𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

Chapter 1: You haven't changed.

Anna's POV:

I wake up after hearing a traumatised scream that came from down the hall, I walk out of my room, rubbing sleep from my eyes.

"Mommy? Daddy?" I ask, yawning heavily. As I look around my room, I see all the lights flickering, before fizzling out completely. I stare at it and start to walk towards the light to inspect it. Another scream comes from down the hallway, I peek my head out of the doorway. Seeing nothing, I walk out of my room and make my way down the hall. I can see the lights flickering as well and I see Sam's door is open a little.

"Daddy?" I ask again from the doorway, staring at his broken form. He refuses to make eye contact with me so I start looking around the room and my eyes land on the ceiling, and my eyes widen before I let out a shriek.

"Mommy!" Her body was scrawled across the ceiling and her nightgown covered in blood. Her face was pale and blood was pouring from her stomach. Her eyes meet mine as she takes her final breath and she bursts into flames. I freeze then fall to the floor unable to scream, as much as I wanted to. The sound seemed to be sucked from my surroundings, nothing but silence. Dad grabs Sam and runs out of the room. I look up, trying to make sense of what had just happened and my eyes land in the corner. In the corner, stands a tall silhouette of a man, with the brightest, golden yellow eyes. His eyes stared into my now terrified and broken eyes.

"AAAAAHHHH!" I scream as I spring up from my bed, breathing heavily and my entire body, dripping with sweat.

As I regain control my previously erratic breathing, I glance at my bed-side clock to realise that it is 3 in the morning.

"Great." I say as I pull myself out of bed to get some water.

I have been having nightmares about that night ever since it happened. I had never told anybody. Not Dad, not Dean and not Sam. I haven't seen any of them in years anyway. We haven't fallen out, we just went our separate ways.

Growing up, I was always closer to Sam we could relate on so many things and he had a way calmer, kinder personality compared to Dean. I used to love to boss Sam and Dean around, being the oldest, I relished in the idea of having power over them and was never shy about using it.

My apartment isn't very big and is only big enough for one person. I can't remember the last time I had a decent nights sleep, as I said these nightmares have been a regular thing since I was six. As I turned to grab a glass to take my sleeping pills with, I noticed that the kitchen window was wide open.

"I am like 100% sure I closed that before I went to bed," I whispered to myself, attempting to reassure myself of the fact that no one could have broken in.

As I walked over to close it, I heard something break in the living room and jerked back suddenly in fear, believing that this was the day I would die.

"You fucking idiot!" A deep male voice shouted in a hushed tone.

"It wasn't my fault! I didn't even want to come here! You're the one who made us!" A deeper male voice whispered back.

I hid behind the living room door as one of the men opened it. As he walked through, I lunged at him and started punching him in the face. I landed a punch in the centre of his face, resulting in the man clutching his nose and shouting.

"You bitch!" He shouted as he pushed me off of him.

"You picked the wrong house to break into!" I shouted as I stood up and kicked the man in the balls.

"Woah! Easy there, tiger." I heard a voice say as he turned on the lights.

I recognise that voice anywhere.