I lifted my eyes from the newspaper I really wasn't even reading and watched as they left the store. I laid the money down for the paper and followed them out.

They were deep in conversation. I couldn't exactly hear. The taller one looked at me in confusion. I only got a glimpse of him because as soon as I saw his eyes I looked down at the weather. When I looked up they were climbing into their Impala. I quickly, but casually turned and sped to my car. I couldn't lose them. I reeved the engine to life and pulled out behind them.

I followed them for a few miles out into the country until they stopped in front of me on the side of the road. Finally, I thought. The two boys got out of the car. The driver looked highly annoyed and even hostile. The other was in deep thought.

I killed the engine. A smiled played on my face.

"I hope you have a good reason for following us." The taller one asked. He had long shaggy brown hair.

"You're little crush is really creepy." The other one said in a harsh, deep voice. His hair was the same color as the other but was cropped short.

I almost laughed. "I don't have a crush on you."

"Then, do you want to explain why you're following us?" The shorter one asked.

"We're, uh, dangerous people." The taller one put in.

"If you were a threat to me, I'd be dead by now." I answered with a stone hard face as I climbed out of the car and shut the door. I was a good foot shorter than the taller one and I knew I looked very feeble compared to them.

They boys exchanged glances.

"Look, I know who you are and I know what you do, Sam and Dean," I stated bluntly. "I know you're on a hunt."

The shorter one, Dean, looked slightly alarmed. The taller one, Sam, flashed a look of worry. "Who are you? How do you know who we are?"

I knew all about them. I knew Dean was the older, sterner brother who had hunted for as long as anyone could remember. Dean was the daddy's boy and took care of Sam all his life. I knew Sam was the younger, more sensitive brother with an ability to see premonitions. Sam had witnessed his girlfriend, Jessica die and left home to go to school until Dean came and took him to find their father as he went missing. I knew their father, John, just not too personally. He had died about a year ago. I actually didn't know, but had heard of, their mother, Mary whom was murdered by a demon when Sam and Dean were very young. This accident fed the fire to their fathers drive to hunt monsters. I knew they were demon hunters just like their father. I knew they went on hunts after all sorts of things of the supernatural. I knew they lived in the various motels at the residency of their hunts. I knew that they used fake credit cards and fake IDs to get around. I knew that only a handful of people know their actual names. I knew about Ellen and Jo because of the time I spent with them trying to find the boys. I knew they were on a hunt for a spirit who scared people to death – literally.

"I was sent here." I told them.

"By who? Who are you?" Dean asked as he pulled out his pistol and pointed it to my head.

"Don't get your panties in a wad, Dean. I'm not a demon or a spirit or anything." I gestured toward my small figure. "Do I look like I'm going to hurt you?"

Dean didn't lower the gun.

"How do you know who we are?" Sam asked.

"I'll tell you when Dean gets his pistol out of my face."

Sam looked at Dean. "Put it down, man."

Dean gave him a look of alarm. "Are you crazy," he asked.

Sam shrugged his shoulders. Dean took a deep breath and lower his weapon. "Who are you and how do you know us?"

"My mom died about two months ago. My father is dead and I had nowhere to go so I was sent here." I told them.

"Why?" Sam asked.

"Sally Harris was my mom. John Winchester was my dad. My name is Bonnie." I told them slowly. They looked at me confused.

I took a deep breath, "Guys, I'm your sister."