PROLOGUE
Dean stood there, in front of Lisa's door looking like a complete mess. His light brown hair was dishevelled, his eyes were a deep red and were glazed over with unshed tears. The jeans, shirt and flannel he wore were still slightly torn and coated with dirt and dried blood. His hands shook slightly, as he clenched his fingers into a fist and knocked three times on the hard wooded door. The thud echoed heavily into the silent night of the suburban street, the streetlights bringing a yellowish dim into the dark night. Dean's shoulders were tense, unable to even look back at me as he waited nervously for the footsteps sounding through the other side of the door to get closer and closer.
There was a click and twist of a door knob before the door swung open, revealing a surprised looking Lisa. My brother's shoulders instantly sagged. And even though I was standing behind him, unable to see his facial expressions, I knew he had a very forced lopsided grin etched on his face as he breathed out, "Hey, Lisa... can we come in?"
The question being so much more weightier then just a friendly invitation into her home.
Sam Winchester just jumped into a hole with Lucifer.
This invitation to her home was an invitation out of the supernatural life and into her normal suburban one. And that was the last thing I wanted.
There was no way I was going to play house after I just lost my brother with a lady and her son, who I barely even know.
Stormy Winchester is going to venture out on her own, whether her brother likes it or not.
