[2.]

                                    

                                          
"Lucifer, sir, news of the youngest Winchester is spreading," a demon named Yeon said to his king in the Angel known as Castiel's body. Same trench coat, blue eyes and balck messy hair.
                          
"Who? Sam?" He asks, not interested. Sam was just not of the devil's mind, he wasn't that important to him as now he had their little Angel friend's body under his control.
                          
"No, news spread of a new Winchester. They say her name is Ivy, she been missing for 13 years and now she's back," he says.
                          
Now this caught the devil's interest. He leaned forward. "Tell me more," he says with a evil sinister smirk.
                          
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"Whats wrong little ones," Ivy whispered to these green plants that seemed to growing in the croner of her room. The vines crawled up the wall and they seemed to talking to her. "You don't look good, maybe some water," and like that, Ivy was watering her plants. Not Dean's or Sam's, hers as they don't even know of the plants. At least she doesn't think they know.
                          
But they did.
                          
"Sam you don't think whoever took Ivy did something to her," asks Dean walking in.
                          
"What do you mean?" Asks Sma looking up from his computer. He knew where Dean was taking this but did he really want to?
                          
"The vines that warpped around her to protect her the day we found her, the vines in her room that she talks to like they are people. They did something to her and I'm not sure what," says Dean putting the pieces together.
                          
Sam types away. "Noting is coming up, besides that cartoon character," Sam says annoyed.
                          
"Who?" Asks Dean.
                          
"Poison Ivy from Batman," says Sam.
                          
"So a real life Poison Ivy, that's great," mumbles Dean to himself. He wasn't sure if this was a cool thing or a threat they needed to take of. But then he remembered this was his baby sister, he was thinking about. But what if she was forced or made into what she is. Or was she destined?
                          
She couldn't help it.
                          
"Sammy, Dee?" They look and see Ivy dressed. Green tank, jeans, converses, and a black flannel. "I'm gonna go shoot, I thought I let you know," she says awkwardly shifting on her feet.
                          
"Why?" Asks Dean, avoiding his and Sam's conversation beforehand.
                          
"Well I'm old enough, I gonna start sooner or later," she says then turns and walks to the training area.
                          
"She defiantly wants to show she's not weak," says Sam.
                          
"That's it though Sam, she's not, she doesn't have provide that to us," says Dean.
                          
"But she did to dad," reminds Sam. Deans sighed remembering.
                          
2002
                          
"Daddy!" Ivy ran inside to her daddy as her brothers were out to get food. "A boy psuhed me and my knee hurts," she cried, for a 2 year old. She talked like she was 5 years old and in kindergarten.
                          
"Ivy to be a Winchester to stand your bullies, teach the punk a lesson," orders John harshly to his youngest.
                          
"But dads I can't scoop down to his level it's wrong," she says remembering what Sam said to her.
                          
"Then you're weak," and he leaves her there in tears. The front door slams shut and Ivy was broken, her father was ashamed in her now. Ivy ran to her room in tears but bumped into something hard and tall.
                          
"Whoa where are you going, munchkin," She looks up and sees Sam. "Aw, girly what's wrong?" Sam picks her.
                          
"Daddy, he was being meanie, I didn't want to teach the boy a lesson, it wouldn't be nice and you said not to scoop down to their levels. He said I was being weak and not a Winchester," she hiccups.
                          
Of course their dad couldn't stop for one Damn second to be a real father to her only daughter. "Well don't listen to dad, Iv, you're a Winchester. In and out, you're not weak wanting to make peace. Yes its hard and you can get hurt doing so, but in the end you're the better person," says Sam.
                          
"Weally?" Her eyes lit up and looked up into Sam's. Now Sam saw his own puppy dog eyes in Ivy.
                          
"Really, princess," he says hugging her to his chest. Dean stood there watching everything play out and was proud of Sam of how he handled it. Ivy's breathing became steady and she was sleep to the beat of Sam's heart.
                          
"You handled that well, Sam," smriks Dean.
                          
"Thanks Dean, I just wish Dad was of the dad Ivy needs," he sighs.
                          
"Dad's trying, but he was out of line on that one," agrees Dean looking at his baby sister who slept like an angel. Sam didn't say anything as they watched Ivy sleep at peace in his arms.
                          
PRESENT
                          
Ivy took a bow and stared it, trailing her finger tips across the wooden bow. Then she took an wooden arrow, the sliver tip and white feather end. She pulls two and two together, she pulls the arrow back in the bow and aims. She takes steady breathe, the beating of her heart pound in her heart. She lets go and she looks...
                          
"Nice shot," comments Dean. The arrow was in the middle, perfect aim.
                          
"Whoa," she mumbled.
                          
"Where did you learn to shot like that?" Asks Dean.
                          
"I don't know...." She mumbles still shock looking down at the bow in her hands.
                          
"Well you're definitely a Winchester," says Dean making Ivy smile to herself.
                          
"Now what about hand to hand combat," says Dean making her look at him.
                          
"What?" She asks.
                          
"Hand to hand combat," he takes the bow and arrow out of her hands and sets them down. "Come on," they walk to an open spot. "Steady your balance," he orders. She gets into her position.
                          
"Hit me," says Dean.
                          
Ivy argues in her head if she really should or not, she likes peace not violence. "Come on-" Ivy's fist hitting him, cut off his sentence. Ivy thinks to herself, somethings just need a little shove or punch. 
                          
"Whoa okay nice hit," comments Dean, impressed.
                          
They go at it, but in the end, Dean is flipped on the ground groaning with a panting Ivy above him. "Dont call me short," she growled. Sam's laughter made them look up and see Sam standing there laughing.
                          
"What are you laughing about," groans Dean as he sat up holding his shoulder.
                          
"The fact a 15 year old girl beat your ass," he laughs. Ivy smiled at Sam's humor.
                          
"Shut up, she's tougher than she looks," he says, which was all true. 
                          
"I'm sure she is," says Sam.
                          
"Oh yes I'm sure as well," says a new voice. The Winchesters turned and saw Cas or to Ivy, a man with black hair and blue eyes.
                          
"Hello Boys," he smirks.