Little Sister

This chapter was made to explain the Winchester family and there relationships a little better.

I’m one of the Supernatural fans that loves the Winchesters strong but dysfunctional family. I’m hoping to add to that with Airy, not take it away. She will also have her own issues with her brothers and problems to work out with being a witch and being a hunter.

Some people have explained a worry that I might so a little ’Mary Sue’ on this. I hope to prove then wrong with this. She will have flaws, She will make mistakes. She will not be all powerful. I don’t even plan on her using a gun anytime soon. And before anyone comments, YES, I made her punky. Just wait for a few chapters to find out why.

Songs for this chapter;
‘Lullaby for a stormy night’ by Vienna Teng
‘Missing’ By Evanescence
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Little Aradia, or ‘Airy’, learned at a young age what her father did for a living. Unlike Sammy, she was told as soon as they were sure she could understand she wasn’t supposed to keep it to herself. She was barely even four years old. That’s the same time Dad stopped reading her bedtime stories, and started reading old lore and other tomes to her. He also enrolled her in tumbling classes the same year.

When she was 6, an older girl tried to push her off the 6-foot-high jungle gym just because she was the newest girl at school. But Airy, instead of falling straight down, literally floated down to the ground and landed softly on her feet. Later on that same day the girl’s hair suddenly and inexplicably turned a hideous shade of green. Neither would have been a problem, if Dean hadn’t seen both events and told their father.

John was enraged that she had used magic, even incidentally, against another person. Especially another young girl. He grounded her for the first time in her life, and took away her storybooks for a week. “NEVER use your magic like that! EVER!”, “Act like a lady!” and “Behave like a young girl should!” where soon at the top of John’s list of repeated quotes.

On her 8th birthday one of the candles on her cake fell off and accidentally lit the table cloth on fire. But somehow, just by putting her hands out and focusing, she conjured a forceful blast of wind and put out the flames... And squished half of her cake. It was then that John and her godfather, Bobby Singer, decided to she should start learning how to use her magic… Without breaking things. Her father also transferred her from tumbling classes to full on Gymnastics. He still refused to let her near the guns, though.

She started with a large stack of books from Bobby;s. Then was tutored by a carefully hand-picked medium, then a Wiccan they meet along their journeys. She learned how to use Tarot cards, Spirit boards, and how to perform séances. She could also make holy water four different ways. All by the time she was 10. That was also the summer she finally knocked Dean off his feet when they were sparring hand-to-hand. The first and last time.

And it was on her 11th birthday that she got the letters that would change her life. Her acceptance letters to the Salem Witches Institute, and the Windsor magical institute.
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“DAD, WHERE ARE YOU?!" 11-year-old Aradia shrieked. Her wild black hair flying in waves as she ran straight into the apartment the Winchesters where renting until the end of the Semester. 22-year-old Dean (who was sitting at the kitchen table making silver bullets) got a GED years ago so he could hunt full-time. John (who was melting said silver) simply turned from the stove to look at her.

“Yes, Princess, what is it?”

“Yes, Princess,, what is it?” Dean’s deep voice jeered as he grinned. Aradia simply rolled her eyes at the abuse of her nick-name as she showed them the two odd parchment letters.

“I GOT ACCEPTED TO A PRIVATE SCHOOL!!”

John and Dean both suddenly looked to one another and frowned. It was then that 17 year old and nearly 7-feet-tall Sam walked in to the kitchen behind Aradia, his AP science book in his hands.

“What’s going on?” Sam sounding confused, His voice was just as deep as Dean’s, but somehow much softer.

Aradia turned to Sam, seeing as Dean and John weren’t sharing in her joy.

“I GOT APPECTED TO A PRIVATE SCHOOL! TWO OF THEM!! LOOK!!!” Sam was the only one in the family that seemed to value books as much as Aradia. He suddenly beamed with pride.

“What?! Really?! AIRY, THAT’S GREAT!!!” Sam said, scooping up his tiny little sister in his arms and spinning her around. “THAT’SOGREAT, THAT’SOGREAT, THAT’SOGREAT!!”

“I KNOOOOOOOW!!” Aradia laughed, smiling as she let her giant of a brother spun her around. Sam then put her down and gave her a hug.

“Sammy…” Dean then growled, and Sam and Airy both looked back to Dean... And their father. Who did not look happy in the least. Sam then let Aradia out of his grasp but kept her close at hand. He and John had been at odds for a few years now, and he seemed to pick up on the vibe quicker then Aradia did.

“Aradia Rose, what is going on?” John said in a voice that caused her smile to drop and nearly start quaking in her boots. There were many things John Winchester was when he was mad, and ‘Scary’ was always at the top of the list.

“I just said… I got into a private school.” Aradia said, now suddenly feeling guilty as well as scared.. For what reason she didn’t know, but she was feeling it none the less.

“Dad, I don’t see how this is a bad thing..” Sam said, trying to be the first to try and mediate the situation.

“Sammy, stop right there.. I was talkin to your sister..” John said sternly, effectively cutting Sammy off as he had done many times before. Sam looked like he was going to interrupt again, but a calming ‘Sammy..” from Dean seemed to quiet him.

“Now, Aradia Rose, you explain what is going on, right now..”

“I was just walking home from school, when I got to the front of the apartment.. And sitting on our mailbox where two owls.. A brown one with a orange beak and a spotted one with brown wings, yellow beak...” John nodded, seeming to be pleased that she was remembering details. “When I walked up to them, they dropped these two letters into my hand…”

“So.. You got two acceptance letters.. From private schools.. From two Owls?” Sammy then raised his eyebrows at Aradia, looking confused. While she never really lied before what she was saying was totally unrealistic and nearly out of the realm of possibility.. Dean just eyed the two letters distrustfully.

But John seemed almost to be expecting this. The sternness left his face, and he just looked to Aradia seeming a little more curious then confused.

“And then?..”

“And then the birds flew away and I saw the letters where addressed to me.. So I opened them, and read them, and it said I got accepted into two private Schools!!! Two private MAGIC schools!!!! See!!”

Aradia then unfolded the two parchment papers, and then walked over and handed them to her father. He started to read both, Side by side, as if to compare the two.

As John read on, his face seemed to soften and lighten, little bit by little bit. Dean then seemed to relax as well, but much less then John.. Sam on the other hand, looked as if the devil himself had just sent the letters. There was not a hint of the previous joy on his face. As a matter of fact, he looked quite disappointed and upset.

John, on the other hand, looked back down to Aradia.. who was looking at her father with wide with almost expectant eyes. She had hoped, SO hoped that her father would let her go.. And be happy and proud of her. John took a moment and blinked. And then.. Smiled.

“Well, now.. Ain’t that something?..” John Winchester said with a large smile now plastered on his face.

Aradia then smiled back and then nearly leaped forward into his arms.

“Dad, Can I go? To Windsor or Salem? You can pick which one, but I REALLY want to go!! PLEASE??!!”

“Well… I’m going to have to get in touch with the schools, and call up some of my old contacts in order to check them out…” Aradia looked up at him, and frowned.. Using the baby-eyes at full power. John suddenly felt his heart melting a little at her look. It was a effect she, and only she seemed to have on him. Ever since the first time he saw her…

“But I don’t see why not…” Aradia squealed in joy as she gave her father a huge hug. Dean beamed in pride. Sam looked like the roof just crashed down on his head.


Aradia walked into the log-cabin like house, lugging her school trunk and her owl cage behind her. Dean locked the door tightly behind them after they were both inside and gave her a grin as he tossed the Impala keys onto the side table.

She was feeling great! Her first year at Salem had been next to perfect, even if her father was demanding weekly reports, and Dean wasn’t writing back as much as Sam.. Probably because he was hunting with Daddy every time they caught a whiff of a hunt. And working on supping up his Impala when he wasn’t.

Airy was SURE that his obsessing over anything with four wheels was bad for his mental health. But since Dean didn’t go to school any longer and hadn’t kept in touch with his friends, she knew that he needed something to put his attention into. Besides, he had picked her up from school and they had been talking non-stop the whole drive back. That more than made up for it Aradia’s eyes.

It was after she put her trunk to the side that she noticed that something was off. When Dad was awake he was always in the kitchen or the living room… for some reason, he wasn’t.. It was after that Dean seemed to stiffen up, and look into the hallway... It was then that Aradia heard it. Two deep voices arguing with one another.. Coming from Sam’s room.

“Sam, THAT’S ENOUGH! We’re not discussing this a moment more.. I mean it. You are staying RIGHT here!”

“Dad, IT’S STANFORD! It’s Stanford University and I got a full scholarship! WHY can‘t you just be happy for me??!”

“Happy? Be happy? About WHAT?!? The fact that your leaving? The fact that your turning your back on your family?..”

“Come on, Airy, Let’s get you something to eat…” Dean then said, now putting his arm around her shoulder, and leading her into the kitchen. It did nothing to quiet the fighting going on in the bedroom, but calmed Airy’s nerves a little anyway. She didn’t sit down at the table, but stood next to Dean, leaning against him.

Dean immediately tried to distract Airy from the fighting, but both knew that it was pointless at this point. If they had gotten back at a sooner time, Maybe Dean could have jumped in and stopped the fight. But now it was far to volatile for ether of them to even go near it.

“I’m NOT turning my back on my family!! I just want to go to college!! THAT‘S IT!!”

“For WHAT?! Go to College for what? Then what? Get a girlfriend? Ten best friends? Then three bedrooms, a dog and a picket fence? IT DOESN’T WORK THAT WAY!”

“WHY NOT?! WHY CAN’T IT WORK OUT THAT WAY?!”

Dean cleared his throat a little loudly, and plopped two good sized pans on the stove. It was obvious he was doing it for Airy, but she had a feeling that he was also trying to let the other two know they where home. It failed miserably, and Sam and John continued to tear at one another in the other room without pause.

He took out the burger patties that where in the fridge and turned on the stove.

“BECAUSE ALL THEY’LL DO IS HOLD YOU BACK! And all you’ll do is get them killed! Friends, Women, College! They will do nothing but tether you down.. Those are connections and risks that you don’t need! You’re a hunter, Sammy! That’s your job. That’s your life now!”

“WHY is it so hard for you to see that I want something DIFFERENT?!! Oh, Wait, I forgot.. YOU HAVEN’T BEEN AROUND!!!”

“AND WHAT IN THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!!”

Dean glared at the wall, and he growled lowly to himself. Airy knew that Dean wanted to go into the other room, and end their fighting on way or another… But she and he also knew that would be a useful as opening a door during a atomic blast. The explosion had already happened, the blast wave was already on it’s way… Best to duck and cover then welcome the flames…

Dean just moved Airy a little closer, and tossed the burger patties he had on the frying pan.

“IT MEANS that INCASE YOU HAVEN’T NOTICED I’ve been BUSTING MY TAIL for this, for YEARS! All my grades, All my AP classes, All the extracurricular activities… Why do you think I was doing them All?…” A suddenly silent fell across the house and Dean started to become obviously uncomfortable.

“What? All this time you thought it was just for nothing?… I worked my ASS off to get this far! I’ve spent the last four years of my life In school, pushing and pulling just TRYING to achieve this!! All the while YOU’VE been gone Hunting, or gone ammo shopping, or gone checking your contacts or leads, or just plain GONE!!!…. AND I DID IT, DAD!! I made it into Stanford!! I made it into a Ivy-league College, and don’t even care! All you care about is hunting that thing that….”

“THAT’S ENOUGH SAMUEL… You stop right there. I think I’ve had just about enough of your lip today. The fact remains that I said NO... I said no and I mean no. You ain’t goin’ to that college.“ It was then that Aradia and Dean both knew that something bad was going to happen.. Very, Very soon...

“That’s an order, Boy, and you better fallow it..”

Them there was the sound of someone stuffing clothes into a bag, and a sickening ZIP. Dean’s eyes widened in shock, as Aradia’s started to tear. She hadn’t cried in years, her brothers wouldn’t let her hear the end of it if she did, but she felt like crying now. Even more so when Sam walked out of his room. Keys in hand. Backpack over his shoulder. Sam who was now much taller than Dean, even taller then their dad.

He then paused as he looked down the hall. Seeing Dean and Aradia standing in the kitchen, looking back at him. A long silence passed. It was obvious that Sam hadn’t planned for them to be here when he finally took off. It was then that John walked out into the light, looking down the hall. John saw them, too.

Sam then seemed to sigh, as he turned and turned back around. Aradia sensed that he was going to try to give the conversation one last chance.

“Dad… Please.. Just listen...” Sam started to say. John obviously didn’t to hear it, because he immediately cut Sammy off.

“If you walk out that door, boy, you’d better not even think of coming back…”

Dean and Aradia both felt there hearts drop at those words. It was a lose-lose situation. If Sam left, they would lose a brother… but if Sam stayed, they would gain his resentment… and not just for a few days or weeks… they were talking years-to-life.. Both options would do nothing but tear there family apart.

John and Sam both stared one another down. Dean and Aradia looking on helplessly from the sidelines. Airy wanted to say something, tell them both how stupid they were being, but… She couldn’t bring herself to speak. She knew she should of said something, but she didn’t… She wasn’t even given the time. Because a moment later Sam turned around, and continued walking.

“Sorry you feel that way, Dad..” Was his only reply. Then, walking away without so much as a word or glace, Sam left the house.. And his family.. for good.

Aradia tried to call him everyday that summer. When she went back to school and wrote her weekly reports to her dad, or a letter to Dean, she always asked if they had heard from him or if he came back. She tried writing him as well, but he never replied. Slowly, She stopped writing him letters.. By the time she came home for winter vacation her second year she quit asking about him in her letters to Dean. Then to the letters to her dad.

And on January 3rst, the end of her winter break her second year, her life officially went straight to hell. And on 4rst (first day of going back to classes) after finishing up a letter to her father, she never mentioned Sammy again.


October 31rst, Halloween. 4 Years after Sam left.

“Airy?…” Dean’s called from the inside of the motel room.

Dean was 26 now and obviously full-grown. He had broad shoulders, muscular tree-trunk legs, and a strong dominating attitude. He still wore his favorite leather jacket with a old jean jacket under it. His faded-out (sometimes ripped) jeans with plain black tees where no surprise to the people that knew him. He went through shirts and pants a lot being a full-time hunter, So he didn’t even bother mixing it up. He would just have to replace it later, anyway.

Despite the that, Dean was pretty clean cut. His brown hair was trimmed and styled, even though it was fairly short. His face was shaven with no trace of a beard or a mustache showing up anytime soon. It was obvious that despite not fancying himself up, Dean still cared about how he looked.

“AIRY, Come on!” He called again, as he listened to a message on his phone one more time. His light green eyes then turned to the in suite bathroom, where he knew his sister was. He waited a few more moments before he groaned in annoyance. She still wasn’t answering him.

“HEY, ARADIA! Get your ass out here!!” Dean’s voice boomed as he then shook his head, and looked back to his phone. ‘Girls, I swear…’

Aradia sighed from inside, as she wrapped her towel tighter around her head. Didn’t Dean remember how crazy her hair was?.. She JUST got out of the shower; and if she didn’t get product in before it started drying, her flat iron would be useless… and her hair would be a mess. She opened the bathroom door and stepped out in the main room.

She was 15 now, and she was still shorter then Dean. She wasn’t stick thin but she wasn’t balky. She wasn’t curvy, but wasn’t flat as a board. She just didn’t seem to have any fat on her. Her body seemed to be just bone and muscle, with a pale skin coating covering it all. Her eyes were still a deep, vibrant green; shining with the light of innocence, but also other things. Knowledge. Hurt. Distrust. All mixed into two liquid globes.

Her fashion sense, on the other hand, made up for it. She looked like she belonged in a rock music video, if not up on stage herself. Rocker jeans with colorful punky tops (short-sleeves, long sleeves, tees, tanks, and hoodies. Mixed, matched and layered often) Where staples of her wardrobe. Punk rock, mixed with hard rock, with a lot of black mixed it. That was Aradia now. And her hair, still naturally black, also had two blonde runner streaks on the inside. One on each side of her face.

The lighting-bolt shaped scar of her forehead as the sigil on her lower stomach, Both from her infancy, where still there. Both refusing to fade with time. Though easily covered by makeup when she wished.

Currently as she was wearing her sleeping clothes with her hair wrapped in a towel. A thin short-sleeve black shirt that read “Can’t sleep, the clowns will eat me” over and over again, with a matching pair of black boy-shorts. Very short black boy-shorts.

“Could you give me a few more minutes? Please?.. You where the one that dragged me out of Salem, after all..”

“I didn’t drag you anywhere and besides; Last time I checked didn’t you get kicked out of Salem? The school I mean, not the town…. Ever thought of doing something fun like… I don’t know… Having fun?...” Dean said his eyes and attention still on his phone. Aradia rolled her eyes, and stepped forward.

“First off, I didn’t get kicked out of the school yet, I’m only suspended. My expulsion is still pending. Secondly, I was studying and practicing with the local covens in town while I was awaiting the verdict... And lastly, I WAS having fun.. I was going into the city all the time. ”

Dean chuckled to himself as he toyed with the sound again, and looked back to Aradia.

“True, but I still.. WOAH, What in the HELL are you wearing??!!” Dean said, nearly jumping out of his skin when he saw how little she actually had on.

“My Pajamas… Now what do you have?” Aradia asked, now putting her hands on her hips.

“You sleep in… You know what, don’t even answer, just go get some clothes on…” Dean said, now looking away and waving Aradia off (or back to the bathroom) with his hand.

“I told you to give me another minute... You said no. Now, what did you find?”

“I just got a message from dad….”

“REALLY? That’s great. That means he’s ok...” Aradia said, rushing over to Dean’s side. She had been freaked out since dad went missing, and had been getting more and more depressed every time a lead failed to find him.

“No, not really…” Dean said, hating that he had let his sister down. “ I noticed something odd in the message, so I played with it a bit..” Dean said, bringing his cell phone back up. “And I got this…”

Dean then pressed a button on the phone, and a woman’s voice was heard almost breathing through the static.

”I can never.. go… home….”

Aradia’s eyes widened as she looked to her brother. Dean just nodded back to her, confirming her silent thoughts.

“You know what this means, right?....”

“It means that we’re making a stop on our way to dad’s last hunting spot.” Dean said with a smile.

“I meant that’s EVP, and we are dealing with a type of spirit or a ghost, but… OKAY…. Where are we stopping?.” Aradia said with a chipper smile to match Deans.

“Stanford.”

Aradia’s smile dropped.


Aradia kept quiet for the rest of the ride to Stanford. Her Ipod giving her something to do during most of the drive, her books filling up the rest. She was currently on the last Chapter of ’Great magical mistakes of the 1890s’. Dean knew where Sam was staying with his girlfriend, so they decided to drop in there right away… even though it was almost four O’clock in the morning.

When they finally got to the student housing, Instead of going in the front as usual, Dean pulled the Impala to the back. A wicked grin then spread immediately over his face. Aradia turned and frowned at him.

“Why are you pulling around the back?...”

“Just going to see if old Sammy-boy is still up-to-par..” he said, his grin turning into a cheesy smile.

“You know he’s not going to come, right?...” She felt bad about saying it the second it came out.. or the second the look on Dean’s face dropped.

“Of course he is..” He said defiantly. The crusader yet again.. Still not even sounding sure of it himself. Aradia just crossed her arms and looked forward. The ’Sam Silence’ setting in once again. Dean then signed, and got out of the car, and walked around to Aradia’s window.

“You just watch, baby girl... Sammy will come with us.. even if I have to kick his pansy ass, and drag him into the Impala myself.. Ok?...”

She looked back to Dean with heartbroken eyes, but she nodded anyway.

Dean then made his way down the stairs to the back entrance. There, he pulled out his lock pick kit, and started on the gate. Aradia frowned even deeper. She then opened the passenger door and stepped out. She rolled up her Skullcandy earphones and tucked away her Ipod in her pocket as she leaned against Dean’s Impala. It was that that Aradia realized WHY It didn’t really matter to her if Sam came with.. Willingly, dragged, or blackmailed.. at the end of day, it was all the same.

“Even if he comes, Dean, he’s not gonna stay..”

Dean froze, if only for a moment.. But then went back to lock picking. After a few seconds, a load POP was heard, and the gate swung open a inch. Dean then pocketed his kit, and snuck inside.
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Aradia heard Sam and Dean coming towards the Impala before she saw them. Both Dean and Sam, and it didn’t seem to be a pleasant conversation. She got as far as “You KNOW what’s out there!” from Dean, when she realized what was happening.. Sam was trying to win the argument he’d always lose.

A few moments later, they finally appeared. Dean first, walking up the stairs, With Sam on his heels seemingly ranting to himself.

Sam was still as tall as ever. His light brown hair had grown out since the last time see saw him and was cut in a way Airy had seen other college guys cut there hair. The Feathery-flippy thing. With Sam’s long and angled face and strong chin it actually worked out pretty good. He had on a short-sleeved shirt and a pair of sleeping pants that Dean was successful in surprising Sam out of his bed.

“…The weapons training, and the melting the silver into bullets.. Man, Dean, we were raised like warriors.”

“I prefer the term Witch..” Aradia said, snapping Sam’s attention away from his rant. He looked at her blankly for a few moments. Then recognition dawned on him, and his eyes became as wide as plates.

“Airy?...” Sam barely breathed. If Aradia’s heart didn’t feel like it was being crushed, she would have laughed at the look on his face. She knew that look for the ‘normal’ people that saw her just walking down the street. But for Sam, who left right after her whole frilly-dress and the start of her everything-must-be-pink stages, seeing her all punk-rocked out must have been a real shocker.

Well, the shock served him right. If he had kept in touch, he would of known about it, as well as mountain high list of events that had lead up to it. ‘when Alot happens, alot changes..’ Was the saying that came to mind.

“So, what are you gonna do?” Dean said, getting Sam’s attention back, as he turned to face him. “Live some normal ‘Apple pie’ life?..” Sam’s gazed wavered from Dean to Airy, finally ending up on Dean.

“No.. Not normal.. Safe..“

Aradia sighed and looked away, as Dean scoffed at his brother.

“So.. That’s why you ran away.. To be ‘safe’.”

“I was just going to college.. It was Dad that said if I was going, I should stay gone…” You had to give Sam credit, he was trying to talk. What he was failing at was listening.

“Well, Dad’s in real trouble right now, if he’d not dead already.. I can feel it…” Sam just closed his mouth and looked confused.

“Come on, Sammy.. I can’t do this alone..”

“Yes, you can..” Sam said, stating the obvious.

“Yes, we can…” Aradia said under her breath. Still not meeting Sam’s eyes but suddenly gaining Sam’s attention.

“Yeah, Well.. we don’t want to..” Dean said, to both his brother and sister.

Sam’s eyes then widened, and he almost started sputtering. “Wait, Wait, Wait; You’re taking AIRY with you!?”

“She’s Fifteen.” he said, looking at his brother as if he was nuts.

“YA, FIFTEEN!” Sam said, stepping forward, hand out towards Aradia. . “Dean, if Dad finds out, He’ll skin you alive!! You know he…”

“Who do you think took her on her first hunt, Huh?!” Dean defended, stopping Sam in his tracks. Sam’s eyes widened in revelation as he looked back at Airy in shock. Dean sighed, and shook his head

“She’s been hunting with us since she turned 13.. And she’s damn good at it to…” Sam eyes, always expressive, looked back at Aradia. What shown in them made her turn and look away. She saw what was in them, and didn’t like it. Shame, Sadness, disappointment.. Somehow, even though she’d just seen him for the first time in 4 years, she felt like she had failed him.

“…and Sammy, you should just SEE some of the magic she can do now! It’s AMAZING!”

Sammy looked back to Dean. His face obviously conflicted. Aradia steeled herself and settled back into her ‘Sam silence’. She then looked back to the ground and waited.

Sam then sighed loudly. “What was he hunting?..”

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Aradia flung the open the trunk, as Dean propped up the shotgun in order to keep it open. It was then that he pulled out print-outs and newspaper clippings from Jericho, California and started filling Sam in on the case. She just stood by patiently and waited. But it was after Dean tossed the EVP at Sam, that Aradia saw what he was trying to do. Hook and reel Sammy in, like a fish. And it seemed to be working. Dean then closed the trunk, and leaned against the Impala, just like Aradia.

“Four years we never bothered you, never asked you for a thing….”

“All right. I’ll go. I’ll help you guys find him.” Sam said, after a quiet sigh, and turned around to go back to the house. Aradia almost dropped her jaw in shock until Sam then added. “But I have to be back first thing Monday morning.. Just wait here..”

Aradia groaned out load. She knew it. She had called it. A weekend, if even, and he would be gone again..

“What’s going on Monday morning?..” Dean asked, after giving a apologizing gaze to his sister.

Sam stopped and turned around. “I have this…. I have an Interview…”

“A job interview?.. Skip it.” Dean said, with a careless shrug.

“It’s a law school interview, and it’s my entire future on a plate.” Sam said, trying to stress the importance.

“Law School?…” Dean said with disgust. Earning a painful elbow from Aradia right into his ribs. “Ok, then.. first thing Monday morning…”
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Pictures for this chapter:

Dean Winchester; http://www.pollsb.com/photos/50/46867-dean_winchester.jpg
Sam Winchester; http://www.pollsb.com/photos/50/46865-sam_winchester.jpg
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