Anne and I went back to her office immediately and began our search for the Winchester brothers; my brothers. "Do you know if they work?" I asked hoping that could give us an idea on where they were.
"All I know is they are hunters." She said. Suddenly, I had a flashback to when I was nine years old and my foster parents gave me this old leather journal. I thought it was just a silly book about hunters that hunted supernatural beings. I never checked who wrote in the journal.
"I have to get back to the house." I said jumping up out of the chair and running home. I ran through the front door, ran upstairs as quickly as I could and looked for the leather journal. I found it under my twin sized bed and I checked for who the journal belonged to; John Winchester. I lied down on my bed and grabbed my laptop from the nightstand next to my bed and started to Google mysterious deaths that have happened recently.
It wasn't long until I found a job in Washington State. There have been three deaths within this past week, missing lungs and all the bodies were left lying on their beds. This was definitely something that the Winchesters would be interested in.
I packed everything that was mentioned in the journal for killing certain beings; I had no idea what I was up against. I grabbed the rock salt, my lighter, iron, silver, and all of my foster fathers "hidden" guns.
I snatched up my dad's journal and I ran out the back door and to the nearest bus that would take me to Washington.
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Sister Winchester
FanfictionAfter Sarah Winchester seeks out her older brothers, Sam and Dean, she insists that she goes hunting with them. They say no, of course. But with great persistence, they begin to rethink their decision on not letting her go with them.
