Not Our “Baby” Sister Anymore
Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Sister Winchester Reader, John Winchester (mentioned)
Summary: Your brothers Sam and Dean realize you already know about hunting, and are actually really badass. (Takes place during Season 1 after Jess dies)
Readers Age: 12 years old
Word Count: 1,049
Y/N: your name
Y/N/N: you nickname
You woke up once again in a small uncomfortable bed of a dingy, old motel room. You pulled off the thick itchy covers and noticed your brothers, Sam and Dean are gone. Probably doing, what was it they called it? Oh right, their “special job”. The thought made a slight smirk appear on your face, you already know what they actually do. They of course don’t know that.
Your dad had told you a couple years back, and later on he started training you too. At that time you were about 8 or 9. Your dad, John Winchester had made you promise not to tell, you still don’t know why. Sometimes you just want to yell it at their faces because it’s annoying to always have to hear their excuses as to why they come back injured.
You pick out your clothes for the day and hop in the shower. You felt as the hot water caressed your bare skin, you relaxed for a second and let your mind clear off. You heard as the door outside opened and heard the familiar voices of your brothers.
When you were finally done you climbed out of the shower and began dressing. You heard hushed whispers coming from outside, you strained your ears to hear what they were talking about.
“Got anythin’ Sammy?” your older brother Dean asked. They were clearly talking about the hunt, you rolled your eyes and continued listening as you put on your clothes.
“First of all that is not my name. And yeah, so get this. So this girl was found dead, she was murdered by this, uh, Jeffrey Michaels. Caught on tape.” Sam half whispered- half spoke. Still looking at his computer.
“So? I mean just a simple murder. Not a real case.” Dean said bluntly, still sceptical about what Sam was saying.
“Jeffrey Michaels is dead. Murdered almost a year ago.” He answered with a tone of accomplishment, proving his older brother wrong.
“Oh, must be a ghost then.” Dean said simply, but you thought it was other wise. You had made your own research when you were alone and you knew enough to know that Jeffrey Michaels was kidnapped and presumed dead. Suddenly all your self control you used to have was gone, you were tired of not being able to help, of doing nothing.
“I think it’s a shape shifter” your brothers jumped when they heard your voice. They both looked at each other, silently agreeing on trying to cover it up. Sam rapidly shut his computer and looked at you like he was confused, Dean sharing his face as well.