I slowly get out of bed and walk around to the door opening it as slowly as I can but as soon as I do the screaming gets louder. I creep down the hallway, noticing that every other bedroom door is open and no one is in there. I discreetly peek over the railing to try and catch a glimpse of what is going on, then, I have to clamp my hand over my mouth so that I don't start to scream. It was terrible, the most horrific thing that I have ever seen. I wanted to cry, to run away, I wanted to wake up. I pinched my arm hard, as hard as I possible could and I felt it, I felt the sting of my nails digging into my skin. Shit. Pain. That meant I was indeed awake and that what I saw was actually there. What I saw… What I saw was absolutely terrifying.
My older brother, Elijah, layed there, motionless staring at the ceiling, with a knife in his chest. My mom, hunched over leaning against the couch, barely moving, with a knife in her stomach, blood dripping out of her mouth. She flicked her eyes up and saw me, all she did was smile and then her eyes grew cold and lifeless as she stopped looking around, a few tears sliding down her face. The next thing I saw, was even worse. I saw my sister, crawling away, blood soaking her shirt, screaming, screaming so loudly that it hurt my ears. She looked up as she tried to make it to the stairs, looking at me directly and she stopped screaming to stare at me. Then someone plunged a knife into her back. Now it was me screaming, doing the best I could to keep quiet. The man looked up at me. A little suprised that I was there but then he just grinned. An evil, wicked grin that would keep me up at night, if I survived. I should be running, running as fast as I could, but my feet were stuck. They wouldn't move. The man with dark black hair and brown eyes kept staring at me. Then, just like that, his eyes were no longer brown, but they were black. Pure black. And then he left. Gone. Just. Like. That. I must be going insane, i thought.
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"What the hell are you talking about, Cas?!" Dean said with a confsed look on his face.
"Yeah, Cas, What do you mean we have a sister?" Sam asked, bewildered. Cas only sighed and shook his head.
"Crowley told me" Cas said simply
"And we're just supposed to trust Crowley on something like this?" Dean retorted "Did he even give you her name?"
Cas sighed shaking his head. "But we should at least at least check it out don't you think?"
"Why? We would probably get her killed by just showing up" Sam responded.
Dean nodded his head in agreement and said "What exactly did Crowley tell you Cas?"
"That you too had a sister who lived in Minnesota, she's 13 years old and he gave me an address" Cas said sliding a piece of paper across the table with an address on it
"I don't know...That sounds pretty sketchy, Cas…" Sam trailed off
"Yeah" Dean said "Maybe Crowley's setting us up or something"
"I don't think he would do that" Cas said
"Why?" Dean asked a little too quickly and a little too suspiciously
Cas glared then sighed "I don't know Dean, I just don't feel like he's lying"
"And we're just supposed to go off of that?! Look I'm sorry but-"
Sam cut Dean off "I think we should check it out"
"What?!" Dean and Cas said in unision
"Really?" Cas asked, followed by Dean asking "Why?!"
"I mean if we really do have a sister out there, I would like to meet her, seeing as we never exactly got a chance to meet Adam… And, I don't know.. I've never really had a sister before I guess" Sam trailed off
"You do realize that by even acknowledging her existence we're putting her in great danger already?" Dean said raising his eyebrows questioningly at Sam
"Yes, Dean I get that" Sam said sighing "But I just want to meet her"
"FIne" Dean said sighing angrily because he knew that there was no way to convince Sam otherwise.