Annabelle's POV
I sit in my dorm room at Stanford doing my AP Statistics project. I finish a really hard equation, when my phone rings. It's Dad.
"Hey Dad," I say while starting on another equation.
"Hey Annie."
"'Vr'ything OK?" I ask.
"Yeah um, I'm on a hunting trip," he says with a cough at the end. I freeze.
"I thought you said you were done with them," I breathe into the phone. Dad stopped right when I started here at Stanford.
"I know, but i'm OK. I'll be done soon I promise," he replies.
"What about that friend that was with you or whatever. Dean?" I say finally remembering Dad's friend.
"Um, I told him not to come," he says sheepishly.
"Dad," I groan.
"It'll be OK. I gotta go sweetheart," he says.
"Bye Dad."
"Bye Annie."
I sigh and then put my phone down. I look at the clock. It's three o'clock in the moring. Crap. Well, I still need to finish this. I start another equation.
CRASH
WHAT THE HELL? I get my gun from in my nightstand drawer. I slowly walk to the door and realize i'm in just a T-shirt. Oh well. I bust down my own bedroom door and then point the gun at the burglar.
"WATCH IT!" I bark. He freezes. He looks at me. He smiles a big goofy grin. His green eyes shine. He has dark dirty blondish hair. It's tettering on the each of blonde, but also on the edge of brown.
"Hey, I'm sorry! Wrong dorm," he says with a smile and a shrug.
"Yeah right!" I snarl.
"Serious! I'm looking for my brothers dorm. He goes here too and I figured he'd be with his girlfriend," he says with venom. I eye him over.
"Nice band by the way."
"Excuse me?"
"Your ACDC shirt," he says with a gesture to my giant shirt.
"Oh thanks. Whose your brother?" I ask.
"Sammy. His girlfriend's name is Jess or Jessica," he says.
"Jessica...?" I ask for a last name.
"Don't know. but Sammy's is Winchester," he says. I almost choke. That's my last name.
"He's...... your brother?"
"Yeah."
"What's your parents' names?"
"Why?"
"Because!"
"John...... and Mary. My Mom died when I was four," says with a frown. I back up against the wall and slide to the ground. I put my head in my hands.
"Your and your brothers birthday," I demand.
"Why?" he sighs exhasperated.
"Please!"
"Fine," he sighs, "Mine is January 24 1979. Sammy's is May 2 1983. Hey are you OK?" he asks kneeling before me. I shake my head.
"What's wrong?"
I look up at him. He looks alot like Dad. He also looks like Mom, from the pictures Dad shows me.
"I'm your sister."
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