I remember that week's events as if they were etchings on my retinas that I couldn't remove, a constant film reel before my eyes.
Mom died in my arms, scratched up and bloodied from that thing.
That meant I was alone, orphaned.
The police said my father was dead.
The only people left out his next of kin were two brothers I'd never known.
"So you never met dad?" Sam's voice was gentle and understanding.
"No, I was the result of a one night fling my mom regretted her whole life. She knew there was another woman, Kate, and that my father had a son just a year old..."
"Adam, yeah, we know." Dean was gruff, not interested in knowing my story, wanting me gone.
"So when she found out she was pregnant she kept it to herself. But now she's gone and... You're the only people left I can turn to. I'm sorry to bust in like this but I'm only 18 and I don't have any place to go..."
"We're going to help you any way we can Addison, I promise," Sam looked at me, genuine, and then at Dean, coaxing him to agree.
"Look we can't just take you in, okay? We don't even know you and we're on the move a lot, not a place for kiddies."
I glanced at Sam looking for some sort of reassurance and then threw in my final plea, "Firstly, it's Addy, and ... I think I can help you."
"Help us? You're a twiggy under aged girl, you cannot help us."
I breathed in deeply and replied, "Yes, I can. I'm ... Half angel."
Sam and Dean looked like they'd been run over by the Impala, but they regained composure pretty fast, they always do. That's something I've come to understand about my brothers.
And since it's been a month since all that happened there's a lot about these two that I've learned.
I'm the little sister they never wanted or knew they had, but now I'm here to stay.