Living with Sam and Dean Winchester

LWSADW: Leprechauns aren't real?

"Finally, some nice, comfy, soft bed", I said, throwing my bag at the corner of the room. I jumped on the bed, stretching. Sam sat on the bed next to mine and opened his bag, pulling out his laptop.

"Alright, we need to go and find the addresses", Sam stated.

"Yeah, I got it. You two stay here and wait for me", Dean said.

"Sure thing", I said and put my shoes off. Dean laughed and went to the police station.

When he left, Sam and I were alone in the room. I was eager to find out which one of those 'evil sons of bitches', as Dean call them, were here. I took my book and started going through it.

"It won't help", he said. "We need to look at the crime scene."

I frowned.

"So what are we going to do?", I asked, walking around the room.

"Well, we could...", he started, but was cut off with some buzzing. I checked my phone, but it wasn't the one who was ringing. It was Sam's. "It's Bobby, I should answer it."

I nodded. I was distracted with my thoughts. Wasn't that the Bobby who knew my mother, or who knew John? Well, worth of trying.

"Ask him about my mother", I mouthed to Sam, and he nodded.

"So, Bobby, I have a question. Do you know...", he looked at me. I narrowed my eyes, but then I realized that he doesn't know my mother's name.

"Ashley. Ashley Williams", I said.

"...Ashley Williams?", Sam finished the sentence. The other line was silent for a few moments. Sam and I looked at each other in uncertainty.

"Where did you get that name?", Bobby asked gasping. I narrowed my eyes.

"Well, her daughter is here, with us", Sam said looking at me. My gaze was directed to the phone. I was eager to know what this man knew about my mother.

"Her daughter? Alright, Sammy, tell me how old is she. Is she around 17?", Bobby asked hurriedly.

"Yeah, she is. Bobby what's going on?", Sammy asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Well, Sammy, she is your and Dean's sister", Bobby calmly said.

"What?", Sam and I asked at the same time.

"Look, I don't have much time to explain, we'll see each other soon. I have some job to do..."

"She already knows, Bobby. Her mother had a journal like Dad's", Sammy laughed, and looked at me.

I left to the bathroom and looked myself in the mirror. Until recently I didn't know who my father is, I hardly knew my mother and fought with my foster parents. Now, suddenly, I have a father, who is God knows where, my foster parents are dead, and I have two older brothers who are in search for their father. My life really is a mess.

Well at least I am. My hair was a bit tousled, my clothes was all rumpled. I groaned. I went to the door to get my stuff from my bed when I heard a knock on them. I opened the door to find Dean standing with his hand up. He was wearing some suite. He opened his mouth wanting to say something, but gave up.

"Yeah...Sammy? You're better with those things", he said to Sam.

Sam got up from the table and came to me.

"How you holding up?", he asked.

"Yeah, I'll be fine...bro", I said grinning. He smiled and hugged me.

"Aw, I love those 'happy family' moments", Dean said and joined the hug.

"Yeah, guys? Can't...breath...I'm choking...", I gasped. They let me go. I laughed so did them.