Sam had been worried about his younger sister ever since the incident last week. Their father had died, and Stella had found out that she wasn't john's biological daughter- but not only that- a hybrid. An elaborate cross between vampire and werewolf. She had become a recluse in the days following, and Sam hadn't seen her since.
He slowly made his way down the corridor which led to the space outside, where Dean usually parked the Impala- where Sam half-expected her to have been. Like their elder brother, she loved that car. To his luck, he found her right where he predicted. Leaning against the side of the Impala, rubbing the metal of it gently with a cleaning rag. He approached her slowly, as not to startle her. She noted his presence with a slight sigh, putting the rag down onto the hood and turning her eyes to her shoes.
"Are you ok?" He looked at Stella, eyes laced with concern. She kept her gaze down on her feet as she responded. She swayed slightly, making her shadow bounce back and forth against the black asphalt. In anticipation for her answer, Sam swung around Stella and leaned his back against the Impala.
"What do you think, Sam?" She paced in front of him unconsciously. "I just found out that are father isn't my real father." She paused when Sam looked like he was going to say something, but then started again, not allowing him to speak at all. "Not only that, Sam... But I'm also a hybrid. A monster. The very thing we- you, Dean and previously, I- live to hunt and kill. What if I lose control and you and Dean have to kill me? I bet Dean already wants to but won't admit it. He can't even look at me like his sister anymore because of what I am."
Sam was patient, and listened intently to his sister's frustrations. After she finished, his face became taut as he told her what he thought. "You listen to me. Not me or Dean would ever lay a finger to harm you just because of what you are. You are our sister- half, or full it doesn't matter; and you wouldn't harm anyone. I know that, and Dean knows that too. I want you to be aware."
Stella shifted her weight between legs, letting out a breath she hadn't known she was holding.
"Thanks, Sam. I wish I could feel the same. But I don't. I mean, I don't even know why I am the way I am. Why would dad keep this from me? Did he think I would never find out?"
"He probably lied to you so you wouldn't get hurt. And I'm not saying he should have, but maybe he was afraid." Sam suggested.
"If dad didn't want me to get hurt, he shouldn't have lied to me and then died, leaving me to figure this out on my own. Sam, there are so many questions. For instance, why I'm half vampire and also half werewolf. How the hell is that even possible?"
Sam gave her the most sympathetic look he could muster before he responded. "I don't know how either. But you're not alone, and we shouldn't just sit here dwelling on all the bad. Dad, wherever he is, would want us to move. Take action when we can. Have you thought about finding out who your birth father is ?"
"I don't know if I can, Sam." She sat down on the impala's hood in front of Sam, earning another look from Sam as he kneeled down before her, taking her delicate hands in his, and stroking the backs of them understandingly with his thumbs. She smiled at this, but only slightly, continuing. "I mean, I want to meet my real father and mother. It's just…" She stopped, her eyes searching for something- anything else to focus on than her brother.
Sam frowned, silently pleading with her to look at him and finish. "It's just…?"
Without daring to meet his gaze, she began once more. "He didn't want me. He couldn't have, Sam. He gave me up for another man to raise not knowing who he was ... So why would he give me the time of day now?"
"You don't know that for sure, Stella. Did you read the letter dad gave you?"
"No."
Sam's response demanded her eyes to wander onto his face, a mixture of confusion and upsetness lurking in his expression. "Why not?"
"I don't want to read why he kept this from me ." She looked down with a sigh, unable to handle Sam's likely reaction. "The letter will just be an excuse on why he kept this from me and how he loves me and how he just wanted to protect me me to have a better life, and I don't want to hear it, Sam."
Sam's eyes reflected a bit of her own emotion as he asked her: "Why not? Maybe dad really did want a better life for you. You'll never know unless you read the letter. Who's to say it won't answer all your questions?"
Stella looked up at him as if coming to a sudden realization. "I guess you're right, Sam. But all this... It's just so much to handle. I don't think I will be able to read that letter without falling apart."
"Stella, don't you think i know how hard this is? Trust me, I know. And Dean and I will help you through all of it. You are not alone, so don't go telling yourself that you are, okay?"
Stella, at that moment, lost control of her limbs and slammed her hands over his shoulders, and around his neck, enveloping him in a bone-crushing hug, which after a bit of hesitancy, he returned, but soon began to gasp for air as she remembered her new found strength as a hybrid. Chuckling, she loosened her grip. "Sorry about that..."
"No, um… You're good, actually. You're good." Sam said breathlessly, with a slight smile.
"Thank you, Sam. I don't know what I would do if you and Dean weren't here to help me."
"Well for one, you'd lack a brother to test all that strength on.." She laughed into Sam's shoulder as he stroked her long blonde hair. "We'll always be here for you, Stella. Always."