The New Winchester

Chapter 1 Meeting the Winchesters (Edited)

Hehehe. Hey, grains, so I am rewriting this, it's just gonna take a little while and it'll be better than my 11/12-year-old mind. So this is me, at 14/15 years old rewriting and fixing this story. The fixed version won't go up until later, but hang in there!

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I was just getting out of the shower when the doorbell rang. I didn't have anything on but a towel so I was hoping it was some little kid ringing the door for fun. I went and got some clothes on. A purple long-sleeve shirt, dark wash jeans and a dark leather jacket, it gets cold no matter what season it is in Minnesota.

The doorbell rang again when I was coming down the steps. I didn't normally have visitors and if I did I bet it would be them, the real them, I'm sure of it.

No, they weren't coming. I know they aren't. I had to tell myself over and over again that they weren't. They could be dead for all I know. They never showed you a sign, Erika. It's not them.

I opened the door right before a person put their hand back to the bell.

"Hi," I said rubbing my eyes that were adjusting to the sunlight yet. "Who are you?"

"Hello, um, we are FBI agents, Bob Sabbath and Eddie Moscone, and we wanted to ask some questions." Bob said.

This is bull. I wouldn't be a suspect for anything, but then again, I know a lot of people in this little town.

Bob looked kind of short compared to Eddie. He had a nice stocky build, short brown hair, hazel-green eyes, and a wicked smile plastered on his face. As for Eddie he must have been 6"5'. He had a stocky build too, long brown hair, silver grey eyes, and strangely familiar features.

"About what?"

"A certain death that you might not know about." The people in my little town were always dying in freaky ways. That's why I moved here, it would keep me busy. But everyone knows everyone here and I didn't hear about any deaths.

"Okay come on in," I said motioning them in nervously. They might not be FBI, I mean the last death here was a few weeks ago and it was just a car crash. This Bob and Eddie were up to something. "First badges, show 'um." Bob huffed out like he didn't want to go through this yet again, but flashed the badges even though they had different names on the little sheets of paper. "So who's the dead guy here agents?"

"We wanted to know if you know this man?" Eddie pulled out a picture from his wallet.

I gulped seeing the picture, he was almost a father to me. He was always there for me, my brother, and sister.

"Yes, that's John Winchester. He died?" That was hardly plausible, John wouldn't die if you shot him in the head.

He didn't live here either, I tried keeping tabs, but we only saw each other every few years. The last time was five years ago.

"When did you last see him?"

"A long, long time ago. Why?"

They could be searching for him. I better not give away his boys.

"We police have our own reasons." Bob said.

The one statement threw everything off and I knew I was dealing with fakes. But I ran with their play."When did he die?"

"A couple of years ago. Ms. Erika."

"How did he die?"

A wash of panic ran across the taller man's face and he looked to his "partner" and made eye contact for a second. "He was attacked by... dogs?" The shorter man answered for him, voice raised in question. The same way John's would.

"Wouldn't you know that officially?"

"I'm sorry Ma'm. I forgot."

I was thoroughly confused now. and I know my face showed it.

"Is something worrying you Boys?"

"No, it's just the death, we really need to find the killer."

"I get it. He... he was pretty much my father."

"Ours too." Bob said under his breath loud enough for me to hear. Two boys, that were 3 or 4 years apart. Both will stick to the other like glue. John had said before he left.

I looked over the clues that the two men had given me. Some features of Johns, crappy IDs, stuttering over questions, making side comments, how they spoke, it was them. It couldn't be anyone else.

"Dean it nice to meet you." I held out my hand for the taller one to shake. "and you too Samuel."

"Lady, I'm pretty sure we aren't your Samuel and Dean your talking about." They kept up their charades.

"Oh really? Your mother died in a house fire... Over Sam's crib." I looked from the taller one to the shorter one, still having my hand reached out for someone to shake. Sam sighed and looked to His taller brother.

That was one thing John let me know about his family. Especially when he was drunk.

"No I'm Dean and he's Sam, explain how do you know us?" The shorter one corrected. I thought that Sam was younger, right? Or was I mistaken?

"Your Dad, John, saved me from the demons." I lied.

"Okay so how did you know it was us?"

"You need to be more careful about muddy tracks." I smiled lightly and folded my arms around me ready for real business. "So where is John or is this different?" I questioned.

"It's different."

"How did he actually die." Worry corrupted my voice. He was almost my father, but my true father isn't real.

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HEY OLIVIA HERE SO I AM GOING TO TRY AND UPDATE SOON BUT I WILL UPDATE IF THERE IS MORE THAN 10 VIEWS ON THIS PAGE.

OLIVIA