Winchester Child

Chapter Five

**Harleys POV**

"Do you mind?" I ask Sam while holding up my pack and lighter as I walk back into the library

"Go ahead" Sam says at the same time that Dean says "Don't you dare."

"Which one is it."

"Dean, everything already smells like smoke and whiskey." Sam says and I grin.

"Fine." Dean says with hesitation and holds out his hand, causing me to laugh.

"If you wanna smoke with me, you can either buy your own pack or start buying mine." I say and he sighs. He looks as if theres a war going on in his mind, of course  becoming  a new parent to a seventeen year old girl is to blame. He waves his hand to signal his permission of my smoking. I sit in the chair next to Sam and across from Dean. I put my feet on the edge of the table and lean back. I put the cigarette in my mouth and light it, taking the first breath.

"You know one day you're gonna have to help us." Sam smiles.

''I can practically do that now." I say and take my feet off the table while leaning forward. I grab a book from the table with my left hand while holding the cigarette with my right. I kick my feet up to the  table again and lean back but then Dean gives me what I'm guessing is his disapproving look.

"What?" I ask puffing out more smoke.

"You're not hunting with us." He says strictly.

"Excuse me?"

"You're not" He replies.

"And why is that?" I say, putting my feet back on the ground.

"Because."

"Because you said so? Are you actually pulling a 'because I said so'?" I mock, putting it to my lips and taking a breath.

"Absolutely" he says, as if theres nothing wrong with it.

"No." I resist, blowing my smoke in his direction.

"Excuse me?" He says and raises his eye brows.

"No." I repeat and he shakes his head.

"It's funny how you think you have a say in this." He laughs.

"You know whats really funny? How you think you have a say in how I live my life." I say back with a big  smile only face.

"This is too weird. Its like seeing two Deans fight." Sam says looking back and forth between us.

"Shut up Sam." Dean says.

"He hasn't done anything wrong." I criticize.

"Oh my god, he's my brother. I can talk to him like that." he defends himself.

"No you can't, especially when he's being reasonable." I explain, putting my half finished cigarette out on the base of the lamp.

"You wouldn't understand." He says.

"Oh look at that, big-boy-Dean acting like an angsty little teen. Guess what? I wouldn't understand. Know why? Because I don't have siblings, because I never had a father. I barley had a family! And now you just show up and expect me to do as I'm told? No. Not fucking a chance. Respect is earned and trust is a two way street. You have to at least try to make up for not being there for me for seventeen years. Then I'll start to respect you, and maybe! If you're lucky! I'll even start to fucking trust you." I say and get up. I know I probably over did it, I know this man did what he thought would be best for me and my mother, but he still wasn't there. He up and left, then covered his tracks like he never wanted to see us again.