You were on the search for your brothers. Well, little brothers. Dean and Sam Winchester.

You thought you were (F/N)( (L/N) for most of your life. Kid of (M/N) (L/N) and (D/N) (L/N). Born February 28th 1978, at 3:19 AM.

You guess not. You always had a feeling you weren't related to them, you having (H/C) and (E/C).

You got to see a photo of them at he hospital. You were basically a spinning image of both of them.

You kept the image and scanned it to see that your mother was wearing a bracelet with hunting charms. A demon trap one was poking out from her sleeve.

You got to the closest place they could be located, around Lebanon, Kansas. Being native to Idaho, you weren't used to the streets. You felt weird on your motorcycle, with all the trucks and cars.

You were staying in small hotel and sighed. Another afternoon to probably not find them. You left your room and got on the motorcycle. You were beyond putting on a helmet.

You hadn't checked an abandoned warehouse, but it was worth a try. It was Day 18 of looking.

You got to the red building and knocked on the door. Your motorcycle was idling, and you were frantic to open the door.

You heard a gun cock and the door opened. You had a knife in your hand, just in case stuff wasn't right.

One of your siblings, whichever had long hair opened the door and you just walked in. "Took you long enough. It's cold outside." You started walking down the staircase and once you went off last step, you went down.

He threw you to the ground, and was on top of your much smaller body. "Who the hell are you?" He asked, the gun to your head. You laughed nervously and shakily.

"(-(Y/N) Winchester. Now, please don't kill me. I'm not a demon or angel or anything. Just your sister/brother/sibling." You sighed and hopes he wouldn't blow your brains out.

"Yeah, sure you are. Your lying." He said, putting more pressure on your temple. You winced again.

"I'm the kid of John and Mary Winchester. I have two siblings Sam and Dean Winchester. One born Janurary 24th 1979 and the other May 1st 1983. I'm born February 28th 1978. Don't hurt me..." You sighed and he got up. You smiled and was helped up.

"I have a sister? Oh my god. I have a sister. I'm Sam by the way." Sam pulled you into a hug and you heard the door open. You pulled away and had the knife ready the throw.

"It's okay. Don't throw it. Dean, this is (Y/N), our biological brother/sister/sibling." Dean looked confused and then in shock. He looked at you then Sam.

"I can see it. You kinda look the same." Dean said and you sighed.

"Hello, little brother." You waved and smiled. Now, Dean was so confused. You smiled as he came down and gave you a hug.

"I swear to God, you could pass off as my little sister/brother/sibling." You laughed and you stopped.

"I'm also a hunter, by the way." You smirked and Sam and Dean almost started crying. You frowned and left into another room.

"I also know about the Angels. I know some of them!" And you heard the sobs of laugher.

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Hello. I thought this would be cool. I wanted to do older sister, not little sister.