Every scenario that could have possibly played out in Hermione's mind did before she came to America. But this, this didn't even occur to her. How in the world did she get stuck with two lunitics for brothers. She knew one thing, she wasn't going to ever ask them a question ever again.

She could feel Dean's eyes on her. Something must of happen to him to not be so trusting. Although she should be the last one talking, after the war she was very untrusting herself. Meeting his gaze she gave him a little smile and waved. He scoffed and turned back around to Sam and their conversation. She might as well have a little fun with him, she was his sister. It was her duty to annoy him a little.

Thinking on how much she wish she had extendable ears, to easedrop. The pair walked in. They had their guns put away but she was sure they were at arms length, ready to grab in case she made any wrong moves.

Sam was the first to speak. "Okay, so say everything you are saying is true. That would make you are sister, yes?"

"Wow, your quick." retorted Hermione.

Mean mugging her, Sam continued "So if you're our sister, we want to know more about you."

Hermione sighed. Well it was a appropiate statement. They did deserve to know about her, but she also deserved a little explanation herself, including why her shirt was wet and why she was sporting a cut on her forearm.

"Okay, I'll tell you about myself. But you also have to answers some questions of mine." Gesturing to her shirt and arm.

Both Dean and Sam looked at each other before Dean gave a firm nod.

"Okay, good. Well where to start? My birthday is Septemeber 19th 1979."

"Ha that makes me your older brother!" yelled Dean, before he coughed his throat and telling her to continue.

"Uhm, I grew up in England, both my parents were Dentists. I was very good in school, in fact I was teased for being a bookworm."

Laughing Dean looked at Sam and said "Guess you have something in common, huh Sam?"

Sam gave a little smile and said "Yeah I guess so."

Feeling the atmosphere get less tense. Hermione asked if she could take a seat at the kitchen table. Getting a yes, she grabbed hold of the chair and sat down. Fidgeting her fingers, she wondered what would happen next. Hearing the beds creak under weight, she glanced back up and saw that her brothers had made themselves comfortable on each of their beds. Not be able to stand the silence any longer she asked "So, you wanna explain why Im soaking wet and bleeding."

Both boys shared a look before Dean spoke "You wouldn't believe us if we told you."

Smirking she replied " Believe me, there are alot of things that I would believe in." She was implying about how she could do magic, but of course the brothers didn't know that. All of a sudden she remember why she was here in the first place. "Where is John?"

Sam looked at her with a sad smile, fearing the worst she mumbled out "What, whats wrong?"

Confriming what she already had a feeling of knowing, Sam let out a soft "He's dead."

She ran her fingers through her hair, she had a chance to at least have one parent left. But in a split second that hope she had was gone.

A/N : Hey everyone Sorry for such a short chapter, I'm just swamp with hours of work. I'll try to update with a longer chapter as soon as I have time. Untill then, review and happy reading :)

-Piper