Sarah Atchison

March 3, 2011

Petersen 2

Writers Workshop II

The thunder rolled in around one o'clock right after the first strike of lightning. I ran outside to roll up my car windows when I had noticed that the mail box had been visited. I grabbed my umbrella from the back seat of my black 1969 Ford Mustang, and pranced over to the mail box to get my mail. As I retreated back to the house, my boots acquired a new coating of mud. I kicked them off on the porch before I went inside and dried off.

I sat down on my couch and stared at my computer for a few seconds. I didn't have TV or cable or anything like that... but my neighbors had internet, and I could use their connection for my lap-top because they didn't know how to put a password on it.

I stretched and let out a yawn. I connected to the internet after contemplating it, and I Googled my last name. I always found it funny that my family was the same family that created Winchester Repeating Arms. I always wished that I could go back to the time when they did...

I wondered for a few moments about my father. I'd never met him-not that I can remember at least- but my mother was always talking about him being a hunter for a living. I never quite figured out why we were so poor if he was working all the time... I guess I never figured to ask either. Mom probably couldn't give me an answer if I had anyway.

I'd seen pictures of him. Mom was always saying how I looked just like him. He was a pretty handsome man, but I donno if it was good that I, a woman, looked just like him... I kept a picture of him in my memories box even though I hadn't a single memory of him. I pulled it out that day, and I started to think.

I decided to google my fathers name. I couldnt' find anything specifically on a John Winchester born on Jan. 1, 1954, but I did find my family tree... and I did find out that mom wasn't my Dad's only woman... and I wasn't his only child. I had not one- but two older brothers!

Sam was the younger of the two, born on May. 2, 1983. Dean was the oldest, born on Jan. 24, 1979. And me? I shared the same birthday of Sam, except I was two years younger...

I sat there dumbfounded and awestruck. I stared at their pictures. Dean looked exactly like Dad... and Sam, well Sam looked sort of like me which meant I didn't look as much like Dad as Mom had always told me...

I tried process my newly acquired information but I couldn't. I scrambled to get my phone out of my pocket, and quickly dialed my mother's phone number. It rang a few times before she picked up.

"Hello?" she answered sounding sort of busy.

"Mom?"

"Oh Sarah... I was just in the middle of mopping the floor could I call you back?"

"No, Mom. I have somethin' important I need to talk to you about..." I pleaded.

"Well then, just give me a second, let me set this darn thing down..."

I tapped my fingers in the couch, and waited.

"Okay, now what's this all about? Are you in trouble?"

"No, Ma, I'm not in any trouble... but is there anything you would like to tell me? About Dad or anything...?"

"No, I believe I told you everything about your father."

"I don't think you have..."

"Oh Lord..." she sighed.

"What?" I asked. "What don't I know 'bout him?"

"Okay... I'm going to be right over, there's something I should show you."

"Uhm... okay I'll be here."

"Okay, see you in a few minutes, put on some coffee."

"Okay, careful drivin'."

After I hung up with my mom I sat there with my face contorted for a moment, and just stared into space. I shook myself out of it, and got up to make a pot of coffee.

I stood staring out my window at the rain droplets falling down the window. I sighed and went to get my lap top to try to find out anything I could about my older brothers. I was leaning with my elbows on the counter, and my face glued to the screen when my mom walked in with a shoe box in hand. I took it from her as she collapsed her umbrella.

"It's really raining out there..."

I nodded and set the box down on the kitchen table then I took her jacket and hung it over a chair. I got out a cup and poured her some coffee, and grabbed a beer for myself.

"Oh you're just like your father-"

"No, Mom, I don't think I am..."

"Now don't sound so bitter. He was a great man." She spoke sternly. My mother was a great looking woman. If I looked like anyone it was her, except in the hair and eyes. I had dark brown hair and she had a light strawberry-blond color hair. I had green eyes like Dad and she had blue ones. She was 54 years young but nobody would know it. "Now, I should have told you a long time ago, but I was afraid of how you would act." She pulled open the shoe box, which I had never seen before, and she pulled out a few pictures from the bottom.

One was of Dad, a baby, and a boy about 4 years old. Another was a picture of Dad and two younger boys, maybe 8 and 12 years old. There were others of the same boys. These had to have been Sam and Dean. Sam and I could be twins.

"Mom..." I said slowly.

"These are your brothers..."

"Sam and Dean." I said softly.

"How did you find out?" she asked.

"The wonderful world web." I sighed. I turned my lap-top screen to her, and she took a deep breath.

"They've really become some handsome young men..." She raised her eyebrows.

I processed for a minute as I stared at a picture of Dad, Sam, and Dean at a Royals game. Sam didn't look like he was having very much fun, but Dean... he and Dad seemed to have quite the relationship.

"I have brothers..."

My mom sunk her head and smiled softly as she slowly nodded her head.