You were the youngest Winchester. Four years younger than Sam and eight years younger than Dean. Both have always been very protective of you. They could be overbearing at times, but in the end they just cared about you. Especially since John and Mary died they basically raised you.

While Dean was sometimes hard on you, he just wanted you to be prepared for everything out there. He raised you like John raised him. He made sure you could shoot, fight, run, and survive He was the “tough love” kind of brother. Sam on the other hand was softer and more caring, always asking how you are or giving you a shoulder to cry on, even letting you talk his ear off when you had something to complain about.

You knew you could come to them about everything, but you sometimes had a hard time. Since Sam and Dean are both guys they don’t always understand what you’re going through. Dean would just brush it off as “woman stuff he didn’t understand” and Sam tried to find answers, but it’s not always as easy as just reading a book about it.

Tonight Dean went out to a bar, leaving you and Sam at the bunker. You were in the kitchen making food for yourself when Sam came in. He offered you a smile when he saw you. “Hey kiddo.”