Angel Millie Winchester, eldest of the Winchester clan, had to grow up exceptionally early at the age of 6 to help care for her brothers (4 year old Dean and 6 month old Sam) after their mother was murdered by a Yellow Eyed Demon. She's blossomed...
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A/N:SO, I AM NOT SATISFIED WITH HOW I WROTE SOME THINGS AND I WOULD LIKE TO ADD SOME EPISODES. I WILL BE RE-EDITING THIS STORY AS WELL AS S2, 3 & 4. I WILL ALSO BE ADDING NEW CHAPTERS AND FIXING CERTAIN THINGS. DATES STARTED AND COMPLETED FOR THIS EDIT WILL BE BELOW
Edit Started: 11/28/2020
Edit Completed: 12/17/2020
Prologue: 22 years ago Lawrence, Kansas
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Crickets chirped outside of a suburban house where a large deciduous tree with no leaves stood. In the nursery of the home a woman in a white nightgown, Mary Winchester, carried a small four year old boy, her son Dean, as well as held the hand of a grinning six year old girl, her daughter Angel, as she led them to the crib of her newborn baby, Sam.
She smiled lovingly at the two before leaning over the side of the crib to grin down at the cooing baby boy, "Come on, let's say goodnight to your brother."
Angel tiptoes over the side of the crib and kissed his nose, "Goodnight Sammy. Sweet dreams."
Dean did the same from Mary's arms and kissed his forehead, "'Night, Sam."
Mary leaned over Sam as well and brushed his hair back before kissing his forehead, "Good night, love."
A man's voice was heard from behind them, happiness evident, "Hey, kids."
Dean and Angel turn simultaneously to see their dad, John in a USMC T-shirt, grinning at the doorway.
The two grin ecstatically and take off for him, "Daddy!"
"Hey you two." He quickly scooped them both up in his arms giving kisses as he lifted them, "So what do you think? You think Sammy's ready to toss around a football yet?"
Dean shook his head as he laughed, "No daddy."
Angel grinned, "He can't even walk yet!"
John laughed with them, "Guess you two are right."
Mary passed by John and the kids on her way out of the room but stopped, reaching for Angel, "You get Dean. I'll get Angel?"
Angel hugged her father tighter, "Mommy can daddy tuck me in too?"
She smiled lovingly, "Sure sweetie."
Mary looked to him questioningly and he nodded, "I got it." Nodding she gave her daughter a kiss before she left the room, and John hugged them both closer before sending a smile to his youngest son, "Sweet dreams, Sam."
