Winchesters Willow (A Supernatural Fan Fiction)

Lil' Willow

I sat down on my little bed in our small cabin out in the woods. Dad, Sammy, Dean and I, we moved a lot. I can't remember the names of anywhere we lived anymore.

Dean, who turned 14 maybe 8 months ago, went out an hour ago to get Sammy and I dinner. Sammy was about 10, making me nine.

"Will Dean be back soon?" I gazed up at my big brother. He shrugged, eyes glued to the tv. I'm not sure what show was on, but nothing could distract him. I shook his arm. "Sammy?"

He brushed me off. "What?"

I rolled my eyes, licking the blueberry sucker in my hand. "Will Dean be home soon?"

Sam turned the tv off. "He should be."

"I'm hungry." I said plainly. "Can you make me some food?"

Sam sighed "I can't make anything. Dean can, just wait for him."

I nodded and sat by my big brother. "What about daddy? Is he gonna come back?"

"Yes, dad will come back, don't worry."

The front door swung open, Dean holding a grocery bag.

I ran and peered I to the bag of food. "I want some!" I accidentally tore the bag. I put my head down and backed away. "Sorry, Dean. I-I can help you pick it up."

"It's fine, Willow," he sighed and picked up some bananas. I picked up some cans of soup and frozen vegetables. "I'll make you two some corn and rice, if you want." I nodded and set the canned corn and packaged rice on the counter so Dean could make us dinner. "I also got ice cream for us to all share. It's vanilla."

I smiled and hugged him around the waste. "Thanks, Dean!" I've been asking for ice cream for weeks! Now I finally get some!

Moving all the time isn't the best, but my brother area great, and we all keep an eye out for each other.

"Time to sleep," Dean ordered as I finished my last bite of ice cream.

I sighed and walked off to my room. This place had two rooms. The boys shared one so I could have my own room.

"Come with me!" A voice hissed at me. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, and saw this dark figure, standing over my bed. "Come with me, child, and live a wonderful life! You don't want to keep moving, do you? Your dad makes you children move so he can live his life, he doesn't consider yours!"

I reached my hand out for the dark figures, as my dad yelled "Willow no!!" A gun fired and the dark figure was shot, and gone. Dad ran to me and grabbed me right. "Willow what the hell were you doing?" Someone flickered the lights on. Dean and Sam stood at the door.

"What was that, daddy?" I peered up at my father. "It wanted to take me!"

He had Dean take Sam out of my room. "It was a robber," he lied.

I hit his chest. "Dad! No it wasn't!"

"Honey, it was a bad man, alright? That's all I can tell you." Dad's eyes softened just looking at my terrified face. I nodded. "Daddy I'm sorry. I didn't know what I was doing. It was like he mind controlled me."

Dean popped his head in the door, saying "Sam's shaken up and needs you, dad." Dad played with my hair real quick, then left the room to go help Sam. "Stay in here with Willow," dad told Dean who walked over to my bed and sat on the plain white sheets. "Are you ok?" Dean asked as he got situated.

I shrugged. "I dunno, that man was scary. He wanted me to leave with him, I think." I explained to Dean.

"Whatever you do, stick with me, Sam, or dad, no one else, ok?" Dean starred at me, hoping I agree.

I nodded. "Ok, Dean. Is Sammy ok?"

"He's fine," Dean assured me, and I fell back asleep.