the winchester's sister

Chapter Eleven: Castiel

I sat up in the backseat of the Impala. Sam cast a worried and confused look from the front, and I realized that he was driving while Dean took a nap.

"Dani? You good?" I laid back down and rubbed my eyes. "How long was I out?"

"A couple hours at most." Sam turned on the radio to some country song.

I couldn't shake off the feeling that my dream or whatever it was- couldn't have been a normal dream. It was like some psychic crap. "Hey, Sam, I have a question."

"Yeah, what?" He asked. I looked at him, silently debating if I should ask him or not. My "Tell him!" side won.

"I had a dream, except it wasn't a dream, it was like...a psychic thing because it felt like a vision...but..." My voice trailed off as I saw Sam tighten his grip on the wheel.

"You think you're psychic?" Sam's voice was different. I realized that "psychic" must be a touchy subject.

"I don't know. I mean, it was probably a dream, but it was really vivid. even more vivid than most dreams I have, where I'm killing-"

"What? Killing? Where? WHAT?" I held in a laugh as Dean awoke. Sam shook his head slightly and kept driving.

"Are we there yet?" I asked cheerfully.

Dean groaned. "No. Now shut up."

"Fine," I muttered. "Douche."

I put my headphones back into the song I loved, I'm Low on Gas and You Need a Jacket by Pierce The Veil.

At some point, I must have dosed off, because suddenly we were in front of a sing that read, "Singer Auto".

"Bobby Singer owns a scrap yard?" I said in disbelief.

"Yeah. Dani, you might wanna tell him that you're our sister because he might hurt you.

"What?" I said, but my brothers had disappeared into the house.

When I walked in, I got splashed with something I hope was holy water.

"Stick out your arm." An older man said.

He looked to be about 50 years old, and was in a wheel chair. He had a grey beard, and a blue cap on his head.

"What for?" I asked.

"Don't matter." He replied gruffly. He grabbed my arm and cut me with a silver knife. It hurt like a fucking bitch, and after he cut me I put pressure on the wound.

"Holy fucking shit that hurts oh my gOD!"

"Bobby, that's Dani, and she's our sister."

Bobby splashed me with more holy water.

"She's a pest, is what she is. You guys don't even have a sister!"

I felt faint again, and so I collapsed on the ground.

The next thing I know, I'm on the ground, and Sam and Dean are trying to help me up, and then it all went black.