I awoke with a start. My heart was racing, I was sweating, and I was breathing heavily. "It's only a dream," I assured myself, pinching my arm to make sure I'm awake.

I rolled over to grab my phone, wincing at the sunlight screaming through my blinds that I forgot to close last night. I unlocked my phone to reveal a new text from my best friend, Alarick that read,

Happy birthday bestie! You're an adult now, just like the rest of us!

Thanks brosky, I replied.

I rushed to get out of bed, remembering that my father left a box for me to open on my 18th birthday since I used to hang out with him all the time, he would take me fishing and we went hunting twice, as well as just going out to get ice cream. That was all before I turned 8, which was when he up and left my mom and I. My mom died when I turned 10, so I've been living with my Aunt Sarah ever since.

When I get to the kitchen, I'm welcomed my the unmistakable smell of sausage and egg breakfast enchiladas, one of my favorites. I smile as my aunt greets me, "Happy birthday, Rosie!" She pulled me into a hug, "How'd you sleep last night?"

"Pretty well, thanks. I'm feeling kind of anxious now, though. Is it okay if I open Dad's box right now before anything else?"

She nodded, so I rushed to the refrigerator and grabbed a chair, climbing it to reach where the box that once contained workboots was. As soon as my fingers graze it, all I feel is years and years worth of dust pileup. Trying to keep from getting my pajama shirt covered in the nasty allergen, I awkwardly carried the box, which was surprisingly heavy, to the kitchen table. I set it down, took a deep breath, and opened the lid.

There was an envelope with Samantha Rose written on it in rushed handwriting. I opened it and it read:

Dear Rosie,

Today you're 18. Congratulations! I know you're wondering why you haven't heard from me in 10 years. That is because I've been with your older brothers, Sam and Dean. I understand that it's confusing that you have the same name as your brother, but that is the reason I started calling you Rosie. Your mom insisted in us naming you Samantha, but I already have a son named Sam. It's a family name.

Anyway, I want to let you know that if weird things seem to be happening in a dream, you're really not. Our family business is saving people and hunting things. Your brothers do not know you exist, but my number will be on a business card underneath this and I want you to call. Dean may freak out, but read him this and he will understand.

I left you because I didn't want you to get harmed by the yellow-eyed demon that killed your brothers' mother and haunts Sam. I didn't want you to have to deal with the struggle and heartache of fight and loss. In years' past, Dean has been hunting with me thousands of times and Sam hundreds. We have seen things that keep us up at night and literally nearly kill us. There is an extremely high chance that, before you even read this, I probably got killed in the line of defense.

Remember though, that for every twisted, disgusted, evil thing, there are just as many good things. It may not seem like it, but there is. I love you Rosie, forever and always. If you decide to meet up with your brothers, there are a few supplies in this box that you are really going to want. Please watch out for yourself.

Love, Dad

I didn't realize I was crying until a single tear fell out and wet the paper. I wiped my eyes, then grabbed my keys, phone, and the box, walked out into my 1997 Dodge Charger, started the engine, and left to find my family.