Harley Winchester - Season 1- Supernatural Rewrite

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I was told you are only a monster if you do bad stuff. I don't do bad stuff, I save people. So then I'm not a monster, right?

I just needed to stop thinking about this. I wouldn't want to be sad on my birthday, which is tomorrow. I wonder if the boys even remember. I don't really like to say anything about it. I don't like to pressure the boys into getting me anything.

I was on the hood of the Impala with my head laying on Sam's stomach as he read a newspaper, looking for a case. Dean was inside the bar we parked in front of probably cheating us some cash. I slowly tapped my foot to the blaring music from inside. There were biker guys everywhere staring at me, but then they saw the tall giant I was laying on and looked away. Sam wasn't even fazed by these small interactions. After a little bit Dean walked out chuckling and shaking a big wad of cash.

"You know we could get a day job once and a while." Sam said with a sassy tone.

"Eww no." I exclaimed.

"Hunting's our day job and the pay is crap." Dean remarked.

"Yeah but hustling pool, credit card scams, it's not the most honest thing in the world guys."

"Well let's see, honest, fun and easy, it's no contest." Dean declared acting like his hands were weights were the 'honest' out weighed the 'fun and easy.'

"Besides, were good at it, it's what we were raised to do." Dean stated.

"Yeah well, how we were raised was jacked."

"Yeah says you."

"I mean it could have been worse." I uttered shrugging my shoulders from where I was on Sam.

"You should have gone in with me Babe, we would have gotten twice as much."

"Sorry Dean-o, next time I promise."

"We got a gig or what?" He asked Sammy.

"Maybe, Oasis Plains, Oklahoma, not far from here, gas company employer, Dustin Burwash, supposedly died from Creutzfeldt-Jakob." He explained as we both got off the hood. The newspaper was now placed on baby as he was pointing.

"What?" Dean and I asked simultaneously.

"Human mad cow disease."

"Mad cow, wasn't that on Oprah?"

I looked over to my eldest brother with a smirk and my eyebrows furrowed. Dean Winchester watches Oprah.

"You watch Oprah." Sam questioned just as shocked as me.

Dean tried hiding his embarrassed face but it didn't work, so he just continued.

"So this guys eats a bad burger, why is it our kind of thing?"

"Mad cow disease causes massive brain degeneration, it takes months even years for the damage to appear but this guy Dustin, sounds like his brain disintegrated in about an hour, maybe less."

"Okay that's weird." I replied.

"Yeah." Dean agreed.

Sam continued, "Now it could be a disease or it could be something much nastier."

"I'm putting my money on the something nastier." I stated.

"Alright, Oklahoma, man work, work, work, no time to spend my money." Dean complained as we piled into the Impala. I giggled as I got comfy in the backseat, slowly letting my eyes close as the purr of the Impala lured me to sleep.

"Babe, Bean wake up."

I slowly opened my eyes to see we were parked on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere.

"What's wrong, are you boys okay?" I asked immediately on alert sitting up. Both my brothers chuckled.

"We are just fine Pea, it's midnight." Sam said.

"And?" I asked not getting the hint.

"Happy Birthday Babe!" They both exclaimed in unison.

It finally hit me, it was my 20th birthday! They got out one single cupcake with a candle on it and started singing.

"Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Bean, happy birthday to you!"

I blew out the small candle, not making a wish because I had everything right here.

"Thank you boys so much."

Suddenly both boys turned towards the front, Sam put the cupcake in the cup holder as they both turned back around with 1 bag each.

"Boys you didn't have to get me anything." I said.

"We wanted to, here just open them." Sam commanded while handing me his bag.

"Me first, me first!" Dean shouted out pushing Sam's hand back as we chuckled.

I grabbed Dean's birthday bag and opened it to find a small box. Pulling it apart there was a small ring that had 'Dean's' printed across it.

"Awe Dean I love it so much, thank you." I got up from the back seat and hugged him.

"My turn, my turn." Sam said handing me his bag. I giggled at my brothers excitment.

I dug my hand into the bag to find a similar looking box. I snapped it open to see another ring, but this time, it had 'Sam's' printed across it.

"Oh Sammy I love it."

I reached over and gave him a hug.

"Thank you boys so much, best birthday ever."

"So how does it feel to be a complete legal adult, you can do everything now."

I giggled as I answered Sam.

"Sammy, I'm turning 20, not 21."

"No Pea, you are 21, I know that for a fact because I remember how old you were when I left for college."

I looked over to Dean who was looking down and hadn't said a word since.

"Dean Winchester, how old am I?"

"21, okay okay, I lied to you and told you you were a year younger than you actually were until you started to believe me."

"DEAN WINCHESTER!"

"Babe it's only because I was afraid, when you turned 21, you would be completely legal in all aspects. legal means, well, you could leave me."

My age had alwatd been a fuzzy number now that I think about it. Dean almost always gave me a different number. I thought it was a joke. My face softened up a bit. He had a valid point, he was afraid I was going to do the same thing Sam had, and then he would have totally been alone. Even though I turned 18 years ago, he should have known I wouldn't do that.

"Dean I would never, you are stuck with me whether you like it or not." I pulled my eldest brother into a tight hug. He nodded as he hugged me back just as tight.

"Thank you again boys, I absolutely love it."

They both kissed my cheek as I sat back down in my seat. Dean took the Impala out of park and we were on the road once again. I placed Dean's ring on my right ring finger and placed Sam's on my left ring finger. I just figured out I was 21 instead of 20. Feels like I lost a whole year of my life. This is crazy. Happy Birthday to me. I leaned against the seat and let sleep take over me again.