The Little Half Sister

Chapter 4

I've been sitting here for hours, holding my mom's head in my lap. I still couldn't believe she was gone. We never got along much, with me being the bratty teenager I was. I just wanted to make everything right. I knew she was miserable around me, always. No matter what I did, I made her miserable.

I lay her back down and stand, no covered in blood. I knew I needed to shower in case the Winchesters actually showed up. I walk up the stairs cautiously, trying to to get any blood anywhere. I grab and towel and turn the water on the hottest setting. I sit down and let the water hit my head and run down my back, burning my skin.

After sitting there for about 15 minutes I get out, my skin red from the burning hot water. I put on a fresh pair of leggings and an oversized flannel. I grab a small duffle bag from my closet and start putting clothes and other necessities into it. I knew that once someone figured out what happened I'd be forced to move, so I might as well get a head start on packing. I grab my laptop and phone charger and stuff them into the bottom of the bag, along with my contacts and glasses case.

After I have a decent amount of clothes packed, I go downstairs and throw some waters and snacks into the bag. I didn't know how long it would be until I would be able to eat a decent snack food again. I also grab my school backpack, not knowing whether or not I was actually going back. I take one last look at my mom, still laying on the ground. She was all I ever really had, and now she was gone.

I walk to the door, my Timberlands crashing loudly to the floor with every step. I wrap my hand around the cold doorknob and walk outside into the musty fall air. As I'm walking down my steps, I see a small black car driving my way. From the pale light of the moon, it looks like an Impala. It must be the Winchesters, great.

They pull into the driveway and the ignition purs to a stop. I keep walking and cut through the front yard, trying to avoid having to confront them. When I finally reach the sidewalk, I feel a hand on my shoulder. I sigh and turn around, being met with a 6-foot figure.

"H- hi." I say shakily, my nerves going crazy.

"Are you the person that called?" The man says, his voice deep and hoarse just like earlier on the phone.

"Yeah. Are you a Winchester?" I say hopefully, pushing the nerved to the back of my throat.

"That depends on who's asking." He says, arching an eyebrow. He was stunningly gorgeous, the man. Candy apple green eyes and freckles. It was breathtaking.

"Their little sister." I say, trying to sound calm. As the words are leaving my mouth, I can see his eyes grow wider. They shift over my face a couple times, trying to search for a lie.

"Y- you can't be." He says, his hand dropping from my shoulder. "Sam!" He shouts to the other man, who has been standing by the car.

"What, Dean?" He says as he walks over the us. Sam is even taller than Dean, making my small 5'1 stature look even smaller than usual.

"I'm not lying." I say, my voice hinted with sass.

"Lying about what?" Sam says, looking to Dean, who is staring at me with an incredibly shocked face.

"Hi, I'm Concetta Winchester. I'm your little sister." I say bluntly. All of my nerves had seemed to vanish at this point. "Well, half sister technically."

They continue to stand there with confused looks on their faces. I turn to walk away, but am stopped another hand on my shoulder. "And you're sure about this?" Sam says.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I grew up hearing stories about dad's hunts and what my mom used to be. She taught me a few things, not much." I ramble, not knowing what to say. My nerves may have been gone, but I was still one of the most awkward being on the planet.

After rambling for what felt like an hour, Dean cut me off. ¨So, what actually happened here?¨ He asks. I then realized that I had never really given them the whole story.

"Well, I'm still not really sure. I only went upstarts for 5 minutes and when I came down..." I pause and take a deep breath, my eyes beginning to burn. "There was this note laying on her chest. It mentions you in it." I pull the note out of my bag and hand it to Dean.

As Dean reads through the note his grip on it gets tighter, until eventually the paper is just a crumpled mess. His eyes were filling with anger, and it was honestly terrifying.

"I didn't know what it meant, so I figured you would." Dean was still staring at the paper, Sam looking over Dean's shoulder to read it. Sam's eyes were slowly growing with fear, and that was even scarier than Dean's anger. To see a humongous man be overcome by fear, it made me think that maybe I couldn't handle this as well as I thought I could.

We all stood in silence for a few minutes, them taking the note and me processing the situation. It wasn't until we heard a vaguely distant siren that Dean spoke against the eery quiet.

"Well, we should probably get you out of here. Got anyone you can stay with for the night?"

"No, not really." While I had made some friends, I didn't really have any that cared all that much. I was mostly the girl that sat there and listened on or broke the awkward silences.

"Hey, Dean. Can I talk to you for a sec." Sam said and he dragged Dean over to the car. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but it was definitely an argument... with lots of hand gestures towards me.