Chapter Two
"Whoa, what?" said Dean. "What makes you say she's a psychic?"
"That demon couldn't fling her, or me," said Sam. "And the reason why demons can't fling me is because of the demon blood, so—"
"I thought you were the only one left," said Dean.
"So did I," said Sam.
"So what are we gonna do with her blood?"
"Run some tests."
"What kind of tests?"
Sam shrugged, frowning. "I don't know."
They pulled up to the hospital and carried the girl inside, waiting until a doctor came to help her. Once she was taken to a room, Sam and Dean headed back out to the Impala.
"Alright, Sammy," said Dean, climbing behind the wheel. "Let's find out who this girl is."
Sam dumped the flask upside down, letting the blood drip into a bowl on the table in the motel room.
"And what are we doing?" asked Dean as he threw his leather jacket onto a bed.
"Well, it's demon blood, right?" speculated Sam. "So maybe it'll react to stuff."
"Stuff, huh?" muttered Dean. Sam pulled out a bottle of holy water, a tin of salt and an iron blade. "You're serious?"
"You got any better ideas?" asked Sam.
Dean shrugged. "No."
Sam touched the iron to the blood…nothing. He sprinkled salt onto it…nothing. He threw a little holy water on it…nothing.
"So, she's not a psychic?" asked Dean.
"Maybe, maybe not," said Sam. Dean frowned in confusion. "We don't know how demon blood reacts."
"So, what do you suggest?" asked Dean. Sam unsheathed a knife, unrolling his sleeve. "Really?"
"Why not?"
Sam put the blade to his arm, drawing a line of red across his skin. He let the blood trickle onto the surface of the table. Once he had a small puddle of red, he performed the same tests…with the same results.
"So, what?" asked Dean.
"Inconclusive," said Sam. "We'll have to think of something else."
"You found her yet?"
The brothers turned to see Ruby standing by the door.
"Yeah, we found her," said Sam.
"Question is, what do you know?" asked Dean harshly.
"What do you mean?" asked Ruby.
"Is she a psychic?" asked Sam.
Ruby looked at Sam. "Who knows. I mean, there are a lot of psychics out there."
"No, I mean, a psychic like me," said Sam.
"No, of course not," said Ruby. "You're the only one left. Remember, celebrity death match, Cold Oak, abandoned haunted town…Ring any bells?"
"But this girl might be one," said Sam.
"And what makes you say that?" asked Ruby.
"The demon couldn't throw her," replied Dean, "just like she couldn't throw Sam."
"So, you think that means she's rocking the whole demon blood thing?" said Ruby.
Dean picked up the bowl of the girl's blood. "You tell us."
Ruby took the bowl and looked into it, searching for something. Her eyes widened as her jaw dropped.
"What is it?" asked Sam.
Ruby quickly set the bowl back on the table. "I have to go." She hurried to the door, storming out of it.
Sam rushed after her, but she was gone. He came back into the room. "What was that?"
"She's your hell buddy," said Dean. "But I'll tell you one thing. If Ruby is scared of this girl…what is she?"
"Well, how about we just find out who she is for now," said Sam, picking up the bowl of blood. "Get your suit on."
Sam and Dean walked into the doctor's office, dressed in their suits.
"How can I help you, gentlemen?" asked Dr. Wagner.
"Certainly hope so," said Dean, flashing his FBI badge. "Agents Lenore and Dixon. We need an identity to go with this blood." He held up the vial of the girl's blood.
"Okay," said Dr. Wagner, accepting the vial. "Just a DNA match?"
"Please," nodded Sam. He and Dean sat in front of the desk while the doctor disappeared into his lab. "What do you think?"
"What do you mean?" asked Dean.
"Well, what do we do about this girl?" asked Sam.
"Well…" began Dean, "we stop these demons from killing her. Then we sit down and have a nice long chat about what's going on."
Sam nodded. "Sounds good to me." Dr. Wagner walked back into the office. "That was quick."
"Well, it's not that hard with today's technology," said Dr. Wagner. "I have finished the tests, and this blood is from one Eve Winchester."
Dean looked over at Sam; both were wide-eyed in shock. Dean looked back up at Dr. Wagner. "What?"
"Uh…" said Dr. Wagner, looking down at his paper work. "Eve Winchester…born May 13, 1981, to a John and Mary Winchester in Lawrence, Kansas. However, Mary Winchester was killed in a house fire on November 2, 1983, and John is presumed missing. She does have two brothers, one older, one younger: Dean Winchester, born January 24, 1979, and Sam Winchester, born May 2, 1983. But they were both killed in a gas explosion in a police station. And how you came across this blood, I'll never know."
"Why?" asked Sam.
"Because she's been dead for twenty-seven years," answered Dr. Wagner. "She died on the night of December 29, 1982, as the result of a burglar break-in. Strange…"
Piping up at the mention of something unusual, Dean asked, "What's strange?"
"This wasn't the first incident involving this girl. On November 13, 1981, the Winchesters reported a domestic disturbance in Eve's nursery."
"November 13, 1981," said Sam. "That would be the night of her six-month birthday?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact. How'd you know?"
"Lucky guess," said Sam.
"Alright, thank you for your time," said Dean. They walked out of the office and climbed into the Impala. "Since when do we have a sister?"
"I don't know," said Sam. "Do you remember anything? She would've died when you were three."
"No, I don't remember any…" Dean trailed off, staring into the distance.
"What?"
"Hang on…There was this little girl that was always around when I was two." He looked at Sam. "I always thought it was a neighbor's kid."
"So, we did have a sister?"
Dean nodded slowly. "I think so, Sammy."
"But she died when she was a baby, which means…"
"Shapeshifter," said Dean with hatred in his eyes.