The Winchester Sister

Chapter 1 - Lazarus Rising

*Ashlee's P.O.V*

It has been 4 months. 4 months since Dean went to hell and Sammy left me at Bobby's. 4 months since I lost my brothers. Dean got ripped to shreds by hellhounds, and Sammy left and never came back. I can't believe Sammy left me. I'm meant to be his sister but, I guess, you can't count on family, can you? Bobby tried to enrol me in a public school in Sioux Falls but I insisted that I wanted to continue with my online school. He complained a lot but gave in eventually. Also, he became my legal guardian meaning we went through the process of him adopting me as his daughter. Someone pounding on the door breaks me from my thoughts. I look around the corner suspiciously as Bobby answers the door. Oh, my god! What the hell?! Dean is standing there. He must be a shifter or demon!
"Surprise." Dean states.
"I, I don't..." Bobby trails off. I think we are both in shock, Bobby.
"Yeah, me neither." Dean or fake Dean enters the house. "But here I am." I see Bobby hold a knife behind his back. Silver. As Dean walks towards him, Bobby lunges and slashes at him. Dean grabs Bobby's arm and twists it around; Bobby breaks the grip and backhands him in the face. "Bobby! It's me!"
"My ass!" Bobby exclaims before he goes to attack Dean again. Dean holds up his hands in surrender.
"Whoa, wait! Your name is Robert Steven Singer. You became a hunter after your wife got possessed, and...you're about the closest thing I have to a father. Bobby. It's me." Bobby lowers the knife and steps forwards then place a hand on Dean's shoulder before slashing at him again but Dean quickly disarms him. "I am not a shapeshifter."
"Then you're a Revenant!" Bobby states angrily and Dean shoves Bobby away, holding the knife in front of him.
"Alright. If I was either, could I do this-with a silver knife?" Dean rolls up his sleeve and grimaces as he slices his arm...He really is Dean.
"Dean?" Bobby asks in complete astonishment. 
"That's what I've been trying to tell you." Dean says. Bobby grabs Dean in a tight hug.
"It's...It's good to see you, boy." Bobby states.
"Yeah, you too." Dean replies.
"But...how did you bust out?" Bobby questions him.
"I don't know. I just, uh, I just woke up in a pine box-" Bobby suddenly splashes water in Dean's face. Holy water. Dean spits some out. "I'm not a demon either, you know."
"Sorry. Can't be too careful." Bobby says apologetically. I choose that moment to walk into the room.
"Dean?" I ask cautiously. Dean turns around and grins at me.
"Ashlee?" I nod and he opens his arms. "Come here, squirt!" I grin and jump into his arms. I feel tears start to drip down my face as I bury my head in his chest. "Hey, don't cry. I'm here now."
"I'm crying because I'm happy. You are back." I mumble into his chest. I wipe my tears away and stand back to take a good look at him. That is definitely Dean. Dean starts to explain what happened and how he ended up here as I hand him a towel and we go further into the house. I was completely confused at his escape.
"But...that don't make a lick of sense." Bobby states.
"Yeah. Yeah, you're preachin' to the choir." Dean replies.
"Dean." I start softly before couldn't finish the sentence.
"Dean." Bobby repeats and continues the sentence I was trying to say. "Your chest was ribbons, your insides were slop. And you've been buried four months. Even if you could slip out of hell and back into your meat suit-" Dean cuts Bobby off.
"I know, I should look like a Thriller video reject." 
"What do you remember?" I ask him curiously.
"Not much." Dean says. "I remember I was a Hellhound's chew toy, and then...lights out. Then I come to six feet under, that was it." Bobby sits down. "Sam's number's not working. He's, uh...he's not..." I felt tears come to my eyes. He left us.
"Oh, he's alive. As far as I know."
"Good." His face shows realisation of what Bobby said. "Wait, what do you mean, as far as you know?"
"I haven't talked to him for months." Bobby answers.
"You're kidding, you just let him go off by himself?" Dean asks in disbelief.
"He was dead set on it." Bobby states.
"Bobby, you should've been looking after him." Dean exclaims.
"I tried. These last months haven't been exactly easy, you know. For him, Ash or me. We had to bury you." Bobby replies.
"Why did you bury me, anyway?" Dean questions.
"I wanted you salted and burned. Usual drill. But...this one and Sam wouldn't have it."
"Well, I'm glad they won that one." Dean states with a smirk.
"He said you'd need a body when he got you back home somehow. That's about all he said. While, she-" He points at me. "Tried to sell her soul for your release but they wouldn't let her therefore she banished the demon to hell." I sigh.
"Seriously, Bobby? When will you get over it?" I ask him.
"When hell freezes over!" He exclaims angrily.
"A simple 'never' would of sufficed." I retort.
"Guys!" Dean yells over our bickering. "Enough! Ash, we are going to have a long talk about selling souls later. Bobby, what do you mean by 'that's about all he said'?"
"He was quiet. Real quiet. And then he just took off. Wouldn't return my calls. I tried to find him, but he didn't want to be found."
"Oh, dammit, Sammy." Dean says.
"What?" Bobby asks.
"Oh, he got me home okay. But whatever he did, it is bad mojo."
"What makes you so sure?" Bobby questions him.
"You should have seen the grave site. It was like a nuke went off. And then there was this...this force, this presence, I don't know, but it, it blew past me at a fill-up joint. And then this." He takes off his jacket and pulls up his sleeve to reveal a brand in the shape of a hand.
"What the..." I trail off as Bobby replies at the same time, "What in the hell?", while standing up.
"It was like a demon just yanked me out. Or rode me out."
"But why?" Bobby asks.
"To hold up their end of the bargain." Dean answers.
"You think Sam made a deal." Bobby states.
"It's what I would have done. Hell, Ash tried too!" He looks at me, sternly. "Bobby, will you excuse us?" Bobby nods and I gulp. I am in for a telling off. Possible spanking...Although, I haven't had one since I was 5 or something...I shake off the thought and follow Dean into a different room, and I shut the door behind us. "Want to explain what you were doing by trying to sell your soul?!"
"Trying to save you from hell! Dean, it got bad."  His face softened but not much.
"How bad?" He asks me.
"Very. Sam left me. No goodbye. Never called, still hasn't. Look, I was in a bad place. I-I tr-tried to..."
"You tried to what?"
"CommitsuicidebutIobviouslyfailedbecausethenIwouldn'tbehere." I blurt out quickly.
"Maybe you should say that slower." Dean states calmly.
"Commit suicide." I mumble.
"I'm sorry, what did you just say?" Dean asks with deadly serious. I felt anger boil up in me.
"I TRIED TO COMMIT SUICIDE!" I yell in his face but immediately regret it. His face shows a wide range of emotions. Sadness, guilt, anger, surprise, disbelief and, the emotion I couldn't bare to see on his face, disappointment.
"Why?" He asks.
"Dean, you went to hell. Sammy left. I was suffering with severe depression and kept on having major panic attacks. The slightess thing could set me off. I...I just wanted it to be over. When I didn't succeed in killing myself, I decide to put myself to good use. Sell my soul for yours but the crossroad demon wouldn't accept it." I was crying by the end and Dean pulls me into another hug.
"Shh." He soothes me. "I'm here now. If you ever feel that way again; come straight to me, understand?"
"I understand." I reply.
"You should go and get some sleep. Pack as well. We are going to be hitting the road soon."
"Okay, thanks Dean." I jog up the stairs and start packing everything. I didn't have much stuff. I only had a few clothes, a toothbrush, a hairbrush and my laptop. I crawl under my covers and fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.