"Sammy!" Dean yelled as he carried me into a motel room.
"What? Come on, we gotta go, I gotta get back to Stanford by tonight, you know that- who is that?" Sam asked, looking at me.
Jeez, if I was someone who liked attention, I would've been in seventh heaven.
"Sam, remember that girl in all the pictures Dad carries around?" Dean asked, still gripping me tightly in his arms.
"Yeah, so?"
"Remember the back-story?" Dean asked, looking at him.
"She was your twin sister and she died in the fire-" Sam stopped talking and stared at my face.
"Hey, baby brother," I said, wiping the tears that were quickly multiplying on my face.
"Mari?" Sam whispered, walking over to us.
"Yep. You don't look very different. Same pouty face, same sparkling eyes. You're still the Sammy I remember," I said as Dean put me down.
"Oh my god," Sam said, hugging me and spinning me around.
I laughed until he put me down.
"Where have you been?!" Dean asked, handing me a bottle of water.
"Thanks. Life's been a bitch, lately," I said, downing the whole thing in a few sips.
"Well, you're just like Dean, but he does that with beer," Sam said, grinning.
"Shut up. Here, come on, Mari, we gotta get Sam back to Stanford for his interview by tonight. Are you awake enough to talk in the car?" Dean asked, handing me his jacket.
When I put it on, we determined I wouldn't be able to walk anywhere in it, because if I wanted to, I could've used it as a bridal train.
"Yeah, I'm good, but can you carry me to the car?" I asked, holding out my arms.
"Sure. Come on, Sammy!" Dean said, carrying me out to the-
"Oh my god, you still have the '67!" I said, beaming at my father's car.
"Yep! It's mine now," Dean said, beaming.
"Nice, bro! Hmm," I said, looking at the backseat.
"What?" Dean asked as Sam threw their bags in the backseat.
"Can I sit in your lap?" I asked, looking at him.
After we determined that we had no car seat and that would not be terribly safe or responsible on Dean or Sam's part, I was handed over to Sam.
"Marianna, will you stay still?" Sam fussed at me as he tried to get me into a comfortable position on his lap.
"Sam, will you shut your cakehole?" I asked, looking at him.
Dean tried unsuccessfully to hold in a laugh.
"You are Dean's sister. Okay, WHERE have you been?" Sam asked, opening a map.
"I don't know, but I remember waking up in an alley back in Jericho. That's when I ran into Dean. But I don't know where I was for- how many years?" I asked Dean.
"Twenty-two."
"Twenty-two years. I'm pretty stumped- ah!" I screamed as I doubled over in pain.
"Mari!" Dean asked, pulling over on the freeway.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked.
I had visions in my head. I saw fire, people on fire, I heard screams, agonizing screams and I heard maniacal laughter.
I saw a man with bright yellow eyes. "I got you just where I want you, Marianna-Grace Iris Winchester," I heard the voice say.
"MARI!" Dean's voice brought me back to reality.
"I'm fine," I said, my head clearing itself of all terrifying images.
"What happened? Are you okay?" Sam asked, giving me another bottle of water.
I looked at them and almost knocked them over with shock.
"I think I was in Hell."