Rachel gripped the piece of paper close to her. She compared the address on the paper to the one in front of her. It was the right one. She grabbed her duffle bag and swung it over her shoulder and walked through the double doors. Not meeting anyone's glance she hastily walked to the elevators and pressed the button. Once inside she let out the breathe she was holding. She didn't understand why she was so nervous, it was just her mother after all. The mother that gave her up for money and then years later tried to make contact just to decided it was too hard and left once more, just after she adopted a new daughter. Yeah she shouldn't be nervous at all. Before she knew it she was standing in front of 127, finger hovering just above the door bell. Squeezing her eyes shut in hopes if would give her some kind of courage she quickly pressed the door bell.
No soon had she done so, the door swung open to reveal Shelby.
"Rachel, I'm so glad you're here. Please come in. Make yourself at home." Shelby said moving out of the way and gesturing inside.
"Thank you." replied Rachel. Walking inside she sat down her duffle bag next to the couch and sat down. Fiddling her fingers she looked up at Shelby. "I'm sorry I called so last minute, it's just..there was something strange going on at my apartment. There was banging noise and things were starting to fly off of where they were placed!" Becoming hysterical she stopped talking and took deep breathes. she shut her eyes once more and repeated in her head to calm down. But she was anything but calm, she nervous by being here and still scared of what happen not an hour before. Feeling Shelby walk by and sit next to her, she opened her eyes.
"What happened Rachel? What was going on at your apartment, were you hurt?" asked Shelby grabbing Rachel's hands and holding on tightly too them.
Rachel felt tears begin, escalating to full on sobs. She threw herself in her mother's arm and sputtered out "There was something there, it wasn't human mom. IT wasn't human."
Still crying in her mother's arm she felt Shelby gasp. Her mother gripped tightly onto her and spoke slowly. "Rachel, I think I might have someone who can help you."
Rachel pulled herself together and leaned back. Wiping her face from the tears she asked in a broken voice, "You believe me? I thought you would think I was crazy or something and send me off."
Shelby gave her a small smile. "No Rachel, I wouldn't send you off. And I don't think you're crazy." Shelby suddenly turned to face forward, "Rachel I think it's time I tell you the whole story. Why I gave you up."
Rachel looked at her mother in confusion. "What do you mean, why you gave me up. Didn't Father and Daddy pay you to be their surrogate?"
"No. They didn't. I was already pregnant with you when I meant your fathers."
Sitting up straighter Rachel asked "Does that mean, I'm not really their daughter. I mean we never knew you was truly my father because they mixed the sperm up. At least that's what they told me. You're saying that they never gave you their sperm to begin with. "
"Yes, they adopted you. I gave you away because I was young and scared. Alone too and I wanted a good life for you and I knew I couldn't give that. So I meant with your fathers and we came up with the agreement that I would hand you over too them, when I had you."
Shocked Rachel was at a lost for words. Finally able to find her voice again she asked "Then who is my real father? Does he even know I exist?"
Shelby turned to her and met her eyes. "Your father's name is Dean Winchester."
