The Life and Lies of Mil Winchester - Book 1

1:01 Pilot

 Dean and I were on our way to Jericho, on a case dad had been working - before he disappeared, that is. I leaned back in my seat, and sighed, letting my weary eyelids droop. The Impala flashed past a wooden sign. I sat up with a jolt, my eyes skimmed over the sign, barely getting time to read it as Dean sped the car away. 

“Palo Alto?” I wondered aloud. Then it hit me. “Dean? What are we doing here?” I was pretty sure Palo Alto was not on the route to Jericho. 

Dean just shrugged. “Just a stop off on the way.”

I narrowed my eyes. When Dean put on his innocent voice it always got my suspicions up. 

Dean took a turn and pulled up in what looked like an apartment block, or maybe a college dorm. 

“Wait here,” Dean commanded, opening his door to get out. I shook my head. Dean should know by now that I wasn’t going to stay. I wasn’t the only family member with the stubborn attitude. I folded my arms and set my face. “Fine,” my older brother sighed, after analyzing my expression, he relaxed visibly, and turned on his heel. “Hurry up if you’re coming!” He called briskly, over his shoulder. I chuckled quietly to myself and followed. 

When I caught up I found that Dean had somehow managed to prize open a window and climb through. Dean beckoned to me. With little struggle, I pulled my self in. It helped to be small, when doing things like this, I didn’t have to worry about lanky legs and getting stuck halfway. I was a snake. Dean put a finger to his lips, indicating for me to be quiet, and pushed open a door in front of him. A figure immediately lunged forward, grabbing Dean’s shoulder. Before the man could get a glimpse of me, I ducked out the door again. I heard the men punching and kicking each other, and suddenly, they became muffled. Frowning, I crept forward, back into the room, and found nothing. 

“Whoa, easy tiger.” I heard Dean say, sounding slightly breathless. I hurried through to the next room, where I found a tall man, with floppy brown hair, pinned by his throat to the floor, Dean crouched over him. The other man panted.

“Dean?”

I leaned against the open door. Dean and I chuckled in unison.

The man’s eyes travelled to me. “Mil?”

I smiled shyly. It was Sam. Of course it was. My older brother, well, younger than Dean by four years, but still older than me. Sam had left for college a few years ago, leaving me heartbroken, with only Dean to look out for me. There was always dad, but he’d never been much of a dad. Especially after mom had died on my 6 month birthday.

“You scared the crap out of me!” Sam puffed.

“That’s cause you’re out of practice,” I reminded him.

Sam grabbed Dean’s hand, and yanked him to the floor. Dean’s foot caught my leg, tripping me up, so the three of us were on the ground in a massive pile. 

“Or not,” Dean amended. “Get off me. Both of you.” 

I rolled off Sam’s back and pulled my two brothers up.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Sam demanded, facing off me and Dean.

I glanced at Dean.

“Well, we were looking for a beer,” he lied smoothly, his face unreadable. Dean placed his hands on Sam’s shoulders, shook him, and then let go.

“What the hell are you two doing here?” Sam repeated.

“Okay. Alright. We gotta talk.” I said.

“Uh, the phone?”

“If we’d’a called, would you have picked up the phone.” I wondered what Dean was hinting.