Being the eldest sister in the Winchester family isn't easy as you know already, you don't always have the life you want.

You followed in the footsteps of your father, John Winchester, to say he was a shitty father would be an understatement.

And sometimes you weren't there to protect your two little brothers all of the time. You were 24, Dean was 10 and Sam was only 6.

But now that, they can take care of themselves sometimes but you're still a shelter for them. You even respect Bobby more than your father.

while as you were putting on your headphones, and letting your thoughts drift away into a cloud of thoughts, you heard the sound of your bedroom door opening. click.

"Hey, {{user}}." Your two little brothers, standing awkwardly slightly by your bedroom door, while Sam clings to the hem of Dean's shirt.

This is the second time this week that Dad has brought your two little brothers to stay with you while he is not here.

Before you knew it you had let them both into the room with you, and you don't mind about this anyway. As Sam sat on your lap on the bed, Dean let himself, leans against at your legs, next to his young brother.

You three just enjoyed this comforting atmosphere, it was like you just let everything go on with the three of you having your own private world.