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The Sister They Never Had	By : WinchesterPrincess Category: Supernatural > Het - Male/Female Views: 5153 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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*~* ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER!!!! I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL, any of the characters related to the show nor any songs and/or refences to any books, movies, songs, tv shows, or food/beverage labels mentioned with the chapters of this fic. I make no profite from this writing. This is written for pure enjoyment only. Mavi is the only thing that I own and I do not give anyone permission to use her before contacting me to get my approval. Thank you :) Now onto the chapter! *~*
Every day is so wonderful

Then suddenly it's hard to breathe.

Now and then I get insecure

From all the pain, I'm so ashamed.

To all your friends you're delirious,

So consumed in all your doom.

Trying hard to fill the emptiness.

The pieces gone, left the puzzle undone.

is that the way it is? - Beautiful by Christina Aguilera
Mavi locked in the bedroom, crawled into the bed after changing into tank top and panties. She burries her face into the pillow and allows herself to cry whole hearted sobs. She cries for hours until her eyes are raw and all she can do is whimper as she shakes emotionally. She curls up into a ball, hugging her legs to chest to try to stop her shaking. Dean is outside the door, he keeps trying to door handle hoping it will magically unlocked. She says nothing to him everytime he begs her to let him in and everytime he says he is sorry, she starts to cry all over again. When it seems she can't cry anymore, she hugs onto a pillow and allows herself to fall asleep at nearly 4 in the morning.

Dean sat back on the couch after taking a break from trying to get into the master bedroom. He turned on the TV but he just stares at the screen. He can't believe he didn't admit his feeling back, all because of fear. He isn't a guy who lets fear control him. He vows to fix it, when he gets the chance, if she will ever give him the chance. He sighs, looking at his watch and seeing that its past 4 AM. He walks up to the master bedroom door and quietly presses his ear to it. He doesn't hear her crying her heart out anymore so with wishful thinking he tries the door knob quietly one more time to find it still locked. He slouches in defeat and shuffles his way upstairs to his room after turning off the TV. He lays down in the bed and stares at the ceiling, unable to sleep. He tries but all he does is toss and turn until exhaustion took over sending him into a restless sleep.

Dean is woken a few hours later to sounds in the kitchen, he jumps out of bed and down the stairs to see Sam in the kitchen.

"Good afternoon.", Sam tells Dean which makes Dean look at the clock on the microwave to see its 1 PM.

"Holy cow... I didn't think I was sleeping that long."

"I've been up since 9 AM and hadn't seen you or Mavi, so I figured you two were still asleep in her room after having a late night.", he says with a small grin.

Dean shakes his head and gets a cup of coffee before sitting at the island and running his hands down his face.

"Wait, Mavi's not come out of her room yet either?"

Sam shakes his head.
Mavi had woken up a few hours later after falling asleep, violently ill due the combination of wine and emotions. She barely made it to the toilet before she wretched her guts up. She wipes her mouth, flushes the toilet, and shakily makes her way back to the bed where she passes back out. She groans when the knock on the door wakes her up.

"Whoever it is. Go away! I am still sleeping, or I was until you knocked and I am going back to sleep now. I will get up when I get up!"

She rolls over, rubbing her stomach trying to ignore the fact she feels sick again.

Knock on the door again.

"I said go away dam--...", she leans over the side of the bed unable to finish the sentence as she throws up all over the floor.

"Ugh... great...", she wipes her mouth and lays back.

"I wish I had magic at this point... I can't move.. ugh..", she groans.

She reaches for her cellphone and texts Sam where the key is to the door before dropping the phone on the bed beside her as she rolls over and curls back into a ball. A few minutes later she hears the door unlock with a click. She doesn't even open her eyes to look. She can feel him as he walks into the room, Sam hot on his heels.

"The wine made me sick. I threw up on the floor. I have no energy to clean it. I am sorry."

Sam goes to get stuff to clean up the mess. Dean goes to touch her shoulder and she flinches away from his touch. She doesn't open her eyes, she can't, because if she does and she looks at him she will break down crying again and her eyes already feel like they have sand paper in them.

"Mavi.. I am sorry... we need to talk when you feel up to it."

"Just don't Dean.. don't. I said forget it ever happened and I mean it. Please just leave me alone.", she says as she squeezes her eyes shut even tighter to keep from crying.

Dean steps away from the bed when Sam comes back and cleans up the mess.

"If you need anything, let us know.", Sam says and Mavi nods. The two leave the bedroom shutting the door behind them and despite her fighting it, she starts to bawl again until she falls asleep once more.

"We are going to start painting the house Sammy. She told us what each color was for. So lets get to it. We should have soup in the cupboard for whe she wakes up, soup or toast, something light.", Dean tells Sam as he goes upstairs to dig up some painting clothes with Sam following to do the same.

Dean walks out of his room in torn up jeans from a hunt that was more difficult then they had thought it would be and a tshirt that was already stained from who knows what. Sam had walked out at the same time wearing a pair of shorts that were already paint splattered from fixing up the wash room for Mavi's mother a few years before and the tshirt to match with the white paint on it. The boys head back downstairs and to the front door.

"I will text Mavi to let her know to just relax, we are going to start painting and when she is awake to let me know and I will get her something to eat that is light."

Dean nods as Sam is texting Mavi's phone. Dean goes outside to the garage and pulls a few buckets of the teal paint from the shelves they put it on and brings it to the porch. He sets it down and then goes back into the garage and digs up the paint trays, paint brushes, and rollers, along with the extension rods they had bought along with the paint.

Sam comes outside and pops open a can of paint and stirs it, then does the same to the second.

"We need the edger to go around the doors and windows with the main color... but we should do that after we do the trim so if we get the blue on the base color it won't be a pain to recover it up with the teal.", Sam tells Dean who nods and they get to work on starting to paint the house. They get the whole first story out of the two story home painted before it gets really dark about 9 PM. Sam packs the painting things up to put back in the garage while Dean goes in to wash the paint from his hands.

"Has she texted you back?"

Sam washes his hands to get the paint off and dries them before grabbing his cellphone. He shakes his head no to Deans question.

"Text her again?"

Sam texts again asking if she needs anymore. A few minutes later Sams phone goes off with the text alert.

"She says she isn't hungry right now, she doesn't think she could keep anymore down but she would like us to take her credit card and go pick up a cheap tv and either a gaming system or roku for the room."

Dean sighs., "I will get it. I won't take her card though. You stay here in case she needs something."

Sam nods and Dean takes the keys to Sams truck. "I am not getting in my baby with paint all over me."

Laughing Sam tells him thats fine.
When Mavi hears the door shut and the truck starts up, she gets out of the bed and stands there for a few minutes to get her bearings before she slowly walks to the door to keep from falling over. She opens the door and pokes her head out to see Sam sitting in the chair in the living room.

"Where is Dean?"

"He went to the store, do you want him to come back?"

"No!... I mean no."

She fully opens the door and walks out, holding onto near by furniture to keep herself erect, she feels like a mess and like her body is physically wrecked. She sinks down onto the love seat as Sam looks her over with his eyes. He notices the dark circles under her eyes, the fact the corner of her eyes appear to be blood red like shes spent hours and hours crying and shes extremely pale.

"Are you ready for something to eat honey?"

"No Sammy... I am not hungry."

"You look like hell thought. Is everything okay?"

His comment causes her to start laughing hysterically, sounding like shes fully lost it.

He looks at her fully concerned.

"I am sorry, that was great. I know I look like hell. Thanks for saying it out loud and confirming it. No, everything is not okay. My heart is broken, fully. Before it was just jagged edges, now its imploded."

"Why?"

"Dean doesn't love me back?"

"Oh... I am sorry. Dean can be stubborn. I know he does Mavi."

"It's too late. There is no fixing what is done. So I am going to forget it happened and so is he because I told him to. So please do the same. We are going to go on as though nothing happened."

"Its hard to act that way if you are going to keep yourself locked in your room."

"I only stayed there because I wasn't kidding when I said the wine had made me sick and being sick not once, but twice, drained the energy right out of me. I am going to shower and change the bandage on my shoulder. When Dean comes back, you two can set the stuff up on the dresser for me please. Can't beleive my parents didn't believe in having a TV in their room.", she stands up and wobbles a little causing Sam to jump up and help her to the bathroom in the master bedroom.

"Thank you Sam. I can take it from here.", she shuts the door to the bathroom behind her, turns on the hot water to the step in shower and steps in after undressing. She allows the hot water to wash the sweat, the sickness, and what emotional pain it can from her body as she keeps her mind blank as possible.
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