Carry On My Wayward Sons...... and Daughter (Season One/ COMPLETED)

Pilot (Part 4)

Annie's POV

I rub my forehead.

"Who hit me?" I say, not expecting an answer.

"Um yeah that was me," says Sam with shoulders raised in an awkward apology.

"Why!" I yell at him. Mistake. My foreheads starts throbbing. I grimace and then shake it off.

"Um I thought you were a thief," he says with the same odd posture as before. I sigh.

"Sammy we need you to come help us," Dean says. Sam puts his face in his hands for several moments. I get worried, and then he raises his face.

"Jess i'll be back before Monday," he says, then he turns on his heels and walks into the bedroom, presumably to pack. Jess sighs then goes and helps him.

~Time skip! BOOM *throws assorted food items at your face*~

We stand at the trunk of the Impala.

"Dean I have to be back by Monday," Sam whines, in an almost childish way.

"Why?" asks Dean. Sam sighs exhasperatedly and then stares at me.

"Take a picture. It will last longer," I snap at him. I grab my duffel bag full of assorted items good for any hunt. I climb into the back, slamming the door after I sit down. I buckle down, fumming. Minutes later Dean and Sam both climb into the front two seats.

"Asshole," I mutter.

"What?" asks Sam.

I stare out of the window, ignoring him.

"What'd I do?" He asks Dean. Dean just smirks and we start driving.

"Do you mind if I ask you some questions?" asks Sam.

"Well you just did," I say. Dean snorts and Sam sighs.

"Go ahead," I say, still staring out of the window.

"Whens your birthday?"

"May 2nd 1983."

"What time?"

"Around nine in the afternoon."

"Theres no-"

"Next question before I stop answering them please."

"Fine. Um, Who did you live with? I know it wasn't us, so who was it?"

"My "Uncle" Bobby."

"Bobby Singer?"

"Yeah. You know him?"

"Yes actually."

"Next question."

"Why with Bobby? Why didn't Mom and Dad keep you?" And thats when the tears fill my eyes. I had asked uncle Bobby so many time why couldn't I see Mommy and Daddy when I was a little girl. When I was about ten he finally told me the truth. My Mommy was dead and Daddy was too heartbroken to come see me. I asked Uncle Bobby if Daddy would come see me ever again. He cried and told me that he didn't think my Daddy loved me or my older brothers anymore. I didn't understand. I asked him "How come?" He said that Daddy didn't want me to begin with. That's when he told me my birth story.

Right after my big brother, I was never told their names,  and I were born, Mom passed out from exhaustion. Dad signed the birth certificates, gave us names and sent us to the nursery. Then, while mom was still asleep, Dad and Uncle Bobby kidnapped me and then put fake blood all over the nursery bed. I never knew Bobby wasn't my uncle until just a few years ago. When Bobby told me this story and then got my Dad to make contact with me. Anyways, Dad told Mom that someone had broken into the nursery and killed me. Mom broke down into tears. I never saw Mom, only pictures. Then I asked him why did Dad not want me. He said that when he got the call from dad, only one thing was said about me.

"I hate her."