Meet the Winchesters

Pilot

Lawrence, Kansas: 22 years ago

You, Dean, and your Mom are all in Sammy's room. Your Mom is holding you, Dean is standing next to her and Sammy is in his crib.

"Let's say goodnight to your brother," says Mom.

Dean leans over the crib and kissed Sam's forehead, "'Night, Sam."

"Night, Night Sammy!" you say. Your only two, you don't know any better.

"Good night, love," whispers Mary, leaning over and placing a kiss on Sam's forehead.

"Hey, guys!" says John Winchester, your father.

"Daddy!" you and Dean cry. Dean runs over and John scoops him up. Mary walks over, you still in her arms. John gives you and Mary a hug when Mary squeezes past him.

"You got him?" ask Mary, gesturing to Dean.

"Yeah, you got her?" asks John. Mary nods and leaves the room, walking down the hall to your room. She walks through the door and over to your crib. She sets you down and kisses your forehead, "Goodnight (Y/N), sweet dreams." She walks over to the doorway and closes the door.

You wake up to the sound of your mother's scream. You stand up in your crib and start to cry. Your door opens and you see Dean standing there holding Sammy. He runs over and opens your crib. You slide out and grab Dean's arm, "De?" Dean runs out of the room and down the stairs, taking you and Sammy with him. You exit the house, still holding on to Dean.

"It's okay," says Dean.

John comes running out of the house and he grabs you and pulls Dean with him. The house explodes.

Present Day

You wake up, shaking. You sit up, and look around and sigh in realization. You aren't in Kansas. You're in a crappy motel room at the side of a highway in Utah. Dean is in the other bed, snoring away. You look at the clock and see it reads 5:00, you've slept for about 5 hours. Dean won't be ready to leave until 7 at least, so you can get a few more hours of sleep. You lie back down and turn so your back is facing your brother. You let sleep take you once again.

You wake up to the sound of Dean moving around the room. You groan and sit up.

"Morning!" says Dean.

"Yeah, whatever," you climb out of bed and strech. You had showered last night, so, no need to shower again. "Can you leave or something so I can change?"

"Can't you just go into the bathroom or something?" asks Dean, packing his duffel bag.

"No, just go get breakfast!" you pick up a pillow and throw it at him. He turns to look at you right before the pillow hits his face. He scowls at you and then picks up his duffel bag.

"Fine, I'm going to pack up the car, be ready in 10 or I'm leaving you here," Dean opens the door and walks out.

"Love you too!" you yell before the door closes. You hear him laugh. You walk over to your duffle bag, which was sitting on the floor. You open it and choose your outfit. T-shirt, flannel, jeans, combat boots, leather jacket, gun, anti-possession necklace. You put your pajamas in the bag and zip it up. You walk over to the bathroom and put your shoulder length (h/c) hair into a ponytail. You grab your brush and put it in your duffel bag. You look around to make sure you didn't leave anything and then walk out the door, satisfied that you have everything. You walk over to the Impala and throw your bag in the backseat. Dean is blasting Metallica as usual. You open the door and sit down. Dean glances over at you and then backs the car out of it's parking spot. He pulls out of the parking lot and drives down the road.