The Next Legacy (Winchester Sister)

Chapter 3: I Don't Know

Nothing.

I've found nothing.

Heard nothing.

Just nothing.

I've traced my steps. Talked to multiple teachers that mom would have talked to.

Nothing.

I'm just pacing back and fourth in my hotel room, twirling my knife in my hand.

"I don't know what to do. Where is she. She should be back by now. Why haven't I heard anything. Why doesn't anyone know anything!" I began yelling and hadn't realized I clutched into the knife, piercing my skin. "Dammit!" I screamed, throwing my knife towards the back wall and falling into my knees. The tears not only falling because of the now gushing slide through my palm, but because of mom.

She's been gone for three weeks now. I was hoping something would have turned up by now.

But no.

Now I'm crying in my motel room. Surrounded by pictures of possible cases, professors, and just anything.

After my tears began to settle and my breathing slightly normal again, I picked myself off the floor and headed into the bathroom. I didn't have any bandages for my sliced palm but a bandanna would do the trick. The water burned but the cloth soothed it a bit.

I glanced from my hand towards the mirror. My body was light from not eating much with the stress of mom. I definitely wasn't feeling good. She would be yelling at me to eat but anything I ate I threw up from the nerves. My hair was ratty. I wasn't taking care of myself as best as I should be. But that was what mom did. She watched out for me. Told me what to do and how to do it. I needed her back.

Deciding that a shower would help with the outer pain, I side my garments off my thin body and set them in a small pile on the side of the tub. The water was turned up to the hottest temperature and soothes my aching body. I stayed I the shower until the water began to pour out cold.

Grabbing a towel, I wrapped my body and headed out to get on a new pair of clothing. The cold air chilled my body as the steam left the bathroom. I grabbed my duffle, unzipped it, pulling out another pair of jeans, a red t-shirt, and my favorite leather jacket.

Finally gathering myself together, I brought my long hair into a messy bun and plopped onto the bed and held my sore hand.

Suddenly I felt this pain shoot from the bottom of my skull throughout my whole brain. The pain caused me to change into a fetal position and cradled my head. The pounding increased and blood began to drip from my ears. I was seeming to have some vision. My headed wasn't in my room anymore.

I saw a young boy looking up at the ceiling, watching a young women burn on the ceiling. Wait- that boy. I know that boy.

The pain stopped and I shot up immediately with the worst migraine.

"That was Sam. He's in trouble-" I called out to myself and cleared the blood from my ears. The ringing in my ears was still going but I knew I had to get to Sam at Stanford and tell him what I just saw and hope he doesn't think I'm crazy.

I grabbed my keys and jumped into my car. My vision was a bit blurry and the headache still pounded. Pulling into Stanford, which was a 20 minute drive from the motel, I ran to the central office. It was almost midnight but people were still there.

"Hi, hello. I'm looking for a Sam and Jessica." I asked, practically out of breath.

"Okay, hold on. Are you alright?" The desk lady asked pointing towards the small bit of blood still in my ears. She glanced down at her computer after I nodded yes. I lied. My head was killing but I needed to stay in focus. "Are you looking for Sam Winchester and Jessica Moore?"

"Uh, sure. All I know is there first name. Its important. Please. I need their room number."

"Okay sweetheart. Room 4D. In Branner Hall. That's just around the corner from this building-" I was out of the building after she said 'Branner Hall'.

Running towards the building, I saw smoke coming from one of the rooms and ran faster. Skipping most of the steps, I finally reached 4D and kicked the door in. There was Sam screaming at the ceiling for Jessica. He was almost filling engulfed in flames when I got there. I had to push past the questions for now and focus on getting Sam out.

"Sam! Sam! We gotta get out of here come on!" I ran in to help him. I got to his bed and he was crying and calling out her name.

"Jessica! No!" He was crying, no more like mortified at what he was witnessing.

"Sam let's go!" I pulled him off the bed but he was tough to move.

"Arabella?" Sam looked at me. Not the time Sam. Not the time. "I-I need to stay. It's Jess." He screamed again when I heard a deep voice screaming 'Sammy' barge through the doorway.

"Sammy! Come on man! Let's get out of here!" The man ripped Sam from my grasp not even noticing me. I fell from the pull he had on Sam and whacked my already throbbing head on a sharp edge. I was out cold.

3rd person POV

Dean ripped Sam towards the door and noticed the young girl in front of Sam. Arabella fell and whacked her head on the edge of the coffee table.

"Sam come on! I'll grab the girl-" Dean pushed Sam out the doorway and quickly grabbed Arabella in his arms and the three ran outside.

The flames became stronger and a crowd began to form around the dorms. The fire trucks began to arrive. Sam looked towards Dean, still carrying Arabella, with heartbreak. Jessica was the love of Sam's life. He was going to ask her to marry him. Now she's gone and he knows exactly who could have been up to this.

"Sammy, a little help!" Dean called out to his younger bother who was still staring at the burning building.

Without a word, Sam walked over and opened the back seat for Dean to slid Arabella in. As Dean slid Arabella in, she was getting caught on something.

"What the hell?" Dean called out and looked down to see that the gun in her waste belt was getting caught on the seat below. Dean closed the door after getting Arabella settled and walked around to the drivers side. Getting in, he turned towards Sam and watching the rage form on his face. Without words, Dean started the Impala and drove away from the past two years of Sam's life.

"Sam?" Dean asked hesitantly, keeping his focus on the road. "Who's the girl? And why did she have this in her waste band?" Dean held up the gun he pulled from Arabella.

"Arabella. I met her last week. No clue. Maybe a young hunter?" Sam snapped back.

Dean looked back at her in the rear view mirror. "Why'd ya meet her? Hunter, really? She's too young to have this life."

"We were in it at that age, Dean. Everyone has their reasons. But she needed help on campus. I think she's just a girl that was touring the college." Sam stated back emotionless.

"Why was she in your room?" Dean asked turning to face his younger brother.

"I don't know. She was pulling me out I guess."

Dean didn't ask anymore questions. Sam never said anything else. Arabella was till unconscious in the back. Dean drove to a small motel about 20 minutes away from Stanford.
He couldn't drive, Sam definitely couldn't drive, and they didn't know what to do about the girl.

Getting a room, Dean brought Arabella to one of the beds and the two waited for the young girl to wake.

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