The Littlest Winchester

Life with dear brother Dean

"Wake up,"
"Care, you gotta wake up. "
I groaned. Me and Dean had just wrapped up a vudu case in New Orleans and had got a motel room very late into the night.
"Careeeeeee common," Dean whined.
"Dean, five more minutes."
" Nope," he stated. "I'm hungry we'll hit a dinner and then leave this town in the review mirror. " I might as well just give in. I knew Dean wouldn't leave me in the room well he went to eat. He also wouldn't be quite enough to let me sleep, especially because he was hungry. With another groan mixed with a sigh I raised my head from the pillow and head to the bathroom knowing I had lost this battle. I got dressed in a pair of ripped up black jeans, a black tank top, a red flannel, and my trusty black combat boots. As for my hair I put it in my uniform everyday French braid, inspired by Katniss Everdeen.
"Finally," Dean again whined. "Did you have to build the bathroom before you got ready?"
"No." I said plainly. "Pardon me I wanted to look nice though, what a sin!" I gasped, as I head out the door and to the impala.
"Hostile are we this morning are we" Dean stated.
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"I'll have the classic breakfast with an extra side of pig," Dean told the waiter.
"Of course sir, and for you?"
"A toasted blueberry bagel and a glass of orange juice please."
"Super," the waiter boasted. God it was way to early to smile let alone be that happy. "Your breakfast will be right up guys."
I quietly looked down at my hands and started to pick at my nails. It was weird, me and Dean never had quiet times. We always were discussing music, me saying how unbelievable Green Day was, and him saying they could never beat The classics like the Rolling Stones, ACDC, or Guns n' Roses. We would also have random discussions about cars, pie, or even a case. I just assumed that the quite was because Dean was worried about Dad, and how we haven't hear anything for a couple days. The waiter finally cut the quite.
" Here is the yummy yummy classic breakfast and extra bacon, and the tasty tasty toasted blueberry bagel and orange juice." The waiter was serious way to happy go lucky .
"Thanks," I mumbled.
"Soooo," Dean finally spoke.
"So," I returned.
" Look Dads missing, and as much as I hate to say it. We need help." I knew were this was going, and I cut Dean off.
"Are we going to get Sammy?"
"Yeah, Care. We are." Dean replied. Part of me was excited I haven't seen Sammy in a couple years. Sammy was always great older brother, he taught me my abc's and 123's. When my Dad was around he only taught me how to hold a shot gun, and properly clean it. At lest he tried, Dean was the one who taught me how to do it successfully anyways. Part of me wanted to run and hug Sam. The other half of me wanted to slap him a crossed the face. It hurt when he left. We needed him, I needed him. Dean had dreams to, but he stayed. Part of me admired and was proud of Sammy for leaving and getting out of the life. But the other part hated him for how easily he could just leave without phones calls or even letters. I questioned weather or not Sammy even wanted to see us. As close as Sammy and me were, Dean and me quickly became thick as thieves. And I knew he would never let anyone hurt me. Just like I would cut the first person who threatened him.