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Lost and Found- Part 3

Sister Winchester

No pairing

Summery: Y/N has never had a good life so she is leaving it behind. She is leaving behind the hurt, the pain, and the loss. She has no destination, no plan for the future but will she find someplace to call home.

A/N: Hey sorry for the long update I moved and life got crazy but there should be an update about every week and a half-ish. Also, Y/N birthday is going to be soon because I feel awkward writing about someone underage when I myself am 20. I don't know how the teens are anymore lol.

Part 1 Part 2

Dean POV

Dean looked over towards his brother. Concern was etched over Sam’s face and Dean knew he mirrored Sam. 

“What are we going to do Sammy?” Dean asked.

He was confused. While sitting with them and talking with them you were hot and cold. At some points of the conversation, you would completely freeze up and barely give responses and sometimes you would shoot comments back just like a Winchester. Dean didn’t know what could have happened in your life for you to be so closed off, for you to be living what looked like on the streets. 

“I don't know Dean, but we should see who her parents were.” Sam offered.

“Yeah your right, we should look into it,” Dean spoke back.

He rubbed his face. He didn’t know what to do if you were related he couldn't just leave. You were family and you clearly didn't have anyone. It wasn't safe for you to be on your own, but it wasn’t safe for you to be with them either. He didn’t know what to do, his and Sam’s life wasn't exactly good for your life expectancy. Sam pulled out his laptop from his bag placing it on the table. They might as well start the search now. Dean kept glancing towards the restroom, worry niggling the back of his mind. He didn’t know what happened to you, you were clearly young but you had the look in your eyes that most hunters got. The look that said you have seen some shit.

He looked up as you slid back into the booth. You were so young and clearly in need of a shower. You shouldn't be on your own. What were you doing on your own? You clearly weren’t in the life but you also clearly didn't have a good life.

“Sam’s looking into who your parents are,” Dean stated, his hands fiddling with his coffee.

Y/N Pov

You glanced up at both of the boys. You felt disappointed, you thought they would wait. At least entertain the idea that they were going to keep you around. You shake your head. There was no point of thinking like that. None at all. Of course, they didn’t want you around why would they. You gave a curt nod 

“How old are you?” Sam asked, briefly looking up from the laptop.

“17 although I turn 18 in a few weeks.” You muttered into your lap.

"wow, You really are just a kid," Dean’s voice having an emotion you couldn't place.

You shrug your shoulders, “I haven’t been a kid for a long time.”

You all sat in silence, Sam behind his computer typing away. Trying to find a way to get rid of a responsibility for you. Not that if they found your family you were going back to them. You were almost 18 and they never cared before why would you care about them. You didn’t really want to dwell on the fact that these men who may be your family were already looking for a way to dump you. You should be used to disappointment.

Soon enough the waitress was back and dumped off your guy's food. You quickly started to eat the food in front of you. You didn’t know when the next time you would be able to eat after this. You had to get the calories in you as fast as you could. You were scared they were going to snatch it away from you like some cruel joke.

You all ate in silence for a few minutes. Sam typing away on his computer in between bites of food.

“Looks like your our half-sister,” Sam stated

You stopped your fork halfway to your mouth, “Oh.”

“Dean dad’s listed on her birth certificate, he knew she existed,” Sam told his brother, leaning forward over the table his hands emphasizing his point.

“Dad knew and never told us,” Dean growled out.

Your fork clattered loudly onto your plate. You felt numb. Your dad knew you existed and just didn't care enough to be in your life. Why were you that worthless to him? You had always suspected that he never cared but to see these two men who had grown up with your dad. You felt even more worthless.

“Y/N, did you ever know dad?” Sam asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

You shake your head. Tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. You didn't know why this was hitting you so hard. Sam and Dean shared a look with each other, having a silent conversation.

“Well if you have nowhere to go, kid, you can stay with us. We're a few hours north. I know you just met us but we wouldn't mind having you around. We’d like to get to know our sister,” Dean offered

You reared back in surprise. You had assumed that they wouldn’t want to take you with them. While you were aware that you just met these men and there was a giant chance that you would wind up murdered in a ditch. But then again the life you were already living that was likely. You felt hope, an unfamiliar emotion unfurls in your chest. You wanted to take a chance. You nodded.

--

After breakfast, you all made your way back into the Impala. You had been fairly quiet the rest of breakfast. Still trying to wrap your head around everything. Sam had shown you proof of who your father was and how they were related after you had given your assent. It helped quell the fear niggling in the back of your head that these were just two men trying to take advantage of a 17-year-old girl. Breakfast was nice if a little weird. You felt off-kilter, not quite sure how to act or what they expected.

Now here you were in the back of the impala hurtling down the highway.

“So Y/N have you always lived in Memphis?” Sam asked, turning his head to face you.

“No, just got there.” You mumbled back.

“Oh, where are you from then?” Sam followed up.

You shrugged, “I moved around a lot as a kid. I’m not really from anywhere.”

“We get that kid,” Dean interjected, “Me and Sammy were never in a place more than a few weeks.”

“Well at least you had a family with you,” You let your lips curl as the snide remark left them.

Both men flinched slightly. Your shoulders hunched. You messed up. You had always had a mean streak and the inability to keep your mouth shut. They were going to throw you out onto the side of the road. You looked down at your lap and picked at your fingernails.

Dean was the first to break the tense silence with a chuckle, “Guess your right.”

You didn't respond but you did relax, letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Still staring at your lap you missed the twin looks of relief from the front seat. You all rode in silence for the next few miles, the only thing heard was the music playing from the speakers. Your eyes started to close, the minuscule amount of sleep the night before finally catching up to you. You felt yourself list to the side, your shoulder hit the car seat. Your instincts fought the oncoming sleep, not used to falling asleep in the presence of people but you were warm and comfortable and for once without hunger pains. So instead of trying to force yourself to stay awake you slowly drifted off, barely noticing that Dean turned the music down slightly.

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Lost and Found- Part 2

Part 1

Sister Winchester

No pairing

Summery: Y/N has never had a good life so she is leaving it behind. She is leaving behind the hurt, the pain, and the loss. She has no destination, no plan for the future but will she find someplace to call home.

So I was super inspired and kinda just cracked this out in like a day and a half. Whoops. But here is another part. I am digging this story and already working on the next part which will be in the boys POV as thier thoughts on this mysterious relative. Let me know what you think!!!

Part 2

“Yeah what's it to you” You wheezed out.

“Your last name cannot be Winchester.” Dean growled out, accusation clear in his tone. Not that you knew what he was accusing you of.

Sam looked at you, shock written all over his face. You were confused, why did your last name matter that much to them. You were a nobody from a family of nobodies, not that you had looked up to try and find any of your family. They left you, you didn't want to find them. So you didn’t care about them, at least that was the lie you told yourself.

“Well that's my last name, although I don't know why it would matter to you.” You shot back, glaring at the two men in front of you. You crossed your arms, both as a way to appear more annoyed but as a way to protect yourself subtly.

“Y/N our last name is Winchester,” Sam told you, his face still etched with surprise.

“No it's not. I don't have a family. Never have,” You drawled back trying to hide your hurt and surprise.

They could not be your family. They just couldn't. There was no way. You didn't want to think on the fact that you had a family out there and they didn't care. Rationally you knew your mom was out there but the fact that these men could be your uncles or cousins or some type of relative just didn't compute. Why didn't you go to them when you were 4. Why were you left alone while they got a family, it wasn’t fair.

“Well we are, see,” Sam held up his ID. Sam Winchester clearly written on it.

“Did you know I existed?” It hurt to ask, you thinking that the answer would be yes.

“No we didn't think we had any other family out there. Hey Dean why don't we drive to a diner get some breakfast then we will all talk about it okay,” Sam spoke to his brother.

Dean turned back around, the car started to move. You felt like Dean wasn’t very happy to find out that you were family. It hurt but you still felt something unfurl in your chest. You analyzed it closer as you drove and realized it was hope, but you didn't want to feel it. You had the gnawing though in the back of your mind that this was too good to be true. That they would want to keep you around, they had enough family. The two of them what would they want with a 17 year old kid. You felt like you were more trouble to them then you were worth. It was a sobering thought but your entire life has led you to this thinking. Why would they be any different?

You arrived at the diner, your stomach twisted in knots, anxiety thrumming right beneath your skin. You didn’t know what this breakfast chat would consist of and while you wanted the outcome for you to have a family, the universe wasn't that kind to you.

You all found a table in the back of the restaurant. You nervously sat across from the two brothers. You felt like you were standing in front of a firing squad, not ready to answer the questions you knew they were about to shoot at you. You swallowed thickly while  you look below at the menu before you. Your eyes searched the menu for the cheapest breakfast option. Hashbrown and an egg, it was only a few dollars. It wouldn’t put out the men sitting across from you.

“Who are your parents?” Sam asked.

“I don't know,” You answered honestly, “My mom abandoned me when I was four and my dad who knows. I don't know their name and I don’t exactly have the resources to find out.”

You tried not to dwell on the fact that no one cared. That these men were proof that you had family out there and no one cared enough to find them. That maybe your dad was out there and your case worker got in contact with him but he just didn't care enough to get you. That he was another person to abandon you.

“You don't know. Then how can you be sure that your last names Winchester?” Dean asked.

“How do you know your last name is Winchester,” You snarked back.

Dean head whipped back, shock written on his face. You got scared you crossed a line before a surprised laugh left his lips.

“You got bite kid,” Dean chuckled, “Maybe you are a Winchester afterall.”

“We can try to find out who your parents were,” Sam offered, “That way we can find out how, or even if we are truly related.”

You were stumped with the fact that they offered to help you. While you may be blood related that didn’t mean that you guys were family. That didn't mean that they had any obligation to you. That they had to help you out, they were already doing you a massive favor by buying you breakfast. Now Sam was offering to find out who your parents were. It was insane.

“Y’all ready to order?” The waitress asked, breaking you out of your musing.

Sam and Dean both ordered first, both of them getting a big breakfast. It made you want to order even smaller as to not dent their wallet any. You hated being a burden.

“Um can I just get a side of hash browns and an egg, over easy please?” You asked, twisting your fingers anxiously. Your eyes flitting to the brothers, waiting for them to tell you no.

“Is that all your getting?” Dean asked, his eyebrows furrowed in what looked like concern.

“Yeah, I'm not that hungry.” You lied, your face heating up as your stomach protested the statement.

“She'll get a stack of pancakes as well,” Dean told the waitress, “Do you drink coffee?”

You did but that was just more money they would be spending on you so you shake your head instead. You couldn't believe that Dean was actually ordering you more food, instead of trying to get you to eat less.

“Okay, that's it then,” Dean smiled up at the waitress.

“Coming right up,” The waitress finished writing down your order before walking away

“Kid you've got to eat more, you look like a strong gust of wind will topple you over,” Dean pointedly stated.

“I’m fine” You shrugged.

You looked down at yourself your face heating. You guess you had gotten thinner. Your once snug shirt was looser and your pants did fall down more often than they had before but you didn't think you were that thin or frail. While you lost some weight you didn't think it was that much.

Looking back up at the men before you, you asked confused, “Am I really that skinny?”

“It's not just that Y/N,” Sam said, “You just look tired, and worn. How long have you been on your own?”

Well that was the wrong question to ask. You knew he was just asking how long you’ve been living on your own. He was asking how long its been since you ran away but you truly had been alone your whole life. That question was a minefield and both opened a can of worms. You just shrugged looking down at your hands, twisting them together.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” You said before pushing off and heading towards the toilets.

Part 3

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Lost and Found

Sister Winchester

No pairing

Summery: Y/N has never had a good life so she is leaving it behind. She is leaving behind the hurt, the pain, and the loss. She has no destination, no plan for the future but will she find someplace to call home.

You hiked you bag up further, didn't dare to look behind you. There was nothing there for you. No point at looking at the house that caused you so much pain. You were done with foster family's and people that used you. While not all of them were bad this last one would give you nightmares for years to come. You felt dirty and used and in all honesty didn't see the point on continueing, but you would. They would not get the better of you, the world would not win. No matter how hard the world beat you down you would keep a stiff upper lip and keep going. You had two months till you turned 18 anyway what was the point in staying another second in that hell hole.

So you made your way down the street and out of town, no destination in mind just away. Away from the pain and heartache and the loss. You let the moon guide you once the lights of the town were behind you. Walking until the first rays of light peaked above the fields. The sun is brighter than your future but at least you were leaving the darkness of your past, or so you hoped.

You knew you didn't matter in the grand scheme of things, the only thing you had from your father was his last name, Winchester. You didn't even know if he knew you were alive and if he did, he deffinently didn't care. Your mother had left you at the church when you were four. It was before Nebraska had changed the law on the age of limitations for safe-haven so she was able to get rid of you, to throw you away like last week's trash. You didn't know what you could have done to elicit such a thing but you must have done something for her to give you up. You bounced around from house to house until now, here you were leaving all the heartache behind and moving forward. You knew your future looked bleak but anything was better than what you were leaving behind.

A Month Later

You shivered on the ground. Sitting in the corner of an abandoned warehouse, trying and failing to get some sleep. It was too cold, the wind howled through the warehouse, tearing through your thin jacket and jeans. You were curled up, your knees drawn up to your chest, your eyes vigilant, searching the dark. You were never safe and even if you were able to sleep you know it wouldn't be deep. You knew you would jolt awake at every little noise or gust of wind. A loud bang to your right startled you. Your eyes searched the darkness trying to pinpoint what made the sound. You had seen a lot of strange unexplainable things in the past month and you didn't want to know what could be lurking in the darkness. What could be waiting in the shadows for the right moment to attack. A scraping along the ground started up, a deep growl emitting from the darkness, growing in volume, getting closer and closer to you.

“Hello! Who's there?” You called out. Hoping it was somehow your imagination.

The growl grew louder and all your instincts urged you to run. So you listened and bolted, a roar erupted from behind you, your own scream echoing in response. Every cell in your body telling you to get away as fast as you could. You crashed out of the warehouse, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Your heart pounding in your ears, your feet slapping the pavement. You spared a glance behind you, only to see the thing gaining on you. You saw a corner ahead, hoping to lose the monster by hiding. That there was something on the other side of that corner to duck behind. Pushing yourself a little harder, trying to make it around that corner, hoping to find safety, you ran.

Careening around the corner you slammed into someone, bouncing off of them and falling to the ground. Your head bounced off the pavement and you felt disoriented, the bangs of a gun sounded above you. You flinched at each gun shot, you didn't want to look up and see cops, cops were your worst nightmare. You would rather that monster kill you then go with some cops. Knowing that the cops would throw you back into the system. A guttural cry followed by a thump behind you told you the monster was dead. You stood up, your eyes landing on two men who most definitely weren't cops.

Both tall and imposing, dressed in jeans and flannel. You really wanted to bolt, but you knew if they wanted to catch you they would. They both held pistols in their hands, pointed towards the ground but their finger just a hair's breadth away from the trigger. Blood splattered across the shorter ones face. They stood there like giants ready to strike down anything.

“Are you okay?” The man with the longer hair and bigger build asked. His shoulders relaxing from the tense coil they had been in. He tucked his gun into the waistband of his jeans, his partner(?) doing the same.

You jerkily nodded, your mind moving a mile a minute trying to figure out how to get out of this situation and where you're going to sleep tonight. Maybe you would try under the bridge of the freeway, near the river. Cops rarely patrolled there, you may get a few hours of sleep in.

“Hey kid, what the hell were you doing out here?” The other man asked, accusation clear in his tone.

“It's none of your business,” You shot back, your chin tilted up diffidently. You didn't want them to see the fear that was still gripping your heart on your face.

“Can we at least drive you home?” The taller one offered.

“No thank you” Your head looked behind you, already mapping out the walk to the river, “Thanks for saving my life and all, but I should be going.”

You tried not to tense up as you walked away. You hated turning your back on people but you had to get out of this situation. Before they asked too many questions, before they found out anything about you. People when they found out that you were a 17 year old girl living on the streets, well let's just say they took advantage of the situation. You didn't need to spend any more time alone with two strange men, it didn't matter if they saved your life or not.

You wrapped your arms around yourself as a strong gust of wind blew. You could hear the men behind you, talk and moving about but you out one foot in tint of the other. Taking you further and further away from them. Further away from the monster that had tried to kill you. You looked up at the moon, the only constant in your life now. Wondering where it would take you next.

-

You walked along the two lane highway in the early light of the rising sun. You hadn't been able to sleep the night before, the lingering fear from the incedent, as you were calling it, kept you awake. So here you were, ready to move on from this town and to the next, dead on your feet just wishing you had the money for breakfast but knowing your pockets were empty. Cars rushed past you periodically, never slowly, not a glance spared your way. It was times like this you wished someone would stop, ask you if you were okay, take you in and be family. But you knew the reality, that if someone did stop it wasn't out of the kindness of their heart but that they wanted something from you.

You didn't trust anyone and rightfully so. No one had ever treated you with kindness. You heard the rumbling of an engine slow down beside you. Your shoulders hunched inward, knowing that if they paid you enough you would do anything. You felt disgusting but the emptiness of your stomach was too prevalent to ignore.

“Hey kid you alright?” A familiar voice shouted.

Your head shot up, eyes wide as you looked upon your saviors from the night before. You shrug your shoulders in response, trying to act nonchalant but the biting cold and the hunger made you look more pathetic than anything.

“I'm Dean this is my brother Sam, we saved ya last night.” Dean said from behind the wheel, “Where's your family kid?”

“Don't got none, not that it's any of your business,” You mumbled a reply.

“Where are you going?” Sam spoke up from beside his brother.

You just shrugged in reply. Both brothers looked at each other and seemed to have a silent conversation. After awkwardly standing outside their car while they communicated they seemed to come to an agreement.

“How about we take you to breakfast kid,” Dean offered.

You shuddered internally, trying not to think of what they would want in return. The growling of your stomach reminding you that you hadn't eaten in days.

“How am I supposed to pay y'all back?” You asked, shoving your hands in your pockets, shifting from foot to foot.

“Kid you don't have to pay us back. You look like your about to keel over any second. You look like you could use some food and we were heading to breakfast anyway.” Dean spoke his eyebrows furrowed together.

“Yeah right, no one does things out of the kindness of their heart,” You bit back.

“Well we are. So if you want breakfast get in.” Dean gruffly apple back.

You reached for the handle, knowing that you would end up regretting the decision. Hunger always did win though.

Sam turned around once you were sitting in the backseat and Dean started driving.

“What's your name?” He asked

“Y/N. Y/N Winchester” You replayed.

The screeching of brakes erupted and you flew forward, slamming into the seat in front of you before colliding into the seat you were sitting out. Dean whipped around his eyes wild.

“Did you say Winchester?”

Part 2

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