Tiny Winchester

Jessica Ellen Winchester Daughter of Sam Winchester and Amber Chase Private Muse Usually Under 18 Read The About and Rules

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OPEN.

“Who do you think I am? Satan?” It takes a bit before he lifts up his finger in a pause motion. “Don’t answer that.”

    “You almost run full on into that one, didn’t you?”

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heroicheartx:

Now that was a great idea if she ever heard one and it didn’t involve hunting or killing things. Mary liked it a lot and so she beamed down at her granddaughter. 

“A real writer in the family, that’d be wonderful. And I’m sure you’ll be great at it. John– I mean, your grandfather always had a way with words, too.” 

Not verbally perhaps. He was a man of little words when it involved actual speaking, but when he wrote her letters or he scribbled something down in one of his notebooks, it was always more eloquent than most. It was a hidden talent she’d admired greatly.

   Jessie grinned brightly, tightening the hug. Even at such a young age, she was aware of what her parents did, at least to the degree that it wasn’t just them that had done it. Uncle Dean did, as well as her having heard stories about Grandpa John and Grandpa Alec...not to mention that Grandpa Bobby had helped out too, she could remember all his books that had stuff about the monsters in them. And there was a small part of her, perhaps unknown to the child at this point, that knew that one day she might have to do it as well. 

    But being a writer was something that would let her be something else entirely. 

   “Did Grandpa John like to write?” There wasn’t much that she knew about him, stories that Uncle Dean or her Daddy would tell her, but he had died long before she’d been born. 

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Returning the smile easily, unable not to when it was her granddaughter, Mary caressed the girl’s cheek with the back of her hand. “And you will be, sweetheart. The smartest,” she grinned down at Jessie, relieved she was talking about being smart and not beating up things or becoming a hunter. “I’m sure your momma and daddy know that, too.” 

   Her smile only grew and she was quick to hug her grandmother again. “I told Momma and Daddy I wanted to write stories when I get older.” She liked the ideas of creating stories for people, like her momma and daddy did for her, or even her uncle. 

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Gramma Mary

   Her mouth quirked up at the corners hearing little Jessie talking about her parents beating up things. She had said it so dryly that it came across more amusing than it should be. Mary worried though, because if the girl was already used to it at this age, she’d never be able to have a normal childhood. It was something the blonde never had either, and despite how much she had wanted it for her boys, she’d failed to give it to them, too. Another generation lost to the violence and death of hunting. It was sad. 

“Well, I think you’re a real smart girl, and you know a lot of things already. –And I’m glad your mommy found them when she did.” 

     Jessie gave her a big smile, she’d have to remember to not talk about all the beating up monsters when her momma and daddy were around, they didn’t like it when she said it like that. Not that she really understood why, she understood ( at least in her mind ) that they were doing what they needed to do and they were like superheros. Uncle Dean was even like Batman. But what they went after were real monsters that would hurt people. Some even hurt her momma when she was real little, not that she remembered too much of it. Just that she’d been gone for a long time. 

    “Thank you, Gramma Mary. I wanna be smart like momma and daddy when I get bigger. And like you and Uncle Dean.”

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        “They help hunters?” This came as a shock to Mary. Hunters came into contact with a lot of horrible things—things that would be hard to process for most. None of them actually went to a shrink though. Not in her day anyway. It would have been one big lie after the other, or the best way to ensure being locked up in some kind of nuthouse at the first mention of ghosts or demons. “Sweet of them to take her in like that. Your mom’s really lucky.”

    “Nana Marge says that it helps that they know about all that bad stuff Momma and Daddy deal with. They don’t like to talk about it around me, but I know there’s a whole bunch of scary stuff that they beat up.” Jessie nodded, she liked Nana Marge and from what she could remember of Grandpa Alec, she’d liked him too. “Grandpa Alec took her in first, I think, when she was real little.”

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Grandma Mary

“A feel doctor, huh?” Mary repeated with a smile, figuring Jessie meant a psychiatrist of some sort. Not that they were very popular. At least not when she’d been alive. People tried to sort their problems out at home, behind closed doors. Not on the couch of some con trying to make a quick buck by listening and prescribing some happy pills. Again, she had to summarize, to make sure she was getting all the facts straight. “So she’s your momma’s stepmom?” 

    She nodded, “Yea. That’s the word!” She’d heard her mother say it plenty, her uncle was one. “Both her and Uncle Novis are those kinda doctors. They help hunters too.” At the next question, she looked a little confused for a moment then nodded, “Yea! And Grandpa Alec adopted her when she was really little.”

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heroicheartx:

   Looking down at the little girl wrapped tightly around her waist, Mary had to remind herself this was reality and she actually had a lovely granddaughter like this. Life had passed her by for the most part, and she felt awful having missed little Jessie being born. The other’s excitement made her sense of displacement and loss fade quickly though and she gently brushed some locks of long brown hair out of the girl’s face. 

“Yeah? –What’s your other grandma like?” Older, for starters, Mary thought. But she was genuinely curious. Not having been able to raise her boys properly, a part of Mary saw this girl as her second chance. Not that she would try to take time away from Jessie with her mom or dad, but whenever the kids needed her to babysit, she’d be there. 

    Jessie smiled to herself for a moment. Hugging Grandma Mary was different than hugging Nana Marge, but it was nice. She liked it. She grinned up at her grandmother, thinking for a moment. “Well, she’s a doctor. Momma says she helps people who has something wrong with their feelin’s. She married Momma’s daddy two years ago, I think.” She wasn’t completely sure, she just remembered getting to wear a dress and carry flowers. 

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“That’s right, angel. God, look at you. You look so much like your daddy.”

  That brought a smile to her face. “I’m glad I have another grandma.” It really took no thought at all for Jessie to get up and wrap her arms around Mary’s waist in a hug.

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    “Momma and Daddy said that you’re my grandma.”

[piesexualwinchester]

“Yes, give the child sugar when you want her to do something. That’s a good idea.” He rolled his eyes. Of course the baker would give a kid sweets. Cheater. “Okay, you get ice cream after, not before.”

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 She looked at him for a moment, then nodded. “Okay. After.”

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“Why yes, this is the last Reese’s.”

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“I will so get you for that.” 

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He grinned. “Heck yeah, little lady. Let’s go.” He scooped her up and headed out to the Falcon.

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She giggled, holding on to Priestly, “Can we watch Lion King when we get back?”

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“Wow you look too much like your mom. There’s no way he bribes you every time you don’t wanna do something.”

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“That’s what Grandpa Alec says,” She smiled a bit at that, “Ice cream is a good one. Or snow cones.” 

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“Okay, how does Priestly get you to do stuff so easily?”

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“Bribery.” 

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“I’ll do you one better.” He held his pinky out. “I pinky promise that if you’re really good, we’ll go for ice cream and you can get a double scoop.”

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She quickly hooked her finger around him, “Okay. Deal.” 

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“Oh, you poor, poor princess. Whatever shall we do to appease the princess? Shall a promise of ice cream quell her anguish?”

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She looked at him, attempting to keep up her unwillingness to go to the store, but the promise of ice cream had certainly captured the little one’s attention. “Promise?”

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“Would it help if I said please?”

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She gave him a look, clearly inherited from her mother. “No.”