My name is Arianna Winchester, or at least that is what I go by. My real name has long become irrelevant. John Winchester saved me when I was young, just going on 5 years old. The same monster that killed Mary Winchester attacked my family. He had killed both my parents and was smirking in my direction by the time John busted down the door. Being so young and having just survived a pretty traumatic situation I don't remember much of that night. Most of my memory of that night is just what John told me. With no other family he could drop me off with he took me in. I never found out what made me special enough to adopt. I can only assume he felt some sort of connection knowing that the same monster that took his wife had left me an orphan. I think that little detail must of hit a nerve and he couldn't leave me there in the blood soaked house waiting for police to arrive.

From that day on I became a Winchester, hopping town to town. Thankfully I was young enough that I transitioned well and with Sam and Dean's help it was almost like I had been with them forever. In the beginning John still tried to be a good father, if my memory serves me correctly, but slowly the hunts chewed him up and spat him out. All that was left by the time we hit an age that could start being trained was a shell of a man. He drank too much and would disappear for weeks at a time sometimes. There would be moments though, where he would have a guilty look in his eyes, like he knew the hell he was dragging his boys and me through. But that look vanished as quick as it came.

By the time Sam and I were 14 Dean would occasionally join his father on hunts. We would stay behind and do the research and call them with our results. During those times Sam and I grew closer, almost like we were twins separated at birth. We never went on the actual hunts but John still had us train to at least defend ourselves. When Sam and I were by ourselves we would get a little lax on our training, mostly because Sam found it pointless. All he would talk about with me when his father wasn't around to hear was his dream of leaving and going to college, meeting a girl, settling down to a normal life. I was happy he wanted out, he deserved a good life away from monsters and everything that went bump in the night. Sometimes he would say I should join him and I would pretend to contemplate that idea before saying it wasn't what I wanted. My heart was set on revenge. That monster stole my family; my life and I wanted him to pay.

Things continued as normal for the next 4 years until Sam dropped the bombshell he had been hiding. It was the biggest fight I had seen. In the end John gave Sam an ultimatum, if he walked out the door he couldn't come back. I was shocked but speechless. I knew better then to try to intervene, even Dean was not butting in. We just watched the scene unfold. Finally Sam left and I ran after him. I couldn't not say bye, I would deal with John's wrath later.

"Sam! Hold up." I raced to reach him.

He paused turning around, "Ari, don't. I'm fine."

I chuckled, "I know, I'm proud of you. I'm sorry I was too much of a coward to help you back there but you know…" I trailed off. We all knew how bad John's temper was, specially recently.

"No, I understand. He will be mad enough that you ran after me. You should get back."

"I'll deal with it then. I couldn't let you leave without saying good bye to my long lost twin." I joked before jumping up and wrapping my arms around his shoulder. Sam returned the embrace.

We let go soon after, "Stay safe and make me proud Sammy." I said as I reached up and placed a kiss on his check.

"Thanks, I'll keep in touch as soon as I get settled into Stamford. Love you princess." He joked.

Laughing I replied, "Love you too troll."

With that I walked away back towards the motel room. I knew I was walking into a minefield and I would have to tread carefully. Pausing at the door I breathed in slowly before pushing the door open and stepping inside. It was quiet, almost too quiet. I looked around the room and saw Dean sitting in the same place his head in his hands.

"Hey," I said sitting next to him, "it will be okay."

"How could Sam just leave us like that?"

"Dean, you know he still loves you, he just needed to follow his dream. Going to college, having a normal life. Can you really blame him?" I asked looking at him.

Dean paused thinking about what I had said, "Yeah, I know you're right Ari." Sighing he stood up and walked to his bed lying down.

I didn't know where John went, he must of left the motel while I was saying bye to Sam, but I glanced around the room quickly before following Dean and snuggling next to him. He pulled me close both of us need the comfort. We had always been really close and I'm sure we could of been more if a time ever arose but I doubt John would ever give us a blessing. Which is why I made sure John wasn't around. It was innocent enough, our relationship if you could call it that, but John had taken to overacting recently.

We stayed like that until we heard the rumble of the Impala signaling John's return. With how long he had been gone nothing good would come of upsetting him anymore. A bar had probably been involved and by the stumbling we heard my assumption was correct. By the time John staggered into the room I was sitting on my bed and Dean on his. It was a while before he noticed me in the room.

"I see you're back." He slurred.

"I was just saying bye." I mumbled in response.

John huffed in response. "Why didn't you just go with him? I'm sure you talked him into this." He growled rounding on me.

I was left speechless. Why would he accuse me? What did I do?

He finally opened his mouth again and in doing so tore my world apart, "You are just as useless as Sam is." Then he turned around, going to reach for another beer.

That was the last straw and I yelled, "Maybe this is why Sam left! Maybe he wanted to get away from you!"

The room became too quiet after that. I saw John's shoulders tense but he didn't turn around. Dean kept looking between his father and me not sure what to expect. I had never spoken out like this that was all Sam. I could tell John was trying to calm down but I knew it would be for nothing.

"Get out." The calm tone in John's voice was worse then the yelling. "If I'm such a problem why do you stick around, huh? Does it matter that I saved you from that monster and took you in. Took care of you. If that means nothing then maybe you should leave too."

Tears welled up in my eyes but I held them back. I took a shaky breath before answering, "No." And with that I slid under the covers of my bed and went to sleep.