Not planning on making this sister!fic too mainstream, darlings. This chapter may seem weird, but it's just the prologue. A recap, if you will. The foundation. Eh, just read, I won't keep babbling.

Disclaimer: Mmm, no, I'm just playing in Kripke's sandbox. Dropped Kelsey in for fun.

June Fifth - 1981 - Approximately "Holy Crap The Kid's About To Explode" O'clock

Two year old Dean Winchester was absolutely excited out of his mind.

For months, his parents had been telling him that he would have a little brother or sister. Months.

And now he was going to meet him or her.

A smiling mother greeted him from the door, holding a little pink bundle. His father steps in as well, pulling the door closed. "Come meet your baby sister, Dean." Mary says with a smile. She walks to the couch and sits down, and Dean jumps up next to her.

A pretty little pink face greets him, snuffling slightly and reaching a pudgy hand up to rub pretty grey-green eyes. She coos at him happily, and he grins. "What's her name?" He asks his mom.

"Kelsey."

May Third - 1983 - Approximately "Jeez, Don't Knock Your Father Over!" O'clock.

The scene repeated itself just under two years later, with Dean excitedly bouncing around the room again, and Kelsey squeaking and grabbing her brother's arm every so often. As soon as their father steps through the door, he's leapt upon by shouting toddlers. "Is it a boy or a girl?" "What's the baby's name?" "Is it really really cute?" He can't even answer any questions before he's abandoned by the children, who are now bouncing around their mother and the new baby. "Mommy!"

"Hey! My little cuties!" She laughs. "It's a boy!" Dean sticks his tongue out at his sister, which makes both of his parents laugh. Mary heads over to the couch. "Come meet your little brother, kids." They each take a side, and stare at the baby curiously. It's a new experience for both of them, Kelsey's first time meeting a new baby, and Dean's first time having a brother. "This is Sammy." Mary says with a smile. Adventurous as usual, Dean reaches out to grasp the pudgy hand. The baby laughs, and his older siblings exchange delighted glances.

November Second - 1983 - Approximately "Urgh, But We're Not Tired..." O'clock.

Kelsey dozed contentedly on her mother's lap, Sam gurgling happy on her own small lap as Dean -seated within two feet of his sister, as had become habit- played with him gently. She would later berate herself for being so asleep, but well- she was only two years old. The young woman she would be later wasn't her yet. This knowledge... It didn't make anything better, but she couldn't stay awake. Not with the soft sound of her mother's voice, "Hey Jude, dont make it bad. Take a sad sooong and make it bette-e-er. Remember to let her into your heart, then you can sta-art to make it better." She snuggled her face into her mother's leg with a contented sigh, not noticing when Mary shifted Sam over to Dean, or when she was picked up and carried off. "And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain, don't carry the world upon your shoulders. For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool by making his world a little colder." She finally fell the rest of the way to sleep when she was placed in her room. "So let it out and let it in, hey Jude, begin, you're waiting for someone to perform with."

It was one of the last truly happy moments that anyone in that house would experience for a long time.

November Second - 1983 - Approximately "This Can't Be Happening!" O'clock.

Dean woke up to screaming. His father's bellows, his brother's wails, his sister's shrieks... the only one not screaming appeared to be his mother. He jumped out of bed and ran out the door to his room.

And then suddenly his father was screaming at him to get his brother and sister out of the house. "Go, Dean!" So the four year old goes as fast as he can, grabbing his baby brother out of his father's arms before sprinting for his sister's room across the hall.

"Dean!" His sister wails at him from across the room, eyes wide and frightened. She's hugging her knees to her chest, pink bunny pajamas looking absolutely wrong in the horrifying context. He doesn't waste time on explanations, sprinting over and grabbing little Kelsey's wrist and then tugging her out of the room. "Dean!" She protests, tripping over her own feet.

The smoke in the hallway chokes the three of them. Dean hears Kelsey's frantic questions, begging her big brother to tell her what's happening. He shakes his head and continues pulling her out of the house while also juggling the squalling baby.

They get out, finally, and fall to the wet ground outside together. Kelsey buries her face in Dean's shoulder, sobbing softly. He puts the arm that isn't occupied with Sam around her, rubbing her back gently. "Shh... It's okay, Kel." He murmurs. "It's okay." He starts to hum his mom's song -for that's all he knows it as, it'll be years before he knows the name, especially because his father won't play it again- and watches the house for his father.

November Tenth - 1983 - Approximately "It's Time For The First Lie." O'clock.

It had only been a week, and they were understandably unsettled. Dean had opted to ride in the back of the Impala with Kelsey and Sam. The former was sitting curled up with her head against the window, and the latter was sleeping. Dean reaches over the sleeping baby to tap his sister's shoulder. The toddler turns red-rimmed grey-green eyes on him. "You okay Kel?" He asks softly, nervously glancing at their father.

"M'fine, Dean." She whispers. He sighs and turns back to his own window, not hearing her whisper, "I'm always fine."

She knows it isn't true. They both know. Hell, even Sam might know how so not fine, very wrong their lives are right now. But they're running on fumes at this point, so everything goes inside a little bottle, never to be touched.

And the countryside goes by, and 'Hey Jude' rings through all of their ears.

Like I said, this is just a prologue, summarizing the early years. I do have a graphic for this up on my profile xP, if you want to check it out. I do not plan on making this fic all that predictable, I plan on it being something you don't necessarily know where it's going... And Kelsey is not a stereotypical character, I don't think. She has flaws, and problems, and shit to deal with entirely outside of canon. Please review, it would mean a lot to me.