As she walked down an aisle, she came across a mangled and rusty look alike of Baby. Instantly memories Ashley tried so hard to forget started to flood back; Dean was laying in the hospital bed on life support, Dad making a deal with Yellow Eyes to save Dean. It was as if Ashley was forced to watch her two eldest family members leave her alone in the messed up world again. Tears starting to roll down her cheeks, she stepped closer to inspect the interior, but then there were footsteps walking up behind her. Chocking back sobs and wiping away tears, she turned toward the intruder walking up behind her.

"Why'd you do it Ash?" Sam asked

"Why wouldn't I? He keeps coming after me and seeing me as this Naomi whore!" She was hysterical, again.

Looking down at his feet he shrugged in agreement. "You really aren't okay are you?" Sam prodded.

"No" Ashley snickered "but you know, whenever I got scared when I was a kid I would sleep curled up at the foot of your bed. When you started to move around before you woke up, I would go back to my bed."

Sam smiled from ear to ear "I know" he responded, mischief in his eyes. "You're blushing Ash."

Ashley was surprised, "I thought this was just my secret. I almost wish I was 5 again so I could curl up back at the foot of your bed."

Walking towards his broken sister, Sam cupped his hand under her chin forcing her hazel eyes to meet his "How about you leave the couch for Dean tonight and we push another bed into the spare room upstairs? You know Dean is going to laugh-"

"I know" Ashley interrupted him laughing "I'd like that."

AN: Hope this last part isn't seen as inappropriate! I would have had them share the same bed at first, but I thought that is really pushing it. Tell me what you thought! I personally thought it was time to show what Ashley Winchester was finally made of!