Random adventures of Sophie the Strange!

Meet the Winchesters. part 1.

     Mmkay, so here is the story of my first little, um, adventure. I didn't know what the fudge was going on and neither did anyone else. I didn't know how to use my powers or anything, my brother wasn't even there to help me! Aaaaannywho (for all the Franklin lovers), it starts with me and my bro getting used to being on our own, he bribed a motel owner to give us a room, we are minors after all, I provided the money. If by provided you mean made appear out of thin air by thinking about it and totally freaking out you brother and yourself. But whatever works right? So this is how it went down.....

     "C'mon Sophie, it's not that bad! We can fix it, I mean you got the superpowers can't you just change it back?" My brother James said in a tone that was obviously amused, but somewhat consoling. It so did not help the situation. I glared at the 6'2" bulldozer of a teenage boy from the flimsy desk that came with the motel room. He was shaking the entire twin bed frame with his giggles, well he is gonna sleep on that bed now. How dare he laugh at me! "It was an accident right? I mean if push comes to shove we can always get a can of hair dye." He said in a more composed tone, but a smile still lingered on his lips.

     "Not that bad! NOT THAT BAD!? My HAIR looks like a UNICORN THREW UP ON IT! And not in a good way! I wanted to turn my nails into rainbow plaid, NOT MY FRIKIN HEAD!" I ranted pulling at the multicolored strands. I was trying to practice my powers, sometimes it worked out great, othertimes, this happens. Whatever composure my older brother by 3 years had was blown to bits. "Shut up and help me!" I hissed at him. He continued with loud peals of laughter wich I tried to muffle with a pillow. Partially in fear of disturbing the neighbors, but mostly because I'm hoping the dummy will pass out. But him being a 200lb mountain of muscle and my being a marshmallow with an hourglass figure at the intimidating weight of 130lb, he threw me on to the other twin bed. He also snatched the pillow away and attempted to control his snickering. I grabbed the other pillow on the bed and made ready for war, but James put his hands up in surrender.

      "Listen, Bunny, maybe your just tired. You made the money appear with no problem right? So just calm down and try again. Deep breaths." He sat criss-cross and watched me as I inhaled and focused on my dark brown hair. I felt the strange current of electricity cross my skin, as if I just chugged a six pack of red bull. As it faded I opened my eyes to see if it worked, intend I saw my brother on the floor trying to collect what little sense he had left. I looked at him in confusion and frustration. "Your......your......your eyebrows!" He said between fits of laughter. I ran to the small white tiled bathroom to look in the mirror and gasped in horror. Neon Pink!? REALLY? I hate pink! I sulked in the bathroom for about five minutes.  I heard a strange lack of laughter from the bedroom so I investigated. There sat James with a wide grin and my pj's in his hands. "Bunny, it's late, you can fix it in the morning when you thinking straight, okay?" He gave me a kind look and gently shoved the clothes at me and I took them.

     "Fine," I huffed. "But we are never to speak of this again." I glanced at the clock on the stupid desk, it was late, almost 1am actually. After I got changed in the bathroom I was greeted by a dark room and my turned down sheets. I curled up in the borrowed bed. "Goodnight Slim-Jim." I mumbled into the darkness.

     "Goodnight Bunny, I love you." He said back.

     "Love you too." And that was the last thing I got out before I gave into the welcoming warmth of sleep.

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     I felt something poke me in the side. I swatted at it sleepily, still in lalaland. I felt the sharp object prod me again but harder. I rolled over and groaned. "Jesus Dean, you can't just poke her with a stick!" I heard a masculine voice say. That is so not James.

    "We don't know how she got in here Sammy, or how she even found this place! I need some some answers dangit!" The supposed Dean growled back. I felt another sharp jab, and decided I've played posem long enough. I opened my eyed to find myself not in the motel room I fell asleep in but a large room filled with books adjacent to a kitchen with thick metal doors and barely any windows, some kind of safe house maybe? I was on a couch being stood over by two extremely tall handsome men who look at me as if I was a foreign object. One was enormous with long brown hair and kind brown eyes and a plaid shirt and the other was a bit shorter but still really tall with dark honey blond hair and princess green eyes with a weird necklace on that looked well worn, they both looked like they had spent their lives in a gym and had a few days worth of stubble on their faces. The shorter one was holding a walking stick and look about read to whack someone with it. So I did the first rational thing that came to mind. I screamed.

      "Aaahhhh!!" I screamed throwing my hands up. The shorter one yelled with me and about took me out with the walking stick if it hadn't been for the moose-like one stopping him. While they grappled for the stick I scrambled off the couch and ran for the metal door. I tugged it open to reveal a very cute Korean boy with a stack of papers who was not freakishly tall I might add. God they're everywhere! "Aaahhhh!!" I shrieked, causing him to drop his papers all over the floor.

     "Ahh!" Cute boy matched pitch with me. I ran back towards the kitchen but was caught by supposed Sammy and dumped back onto the couch.

     "Stop screaming Kevin! And close the door." Yelled Dean over the combined screeching of Korean guy and me, thank god too, we harmonized way to sharply for my ears. The poor dude was clutching his chest like he had just had the scare of his life. Moose guy put a hand over my mouth. It covered most of my face! I tapped his fingers and he moved his hand lower so I could breath through my nose.

       "Listen, we aren't gonna hurt you, your obviously confused and so are we. We're just going to ask you a few questions and see where we go from there, okay?" Sammy said in a calming voice. "I'm Sam, that's Dean," he said nodding towards the one with the stick still clutched in his hands and a scowl on his face. " and that's Kevin." He nodded toward the Korean boy, ah, so that was his name. "I'm gonna let go of you mouth now okay? No screaming." He peeled his hand away and sat next to me on the couch, probably to keep me from bolting. "What's your name?" He asked in the same gentle yet firm manner. I envied his calm, collected demeanor, because I swear if I could hear see and feel all this happening with perfect clarity the I would bet I was tripping balls or something. I noticed the three men were waiting for an answer. I swallowed my histeria and answered them.

     "Sophie." It came out barely audible. Sam smiled at my timidness, but as his eyes shifted over his shoulder his faced showed panic.

       "Cas dont-!" I blacked out.

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