"What are we doing here, Adam?" I whispered as he pulled into the parking spot in his beat up old car.
"I told you. I tried to call Dad and these two men picked up. They're going to help us find Mom." Adam opened the door and slid out. I soon followed after him.
"Is Mom dead? You won't tell me anything! I'm sixteen, I can handle it." I said as he pushed the door open to the cafe.
Adam looked around the room and I shyly stood behind him. A man from the back corner had raised his hand.
I grabbed Adam's hand so that he could lead me forward. These guys looked nothing but trouble. One had rather long hair for a guy and seemed kind enough, but the other one looked uptight about something.
"You Sam?" Adam asked as he sat down. I pulled a chair over from another table and sat down in it.
"Yeah. Uh, this is Dean," the man named Sam said while pointing at the other guy. "And who's this?"
I looked at Adam nervously, so he answered for me. "This is my little sister Shawna."
I glared at Adam then diverted my eyes to the ground.
"So, um...how did you know our dad?"
I looked up at Adam. He was acting off again. He never cared about Dad before Mom was taken. Something changed in him.
"Uh, we worked together," Sam responded. Sam seemed nice enough, but Dean seemed irritated by something.
"H-how did he die?" my voice cracked and my eyes swelled with tears. I'd never met Dad. He claimed to never have time for me, but he always had time for Adam. It wasn't fair.
"On the job," Sam replied.
My leg started shaking under the table, so I pulled out my phone to distract myself. I looked longingly at a picture of Mom on my phone and tuned out the conversation.
"It's tragic... John's kid... we've never heard of you?" I caught bits and pieces of what the gruff man was saying and looked up from my phone.
"Bet you never heard of me either then," I muttered, putting my phone away.
"You're one of his kids too?" Sam said, looking into my face. What did he think that Mom was a player or something?
I nodded my head. "He never bothered to meet me though… Adam, I want to leave."
"No. Come on, Shawna."
I tried to stand, but he yanked on my arm. "Ada-?" I stopped myself from talking and ran out the door.
They shouted my name yet no one followed me. I stopped at the tree in front of our house and climbed onto it.
"Mom. Mom… I need you." I willed myself to cry for the first time in what felt like years. I had found her phone after she disappeared. I couldn't call her. I couldn't do anything.
And now Adam was acting off? It's like I've lost everyone. He was so forceful back at the cafe. Something's not right. Maybe it's just his depression from Dad dying? But he didn't care much about Dad…
I threw my phone into the grass down below. "God! Why?! What did I do to deserve this?!"
As if on cue, a woman began walking by on the street with blonde hair.
"That can't be… mom?" I shouted at her.
She looked up at me. Sure enough, it was her. "You're alive!"
I swung down from the tree.
"Shawna. Where's Adam?
"The cafe. He was meeting with these two guys named Sam and Dean. They're telling Adam about what happened to Dad." Inside I was screaming. Mom goes missing only to worry about where Adam is not me?!
Mom smiled. "Dad's dead."
"Yeah, but his boys aren't." Her smile grew.
"Mom stop. You're scaring me."
I grabbed my phone out of the grass and texted Adam "Please come home right now."
"What do you mean his boys?"
"The Winchester boys are his. It's a pity that you didn't get to know them more before I have to kill you."
I screamed and dropped my phone yet again.
Mom ran at me, tackling me to the ground.
"Help! Help! Someone help!" I shrieked.
"Shush you stupid little human."
I began to sob. "Mom stop. Plea-" my voice turned into a high scream as I felt teeth dig into my arm.
"Shush you!" she lifted her head up, my blood pouring from her mouth and looked forward. I stopped screaming so that I could try to catch my breath while also tilting my head in the direction that she looked at. A black car, I think it may have been an Impala, was rounding the corner.
Mom, or whatever she was now, slid back, grabbing me by the ankles. "Adam! ADAM!" I shrieked in one last attempt to try to stop her.
I was dragged onto the road over where an open pot hole was lying there exposed. I kicked my feet at her trying to free myself.
Adam was right there with those two guys, my brothers. They're so close. I felt myself falling and let out one more scream before my head smashed into the ground.
I woke up to blackness and a rotting smell. Where am I? Am I still alive?
There was a clang around me. It sounded as if something was thrown or banged against a wall.
"He-" I coughed, there was dirt or dust or something blowing around in here, wherever here was.
"Is someone here?" it was a man's voice, but it was very muffled.
Keeping my mouth closed, I screamed.
Light was suddenly exposed, blinding me. I was lifted up by someone.
"Are you awake? Are you okay?"
My eyes slowly adjusted to the light and I could see the man-it was Dean.
"Dean?"
"Do you know how to get out of here?"
"No. What's going on?" Dean loosened his grip on me and I slid back into whatever I was in before. My eyes finally became fully adjusted to where I was. It was some sort of tomb. There were coffins littering the place. I was in one of those coffins. I let out a shriek.
"Shut up. Dammit. They have Sam." Dean pulled something off one of the other coffins with a grunt. "Cover your head."
He flung the metal object at a window towards the top of the cave. "Holy crap," he said out of frustration.
"Dean stop! Where's Adam?!"
"It's too late for him, but not for Sam."
I bit my lip and looked down at the musty ground when an idea hit me. Don't cry. Don't cry. Be strong. Stron-
"I have an idea. I'll hold onto that thing and you shove me up to the window. Maybe with my strength and yours combined, we can break it."
"Great thinking smart ass." He ran over to me. Grabbing the metal stick out of his hands, he slid his arms around my waist and up I went. "You ready?"
I shook my head 'yes'.
A whoosh of wind followed my nod and I was slammed upwards. I held my arms straight, praying for the best.
A cracking noise filled the room.
I looked down at Dean to maybe see if he was proud of me, but instead he said nothing. His lips were barely visible under the straight line that was his mouth.
My eyes skidded away from Dean as I tried to avoid my disappointment, but they fell on something new; Adam.
"Adam! Adam! Let me down!" I squirmed in Dean's arm and tears began to stream down my tired face.
His grip tightened and he pulled me down to his level. "He's gone. I already told you. Get up there already."
I put my hands up to the ground on the surface above and pulled myself up. "Adam… Adam no…" my legs shook violently as I tried to stand up. "But I saw him only a few hours ago…"
"No. That wasn't him," Dean said while pulling the rest of himself out of the underground room. "I don't know what that was, but it wasn't your brother. Where are we?"
"Um I don't know. I figured you would know since it seems that you weren't dragged here. By the way, she bit into my arm and it sort of hurts like a lot! Can we go-"
"She? Who?" Dean's voice grew louder as he came closer to me.
"My mom. She's the one who brought me here."
"Shit Sammy. Come on you. Let's go." He grabbed my good arm and dragged me after him as he began to run to his impala.
"Dean wait." I stopped him in his tracks. "My arm is killing me right now."
"It can wait. Come on." He started running again and I soon followed while attempting to ignore the pain. It could be worse, right?
Dean reached the impala first and slid into the driver's side. I slid into the passenger side.
"Strap in and shut your cakehole."
I did as he said and buckled up the seat belt. Cakehole? Who even uses that word? For all I know, Dean could be the bad guy.
He sped down the darkened road, not bothering to stop for anything. I looked down at my arm and put my hand over it.
"Which one is yours again?" he nearly shouted while speeding around the corner onto my street.
"That one," I said, pointing with my good arm at the house with my tree in front.
Dean stopped the car nearly inches from hitting the garage door and hopped out.
I flung my door open and ran after him. Maybe Adam could still be alive? Maybe I can help him?
I ran through the open front door while screaming Adam's name.
"Hey!" I heard Dean shout.
I followed his voice into the living room only to find Dean shooting at Adam. My mom was leaning over Sam; he was strapped to a table and bleeding.
"Dean stop! Don't hurt them!" I screamed with every ounce of energy that I had left. Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me and I didn't actually see Adam's body...
"Dean, they're ghouls!" Sam shouted.
Ghouls or not, I had to save my brother. I flung myself over to him. His shoulder was bleeding, so I put pressure on it with my hands.
"Adam, it's going to be okay," I said in a relaxed voice, trying to calm him down.
"Which means head-shot," I faintly heard Dean say.
"Shawna! It's not him!" Sam shouted at me.
"You're wrong!" I shouted back while applying even more pressure to Adam's wound.
Adam's eyes flickered open and I pulled him close to me. He's going to be okay.
There was another gunshot, so I let go of Adam to find Dean shoot my mom right through the head.
"Oh my god! Mom!" I stood up off the ground, my legs shaking.
"Shawna, move. Now." Dean stared at me, his eyes unwavering.
I stood my ground, prepared to take on this massive beast named Dean if I had to.
"Wait Dean! She might be one!" Sam screamed from the table.
Everything that happened next was a blur. I had hit the ground hard on my bad arm and Dean was over Adam, bashing his head in.
"Adam! Adam!" I sobbed while standing up again.
"Dean!" Sam screamed from the table. Dean ran over to Sam and quickly cut through the duct tape that bound him to the table.
Sam sat up quickly and immediately diverted his eyes to me. "Are you one? Are you a ghoul?"
I shook my head, tears still streaming down my dirty face. I lifted my good arm up to the bite mark and bit my lip.
Dean ran out of the room and came back a few minutes later with some towels.
"How do we know for sure that she's not one? Seems like she's lived with them long enough to be one," Dean said while shoving the towels onto Sam. Sam slid back down to a lying position with a groan.
How can I prove it? I ran up the stairs and came back down with a larger towel. "Dean, catch." I tossed the towel towards him and he easily caught it.
"Come on. Come on. Come on. Hang on. All right, here we go. Here we go. Hang on, buddy. All right." Dean shoved the towel into a wound on Sam's side.
"Thank you, Dean," Sam grunted out.
"That's what family's for, right? Keep pressure on that." Dean moved his hand away from the towel, so Sam began applying pressure to it.
I cringed at the word family. Dean apparently noticed my cringe because he walked over to me right away.
"Do you have any other family that you know of?"
I shook my head 'no' and looked to the ground.
"Sammy, you heard of any orphanages 'round here?"
"We're not giving her up, Dean. She's our sister just as much as she was Adam's."
More tears spilled down my tired face at the mention of Adam's name.
"She's sixteen. Come on, Sam. We don't want to ruin her life this early."
"Too late," I muttered under my breath.
"We were younger, Dean."
I looked up at Sam, hope spreading across my sorrowful face. Maybe not all my family is gone. Maybe it's just a new beginning. I moved my hand away from the bite mark and blood began gushing out again.
"Um… guys, I'm feeling a little-" I stumbled and fell to the ground.
"Don't just stand there Dean!" Sam was sitting up now, worry evident on his face.
"I don't do kids." Dean put the emphasize on the word 'kids' as he leaned down to help me. He tore the sleeve off his shirt and wrapped it around my arm.
"Thanks," I coughed out.
"Don't mention it."
I was wearing one of Dean's shirts even though it was the length of a dress on me. My arm was tied up with a cloth and Sam seemed to be in much better shape.
"You sure we should do this?" Sam questioned, not moving his eyes away from Adam's body. We were in a forest and it was dark. I had no clue what time it was or where we were - I had fallen asleep on the way here.
"Ghouls didn't fake those pictures. They didn't fake Dad's journal," Dean said while pouring some sort of gasoline over Adam's body.
"Mom made us both get a blood test to make sure. It's not a lie." My eyes were dry by now. I was sick of crying. I had to be strong.
"Adam was our brother. He died like a hunter. He deserves to go out like one," Dean mentioned while pulling out a lighter.
"Maybe we can bring him back. Get a hold of Cas, call in a favor."
My eyes sparkled with a brief moment of hope. "Who's Cas? Can he really bring my brother back?"
"Adam's in a better place now. There's no point in bringing him back." Dean dropped the match onto Adam's body as soon as it lit.
Sam put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me in for a hug. I couldn't tell if I was crying now or not. There wasn't even a point in crying though, Life moves on, it has to.
"You know, I finally get why you and Dad butted heads so much. You two were practically the same person," Dean said while averting his attention to Sam and I.
"Dad must've been a great person then," I managed to sniffle out.
"I mean, I worshipped the guy, you know? I dressed like him, I acted like him, I listen to the same music. But you were more like him than I will ever be. And I see that now."
"I'll take that as a compliment." Sam pulled me tighter to him.
"You take it any way you want. We aren't alone in this fight anymore."
My arms slid up to hug Sam back.
A/N: I hope you guys liked this first chapter! For this fanfiction, I will skip around but write it episode by episode. Please leave a comment if there is an episode that you want me to do. :)