Supernatural for Millie Winchester - DISCONTINUED / UP FOR ADOPTION

Prologue

Supernatural, Millie Winchester

Prologue

Mummy was walking out of Sammy's nursery when she spotted me and my twin brother, Dean in Daddy's arms. She smiled and clapped her hands twice before reaching for me, taking me from Daddy into her own arms.

'Time for bed, my baby girl,' Mummy tickled my tummy. I curled my hands to protect my tummy as I giggled.

'Can we say nigh' night to Sammy?' I asked.

'Of course, sweetheart, you and Dean may kiss Sammy nigh' night,' she smiled, carrying me into the nursery where baby Sammy lay, falling asleep.

Mummy knelt down so I could reach him and gave him a kiss on his head. 'Nigh night, Sammy. Angels are watching over us.'

Daddy did the same for Dean. He bent right over to give him a hug and a kiss. 'Nigh night, Sammy. Angels are watching.'

I let out a big yawn and laid my head on Mummy's shoulder. She gave me a kiss on the head. 'Nigh night, baby girl. Angels are watching over you. I love you so much.'

Before I knew Mummy was walking, she laid me on my bed, giving me another kiss after she tucked me in.

'I love you, Mummy,' I yawned again, sleepily.

'Love you too, baby girl.'

Daddy came over and gave me a kiss. 'Nigh night, Millie. I love you so much, my little girl. Sweetest dreams.'

'I love you too, Daddy, nigh night.'

The light turned off not long after, and before Dean or I could fall asleep, we hoped out of bed and gave each other a hug.

'Nigh night, Millie. Angels are watching,' Dean kissed my head, like he does every night, he tucked me back into bed.

'Nigh night, Dean. Angels are watching,' he knelt down to the low bed, to let me kiss him on his head.

But instead of going back into his bed, before I fell fast asleep, he jumped into my bed next to me. He did whenever he had a bad dream or couldn't fall asleep. I didn't mind, I liked knowing he was okay. That nothing bad got him. That angels really did watch over us.

I lost my faith.

Angels wouldn't have let Mummy go into the fire.

Angels wouldn't have taken her away to heaven when me and Dean and Sammy were all so small.

Angels wouldn't have left Daddy to look after us all by himself.

Not that he did.

Eight days after Mummy was left in the bad fire, Dad took me to a friend of his, he packed my bag and said. 'Uncle Jay will look after you, sweetheart. Don't you worry, I'll come straight back for you.'

Four weeks later, I hear the familiar rumble of Dad's car, although I was still only four, I knew that sound anywhere.

This time, he left Sammy with me. I barely got to hug my twin before Dad slipt us up, yet again.

Uncle Jay and Aunty Susie looked after me and Sammy until Sammy could almost walk. He was crawling and hanging on to chairs and things to stand. Aunty Susie says it won't be long before he starts walking. It was a very long time before Dad came back for us. Just before our birthday.

There was a piece of me, although glad to have Sammy with me, deeply missed my twin. I yearned for him at night, when I couldn't sleep, or I had nightmares of the fire or big bad monsters. I yearned for him so much and so often, it hurt. I wanted to see my brother. My twin.

I didn't trust the angels to watch over him anymore. I needed to know that he was okay. With me. Right here.

Uncle Jay and Aunty Susie were so good to us, they gave us a room and fed us and looked after us, and once a week, would take us to the park, where we could meet over kids like us.

But none of those kids were my twin. I missed him so much, I couldn't even play. The only reason I still did was to keep Sammy happy.

In one month's time, I'll be going to pre-school, Aunty Susie tells me.

When I ask who would look after Sammy while I'm gone, Aunty Susie gets this look on her face, kind of sad but not really, when she tells me that she would look after Sammy for me.

I'll be five soon. So will Dean. Will we have a party? Will Dad come and bring Dean back to me? I hope so.

He did.

But it was worse.

Worse than not having him next to me.

Worse than the most scary of nightmares.

Worse still, this wasn't a nightmare. It was all real.

Dean was different. He didn't play, didn't laugh but didn't cry. Not once. He barely even noticed me, he looked right through me.

What on earth did Dad do to him?

I just wanted my twin back, instead I got someone else who just looked like him. Something happened to him, and now I've lost my twin, probably forever.

Yet worse again, when Dad said to pack mine and Sammy's bags, I thought he was taking us with them, well, he did. But he dropped me off at another friend's place. Aunty Ellen and Jo's Roadhouse. Just me, alone. No twin, no baby brother, no father and no mother.

Is this all my life has to offer?

A/N: Heya guys!! Sorry, I know, I should be working on other stories, but I couldn't help it, this idea was so awesome!! Let me know if you think so too!!

Lots of love and apologies,

Wolf-gabby23 xoxo