The Brothers

Chapter 3: The Bunker

I groan and rub my head. Where am I? All I remember is the library... Castiel! He touched my forehead and I passed out! I finally register that I'm in a strange room, laying on a bed. I sit up and stretch. The room was cozy looking. It had a tape player with an extensive tape collection.

"Ah, I see you're awake," I jumped at the sound. I turn to see Castiel carrying a plate of food.

"Goddamn, you scared me!" I scolded him. He kinda looks offended by my comment. I took the food from him and started to chow down. With a full mouth, I asked, "What is this place?" I gestured to the room around us.

"This is the bunker. Dean and Sam live here. This is actually Dean's bedroom," He also gestured to the room, "They are on a hunt right now so you might want to make yourself comfortable, as they usually take a few days to come back." He turned around and left. I lay back down and fell asleep.

When I woke up, I had a pain in my legs. This was telling me to get up and move around. I exited the room and got lost a bit. Finally, I found a huge room with a table in it. On closer inspection, I found "Dean + Sam" carved into the table. It was cute. There were shelves of books next to the table. I picked up one with a picture of what seemed to be vampires on it. It was title The Weaknesses and Behavior of Vampires. The book was informative but VERY boring. I almost fell asleep ten pages in!

Castiel then walked into the room and sat down across from me. He kept looking at me with an inquisitive look. I shifted under his gaze. I just kept reading until he cleared his throat.

"So, what is your name, how do you know you're the offspring of John Winchester?" He was obviously trying to get to know me. But my head, for some reason, was in a spin. I must've been staring into space for too long because he spoke again. "Um, are you okay?" I shook my head and gave him a response.

"My name is Samantha Holly Mill-Winchester, I've always hated my last name so I'm going to adopt the Winchester name. I know I'm the child of John because my mom gave me a card yesterday that said, "to my unborn daughter..." It was pretty obvious that it was from him." I leaned back in my chair. He was mulling over the information in his head. I was bored and needed something to do. I wanted them to be back now.  

I guess a higher power was listening because I heard a door slam and a deep coarse voice yell out, "Son of a bitch!"