Mom. No answer.
Mom please answer. Silence.
Mom? Are you there? Are you alright?
"Bell, Bell wake up," a soft voice interrupts.
Mom?
"No, she's not here. But she's safe. Come on Bell, wake up. It's okay."
Wake up?
"Yes, wake up. Come on you can do it." She then feels someone shaking her, forcing her to move. Groaning in pain Bell shakes her head. A chuckle erupts from the other person and she freezes, finally realizing it's unfamiliar.
"What? What's going on?" Bell's eyes snap open as she yanks herself from whoever was waking her up. The woman wanted to kill her, so who's not to say this new person wants to kill her too?
"No no, you're safe. It's okay." Her eyes search the man sitting in front of her, hands out as if to seem non-threatening. Seeing as he doesn't make any move toward her, Bell stops to actually look at her potential attacker.
Soft hazel eyes stare at her, kind and pleading for her to settle down. A tan jacket sits open to reveal a black t-shirt underneath and both almost seem as if they were home made. He has a bag full of clothes and other things that sits over his shoulders. He seems to be alright, about 24 years of age. Bell eyes him thoughtfully when she sees a glint of silver inside his jacket.
It's a gun, or a knife. Either way, he might try to kill me. Disarm, hold hostage, then force him to talk.
Just as she tenses up to tackle the seemingly nice man, he grabs the hidden knife and tosses it away. Bell's eyes flicker back and forth between the man and the weapon, surprised he tossed it away well out of his reach. Biting her lip, Bell sighs and sticks her hand out.
"I'm Bell, Bell Carol." The man smiles widely and grabs the hand to firmly shake it.
"Sam, Sam Winchester." Her eyes flick up to his as she stares at him.
"Winchester? Wait, the woman said something about that." Bell's words trickle away as Sam nods his head.
"I'm so sorry for what happened. But I promise your mother is safe, just relaxing in a hospital as they patch her up. And, as for the Winchester ordeal, I'm indeed your brother. Dad never told us about a sister, but I'm not surprised by that," he explains. Bell slowly nods her head when her mind brings up another odd comment.
"What was she? And she said you weren't the only brother. What happened?" She's glad her mom is okay, because even if Sam doesn't turn out to be friendly she still has someone in her life to lean on. But the woman, the flying and being crushed by something invisible makes her head spin. Nothing was making sense.
Bell's eyes meet Sam's as he throws a pained and soft look at her.
"Just keep an open mind. The woman you met was a witch, someone who can do spells such as pinning people against walls or cursing them. She came after you because me and my brother Dean have been running around the country killing people like her. I guess we've gotten in the way of a few of her plans because she came after you thinking you might become a threat to her. But, Dad came and rescued you and now you're here with us." Sam offers a bright smile to the speechless girl sitting in front of him.
A witch? That's who was trying to kill her? Glancing back at Sam she sees he's being totally serious. No ifs, ands, or buts. And if witches are real, then that means vampires and demons could be real. There are creatures that go bump in the night and hurt people. And to top it all off, her brothers go and kill these things.
"Wow," escapes her throat. Looking up at Sam who's now confused, she gives him the biggest grin in her life. "You guys are awesome. You're the best surprise brothers ever."
"And you're the best surprise sister ever," he responds, obviously not knowing how to respond. Bell chuckles at him then nudges his leg.
"So where's Dean? I want to meet him." Instead of a giant smile and leading her to her other brother Sam rubs his neck and looks at the ground.
"He's awesome. I love him so much, and I trust him with my life no matter what the circumstances. He's completely harmless, but he can be pretty overbearing." Bell only nods, not fully comprehending why Sam is being hesitant. Dean seems like a great guy so he shouldn't worry.
"Come on Sammy. She needs to get used to it," a voice booms.
Bell's blood freezes. The voice is like Sam's, deep and manly. But it makes the air rumble as the ground shakes a little. It's as if he's speaking into huge speakers around the entire room. And that's when she notices she's only been focusing on Sam.
Turning her head slowly, Bell stares as her eyes lock onto the biggest lamp she's ever seen. It towers above her and Sam, completely dwarfing them without even trying. Looking to her left and she stares at the fact the ground stops and another starts.
Wait.
Squinting at the second floor, her eyes widen when she sees that it's carpet, conquering almost all of her view. To complete it, a giant bed stands before an equally huge T.V. So, either everything grew, or Bell isn't 6 foot anymore.
"It's alright." Bell jumps at Sam's touch. Turning back to him she watches he stands up and offers a hand. After everything she's seen, she just needs something familiar, someone familiar. And with no mom around Sam's the only one who fits the bill.
"Don't let me fall," Bell growls as she takes his hand. Sam blinks once then laughs.
"We never will." He hoists the teenager up to her feet and slings an arm around her shoulders. Bell takes a deep breath then allows Sam, who could be just a random person claiming to be her brother, to turn her away from the wall.
Straight at the gigantic smile, huge freckles, and head-sized piercing green eyes of a humungous human.