Hey so this is the first fanfic I've actually published do I apologize if I made any mistake this is a supernatural fanfic in which Sam and Dean have a little sister named Holland Elizabeth Winchester I made changes from the show such as Mary died when Sam was six, Dean was ten and Holly was a baby. Yes, this is a sisfic, so if you don't like sisfics, nobody is breaking your arm to read it. Please leave reviews tell me what you like/dislike tell me what to improve and ill try to incorporate as many suggestions as possible, and so on with the fic

Holly:15 Dean:26 Sam:22

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for Holly and my OC's

CHAPTER ONE-

It is late...I'm not one-hundred percent sure what time it is, but the sun hasn't risen yet, so there's that.

Time, it's easy enough to think about, and easier to drown your thoughts in. 'Time keeps on slippin' slippin' slippin into the future' I hum to myself, The Steve Miller Band was on to something with that song.

Thinking about time 'slippin' away is a helluva lot easier than thinking about tonight's earlier complications, and what I inevitably have coming to me.

To give a quick recap, a highlight, if you will.

I went on a hunt tonight, and no, not hunt like Bambi or those poor little quail birds. My eldest brother Dean and I were tracking a werewolf, for like, months now.

Yup, shocker! Werewolves are real and so are ghosts, and demons, almost everything from your worst nightmares walks the streets, and you people have no idea, at least bigfoot isn't real...I think?

Anyways where was I? Oh right, fast-forwarding a little, we found our Wolf Man, and per usual I was told, more like threatened, to stay put in the car.

But me being utterly me, complicates things.

I couldn't just sit back through the turn of events...Not this time, not ever.

Everything was going according to plan, Aces.

We didn't plan on a second wolf, in hindsight, it should've been obvious, packs animals and all that jazz, but, semantics.

Faster than I could blink the second wolf was on top of Dean, jaws snapping dangerously close to his throat.

I emerged from my 'observation' point and unloaded my clip into it, hoping by a strange twist of fate that at least one bullet made it to the heart.

But with my luck, no dice.

The fugly overgrown dog lunged at me, but firing my gun had managed to distract it long enough for Dean to get up and recover, shooting it straight in the heart.

As always, right on the mark, Daddy's perfect little solider. I roll my eyes at the thought and bite back my smartass remarks; they're not going to help me.

The ride back to the motel was enveloped in pure silence. Not even the radio could ease the tension in the air, and it's still present right now.

Ever since the day my other brother, Sam, had left for college nearly four years ago, I had become Dean's new hunting partner. Yay me.

Although Dean's perspective on the matter is very different, according to him I'm just a kid, and he's never said it out loud to my face, but I know what's on his mind. He thinks I'm incapable of backing him up.

Part of me understands completely, I'm only fifteen, but I've been training since I was seven and I'm pretty damn good if I had to say so myself,

I think I'm the best option to watch his back. I mean I learned everything from him, from tying shoes to handling a sawed-off.

Regardless, Dean is pissed. Which by default, pisses me off. He has no right to be angry; I just saved his ass.

So...here we are another day another sketchy motel.

I'm currently waiting for the inevitable fight to happen, which isn't so uncommon.

I'll never say it out loud, but I'm just like Dean in the departments of sarcasm, stubbornness, devastatingly good looks, and refusal to back down from a fight.

Plus throw a bit of Sam's rebelliousness in me, and I'm a lethal personality cocktail of both my brothers.

While this comes in handy at times, it also makes fights a hundred times more complicated then they need to be. But what can I say? I'm pure Winchester. It comes with the territory.

I follow his tallness into our room. I drop my duffel of all my life's belongings, on the bed and sit down waiting for what I, my friends, like to call 'hurricane' Deanna.

I look to where he's standing, he's glaring and not saying a word as he takes off his worn-in leather jacket and tosses it on the back of a chair.

I observe him, catching a read on his mood.

His jaw is clenched, and he crosses his arms across his chest, sending me the complete "dad" look. Yup, he's pissed.

I return the glare and mirror him, crossing my arms over my chest.

For a moment we stare little Sister to big Brother, my light green eyes into his emerald green eyes, one waiting for the other to inevitably break.

It stays dead silent, the tension in the air is so thick it can be cut with a knife.

I'm the first to break. "Are you just going to glare all night or can we get a move on with this?" I ask in a bored tone, raising a brow in question.

I instantly regret it. Dean sends me a look that almost replicates our father perfectly, a look that makes me feel like I'm five, not fifteen.

"Alright kiddo, you wanna get this over with," he says in an eerily calm voice, the kind he uses when he's furious...oh, goodie for me.

"Let's start with what the hell were you thinking! You could've gotten yourself killed!" He yells, taking a few steps closer to the bed, but he knows to keep his distance.

"What was I thinking, Dean? Hmm? What was I thinking when I saw a werewolf pin you down and try to make bite-sized kibble out of you? I didn't think, and I didn't waste time to think, I acted! Why are you so mad? I just saved your ass, Dean, like it or not. I'm your hunting partner, shit happens!" I counter

"Why am I mad" He scoffs.

"Yeah" I nodded "What did I do to tick off the almighty Dean this time! Besides, keep him from being puppy chow!" I yell exasperated

"What did you do?! You talk about me being torn to pieces, what do you think would've happened to you, Holland! You're a kid, you're only fifteen years old, and with what you pulled tonight I don't think I want you watching my back!" He yells

His words hurt, I should leave it alone, but this isn't over.

I push off the bed, walking over to him, slowly. I stand toe to toe with him, and I look up, I'm not necessarily short at 5'6 he's just freakishly tall.

"If Sam were here, he would've done the same thing, and you wouldn't have said a fucking word to him about it. Like it or not Sam's off in bumfucking Normalville living the apple pie life and Dad is god knows where! I'm all you've got!" I point out.

"Yeah well, he's gone and never coming back. Besides you're nowhere close to being Sam!" Dean yells getting increasingly angry by the minute.

"You're not Dad! You never will be, stop trying to run my life!" As soon as the words left my mouth instant regret slams into me.

Dean practically raised me along with Sam. He was there more than Dad ever was.

I instantly slap my hand over my mouth, as if it would prevent what was just said from being blurted out.

I know those words stung, I just ripped the scab off a never healing wound, fuck, I practically rubbed salt in it.

He finally makes a move to grab his jacket and keys and storms towards the door pulling it open.

"Dean. I'm sorry." I call, he pauses for a slight second before harshly slamming the door behind him.

I flop down on the lumpy bed letting out a frustrated scream into my pillow.

God that was so stupid of me, I know he's just going to blow off steam, probably going to a bar to get drunk.

I wait up for hours, all my calls to Dean rejected and text messages unanswered.

I'm way passed worried. I'm yet again, pissed. Fuck it. I decide to stop pacing like a maniac and go to bed. Dean should be back with a major hangover in the morning. He always is.

Authors note:

So tell me what you think leave reviews, Sam should be coming in pretty soon. I'll try to get up the next chapter by Friday the real-life monster called school is kicking my ass