Title: Family Is A Sacred Bond.

Summary: "Sammy, Dean... You guys are my brothers. I love you; don't ever doubt that." After a huge fight with her father, Ashley Winchester moves away to Georgia, but when her brother Dean comes knocking with Sam in tow, she joins them to help find their father. [Starts in season 1].

Rating: T for paranoia.

Pairings: Follows the show with very (non) subtle hints of Destiel later.

Author's Note: Hey :) I'm Kathy. Nice to meet you ;)
So, only recently started watching Supernatural, and I'm only on season 3 at the moment, yet I already ship Destiel xD
I don't know what gave me this idea; I guess I was just looking for an excuse to write SPN :P
Oh well, enjoy and review :)

Kathy xoxo


Lawrence, Kansas.
22 years ago.

"Come on, let's say goodnight to your brother," Mary Winchester spoke softly as she walked into little Sammy's room, with Dean perched on her hip and Ashley by her side, gripping tightly to her mother's warm hand. Ashley's eyes wondered around the room, falling on her younger brother who was lying in his cot, gurgling quietly, his big brown eyes looking at his blanket clad feet.

Mary put Dean down and he rushed forward, leaning over the bars to kiss Sam's soft forehead. "Night, Sam," he said. Mary followed after him, Ashley now clinging tightly to her neck as she sat on Mary's hip.

Mary leant down and stroked Sam's head which was just beginning to sprout short brown hairs. "Goodnight, love," she murmured, also kissing the tiny boy's head. She straightened up and looked at Ashley, smiling softly. "Say night-y night to Sammy, Ash."

"Nigh'-y nigh', Shammy," Ashley squealed, grinning as if to show off her newly acquired set of teeth. Mary chuckled, and placed her lips to her daughters cheek.

"Hey, kids," John said from the doorway. Dean turned around and instantly ran towards him, a smile lighting up his face.

"Daddy!" He exclaimed gleefully. John scooped him up into his arms.

"Hey, buddy," he grunted, settling Dean into his arms. "So, what'd you think? You think Sammy and Ash are ready to toss around a football?"

"No, daddy," Dean laughed. Mary walked up to John with Ashley giggling in her arms.

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" The little girl chanted, reaching out for John. He smiled and set Dean back on his feet and took Ashley from Mary.

"Hey, baby girl. Show me those teeth, eh?" He asked, bearing his teeth, growling softly. Ashley mimicked him, but instead of growling, she laughed. Ashley was his little princess, and he knew that she'd be just as beautiful as Mary when she grew up. She already had a full head of thick brown hair, the same colour as Sam's and her eyes were the same shade of green as Mary's too. The only thing she had of John was his face shape. He'd had the same face shape when he was young.

"You got her?" Mary asked John, walking past him with Dean holding her hand.

"I got her," he assured his wife, looking at Sammy who was staring right back at his father. "Sweet dreams, Sam." And then he left the room, cradling Ashley in his arms.

He walked into Ashley's bright pink room that was right next to his and Mary's. He laid her down in her bed and kissed her goodnight. "Sleep tight, baby girl," he murmured softly, shutting off the light. He sighed happily and made his way down stairs.


"Ash!" Dean yelled, shaking his little sister awake. The little girl's eye fluttered open slowly, staring questioningly at Dean.

"Dean?" She croaked, rubbing her eyes.

"Come on!" He muttered frantically, grabbing her hand, pulling her out of bed. Ashley couldn't keep up with her big brother because he was much bigger than her, and he didn't let go of her hand as he ran down the hall where they stopped outside Sammy's room. A blindingly bright yellow light poured out of their brother's room, and neither of them could do anything but stare at it. John ran out with Sam in his arms, his chest rising and falling quicker than normal. He thrust Sam into Dean's arms and stared him right in the eyes. "Daddy!"

"Take your brother and sister outside as fast as you can, don't look back!" He yelled, trying to force back the tears in his eyes. "Now, Dean, go!" He pushed Dean and Ashley towards the stairs while he launched himself back into the room, yelling out, "Mary!"

Dean and Ashley both stared up at the window of Sam's room, while the little boy gurgled uncomfortably in Dean's arms. "It's okay, Sammy," Dean cooed, not taking his eyes off the window. From behind, John grabbed them both, lifting them up and running away from the house.

"I got ya," he breathed, ducking as the bang from their house rang through the night.

Ashley looked around hastily, tears springing to her eyes as Sam's baby noise's filled her ears. There was one thing she didn't understand while the men in the yellow hats sprayed water on their house. Dean was sitting next to her, holding her hand, her daddy was cradling Sam, but she didn't understand.

Where was mommy?


Author's Note: Oh, my god. I'm so sorry. That was awful, I know, but it's only a filler chapter. Hopefully it'll get better.
Also, I just need to rant about something.
What is up with Sam? Seriously. I'm only on season three, so I have no idea what's up with Sam, and I'm really worried now :/ My poor Sammy.

I really hope it wasn't as bad as I think it is. I haven't written anything for a long time, so forgive me and don't be too hard on me :')

~ Kathy xoxo