"I, uh... Are you... really...real?" Dean stutters, approaching her. Dean reaches out and Mary grabs Dean's arm, throwing him to the ground, and puts her foot on his neck. Immediately, I drag her off Dean and put her in a chokehold.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Ash, stop!" Dean exclaims and I narrow my eyes.
"Your emotions aren't in check," I state, with a glare. "She could easily be a shapeshifter,"
"No, I think this is Amara's gift," Dean disagrees. "Let her go," I give him a look but let her go.
"Where am I?" Mary questions. "Who the hell are you two?
"I'm – I'm Dean," Dean explains. "Winchester. I'm your son,"
"No. My Dean is 4 years old," Mary snarks back.
"I was when you died," Dean admits and Mary takes a step back with a gasp.
"Sammy!" She yells in horror.
"Mom. Listen to me," Dean voices, getting her attention. "Your name – your name is Mary Sandra Campbell, okay? You were born December 5, 1954, to Samuel and Deanna Campbell. Your father, he bounced around a lot for, uh, work, and you bounced right along with him, and you ended up in Lawrence, Kansas,"
"How do you know all that?"
"Dad told me. March 23, 1972, you walked out of a movie theater – Slaughterhouse-Five. You loved it, and you bumped into a big Marine and you knocked him flat on his ass. You were embarrassed, and he laughed it off, said you could make it up to him with a cup of coffee. So, you went to, uh, Mulroney's and you talked and he was cute and he knew the words to every Zeppelin song, so when he asked you for your number, you gave it to him, even though you knew your dad would be pissed. That was the night that – that you met –"
"John Winchester," She continues.
"August 19, 1975, you were married... in Reno. Your idea. A few years later, I came along, then Sammy,"
"And then I burned," She finishes. "How long have I been gone?"
"33 years," Mary moves towards Dean and cups his cheek.
"Dean,"
"Hi, Mom," Slowly, Mary hugs Dean who has a stricken look on his face. This is not good. She looks at me, still in Dean's arms.
"Who are you?" She asks, politely. I turn to Dean with wide eyes. How the fuck do you explain me?
"This is Ashlee," Dean supplies for Mary. "She's, uh, well, she's our younger sister,"
"Younger sister?" Mary asks in shock. "How?"
"I was born in 1994," I explain. "Over a decade after you died. Dad and mum weren't ever in a relationship and visited me occasionally growing up," She gulps, looking heartbroken. "They weren't in a relationship, mind you. Dad never got over you," Her face begins to look hopefully. "But there is so much more other than that, like..." I look at Dean who shrugs.
"Why don't we sit down?" Dean gestures to the bench and we all sit down, as Dean and I begin to explain everything to Mary.
"How did he die?" Mary asks.
"He gave himself up for me," Dean confesses, and Mary chuckles before sniffling some more.
"That sounds like John," Mary states with a smile. "And he was a Hunter? And he raised you and Sam to..."
"Yeah, he did," Dean answers. "And, I guess, we raised Ash in this life since she was 12," Mary nods.
"And you both said we've met before, when you traveled through time,"
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The Winchester Sister
FanfictionDean and Sam Winchester have a younger sister, Ashlee, and by younger, I mean she is 14 years old. Told you, younger! Anyway, the guys discovered they had a sister after their father, John, died. She called them, crying, about how her mum was murde...