Raised in the Life (DISCONTINUED*)

Prologue

My name is Y/N Y/L/N. I was born on Y/B/D 1979. My parents are Y/M/N and Y/D/N Y/L/N. They were both hunters raised in the life. When ever Mom or Dad had a hunt they left me with their old hunting friend Mary Winchester. Mary left the life when she married John Winchester. They had two sons. Dean is my age he's a few months older than me. Dean has been my best friend since I was born. His little brother Sam is four years younger than us. When ever my mom and dad had a hunt they would leave my in the care of the Winchesters. Not that I minded sleeping over at my best friends house. But I missed my parents whenever they left. Just hoping that they would come back in one piece. This became routine. There would be a case and I would spend weeks with the Winchesters. I knew what my parents were doing. They told me about the life since I could speak. The only person I was allowed to tell was Mary. I was NEVER allowed to talk to Dean about it. For the first four years that was how life went. Till one day my parents stopped checking in. They were three days late to pick my up from the Winchesters. Their bodies were found ripped to shreds the next morning. A demon....that's what took my parents away from me. I didn't cry when I heard the news. I didn't cry when we went to identify their bloody corpses. I didn't cry at their hunters funeral. I only cried when it was just me and Dean. Dean was the only one I'd be weak around. My parents wouldn't want me to cry. So I only showed my true agony when I was alone with Dean.
Mary took me in. She said she made a promise to take care of me and she never broke a promise. John was reluctant but he had a difficult time resisting Mary. They did love each other. I was a permanent resident of the Winchester house hold. I didn't leave Dean's side for one single minute. Everything was fine for a few weeks. Until one night it wasn't

I was asleep in Dean's room. I had a nightmare and refused to sleep alone. Dean of course as my self proclaimed protector let me sleep in his room. I was just about to fall asleep when I smelled it....Smoke. Every hunter instinct I was taught by my parents automatically kicked into night gear. I quickly woke Dean up and we raced down the hallway. "Mary!!!!" I heard John yell from inside Sam's room. The yellow glow pooped out the door into the hallway. When our tiny legs had finally carried us to our destination we saw the makings of nightmares. Mary was on the ceiling. Her abdomen was ripped to shreds. Blood pored from her stomach, staining the silk white night gown she wore, and fell to the floor. Not only that but she was on fire! Flames licked at her blonde hair and the smell of burning flesh filled the nursery. John ran to grab Sam from his crib. Sam was only six months old at the time. John shoved Sam into Dean's chest and told him to run. Dean grabbed Sam in one hand and grabbed my hand in the other. Even though we were the same age dean was a head taller than me and much stronger so he easily dragged me down the stairs. Once we were a safe distance we turned around and gazed at our burning house. Heat radiated off the house. We felt it on our skin. The smell was most potent. Like smoke and burning body. Tears filled Dean's eyes and I held his hand tighter. John came racing out of the house coughing. Unable to breathe. Just when he was a safe distance the house completely combusted and the house was nothing but a wall of flame. And in the window of Sam's nursery we saw him... the demon. The one with yellow eyes. The fire trucks and ambulances arrived but it was too late. Mary Winchester was dead. I couldn't help but believe it was my fault. After all my parents died from a demon. Maybe it was looking for me but found Mary instead. But Dean assured me that was the stupidest thing he's ever heard. (His words not mine)
That was the beginning of the end for us. John became a hunter with my help of course. He was on the road 24/7 in search of yellow eyes. He was desperate to avenge Mary's death. He moved us every month or so. The longest we said in one place was 3 months. School to school... crappy motel to crappy motel. We wandered all over the country fighting what goes bump in the night. After all saving people, hunting things it's the family business.