as the youngest winchester, your brothers tended to leave you out of most hunts and important events. which you understood, you were the little sister. but it started getting upsetting when they didn’t even let you help research or do anything. they left you out of visits to friends and movie nights in the bunker.

you’re sitting in your room, listening to the sounds of your brothers laughing as you sit in your bed, wondering why you weren’t good enough to hang out with them. you cuddle a stuffed bear you’ve had since you were younger to your chest as someone knocks on the door. the door opens to reveal Cas, your angel who seemed be the only one to care about you.