Hollands POV
Hi, my name is Holland Elizabeth Winchester. That's right, you read correctly, no you do not need your eyes checked, I am a Winchester. I am Dean and Sam's 16 year old half sister. My dad got some girl pregnant, when I was born CSP called him and I was in his custody. My mom? Never met her, I try to make people believe that it doesn't bother me, but lets be real, it does. I hunt with my brothers and Dad; well I did hunt with my brothers until Sam went to college, my dad freaked. He sends Dean out on hunts on his own. Dean hates it, because him and I were really close. He always promised me he would come back, well until one day, no one came back.
3 months earlier
"Holland, wake up. Your brothers leaving." My dad said. I quickly jumped from the bed, wanting to make sure I was up in time to say goodbye to Dean before his hunt. We always had a ritual to go to breakfast the morning before he left, that way we could talk and say goodbye, more like see you later, we hate goodbyes.
"Ok, give me 10 minutes and ill be ready." I said jumping up.
"Nope, not this time Holland, he has to get going." My dad said in a gruff voice. Dean looked up from his bag, clearly upset about his statement.
"Dad, come on, this is Holland and my thing." Dean said standing up.
"No, you need to be in Illinois by midnight, it's a long drive. I need you on the road now. That is an order." I saw how Deans posture suddenly went into attention. When dad said it was an order, it was an order. Me on the other hand, Im not so easily persuade.
"Dad, you cannot do this, this is something that we always do. If you mess this up, what-what if something happens. It will be your fault, you messed this all up." I yelled at my dad.
"Holland Elizabeth Winchester you will not use that tone with me, you understand. Dean go." He turned to Dean after scolding me. I walked up to him, and hugged him tight.
"Tomorrow will come sooner or later." Dean whispered in my ear, and I finished the sentence.
"And I will always be here waiting." He squeezed tighter as I finished our good luck speech to each other. Dean always said it to me when I was little to make me go to sleep. I had a fear of dying in my sleep because of something that happened when I was 3. So when I would not sleep he said this to me, to remind me that tomorrow is coming shortly. Now we say it to each other when he leaves, knowing that he will come back.
Dean pulled away, and wiped a tear from my eye, kissed my forehead and left.
I turned and glared at my dad.
"Get packed. Were leaving." I scoffted and he glared, our normal ritual.
"Where too?" I asked
"Jericho."
My dad and I traveled in silence; he had me start on research, men going missing mysteriously in Jericho. Once we arrived he put me in the motel room. We studied the deaths and trails for days, finally it was clear. It was the women in white. Once we found this out my dad left, he left, and never came back.
OH Johnny boy where did you go? I hope you like this chapter. Let me know what you think! Chapter 2 is going to be 3 months later, when Sam and Dean finally find at least one missing piece to there puzzle, Holland. Stay tuned!
