One

Sarah McKinley was granted with a life that many would consider a blessing. Her father, George owned a business and her mother, Taylor was a well-known lawyer. Though having no other siblings, Sarah was very close with her parents. She loved them both dearly and if ever she lost them, she would lose all hope. When she asked, her parents gave and if they refused, she understood their reasoning. She hardly got into trouble at all until the age of fourteen. It was the summer of 1999 when her parents were coming home from a party they had been invited to. She was told that it was when her parents were coming home from a party they had been invited to. She was told that it was a Gala. They were driving home late that evening when an oncoming drunk driver collided with their car. That was the year before she entered her first year of high school as a freshman. She lived with her Aunt Mariah for a time, but her aunt was unable to control her niece despite being a Catholic. Sarah couldn't take anymore of the confinement of her aunt's house and so her aunt recommended for Sarah to live with a family friend, John Winchester.

Now John Winchester had two sons: Sam and Dean. Sam was the younger brother of Dean. Sarah fought against her aunt, promising that he's be good. Sarah had been living with her aunt for a year and her aunt was already fed up with her niece's rebellious tendencies. Her aunt was relentless. She believed that John could help change Sarah's ways because she seemed to be unresponsive when she was ask to do anything by her aunt. Sarah had known Sam and Dean growing up. She would often hear her father talking with John over the phone, and if by any off chance that they would come by for a visit, Sarah would mess around with the Winchester brothers. Both Sam and Dean were like her older siblings. Sam was sixteen, a year older than Sarah. Dean was five. Sarah had packed her bags and got into the 1967 Black Chevy Impala when John arrived at her aunt's house. "Are you going to kick me out too if I misbehave John?" Sarah asked as John had driven up in front of the motel. John chuckled lightly because Sarah knew of the close relationship he had with her father. The two of them were close friends and she was aware of the tone she would use around John. "No, but I'll teach you how to use that rebellious attitude of yours against others." John said.

Sarah, at the time, didn't fully understand what he had meant. Later she will eventually realize John's "words of wisdom". She followed him with her bag inside the motel. "You're bringing Sarah into this mess too?" Dean asked. Dean was the protective older brother and whenever John was away, Dean was in charge. John reminded Dean to play nice with Sarah. Dean was 20 years old and wasn't having any of it. "I'm not going to look out for some little girl dad. I already have issues looking after my kid brother." Sarah glanced over at Sam who was watching television, barely paying any attention to the conversation between his older brother and their dad. He avoided any argument the two of them had together when it wasn't his business. Sam, who was sixteen, was just as young as Sarah. "You three stay here. I'm going out." John said, ignoring Dean's statement.

"Again? Where?" Sam asked, chiming in. Sarah stood quietly in the room hearing the three of them converse with one another. John said that there's this case he's been working on in the next town over and won't be back until tomorrow night. Dean groaned and plopped down on the bed. Guess he was tired of baby-sitting. John left without another word and the three of them sat in silence hearing the Impala drive away. "Thought you were staying with your aunt." Sam said as Sarah joined him on his bed.

"She's a do-gooder. Guess I just didn't like living with her anymore." Things hadn't been the same for Sarah ever since her parents had passed away. In a sense, the brothers could relate with their mother's passing. Sarah had never met Mary, but she had only seen pictures of her that the boys had saved. She heard about the house fire, but she was one of the few that had known that the house fire was just a cover up for something big. "You know that we hunt monsters that try to kill us, right? They're real Sarah and almost like your worst nightmare coming true. We can't be the ones saving your ass all the time." Dean sat up in bed, looking over at Sarah.

"Then teach me Winchester."

"You don't have to do this Sarah. It isn't your choice." Sam piped up. Sarah could tell that Sam was the weaker between the two brothers. Sam had wanted a life outside of this hunting business. He wanted to stay far away from it, but he couldn't seem to avoid his involvement in this family business. Dean smirked and told Sarah that he'll teach her how to shoot tomorrow. The next morning, the brothers and Sarah had gone out to an isolated area. Sam was afraid that Sarah would hurt herself and Dean would get in trouble by their dad. Dean didn't care and Sarah herself was determined to learn how to fight monsters like the Winchester boys. Dean explained to her the mechanics of how to use and shoot a gun. He reminded to keep the gun on safety lock, just so she won't accidentally shoot one of the brothers or any bystanders if put in a real situation. First she was taught to shoot cans, which was in the form of target practice. Every so often she would manage to hit one can of the five that were lined up before her. Dean walked behind and showed her how to properly hold the gun. Sarah felt her heart pound against her chest. It was so loud for she feared that he would be able to hear it. "You understand it now?" Dean asked as she nodded. He stepped away in order for her to shoot and she shot down all five cans. Sarah was pretty proud of herself, but with a reminder from Dean, she had to learn to shoot while the target is moving. Sam was standing idly by watching the two of them converse about Sarah's gradual improvement. "Target practice is over for the day." Dean said.

"What?"

"It's been over two hours."

"I want to try again." Dean rolled his eyes at Sarah's statement. He didn't like it when she whined but set up the cans again. He told her that it was the last time and that was it. She nodded and positioned herself to prepare to shoot. This time she shot each can down directly after another. "In no time you'll be able to shoot one handed." Dean was proud of himself that he had taught someone. Guess he figured that his dad was a good teacher. The three of them retreated back to the motel and Sarah handed Dean the gun after the safety lock had been turned on. In some ways, Sarah was like both brothers. She was intelligent like Sam and not that Dean wasn't intelligent, but she and Dean shared a similar trait that Sam didn't have. Sarah always knew that Dean would look out for both she and Sam, but his actions and attitudes were different than those directed at Sam.

Sam had gone off to college, leaving Sarah and Dean alone. Sarah was finishing up high school. She was now referred to as John's daughter to many people they had run into. "Going the college route too?" Dean asked Sarah. The two of them had grown close since Sam's departure. Sarah understood why Sam wanted to leave. She too wanted to leave the family business behind, but she worried about Dean. She shrugged and told Dean that she did think about going off to college. "I just worry about you Dean. What do you do when you're alone with no one to talk to?"

"You don't have to worry about me Sarah. I'm 23 years old and I can do whatever the hell I want." Sarah rolled her eyes at Dean's statement. The two of them were sitting in the motel room, waiting for John to arrive. It had been a long time since the two of them had actually bonded and have gotten to know each other. The two of them both saw features that were different to them pervious years before. Sarah had grown to be a beautiful young woman. Her bright blue eyes shimmered in the sunlight, but it was her dark hair that made her eyes pop. She had light colored skin but became tan in the summer. Dean was getting more handsome every year, which is what Sarah started to notice. The way Dean's eyes brightened under the sun's light with it's rays bouncing off them. His smile as radiant as ever. He consistently went to the gym and so his muscles were beginning to grow. Dean went from looking scrawny to built in just a few years, but he still had more to go. Sarah's attitude had improved since her parents' deaths. She almost became herself again, but still she did keep that rebel side for the fun of it. She wasn't the same little girl that obeyed her parents' rules. She was no longer restricted from doing as she pleased. "You're family to me Dean. I always worry about you. Even if you won't admit it, you worry about me too." Sarah was used to Dean's harshness, so his statement didn't faze her at all. When Sarah graduated high school, she too had gone off to college leaving Dean to hunt with his dad.

Sarah enjoyed college as much as Sam did. Sam had gone to Stanford for pre-law and Sarah went to NYU to study journalism. There had been a case in a town in New York that Dean and John had been working on. Dean had stopped by to visit Sarah in her dorm. "You never told me you had a boyfriend." Sarah's roommate, Katie Hansen said to Sarah. This was after the incident that both Sarah and Katie had walked into their dorm room to find Dean looking at a poster on the wall. His head was cocked to one side as he surveyed the detail of the poster. Sarah didn't know if he was confused or intrigued by it. "He's not my boyfriend." Sarah said.

"So he's totally single then? Does he go here?" Katie asked.

"Dean, what are you doing here?" Sarah asked Dean who turned his head to face the two girls. Dean asked to speak with her alone. Sarah followed Dean out of the dorm room and closed the door behind the two of them. Sarah was a Sophomore in college, going on to her Junior year the following fall. "I couldn't come by to see you? C'mon Sarah, we're family and I figured I can show you a few ropes." he smirked.

"Dean, college isn't just about drinking. It's about getting a degree and using that degree to hopefully get a job in the real world."

"Well the real world has monsters."

"You get paid to do your job in this world Dean."

"When did you stop believing monsters exist?"

"I never stopped. I decided to focus on what's important Dean." Dean was angered by this statement that he sauntered off down the hallway. With that being said, Sarah never saw Dean again.