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"Wait, a wendigo? Why didn't you tell me?" I ask loudly. Dean is looking at the phone in surprise while Sam is shaking his head. I can't believe it. John Winchester saved my uncle, and my cousins, lives while they were on a camping trip. I remember the weekend he went there too, and how he came back and didn't talk to me for months! Those were some of my darkest days.

But, apparently a wendigo took my oldest cousin, Ron, and John found my scared shitless uncle a few hours later. He saved them and then later told them about monsters. That's why he doesn't let any of his kids out of his sight, I guess.

"We were going to, actually, that weekend you were going to come over. But, then…you know what happened." He finishes awkwardly and I nod, not really caring that he brought the suicide attempt up. I'm not ashamed.

"Well, that's crazy. I guess we'll have back up in case we need it." Dean says jokingly. What Dean doesn't know is that my uncle would actually help when we need it. The fucker was in the army for half of my life, he would shoot the pizza man if he got the order wrong, probably.

"Oh yeah, definitely. Ronnie, Alec, Grim, and I will be happy too anytime. We've trained for a few months now, even been on a few simple hunts." My uncles' voice says. I totally did not see this whole thing happening. Ever. I've always known my uncle to be a gruff, sarcastic guy who doesn't take shit from anyone. He's always been soft with his kids though, including me. He kind of reminds me of a Bobby Singer with kids.

"Awesome. Well I hope you know your niece is in good hands then. We can all exchange numbers, meet up soon, and maybe do a few hunts together." Sam takes over our side of the conversation and I smile as he includes my uncle in the 'business.'

"How you doing?" Dean asks, looking in the rearview mirror at me. After we finished the conversation with my uncle, promising to meet up with them soon, Sam convinced Dean to take him so he can see his mom's grave. Dean fought hard against it but I convinced him by telling him to think about Sam. That got him to drive to Lawrence so Sam can see her headstone.

It's been a few hours since then, it's completely dark, and a quiet Led Zepplin song is playing in the background. Dean and Sam have took turns sleeping and driving, I've slept two hours, the rest of the time I've been gazing at the scenery, thanking the medication I'm on right now that I'm not feeling any pain.

"Fine. I'm still surprised that my uncle is like a half-way hunter." I whisper back so I don't wake up Sam. Dean nods understandingly and looks over to Sam for a minute, a gentle caring in his eyes. He doesn't reply but he smiles gently and looks back to the road.

"You know, I've always wanted a little sibling. Someone I can take care of and have a reason to try and not be a failure. When I was younger I'd always bring it up with my parents and they would call me selfish, getting so mad at me. I eventually just stopped trying and I don't know why but then I convinced myself that it was because they couldn't trust me. So, whenever I saw a baby I would just sprint away, not even looking at it." I say, almost laughing when I remember the time I ran out of the Nike store, almost stealing the pair of shoes in my hand.

"So imagine how panicked I was when my brother told me he got someone pregnant. After I saw Piper though…I just stopped being scared of kids. She was amazingly beautiful. But, then her mom put her up for adoption, my brother had no say in it. I still saw her a few times a year though, she was amazing. My reason to keep going, to hope I could have one of my own sometime. But, that changed." I whisper as I smile at the memories of my niece. It's silent for a few seconds and I start to think Dean will never reply, until he looks back at me for a second, frowning.

"Why'd that change?" He whispers back.

"I realized that babies get their genes from their parents. I didn't want my kid to turn out like me. My worst fear was to have someone turn out like me. Now I'm definitely not going to, knowing that a demon could possess him or something." I say and it's back to silence. Saying my thoughts out loud is better than suffering in silence.

The boys argued once more about going to Mary's grave. Sam won of course. So now, I'm slowly walking behind Sam as he goes to find his mom's grave. Dean stayed behind. You'd think that this would look like a scene from a movie. Dramatic music in the background, rain falling from the sky, maybe even some 'mysterious person meets us at the headstone, telling us life changing advice.' But none of that happens. Sam digs up a small piece of the ground before placing John's dog tags in there. He mutters some sentences to the grave but I look away, not wanting to intrude on this moment.

I hear Sam stand back up and slowly walk past me. I give a small forced smile even though he doesn't look at me before standing up from the bench I was sitting on. I shift awkwardly and step up to the headstone.

"You got some amazing sons, Mary. I'll keep an eye on them for you, don't you worry." I say as I lay down a picture of the two boys that Bobby took. I found it when I was searching through the books in the living room. I may or may not have stolen it. But, it's back in good hands now.

Of course Dean found a hunt while Sam was talking to Mary. Somebody rose a girl from the dead. I was still in pain and extremely tired so I stayed at the motel, researching, as the boys did the dirty work. Nothing major happened, except I did walk in on Sam watching porn. But that was pretty much the gist of the hunt. So, now we're back on the road after having stopped to eat.

"Dude, c'mon!" I yell as Dean swerves onto the side of the road. This is going to be another bromance moment, just look at the sparkle of guilt and sadness in Dean's eyes. And Sam's eyes. I snort slightly at my own thoughts, which I find myself doing that a lot, and watch as the brothers get out of the car, standing right on front of the hood. Dude, you still haven't stopped somewhere so I can buy a coffee. I'm so not up for a tear fest. I can hear the boys talking a little bit from the back seat, something about their dad being dead, and the colt gone isn't a coincidence right as Dean awoke and 'what's dead should stay dead'. I decide to join the sappy moment and carefully open the door, leaning against the hood next to Dean, so he's between Sam and I.

A thought pops in my head and a grin forms on my face before a laugh bubbles out of me. Both of the boys look at me with questioning and I try to gain my composure back before explaining, laughing the whole time I talk.

"It's a Sam sandwich." I gesture to Sam and I on either side of Dean. Sam laughs as Dean scowls, which only causes him to laugh harder.

"Bitch."

"Jerk." Sam laughs out.

"Dicks." I mutter.

"Jack-ass." Dean mutters back to me. What the hell is wrong with us? I think while grinning.

"Man-whore." I reply to Dean, who pulls a shocked face.

"Idiots." Replies Sam.

"Watch it, porn watcher."