I am new at writing Supernatural fan fictions and I apologize for not getting any of the characters' personalities correct. These will be a series of reader inserts about having Sam and Dean as siblings. I hope that you enjoy this. Please leave a review!

It is recess and I am playing jump rope. A bill for lunch today falls out of my pocket. As I reach down to collect it another hand greedily scoops it up. A boy a year older than I and nearly twice as round as me triumphantly holds it.

"Can I have that back," I ask politely. He holds it out of reach. "Finders keepers; I guess this is mine."

"No it isn't! It's mine! You stole it." I jump in an attempt to grab it back and he laughs. "This isn't funny," I yell.

"Of course it is," he snickers.

Sam notices the commotion from his position on the swings. He leaps off and hurries over. "What's going on here, (Y/N)?"

"He stole my lunch money and won't give it back," I point a menacing finger at the black-haired boy.

Sam turns to him. "Give it back." He may be a year younger than me but already he stands nearly as tall as Dean. This punk looks like an ant in Sam's shadow but still stands with his chest puffed out like he owns this playground. Maybe he does, the way other kids run the opposite direction when he looks at them; but the Winchesters have never been great at following the heard.

"Or what? You'll call your dad? I heard your mom died and he doesn't take care of his kids; just leaves them in hotel rooms and goes away for weeks." The boy holds a wicked glint in his eye.

"Don't you ever say that!" I snap in defense.

Sam's jaw clenches. "Give (Y/N) back her lunch money or else."

He smirks, challenges, "make me."

I shove him in the chest with all my strength. He steadies himself and pushes me to the ground where I land with a "oomph!"

In rage Sam pulls his arm back and connects with his chin. The boy stumbles back. Sam is on him again, shoving him to the ground. They wrestle, rolling in the wood chips. He manages to get on top of Sam and land a hit before their positions are reversed.

Nobody touches Sam Winchester's sister.

"Hey, break it up!" a voice calls out. Dean pushes his way through the thong of kids gathered and picks me up, then manages to pry Sam off the other kid. Sam is panting more from anger than exertion. "Dude, what got into you?"

Sam mutters a quick explanation under his breath. Dean turns to me in confirmation and I merely nod. His face hardens as he rounds on the boy with a busted lip and swollen eye. "Why don't you give my sister back her money," Dean demands. The boy glowers at the three of us, but fishes in his pocket and hands me a five dollar bill. I snatch it back.

Teachers suddenly arrive in a frenzy calling out orders nobody listens to. With one hand my eldest brother shoves the kid to the ground hard. He then wraps an arm around me and places a hand on Sammy's shoulder.

John walks into the principle's office to find his three children sitting silently. (Y/N) is swinging her feet above the floor, wood chips coating her backside. Sam sniffs and holds a bloody tissue to his nose. Dean looks down, wringing his hands together.

"Thank you for coming, Mr. Winchester," the principle rounds the desk. "As you can see, your children got into a bit of a fight today during recess," she nods to the three sullen kids. "Unfortunately, fighting is against the school policy. I am afraid your children are going to be asked to permanently leave this school," she says.

John nods in understanding. "Then can I get a copy of their transcripts?"

"Of course. Come this way and we will get everything sorted out."

After Dad sets all of the paperwork in order we leave. Everyone is silent as we walk out of the building. John stares straight ahead, face unreadable. "Tell me what happened," he says. A jumble of words fight for attention.

"That boy stole my money-"

"-was only defending them, Sir-"

"You should have heard what he said about you-"

John holds up a hand and I close my lips. His next words cause me to look up in surprise. "Good for you boys for standing up for your sister like that." This is not what any of us were expecting.

"Sir?" Dean stammers.

"I mean it. Sure, you should have done it better and don't you ever get yourselves expelled again, but way to stick up for your family," he elaborates. "In this life that's about the only thing going for us," he quietly says. The three of us share a small smile and crawl into the backseat of the Impala. Man, do I love my family.