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Like a second little sister

Having one little sister was good enough and the best thing to ever happen with our family. From not knowing who I was whether that was real name or real relation or all the other things they found out along the way that I was. We had been adjusting as if we'd really been part of the same family our whole lives. And well having been in Sam's life as a friend since we were 7 while I snuck around and watched them grow up without me well I'd already been in his life a long time.

But when Charlie came into our lives she was like a new little sister. And neither one of us were into the girly things not really. Charlie not at all and with me not makeup or hair stuff nail polish or boy talk but I did like doing friendship bracelets. Which I didn't hesitate to make with Charlie the moment we were all becoming friends. Most people would think this kind of thing is dorky but everyone I'd ever given one to has never thought so they just giggle and say ok.

And she was into the same thing the boys were into which was girls. She had quickly pointed out that I was more her type than Dean or Sam were and angels real ones were not male or female but they preferred one gender over the other and then there was me the only born female "angel" and I wasn't surprised when they weren't surprised to find out that I was one because everything they had clued in on made sense which I then confirmed from the moment they met Cas and that we had more or less originally rekindled our relationship with the misunderstanding that sent me away from Heaven.

And currently somehow we managed to all fit onto Sam's bed back at the bunker probably no thanks to me and my powers. Of course when Charlie became part of our lives we'd had a little show and tell of many of my powers. And now we were all snuggled up on the bed having made it bigger for all of us to lay together while they all sipped some form of wine beer whiskey what have you and I did not while I couldn't get drunk unless I wanted to be and I couldn't taste it unless I wanted to I had no desire to even pretend.

And they were talking about something I had no interest in like sex. So I'd found myself sitting on the opposite side of Sam closest to the wall so that the 3 of them could talk and I could keep half an ear on the convo and my eyes on the screen in front of us some kind of background noise that the others weren't paying attention to and what I was pretending to pay attention to. Some episode of Walker Texas Ranger and at some point I'd nudged Sam to tell him I thought the main character looked just like him he claimed he didn't see it and rolled his eyes at me.

That was about oh 10 mins ago and now Charlie was rambling while the boys made no move to respond something about how she met so many dudes and some of them you could've sworn had never talked to a woman before how she felt girls just got it while I rolled my eyes again she'd said they get it and know what they're doing and how it felt good. But to me that meant sharing clothes and maybe sometimes your cycle sync up and talks of how much they hated boys and doing each other's hair and nails and makeup. Shopping trips to the mall and they were bitchy and catty.

No thanks! I mean some girls weren't like that some were tomboys or goth or grudge or scene or whatever they go by these days. Everyone was just so into labels these days. Did I think Charlie was pretty? Yes. And I wished I was as pretty as she was. She as a dork and a nerd and geek. She fit right into our group. She wasn't a girly girl so I didn't hate her. And if she wanted to do stuff with my hair I'd let her and makeup rise had to be special effects not any of that girly stuff. But that didn't mean I was attacked to her in that way. While I was asexual I was also 100% straight. And as far as labels go I was an everything and a Winchester.

When my brothers finally decided to speak up Dean had opposite thoughts he could understand her point of view but he could argue the same side the idea of trying to explain how the male anatomy worked no he'd rather be with someone that knew how everything worked. We weren't sure how this topic came up but he nor Sam seemed to be complaining at least not verbally. And I was glad that I was only half paying attention enough to roll my eyes as they continued because I had nothing really to contribute to this topic and also wondering how we got here but that's what happens when people start drinking. You follow a thread you had in your head where you have to figure out how to get from point A to point B in the way that makes sense.