𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 || 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏

Being Bobby Singers daughter isn't exactly adequate. I got everything I needed from him, apart from a mother. I never got told the story of my mother, because I never asked. I was afraid to ask. I'll be realistic, I'd actually never wanted to know about her. I was never curious, maybe some days but most of them I couldn't give one flying shit.

See, the only thing hard about growing up without a mother was when I got my first period. I was eleven. I had no clue how to tell Bobby, and feared I'd embarrass myself if I did. So I tried to hide it from him. That's when little me realised I needed products to stop me bleeding.

I told my father. And ofcourse, he immediately freaked out. He was running around the house trying to find things for me, when I just suggested the store, he calmed down a little.

Anyways. I was eleven then, and now I'm twenty three. I'm an only child, well atleast I think I am.

My dad tried to not get me involved in his hunting life, but ofcourse it never really worked. There was times where he needed my help, so I helped. I knew pretty much everything you needed to know about hunting, maybe not all of it, but I knew the things you needed to know.

I also know that the Winchester boys got my father paralysed. Maybe not purposely, but my father often tells me I'm lucky he is still alive. Maybe he is right, but that knife almost killed my father.

Typically, I was never allowed on a hunt by myself. Or, I was never allowed to organise a hunt. I was only ever allowed to when my father needed help, or when his fellow friends needed help because he couldn't particularly help them anymore.

Today was one of those days. The Winchester boys came crying at Bobby's feet for help. Not literally. I'd just like to imagine it that way.

"Boys, you know I can't help you." My strained and tired father cried out.

"Bobby I understand. We just need some information on this creature." The tall one tried to understand Bobby's pain.

"You boys are a pain in my ass, you know that? Fine. I'll help. Only with information." He strolled his way down to his desk study, and started grabbing some papers all together.

I watched the boys exchange a glance with eachother, and stare intently on what Bobby was doing.

I was in the kitchen. The door was open. I couldn't tell if they were purposely ignoring my presence, but these guys didn't take no notice to me. Not that it bothered me, but if they needed so much help then maybe I could help. Obviously if that's okay with Bobby.. Not like I wouldn't go and do it anyway.

The boys knew of me, as Bobby had said many things about me to them. But they'd never met me. As kids, yeah. We met. I don't remember them from that point on.

"Lina, right?" A husky voice appeared right behind me. I had just turned, just. I placed my coffee down right infront of me. I turned to face the voice I questioned.

"Yes. It's Lina." I said. I didn't give him any emotion, I could already tell he was trying to hit on me.

"And you aren't going to ask what my name is?" He chuckled, pulling the corners of his mouth up into a cheeky smile.

"I already know what it is, Dean." I smiled right back. But it wasn't a nice smile, it was a sarcastic smile.

"Ah, sweetheart. It's nice to know I'm known." He winked.

All I did was shake my head. I wasn't going to feed that boys ego already. He was just begging Bobby for help a second ago, and a second later he's here trying to flirt with me.

"Lina! Over here." My father yelled. I sighed, and made my way over to his desk where the other tall brother stand.

"Yes, Father." I questioned him.