It appeared eleven days ago. A mysterious word on my wrist. I didn't write it there, it looks like it was tattooed on. When I told my friends about it they laughed and said I was probably drunk and stumbled into a tattoo parlor and got a random word tattooed on my skin. But I know they're wrong. I wasn't drunk. I didn't ask for it to be there. It just appeared, one day for each letter, painfully burning into my skin. On the eleventh day, the word as complete. Winchester. Spelled out right on my wrist.
At first I was too confused for words. Then I looked up what it meant and it was the name of a gun! I have the name of a gun tattooed on my wrist. Really? I tried to do more digging but nothing showed up. Just some random online tale about two brothers named Sam and Dean Winchester, who are "heroes". I didn't think much of it until I remembered. John Winchester. Their dad. I had met him once, when he was out hunting with my dad. I never saw him again. Hell, I never saw my dad again. I've been hunting the things he did, picking up where he left off. I decided to track the brothers down and talk to them to try to figure out why their last name is permanently engraved on my wrist. I found a case not too far from where I live that they would probably hear about and come to investigate. So, I gathered my things and drove there in my dad's old white impala.

When I got there I went straight to the crime scene. Blood everywhere. When I asked what happened, the police informed me that some one had broken into a large apartment building and killed all of the residents in one night.

I sighed and got back in my car to find a motel. And thats when it began. The place on my wrist where Winchester was written burned. I had never felt so much pain in my entire life. It felt like when each letter was appearing on my skin times ten. I blinked back tears and stopped myself from screaming. I tried to focus on driving but I just couldn't. I slowed down and stopped on the side of the road, got out and sat on the sidewalk. Several cars zoomed by but one caught my eye. A black impala. Like mine, only a different colour. When the drivers saw me, they pulled over right near my car and quickly got out.

"Hey, um, are you alright?" one of the passengers from the car asked me. He was tall, with long brown hair that looked like he hadn't cut it in a long time.

I was flustered but regained composure and said "Yeah, I'm okay."

"Nice car." said the man who drove the black impala. "Impala, nice!" He said to me, while winking. It was obvious they were brothers. Though this one was a bit shorter and his hair wasn't as long as the other man's.

"Thanks, it was my father's. Your car is nice too."

"Yeah..." the one with the short hair said, his voice trailing off. His brother looked like he was snapped out of a daydream when he suddenly said "Oh, I'm sorry." and held out his hands to help me up. I kindly agreed and he helped me off of the sidewalk. Thats when he noticed the "tattoo" on my wrist. "Uhm, nice tattoo. Isn't Winchester a type of gun or something?" When he said the word 'Winchester' his brother turned around to look at us.

"Oh. Well, yeah I think so."

"You know whats funny?"

"What?"

"Thats our last name." The guy with the long hair gestured to him and his brother.

"Oh my god. Are you Sam and Dean Winchester?"

"In the flesh." his brother with the shorter hair called. "I'm Dean and thats Sam." He pointed to his brother.

"I've been looking for you-"

I was cut off by another round of the burning on my wrist. This time I couldn't stop myself. I screamed in pain and collapsed on the sidewalk again.

Exchanging confused and worried glances with each other, the brothers knelt down to my level, where I was fighting back tears and trying to keep myself from doing another horror movie scream. For some reason, something told me that I should be tough around them. I didn't know what it was. Sam put his hand on my shoulder and asked if I was okay and of course I said I was. I got back on my feet, and they rose from their kneeling on the sidewalk. I stood there clutching my wrist, thinking in my stupid head that it would stop the burning.

"What happened with your wrist?" Dean asked. And thats when I told them the whole crazy story.