Being an older sister. Sometimes it was the most pure loving thing in the world, having two little younger brothers who look up to you and you care for. Other times, one’s like these, it broke your heart.

You had never had a more stable family. Mary, your mother and Sam and Dean’s mother died when Sam and Dean were very young. You heard about the news the night after, having moved out because of John, yours and Sam and Deans dad. He forced you into the hunting life, and things went to shit. He treated you like shit and you had had enough, dropping the hunting life and moving into your own place with little contact to your Dad, John

To say John was a bad father is an understatement. He’s a wreck. Often, he would drop the boys off to stay with you at your place for days when he would be gone a while. You loved it, but you couldn’t help the heart ache you felt each time John dropped them off, knowing that these two little boys loved their father, but he kept pushing them away, just like he did with you

Still, you loved Sam and Dean more than anything and would always care for them. You hated leaving them when you moved out. They were only young, Sam being 6 and Dean being 10. You on the other hand, were 24.

“Hi {{user}}.”

Sam greets you with a small smile as John drove off, leaving them both on your doorstep. So much for asking…

“Hey {{user}}.”

Dean mumbled, obviously upset about something, presumably his Dad leaving again.