"It was really good seeing Charlie," I say with a grin while looking at my hair in the mirror. "We definitely need to do it next year. We kicked ass." Sam grins as Dean snorts. Suddenly, a man falls out of the closet and I turn tomorrow him.
"Which of you is John Winchester?" The man asks. "Please, time is of the essence! Which of you is John Winchester?"
"Uh, neither," I reply.
"That's impossible. That's absolutely...What did I do wrong?" He murmurs to himself.
"Who the hell are you, mister?" Dean questions.
"Not now." The guy snaps back. "I'm thinking." Dean grabs the guy and pins him to the wall. "Please. I can assure you there's no need for violence. One of you must know John Winchester."
"I'll tell you what - when one of us falls out of your closet, then you can ask the questions." Sam retorts.
"Yes, my apologies." The guy apologizes. "Is it absolutely essential, sir, that you keep your hands on me?" Dean steps back. "Thank you. Gentlemen, Ma'am, in the absence of any and all other explanations, I'm afraid this has been a marvelous, tragic misunderstanding. I'll be on my way."
"That's not happening," I state.
"There are things of grave importance. " He protests. "I do not have time to deal with the likes of you." I see Dean pick up handcuffs and grab his wrist.
"You're not going anywhere, 007, till we get some answers." Dean retorts. He the chaos of handcuffing him. The handcuffs were twisted around my wrist and the two boys were cuffed. The guy goes outside. "How did he do that? You got to be kidding me!"
"Untwist it around my wrist," I command and they do so. I grab my gun and run outside. I jog down the stairs as he breaks the window of the Impala and gets inside. I get to the driver's window and cock my gun. "Nice taste in wheels," I say as Dean and Sam reach the car.
"Yours, I presume?" The guy asks.
"No, my older brother's actually." I point at Dean who was beside me. Dean hauls him upstairs and sits him in the chair. Dean performs the normal tests to see if he's human.
"And there with the holy water." He murmurs.
"He's clean," I comment.
"I could have told you that," He fires at me as he pulls down his sleeves.
"Yeah, well, you can start by telling us everything before I beat it out of you." Dean states.
"I'm quite certain this is all beyond your understanding, my alpha-male-monkey friend." I frown. He speaks like he's from the 1940's or something. "And violence will not help you comprehend this any easier." Dean points his gun at him.
"Let me tell you what I understand!" Dean shouts. "Some asshat pops out of my closet asking about my dad, smashes up my ride. So why am I not getting violent, again?"
"John Winchester is your father?" He asks with wide eyes. The closet begins to rattle. "What is that?" He gets to his feet. "Oh, my God."
"What?" I question.
"Run!" He exclaims. The closet door bursts open and a ginger lady wearing 1950's get up walks through.
"Henry." She greets with a laugh. "Silly man, you forgot to lock the door. But then spells never were your best subject, were they? Why don't you be a doll and give me what I want? And I promise to kill you and your friends here quickly."
"You know I can't do that." Henry, I assume that's his name, replies.
"You're not a fighter, Henry." The woman retorts and she lift her arm, and Sam, Dean and I go flying. Luckily, I land on the bed.
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The Winchester Sister
FanfictionDean and Sam Winchester have a younger sister, Ashlee, and by younger, I mean she is 14 years old. Told you, younger! Anyway, the guys discovered they had a sister after their father, John, died. She called them, crying, about how her mum was murde...
