Angelica Lilith Winchester

NINE

"Why aren't we going in to say hi, Dean-y?"

Dean looked back at me. I was only four and we were parked outside of Sam's apartment at  the school.

"I think it's better to just wait, Angie," Dean replied, staring out the window.

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It was dark out and I had fallen asleep in the back seat of the Impala while Dean and I waited. He shook my shoulder softly, waking me up.

"Angie? Angie it's time," he whispered.

I sat up, stretching my arms. Dean picked me up, carrying me toward the building as we snuck up to Sammy's apartment. Once inside, he set me down on the couch where I curled up in a ball while he snuck through to the next room. There were noises like someone had found Dean sneaking about. I slid off the couch and headed toward the source of the noise.

"What the Hell are you doing here?" Sammy was asking Dean.

"Well, I was looking for a beer," Dean smirked.

"What the Hell are you doing here?" Sammy repeated, in a more serious tone.

I ran up and hid behind Dean's legs. They both looked down at me.

"What the Hell are you doing here with her?" Sam edited the question.

"Okay. All right. We gotta talk," Dean amended, picking me up.

"Uh, the phone?" 

"If I'd'a called, would you have picked up?"

Just then, the light switched on as a woman appeared in the doorway.

"Sam?" she asked him.

My adoptive brothers both looked to her.

"Jess. Hey," Sam said, then turned back to Dean. "Dean, this is my girlfriend, Jessica."

Dean nodded toward her as I burrowed further into his shoulder.

"Wait, your brother Dean?" Jess questioned Sam.

Sam nodded in confirmation.

"And who's that little cutie?"

"This is Angelica," Dean said, setting me back down and noticing her shirt. "Oh, I love the Smurfs. You know, I gotta tell you. You are way out of my brother's league."

"Just let me go put something on," Jess said, turning to go.

"Oh, no, no, no," Dean stopped her. "I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously. Anyway, I got to borrow your boyfriend here, talk some private family business. But, uh, nice meeting you."

"No," Sam stopped him, walking over to Jess and putting an arm around her. "No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her."

"Okay," Dean said, "Um, Dad hasn't been home in a few days."

I looked up at Dean, grabbing his hand before looking at Sam.

"So he's working overtime  on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later," he dismissed Dean.

Dean glanced down at me then looked back into Sammy's eyes.

"Dad's on a hunting trip. And he hasn't been home in a few days."

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I headed to the library where Sam and Dean were sitting at a table. Dean was drinking a beer and Sam looked like he was studying some type of pearl.