Sister Winchester

Part One: New Girl

"Stop acting like you're my freaking parents!" I yell to my foster parents. I storm off into my room, slam the door and take out my Spider-Man journal to write in.

"Journal," I wrote, "I still haven't found my biological parents yet, but I'm not stupid; I know I'm adopted. I know this because of two obvious reasons. A: my foster parents are Indian and B: I am not. I'm currently just working on figuring out my birth last name. I've been calling my social worker for a week now, she hasn't answered and she hasn't called me back. Possibly because a fourteen year old foster child trying to find her birth parents just sounds like too much to deal with." As I was writing, my phone began to ring. I checked to see who it was; Anne... my social worker.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hello, Sarah? I've gotten your voicemails about wanting to find your birth parents." She replied.

"And?" I asked, getting extremely anxious.

"Can you come over to my office in, I don't know, about... Ten minutes?"

"Sure thing, see you soon!" I said excitedly. I hung up and instantly went to my emergency run away bag, not knowing what was going to happen, got my shoes on and left. I didn't bother telling my "parents" but I was nice enough to leave a note.

The note read, "Going to the social workers office. Don't wait up.

-Sarah."

I put the note on the counter and left. I walked, which took exactly ten minutes. I ran into Anne's office.

"Hey Sarah, take a seat." Anne said gesturing for me to sit in the chair in front of her cluttered desk.

"So, what can you tell me about my parents?" I asked trying not to sound full of anxiety about the situation.

"Mary and John Winchester..." She said slowly.

"But that's great! Why do you sound so sad about it? When can I meet them?" I asked with the biggest smile.

"I'll take you there..." She said getting the keys to her mini-van and walked out the door, with me in front of her. I didn't pay attention to where we were or where we were going, I was honestly just thinking about nothing but what my parents look like. Five minutes later, I recognized where we were... the cemetery.

"We're here." She said quietly getting out of the car. I got out of the car, completely confused. I looked straight ahead and saw two tombstones made out to Mary and John Winchester. I suddenly began to cry; even though I have never known them... I felt a piece of me die. There was an obvious connection and right then, I felt it fall. "I know this must be hard." She said. Hard couldn't even begin to explain what this felt like. "But um... You have two older brothers." She added hoping to make me feel a bit better. I looked up at her.

"Can I meet them?" I asked.

"We don't exactly know where they are... They travel a lot apparently."

"Let's find them. What are their names?"

"Sam and Dean Winchester."

"We can find them. Let's start now." I insisted.

"Let's do it." Anne said starting to look excited.