Carve The Mark Competition- Choice 1, Sibling Relationships //

Gabrielle Winchester has followed in the footsteps of her two big brothers ever since she met them after a house fire when she was six months old. Now these three of them are going up and down America hunting for the thing that started the family business.


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Hi! This is a something I've been working on for the Carve the Mark writing Competition. It is a Supernatural Fanfiction and it is about sibling relation ships. Hope everyone likes it. Vote and Comment :)


"Good morning Gab! Wake up!" I opened my eyes to see my big brother Dean jumping on my bed in the motel room. I sat up slightly and gave him a stern look. He stopped and then started tying his shoelaces. "Come on lazy, we're leaving." Dean then grabbed his bag and threw mine at me. "I'll give ya a moment." He said, and Dean went out the room so I could get changed. 


I headed out the room, carrying my worn out bag tightly towards the 1967 Impala which Dean drove and adored. Sometimes it would feel like Dean loved the Impala more than me! I sat in my spot of the car - the back seat - and thought about where we could be going. My thoughts then turned into me thinking about my other brother. I wasn't really allowed to talk about him since he left, otherwise dad would get mad. But dad was away somewhere, so it was just Dean and me. 
"Hey, Gabby?" Dean said, breaking the silence that was in the car. I looked up at Dean and he smiled. "We're gonna make a little visit to someone."

"Oh, who?" I asked while lying down in the backseat. The backseat was all mine, as I 'claimed' it when I was younger, and it's big enough for me to sleep on when we're on all these monster hunts. 

"Oh, just a little someone... you'll see." Dean then continued driving and I daydreamed about school, and what it'd be like to live a normal life. 

Even though I'm eleven years old, I don't go to school. I did go to a pre-school once in 1997, but that was it, as dad just kept me at Uncle Bobby's. I've always wanted to be a normal kid, as much as normal gets, but with being in my family, I don't have much a choice. When I was only six months old, my mother was murdered by some dude and according to my father, he thinks it was the same thing that killed my brother's mother. Then, my father supposedly found me and introduced me to my two brothers, who were eleven and fifteen at the time.

I was then raised up like they were. Monsters existed. I found that out when I was only four years old because a vengeful spirit tried to get me. To this day I still think dad used me as bait.
I spent my childhood moving around motel to motel, not going to school as we would only be in a place for a maximum of a week. The only education I would really get would be Dean and my other brother teaching me the basic ABCs and hunting crap.

My other brother, Sam, would teach me every day as we were both not allowed to hunt monsters, instead we'd be stuck in a lousy motel room. With Sam teaching me all the time, I had quite advanced knowledge for a four year old. 

Dean would teach me the basics of hunting. He would teach me about the weapons, the ways to trap and kill certain things and all the monsters out there, even though Sam would argue that I was too young for a knife. By the time I was five, I killed my first ever monster. A demon. And boy did it feel great knowing that it could've been the monster that killed my mom. 

When I was only seven, Sam packed up and left for university. Sam had went to Stanford University in California to study law. Of course, I was happy for him, but I was gutted when he said he wouldn't return because of my dad's last words to him;
"If you step out that door, don't you come back."

I got a little bit sad while thinking about Sam before my thoughts were interrupted by Dean's voice. "Gab? You sure you're ok? You seem quite upset. But don't worry, you're gonna be happy when you see where we're going." Dean said, just as we drove past the sign that read;
"Stanford, California, 5 miles."

A smile crept on my face and I saw Dean smirk while driving. I then yawned, and laid down on the seat to go to sleep. 

"Hush Esme, you'll wake this precious little thing. You promised you wouldn't have disrupted me during this, but you did, so now you have to pay." Two seconds later, and the room was ablaze.
"Hey Gab, we're here now!" I woke up and noticed that we were sitting in the middle of a carpark for a block of apartments in Stanford University. We were walking up the stairs towards Sam's flat. "Y'know, he might kick us away." Dean said to me. We then reached the door, the gold numbers shining in the dimly lit corridor. Dean then pulled out a paper clip to start to break in. 

"Dean, no." I said, stopping him pick the lock. 

"Dean, yes." He replied smugly, picking the lock and opening the door. We then walked around, before Dean is jumped on top of by a really tall figure. "Whoa, easy, tiger." Dean smirked, and then our brother stood up. 

"Dean?" Sam questioned, and Dean laughed. He then started complaining about him scaring the crap out of him, and then he stopped talking halfway through a sentence.
"Dean, it's really late at night. Don't tell me you brought Gabby with you." I engulfed Sam in a hug.

"Sammy." I mumbled into his shirt, while also crying slightly over it. "I've missed you." I said, and he ran his hand through my shirt hair. 

"I've missed you too." Sam smiled, before turning to Dean. "Why are you here?" He asked.

"To get a beer." Dean replied smugly, and then Sam grabbed Dean's hand and yanked it, slammed his heel into Dean's back and pushed him to the floor.

"Get off of me." Dean said in a sort of informative yet playful tone. Sam then stood up and helped Dean up and I stood next to Dean. "Ok. We need to talk." Dean said to Sam. 
"You heard of the phone Dean? It's quite popular nowadays." Sam sarcastically asked and I stood there trying to contain my laughter before Dean gave me a glare. 

"If I called, would you have picked up?" Dean asked. The light was then switched on and a woman with blonde hair and wearing very short shorts and a cropped Smurfs shirt stood there looking at Dean and me. 
"Sam?" She asked.


"Oh, Jess, hey. Dean, Gabrielle, this is my girlfriend, Jessica. Jess, this is Dean and Gabrielle, my brother and half-sister." I went up to shake Jessica's hand and Dean failed to flirt. Sam gave Dean a death stare, and he stood back. 

"Anyway, I gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business." He said, and Sam went up next to Jessica. 

"No. Whatever you have to say, you can say here in front of her." Sam said, going up to her and putting an arm around her, causing me to vomit a little in my mouth. 

"Okay... So, um, dad... Dad hasn't been home in a few days." I said, looking right at Sam. 
"So? he's working overtime. He'll stumble back in sooner or later drunk like he normally did." He replied, and Dean then spoke up. 

"Let me rephrase. Dad's on a hunting trip, and he hasn't been home in a few days." Dean said. Sam's eyes widened and he looked at Jessica. 

"Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside." He then kissed her and we headed outside the apartment to stand in the hallway. 

"Come on guys. You can't just break in, middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you." Sam said, and I felt a bit hurt. 

"You're not hearing me, Sammy. Dad's missing. I need you to help me find him. Help us." 
"Please Sammy... I missed you." I mumbled. "We all did." 

"Dad didn't." Sam replied, causing Dean to get a little bit mad, but he calmed down, knowing Sam wouldn't help otherwise. "Anyway, he's always missing, and he's always fine." Sam said, as we started walking up and down the hallway. 

Dean then stopped, causing me and Sam to stop as well. 

"Not for this long. Now are you gonna come with us or not? If not for me or for dad, but for Gabby." Dean asked. Sam shook his head, and Dean asked why. 

"I swore I was done hunting. For good." 
"Come on. It wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad." Dean replied. 
"Yeah? When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a 0.45," Sam started. "And when Gabby was four, she got given her first knife for worrying that every single goddamn bed had a monster under it!" 
"Well, what was he supposed to do?!" Dean shouted back, and I stood in between them listening. That's how it was in the build up to Sammy leaving. 
"I was nine years old! He was supposed to say, don't be afraid of the dark. And Gabby was only four. He was supposed to just pretend to look and say nothing was there!" 
"Don't be afraid of the dark? Are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark. And you know what's out there!"

"Yeah, I know, but still. The way we grew up, after mom was killed, and dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her." Sam protested, none of them hearing me. 
"Sam, I've not asked for a thing in about five years. Come on man." 
"Stop it! Now Sam, you can either come with us or stay here. It's your choice." I spoke before sitting on the ground outside Sam's apartment. 
"Ugh, fine, I'll come for this weekend, but you better bring me back by Monday." Sam said. 
"Monday? What's Monday?" Dean asked. 
"I have an... an interview."
"A job interview? Skip it." 
"It's a law school interview, Dean, and it's my whole future on a plate." Dean nodded. "Ok, so we got a deal or not?" Sam asked. Dean said nothing and sat down next to me to let Sam pack a bag.

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