It was snowing outside, a blizzard of white snow blanketing the brown trees and grass down below. As the snow thickened against a glass window in Lawrence, Kansas, there was something more major going on then a little blizzard.
The three-year-old girl trembled in her sleep, whimpering and shaking.
Her short blond hair was sticking to her neck. She was softly crying, the tears running down her rosy cheeks and onto the white pillow beneath her.
Her whimpering turned louder, waking her twin brother in the bed next to her.
"Hey, wake up." He whispered. "It's ok." The whimpering didn't stop. "It's ok." He repeated softly.
The whimpering quieted down. The boy rolled over, triumphant.
But now it was too quiet, and the little girl had stopped moving altogether.
The boy noticed this. "Hey. Wake up!" He said a bit louder, not caring if he woke his parents up. "Come on!"
The girl did not wake up, so he started crying.
"Mommy! Mommy!" He wailed.
A blond woman ran into the twin's room. She ran over to the little girl's crib and picked her up. "No, no, no, come on sweetie, come on." She cradled the limp bundle in her arms, whispering incoherent sentences to the little girl, desperately trying to wake her up.
"What's wrong with her?" The toddler asked his mother in a small voice.
The woman looked at her son.
"It's ok, Dean. I'll...I'll figure it out." She turned her hand towards the doorway, the limp girl still in her hands.
"John! Get in here!"
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the winchester's sister
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