Chapter 1

Henley, Henley, stay with me, keep your eyes me.

Dad, she's choking.

Henley stay calm, it's going to be alright.

Dad, please hurry.

Henley… Henley… Henley

Don't leave.

The sound of my brother hopelessly calling for me echoed throughout the calm breeze that warped its way up past my toes across my thinly veiled clothing, dancing its way irritably across my skin through to the tips of my hair.

Wake up.

I slowly began to pry my eyes open, I was almost afraid of what I would find. Would it be continual darkness? A large pearly white gate resting on a sea of clouds? Or, perhaps a fiery pit of molten lava?

Instead when I opened my eyes I saw a familiar sight that calmed me, a sight that told me that it would all be ok, that I was be safe.

Stars.

A whole sky full of them glowed proudly high above in the darkness. Their light permeated down through rich, luscious, green leaves, held together by sturdy branches hidden out of sight.

Drawing my eyes away from the sky I took in what surrounded me. It seemed like a park from what I could see in the faint light. The grass was recently cut and the surrounding hedges perfectly shaped.

What am I doing here? Where is here even?

I stood hesitantly, rocking back a bit as my legs failed to comply. I wrapped my arms around my body as I shivered, I wasn't used to the cold climate yet, last place I stood was in Houston and it was summertime over there. This place was dark and cold, the wind made it harsher. Looking down I could see I was still in my night clothes that consisted of an old Fleetwood Mac t-shirt and bohemian style shorts that I stole from the Salvo store last spring.

I am in the middle of nowhere. I have to get back home… Oh man, Dad's gonna kill me for this one.

What is that?

I whipped around a full 180 degrees as I heard the sound of leaves rustling in the distance, the sound becoming closer and closer. I began to move a few paces backwards hoping that it wasn't a monster out there in the foliage. The movement abruptly stopped, I had to make a decision, either I could wait and find out what it was, or I could turn the other way and run.

I was outgunned and if it came down to it unmanned, I didn't know where I was and how far I could run without shoes and prickles are a bitch.

What the hell, not like this is my first rodeo.

Deciding to take a big risk I called out to the thing. In retrospect though it was probably the lamest and stupidest line said in any horror film.

"Hello… Is there someone out there?"

It was quiet for a moment before whatever it was broke out into a sprint towards me. Holding my ground I stood there motionless, my knees unlocked and ready to run if need be.

Suddenly a figure emerged from out of the shrubs, as it came closer I could see in the faint moonlight that it was an unrecognisable, but yet somewhat familiar man. He was silent as he examined me, I suddenly felt self-conscious and crossed my arms over my chest in a nervous manner.

"Hi, I'm so sorry, but can you help me? I don't know exactly where I am, I must have slept walked or something." I rationalised more to myself than to him. My teeth began to chatter as I the wind blew over again. The man in front of me remained silent.

"Okkkk… I know this might be confusing, but I am very eager to get home to a nice hot shower. If you don't mind. I'm staying at Motel 7 just off interstate 10. My names…"

"Henley?" The man cut me off. My eyes widened, how did he know who I was? The situation was now becoming all too real, he could be a monster. I mean, I woke up here in the middle of nowhere, he could have brought me here. I instantly regretted not ducking tail and running the second I awoke.

"I, uh… Are you really… real?" He continued, I slowly began to back away. The man's pace outmatched my own, soon he stood a little more than two feet away. Reacting on the first instinct that came to mind, I brought my leg up as high and as fast as I could, hitting him directly in the groin.

As soon as he fell to his knees I punched him hard in the face before bringing him all the way to the floor. Propping myself up on top of his back I grabbed his arm pulling it all the way backwards to the verge of snapping. He moaned in pain trying to free himself from my hold.

"Who the fuck are you and where the hell have you brought me?" I hissed, bringing his arm even further back ready to break it on command.

"I'm… Ow… I'm Dean Winchester, your brother? Please will you let go of me Henley?"

I answered his question by pulling his arm all the way up hearing the bone move cleanly out of place. He let out a whirl wind of cusses. I then grabbed his other arm preparing to inflict the same pain.

"My brother…? Ha, you ain't my brother bozo. My brother is a lame ass sixteen year old who listens to soul crushing heavy metal rock and is fast tracked to morbid obesity by twenty-five. So again, I'm going to ask you, who are you and where am I? If you don't answer me properly this time, I will dislocate every damn bone in your body so badly that all the Kings Men would be able to put you back together again, humpty."

"The Fu-, Ow, son of a b***h… that hurt." I rolled my eyes before digging him harder into the ground. This was bound to make him talk.

"It's me your brother Dean, don't you remember womb to tomb and all that. How about the dinner on Elk Street where we got food poisoning when we were fourteen. Do you remember that? What about our first day at High School where you punched Peter O'Malley in the face when he tried to grab your ass? How about when we once counted how many different McDonald's restaurants we had been to in six months, we counted forty-eight. Or when we were twelve and you burned a ghosts grave with me still in it by mistake." The man pleaded in short breaths of pain. I did remember all that, but none of it made any sense, he could be a shapeshifter or a ghoul, or even a demon if they existed at all.

"No, you are either a stalker or a monster, I don't really care. You are not my brother, my brother is just a teenager like me."

"I was when you died."

"What do you mean when I died? I am right here. How stupid are you?"

"Can't you remember Hens? Christmas 1995? The witches? The hex bags? The Blood?" He asked, my grasp began to slacken as I started to feel a wave of nausea over me. I tried to block the oncoming memory from my head as my throat tightened.

"I watched you die Henley, I held you in my arms." My head began to throb loudly, I let go of him heaving heavily in and out as he continued.

"You choked on your own blood, you couldn't breathe." My chest tightened as sweat began dropping off my face.

"We weren't able to save you Henley, I'm sorry, we tried." I got off him as fast as I could, I began to crawl away on my hand and knees, where I finally puked across the clean cut grass.

I could hear 'Dean', or whatever he liked to call himself, get up off the ground limping over to where I lay hunched over sobbing like an idiot. Placing his good hand on my shoulder he spoke.

"Your name is Henley Elisabeth Winchester, and I was only 16 years old when you died. We have a little brother named Sammy and a father John. Our mother died when we were four. We spent our entire life on the road. We had no one else a majority of the time when growing up. I know that this is all new and confusing, I've been there, but I'm going to take care of you, everything will be fine again like it once was." I continued to weep softly as the pain the memory brought on began to subside.

I slowly rose to my feet as I turned back to face him wiping away the tears from my eyes. I nodded softly figuring that I should go along with this at least for the meantime until I found out what the hell was going on.

"Now, can you please pop this back in place so we can go home to Sammy? It's been a long ass day."

I began to calmly help him across the clearing to a small park bench situated a few metres away. I assisted him in shrugging off his outer jacket so I could have a clearer sight as to where to pop the bone back in place.

"You are just pure mean Henley. That was a cruel thing to do to a man, isn't anything sacred." 'Dean' complained wincing as he sat down.

"Nothing you didn't teach me… Apparently." I mumbled as I examined the break.

"Oh great, are you really passing the blame onto me. I didn't teach you to do it to your own brother." I ignored him

"You practically ripped my entire arm off." He continued.

"It's a clean dislocation, you'll be fine you big baby. Do you need me to run over to a servo to get you a lollypop or do you think you can handle it?" I taunted, his glare answered the question.

"On three, one… t…" I pushed his arm back into place.

"My god that bloody hurt." I rolled my eyes letting go of his arm. I picked up his jacket to help him put it back on.

"No you wear it, you look like you could freeze to death." He said in a gruff voice, he sounded just like how dad used to. Nothing like the Dean I knew.

"If you really are Dean, then where is Dad?" I asked nonchalantly pulling the sleaves over my wrists before zipping the jacket up. His brow furrowed.

"He passed about ten years back." He spoke gauging my reaction, he must have had a long time to grieve. I nodded suppressing my grief, I mean, he could be lying for all I know.

"Figures, was it the yellow eyed demon?"

"In a way it was, but he gave himself up for me." He said dejectedly.

"Right," I snorted.

"What's funny about that?"

"Oh, nothing, just that doesn't sound like my father at all. I'm pretty sure he'd hand me over to the devil himself for the chance to kill that damned demon." I shook my head. "Of course he'd save you and not me, right. I mean his prodigal son and all."

"Henley, there was nothing he could do, nothing I could do."

"You could have looked faster." I put bluntly, that shut 'Dean' up.

"So, if you really are my brother, over twenty years have passed and I really died. Then how am I here?" I asked taking a seat on the bench next to him.

"It's a very long story that spans way back to when Dad passed. You see…" he began before I cut him off.

"Keep it short and to the point Tarantino, I don't need your entire life story."

"Ok… Demons exist, angels exist, and God exists. God likes to go by Chuck now, Chuck has a sister named Amara, the yin to god's yang. Sam and I accidentally let her out of her interdimensional cage. Amara was planning world domination, up until her and her brother hashed it out. I helped out with that so she brought you back to life." He explained as I stared at him blankly.

"Right… I believe you now." I smiled.

"Really?" He looked at me surprised.

"Yeah, you're not a monster... You're just a sick, looney, Christian stalker slash psychopath. That's just great. I'm getting out of here, and for your own good you should get lost before I beat the crap out of you." I snarled before getting up to leave.

"Henley… Henley wait, just stop… I know it's crazy but it's true, look… I'll prove it." I keep marching on figuring that I could find a main road somewhere, there must be cars, I might be able to highjack a car depending on the model. A small, slim black brick was thrust out in front of me.

"What the fuck is this?" I asked grabbing it then stepping back a fair bit to put some distance between us.

"It's a phone." He replied.

"Who are you trying to kid here, I know what a phone looks like you dunce and this isn't one."

"Just press the button at the bottom, you'll see."

I looked at him imperviously before following what asked. Suddenly the thing lit up revealing a picture with the time and date at the very top.

"Very clever I'll give you that, but where are the numbers?" He leant over and opened it up to a new screen before a keyboard appeared on the screen. After a few more minutes of fiddling around with it, I gave up.

"Say I do believe you, that this is the future or whatever. But, I'm not dead and you're not my brother." I said shoving the device back into his hand.

"Come with me." He said leading me towards another clearing. I tried to object but he continued dragging me forward. I soon realised that we weren't in a park, but a graveyard. I looked around confused, this place began to look familiar to me. I soon figured out why, we stopped in front of a grave stone that belonged to my mother. It was put in place by my uncle even though my mother did not have a body to bury. The fire took care of that, I remembered how we would visit on occasion.

"You found my mother's grave, kudos to you." I said sarcastically as 'Dean' rolled his eyes.

"That's not what I wanted to show you." He said motioning to the headstone that stood just beside it. It was newer than my mothers, but not by that much, it was approximately the same size but made from grey granite. On it read:

Henley Winchester

1979-1995

Loving Daughter and Sister

"Dad had your body burned on a pyre as per the hunter's tradition, but he had your ashes buried here alongside mom." I swallowed heavily. He then took out his wallet and handed me a card. On it was a picture of him with my brother's name and the birthdate we shared.

"Ok." I said bluntly before turning to face him.

"Let's go home." I pulled my hands into the warmth of my pockets before I turned to walk out of the cemetery.

"Ok." Dean nodded and followed beside me with a giant shit eating grin on his face.

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