Winchester Sister Imagines (Editing in Progress)

Love

"Love is not an environment I was born into, it's something I've got to learn..."~ Chapter "Love" of the Winchester sister imagines book by Katie Bryson

(A/N: I know it's been a while so strap in everyone I'm about to bring it this time!! So grab your pop corn and a box of tissues and let's dive in!)

Hi my name is Wren, I was born on a rainy Monday morning. My mother she was a drug addict but more than that she was a hunter not the best hunter but a hunter nonetheless. My father well I'm pretty sure everyone knows him. John Winchester one of the best hunters out there also one of the worst fathers out there. I know this because when I was born my mother died in child birth never really knew her but from what I know now I didn't want to know her. Some days though I think it would've been better than growing up with John. I also had 2 older brothers. They were nice to me and showed me the only bit of compassion I ever felt. Now love.... that was something I didn't know for a long while. I wasn't born into a loving family who were excited to see me. I was born into death, and anger, and resentment. Raised as a soldier! My brothers tried to show me love because they knew it better than I. Their mother Mary from what I can understand showed Dean how to love and be compassionate for the first 4 years of his life. Dean proceeded to teach Sam and they both taught it to me. We weren't stone cold robots. Unlike our dad whose heart had grown cold from the absence of love. I'm sure somewhere very deep down he loved his kids but it was buried so deep that we didn't have a clear understanding of if he truly loved us. Some days were better than others but most days. Most days he was a raging hurricane of darkness consuming all that was in his wake and not caring about the damage he was causing. The day John died was not a particularly bad day for me. The boys tell a different story of guilt and sadness. Its a story of love lost. What little love they felt for the man I didn't feel. I was nothing but happy! For the majority of my life I knew of love but wasn't quite sure how to feel it or if I ever felt it. Although when I was about 19 and a half I met him. My boyfriend Harrison. He was a sweet and he really tried and so did I. I felt something for him but it wasn't love I don't know how it feels exactly but I do know that with him It wasn't love. It was me, trying my hardest to love him! When he said to me: "Wren I love you!"
I was silent I didn't know what to say should I fake it should I tell him I love him or....
"Harrison... I.... I wish I could say the same..."
"Wren what's wrong why... why are you acting like this I thought everything was..."
"I want to love you I really do but I can't, it's not you Harrison really it's not. Love is not an environment I was born into, it's something I've got to learn, and it's not easy, and..... I'm sorry"
With that I left never to see him again. Or so I thought one cold and windy December day years later, I was infiltrating a vamp nest in the same area that Harrison used to live. When I bumped into him. I'm not sure if you understand I bumped into Harrison, but it wasn't my Harrison. Shocked and dismayed I discovered that he was now a vampire. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes as I tried to talk him into letting me save him. His only response was:
"You did this to me, it was after the day you left me that I met this nest of vampires. I was broken and distraught. I didn't know what to do. It was then they offered me an out a better life from the one I was living. I let them turn me in hopes that it was true. But I was wrong, this life isn't better craving blood constantly and living on the run from hunters like you! The only upside is I don't have to feel. I don't have to feel love or sadness or anything I can just be..."
With a blood curdling scream I chopped his head off dropping to my knees sobbing.
It took months that felt more like years to get over Harrison. But with my brothers by my side helping me through it. I felt stronger and felt as though I would recover. By the time a warm July rolled around I was feeling better finally able to start hunting again. Don't get me wrong the sting and the guilt I felt over Har- well you know who, was still painfully there. It was just less enough that I could finally start living again. I came out of it stronger only because of my brothers! I think because of them I finally understand what it's like to love and to be loved. I didn't need to learn it from some boy when I was a teenager. It was here all along in the love of my brothers who are always there for me through thick and thin! That's what makes us family not our blood relation but our love for each other! So with my head held high. I stepped out of my room in the bunker and into the light of the library as I said:
"Alright boys lets go kill us some evil sons of bitches!"
They smiled and said:
"All right Wren lets get a move on then."
What happened next took me by complete surprise as my oldest brother Dean threw me the keys to baby, he said:
"Heads up, you're driving!"
I smiled at him, and I knew everything would be fine. As I left the bunker in my brother's 1967 Chevy impala with my oldest brother riding shot gun and my other older brother riding in the backseat. I realized I was ready to see life for what it truly is a gift of love!

The End

(A/N: So I'm back life has been crazy I apologize for not updating but let me know what you want to see next and I'll get to it I love you guys thanks for waiting for me to return and still reading y'all are the best hope you enjoyed!)