The Winchesters Sister

Constance Part 1

"Dean what the hell are we doing?" I asked watching Dean climb through Sam's Apartment window.

"You wanted help finding Dad right, well we're getting help." He replied pushing himself through. "Now come on."

I went ahead and climbed through the window. "Dean why couldn't we just go through the door?

Dean ignored me and kept walking, I tried to follow but I knocked something down. "Shh." Dean put his finger to his mouth. Sam walked in with a bat and Dean pinned him down. "Whoa, easy, tiger," Dean said to Sam. "Dean?" Sam breathed out. "You scared the crap out of me," Sam said. "That's 'cause you're out of practice," Dean commented before Sam quickly pinned him down. I smiled. "Or not. Get off of me," Dean said while Sam helped him up.

"Jamie?" Sam smiled and held out his arms. I ran over to him and gave him a hug. "What's it been a year?" He asked.

"More like 4 years." I crossed my arms.

"Sam?" I heard a female voice. My head turned over and I saw a pretty girl, by the way Dean looked at her  he thought the same. "Jess. Hey," Sam said. "Uh...Dean, Jamie, this is my girlfriend, Jessica." Dean grinned, "Oh, I love the Smurfs. You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league." I rolled my eyes and smiled at Jessica. "Hi." I said.

"Anyway, we gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business. But, uh, nice meeting you," Sam wrapped his arm around Jessica. "No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her."

"Um. Dad hasn't been home in a few days," I informed. "So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later," Sam said.

"Dad's on a hunting trip," Dean informed Sam "And he hasn't been home in a few days." Sam was still looking at us. "Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside," Sam said.

We went down the stairs outside of Sam's apartment. "I mean, come on. You can't just break in, middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you two," Sam said. "You're not hearing us, Sammy," Dean said. "Dad's missing. We need you to help us find him," Dean also added."You remember the poltergeist in Amherst? Or the Devil's Gates in Clifton? He was missing then, too. He's always missing, and he's always fine," Sam snapped. Dean stopped stopped. "Not for this long," Dean stated. "Now are you gonna come with us or not?" "I'm not," Sam declared. "Why not?" I asked. He looked at me, "I swore I was done hunting for good.""Come on. It wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad," Dean said before turning around and continued walking. "Yeah?" Sam asked. "When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45."Dean stopped and looked back at Sam, "Well, what was he supposed to do?" He asked. Sam looked at him. "I was nine years old! He was supposed to say; 'Don't be afraid of the dark'."Dean frowned, "Don't be afraid of the dark?" He repeated in disbelieve. "Are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark. You know what's out there."

"Yeah, I know," Sam agreed. "But still. The way we grew up, after Mom was killed, and Dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her. But we still haven't found the damn thing. So we kill everything we can find." "We save a lot of people doing it, too," Dean said.

"You think Mom would have wanted this for us?" Sam asked Dean, and glanced at me. "The weapon training, and melting the silver into bullets? I mean, we were raised like warriors. Hell, Jamies' still a kid." Sam said. "So what?" Dean asked, making him look at me. "You're just gonna live some normal, apple pie life? Is that it?"

"No. Not normal. Safe," Sam said. "And that's why you ran away," Dean commented.I crossed my arms across my chest, glancing down. "I was just going to college," Sam defended himself. "It was Dad who said if I was gonna go I should stay gone. And that's what I'm doing." "Yeah, well, Dad's in real trouble right now. If he's not dead already," Dean stated. Sam looked between me and Dean. "We can't do this alone," Dean said. "Yes you can," Sam said. "We don't want to," I said, staring at him. He looked at me for a moment then he sighed. He was quiet for a long moment and looked back at me and Dean. "What was he hunting?" A smile slipped to my lips.