Long Lost Sisters

CHAPTER THREE

"So they take on the form of dark gray, or black horses. And only you and your sister can hunt them? They can't be that tough." Sam said.
"Their only weaknesses are Draconian Iron, or Dragon's breath. We're stocked up on Draconian iron, so....yeah." Samantha replied.
"That's another thing. What the hell is Draconian iron? And 'Dragon's Breath'? Dragons aren't real, demons? Hell yeah. Dragons, I don't think so. I don't even know who you are. You could be one of them." Sam accused. Samantha sighed and rolled her eyes.
"My name is Samantha, Ann, Winchester. Daughter of John and Mary Winchester. Your twin sister. My sister Denise, Rosie, Winchester? She's Dean's twin. That demon, was coming for you, me, and Denise. But...something, took us to keep us safe. She raised us to kill these things." Samantha said quietly and seriously.
"You're lying. I don't have any sisters. My dad would've told us, or Dean would've remembered." Sam said with a clenched jaw.
"Yeah, well, Dad and Mom think me and Denise are dead. Venisis took us with her twenty-two years ago, on November 2, 1983." Samantha rolled her eyes. Sam's eyebrows furrowed when Samantha said 'Dad and Mom' she didn't know their mother was dead, but he didn't tell her.
"Still. You could be lying." Sam said.
"Would a demon be able to say 'christo'? Hm? Or do this?" She poured a packet of salt onto her hand.
"Alright. But we are going to Dad and asking him if this is true." Sam gave in. They began walking down the hall toward John's room.
"So, what are you doing here? Are you hunting the thing that caused the crash?" Samantha asked. Sam glanced at her before looking back ahead.
"I was in the crash." He answered.
"Oh. Um, how's Mom?" Samantha changed the subject. Sam's expression softened.
"She, uh, died. Twenty two years ago." He replied. Samantha stayed quiet, she wasn't really grieving, she never knew her mother. She only knew Venisis, Denise, and the rest of the clan. They reached John's room and walked in, Samantha hidden by her brother's sheer size.
"Sam. What do you need?" John asked calmly. Samantha's unnatural senses allowed her to see Dean, in his spirit like state, though he took no notice to her.
"I have to ask you something. And I need to know the truth." Sam answered. Dean looked up at them, his interest spiked.
"What is it, son?" John asked again.
"Do I have a sister?" Sam asked. John had a confused look on his face.
"What?" Dean asked. Though the older Winchester boy was unnoticed by everyone in the room except Samantha.
"What are you talking about, Sam?" John asked through fake confusion.
"Dad, don't lie to me. I need to know if it's true." Sam said. John sighed. Samantha's eyes flickered to Dean, who finally noticed not only her presence, but her ability to see him.
"Yes. You and Dean, had two sisters. But, the night your mother was killed, they disappeared. Every single demon I exorcised after that said they knew what took them, but they wouldn't dare go near it. I assumed they were dead, its been hell knowing they died right under my nose, and I didn't find the damned thing." John chuckled, " You know, we made your names match each other. Lil Denise and Dean were the oldest two of all of you, Denise was fifteen minutes younger than Dean. Then, Samantha, she was always warm at the touch. Denise insisted that she shared a room with Samantha, so we fixed up her room and put their beds right next to each other." John's eyes shimmered with unshed tears. Samantha came around her brother, standing in front of John. He looked at her with distrust and suspicion.
"They aren't dead." She said with confidence.
"Who are you?" He asked with hints of aggression.
"Hey! I know you see me. How the hell do you explain that?" Dean shouted. Samantha glared at him subtly telling him to shut up.
"My name is Samantha, Ann, Winchester. The creature that took me and Denise, took us to protect us. Her name is Venisis, she raised us to hunt demons, where wolves, and other dark creatures." She answered. John studied her face.
"Prove it." He replied. Samantha pulled up her shirt sleeve, revealing a birth mark shaped like a wave. John stood up, and wrapped his arms tightly around his long lost daughter.
"Just because you're my sister, doesn't change the fact that I want to know how you see me." Dean grumbled. John pulled out of the hug, his hands still on Samantha's shoulders.
"Where's Denise?" He asked.
"She got hurt. She's here in the hospital." She answered.

Pic of Samantha's birthmark. I know it a tattoo, but she was born with this.