I don't even realize I'm running until I hear the demons chasing after me. I don't stop, I don't slow down. I just run. I turn a corner, and see two guys getting out of a black Chevy Impala. I run up to them.
"You need to get away from here!" I say. They look at me confused.
"Why?" The taller one asks.
"You wouldn't believe me." I reply. The demons find me. I take my demon killing knife out of my boot.
"Come and get me, assholes." I say. They come closer, and I stab one right in the chest. I kill the other two, and look at the guys, who look astonished.
"Okay, I'm not a murderer. I swear. You won't believe me, but those dicks were…"
"Demons." they say in unison.
"How could you possibly know that?" I ask. They look at each other, then back at me.
"Get in the car." The taller one says.
"No freakin' way!" I exclaim. The same tall one smiles.
"We won't hurt you. I'm Sam, and this is my brother Dean. We're hunters too." Sam says. I still dont believe it.
"Prove it." I say. They look at each other, and then pull down the tops of their shirts a little so I can see their collar bones. I see the anti-possession tattoo I have. I nod.
I lean down, and pull up my pant leg to show them the tattoo I have on my right ankle.
They smile when they see it.
"How old are you?" Dean asks.
"14." I say.
"Cool. Where'd you get that knife?" Sam asks. I smile, and look at the blood covered knife.
"I stole it off a demon after an exorcism." I reply. They smile.
"So, can you come with us?" Sam asks.
"Let me grab my duffel. Will you come?" I say.
****
We walk back towards Dean's car, and I throw my duffel in the backseat. I get in, and shut the door. Sam and Dean get in, and Dean turns and looks at me.
"Do you wanna call your parents and tell them you're with us?" he asks.
Parents. The normal thing in a person's life. Well, not mine. My mom died when I was young, and my dad is in some jail in Indiana. Right now, we're in Lebanon, Kansas. My dad is in jail because of his abuse towards me. Yep. That's right. I was abused.
"Umm...I don't have parents." I say. Sam turns and looks at me.
"What do you mean?" he asks.
"Well, my mom died when I was little."
"And your dad?" Dean asks.
"Uh…" I start. I sigh. "jail." I finish.
"Why?" Sam asks. I look up at him.
"He abused me. I ran away from my foster home. I lied and said I have family in a town over, and they believed me. I left, hopped on a bus, and came here. I've been in and out of alleys." I say. They look at me, shocked.
"Well, you could always stay with us. What's your name again?" Sam asks.
"Winchester. My name is Rachel Winchester."
"What?" they say together.
"Rachel Winchester." I repeat.
"That's not possible." Dean says.
"Why not?" I ask.
"Because we're Sam and Dean Winchester!" Sam says.
"Wait, how is that possible?" I say. They shrug.
"Okay, you are DEFINITELY coming with us." Dean says. I nod.
****
We walk inside of what Sam and Dean call the bunker. I put my duffel bag down on a table, and look around. I smile. Much better than the usual box i sleep in.
"Welcome home." Sam says. I nod.
"It's nice." I say.
"Yup." Dean says. He picks up a remote and presses a button. Suddenly, You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC fills the room. I smile. I take the remote from him, and turn up the volume. I start rocking out, air guitaring, and head banging. Sam laughs while Dean does the drums. I laugh as we air-rock together.
The song ends, and Dean and I laugh.
"Okay, you are definitely our sister." Dean says. I smile.
Dean, Sam, and I all walk up the stairs to go to sleep. I sit on the bed, and feel a little bit jumpy. Shit. I have panic disorder, and I have panic attacks almost everyday. Uh oh.
SAM'S POV
I knock on Rachel's door, and there is no response. I open the door to peek in and see if she's sleeping, and see her sitting up with her head in her hands. Her knees are tucked close, and she is crying. What the hell?
I walk into the room, and go closer to her. I kneel down in front of her.
"Rach?" I ask. She shoots her head up, and looks at me with a look I never want to see on her face again.
Terror. Pure terror on her face.
"Rach, what's wrong?" I ask. She lunges at me, and hugs me. She cries into my shoulder, and I hug her back.
"S-S-Sam?" she stutters.
"Yeah, it's me." I say. She hugs me tighter, and cries harder. "Hey, what happened?"
"I h-have p-p-panic disorder S-Sam." she stutters. Uh oh. I hold her closer. I'll try to help her through this.
"Shh, it's okay Rach, just breathe." I say. "In and out. In slowly, out slowly. It'll be okay, Rachel. Just relax."
She starts shaking from the crying, so I put my hand on her back. I rub my hand up and down her back, and she suddenly freezes, except for a bit of trembling.
"Shh, relax. I'm here. Just me. It's okay." I say. She seems to start breathing normally again. She stays in my arms for a while, and then soon falls asleep. I put her on the bed, and cover her. I walk out of the room, and go to me and Dean's room.
"Hey, Dean?" I say.
"What?" he asks.
"I was just with Rachel, and she told me she has panic disorder. She had a panic attack." I say. Dean looks surprised.
"Wow." he says. I nod, and go to sleep.