The back of the photo read 'Big Brother Dean- holding the twins.

I took the photo in my hand, staring at the second baby in the photo. As I held it a storm of emotions ran through me. Horror and revulsion and betrayal and so much else…

It was mean.

Or, this body.

That baby was me.

What other exclamation was there?

There wasn't one in the show.

Usually, if there was a change like this, it involves me. This change line Sam having a twin line had to be one too.

Holy shit. I don't know how I feel about this what other explanation was there?

I don't know how I feel about this change.

Dean handed Sam another photo. It was of Mary with the two babies.

'Sam William & Millicent Rachel Winchester. May '83'

I gawked at it.

"We- have a sister?" Sam stuttered, stunned.

"I guess we do." Dean replied. "She's in every photo of you, so she's- she's your-"

"Twin." Sam finished. He stared at the photo in new shock. "I have a twin sister." He looked over at Dean. "You never said anything?"

"I didn't remember." Dean excused. "Dad never said anything. It was always about Mom."

Both brothers paused, staring at the pictures of their sister.

"What happened to her?" Sam asked.

"I don't know." Dean answered. "But...there isn't anything of her after that night."

"You think Mom's not the only one who died?" Sam asked.

Dean hesitated. "Did you feel her ghost there?"

"No." San answered, looking relieved. He turned. "Ra-" He stopped. "Raven?"

In my hands was the photo of Mary holding twin babies.

"Raven?" Dean asked. He turned around too. "What is it?"

"Millie."

The name chimed in my skull- with memories unwanted.

"Millie Rachel."

More chimes, ringing louder and louder. They were chimes becoming bells becoming alarms.

"Raven." Sam prompted.

"I need air." So I left the car.

==DG==

Then

Millie Winchester went missing November 2, 1983.

Well not 'missing' exactly.

See people had to notice you were gone to declare you missing. Even most deadbeats get declared missing if they miss a few days of work.

You also don't get declared missing if people assume they know where you've gone.

Everyone- except for two little boys too young to really remember her- thought Millie Winchester was in a grave right next to her mother.

But, as one Raven Quinzel (aka Morgan Spencer) learned, that wasn't at all true.

The memories hit her like a flash, as if they'd always been there. How silly she was for not noticing them.

==DG==

Her first ever clear memory is of her adoptive mother showing off her fangs.

But at the last second, her mother lashed out on a nearby human.

The human screamed.

Little Millie- was unfortunately used to it.

==DG==

Her next clear memory was of when she was a child.

"Millie, Millie, Millie." The vampire tsked at Millie.

She held Millie's chin hard in her hand. She squeezed until Millie squeaked in pain.

"Such a disappointment." The vampire complained. "I see why your mom gave you up."

She pushed Millie onto the ground.

"Can't even get dinner to provide for your nest." The vampire scolded. "After we took you in-"

She kicked Millie's leg. The child whined.

"-fed you-"

Other vampires in the room began to cackle. They heard Millie's whimpers of pain.

"-kept you human-"

She kicked Millie's back. Not enough to maim, just to push the child into her front.

"You're garbage." The vampire snarled. "Come on everyone. We need to hunt for ourselves now."

The nest of vamps ran from their house, leaving the hurt child behind.

Millie remembered she was only six.

==DG==

Her next memory is of a small child, her size and age.

She was a ginger child. Skin pale enough to make anyone think she's already been drained of blood. Her hair was bright orange, hanging down flat on the side of her head. None of the usual joy from a child shined in her dark blue eyes.

The child's shirt was splashed in blood. According to the others, her mom had died right in front of her.

"I'm Millie." She introduced herself. She held out her hand.

The girl stared at the hand blankly. Millie was concerned for a moment that the child had already been broken by the nest. Then the girl took Millie's hand. "Molly."

They were six.

==DG==

Molly had come into the Nest after her parents had died. Her birthday was on September 17, 1983.

Millie had said that was her birthday too.

But the truth was? She never had a birthday before.

==DG==

"Raven is the cool one!" Millie argued, reading a worn out DC comic.

"Nah- it's Ivy." Molly argued, reading another DC comic.

They had to be quiet. The vamps had decided to sleep in today. There wasn't a lot of options to have fun when you were raised by monsters.

"Ivy's a bad guy." Millie pointed out.

"Shut up- that comic said Raven was the daughter of a demon." Molly pointed out.

"She's not a bad guy though. She uses magic to stop people." Millie countered.

Molly huffed. "Ivy does too."

"To kill people."

"Yeah but like, the bad ones." Molly huffed.

Millie smiled. When Molly saw she smiled too.

"BRATS!" Their nest mother shouted.

Millie and Molly winced.

They had work now.

==DG==

She was twelve the day she'd had enough.

Millie found out an ugly truth- one that disgusted her. Pushed a boundary she hadn't even known she had.

Molly had been abused- for years. Far worse than Millie ever got it.

The vamps would kick and punch at Millie. They would leave her just hurt enough that she could be used on hunts. Never breaking bone, or taking blood unless last resort. She was their best source of food gathering, after all. But Millie had shown up to their bed mat with lots of bruised eyes and nearly broken arms.

But Molly had it worse.

She'd been taken by vamps and the occasional human (mostly for bait) that had a taste of young flesh.

They'd touched her sister.

Used her sister.

Clearly the Nest needed to die.

==DG==

Millie had found a way to kill vampires awhile ago. Like the legacy that she was, she found it in a day.

But she was too weak to chop off heads. The other option was dead man's blood.

Which...kinda had a key ingredient that Millie couldn't just brush aside.

She had to wait. For a time that they were hunting- using Millie again as bait.

She had to kill him first. Before the vamps could get a bite in. It had looked like a simple fall (the man was overly friendly- Millie had to consider this justified) down stairs. Then, she fed him to the Nest.

Oh that were a little miffed that the guy was out. The Nest liked the screams, usually. But they made do anyways.

For awhile.

One.

By one.

By one.

The Nest- the only family Millie had ever had- dropped.

Until only Mama was left.

==DG==

Mama was mad.

Millie could Mama holding tightly to Molly's neck.

So, yeah, mad.

"Dead man's blood." Mama praised, chuckling. "Clever brat."

Millie watched in panic. A drop of blood was streaming down Molly's neck.

Mama showed off her fangs.

"But not clever enough."

"NO!"

Yes. Millie was a prodigy.

Unfortunately that legacy was in being a Winchester.

==DG==

The next memory had Molly tearing out the throat of a werewolf, her fangs coated in red.

==DG==

Those next memories were coming in flashes.

Killing werewolves.

Burning ghosts.

Undoing curses. (Millie had a knack for that)

Killing any vamps they could find.

They saved the monsters were who just trying to live.

They stopped bad people from hurting good people.

They changed their names- Raven and Ivy Quinzel.

Their own family business.

It was good.

==DG==

Once, they were taking on a nest of vamps.

Hunters came too.

Millie had finished with her target. She grinned, cleaning off her blade from vampire blood. She coated it in deadman's blood that need cleaning too...meh she'd do that later.

"'Ey Ivy!" Millie called out. She tucked her machete back in her belt. "You good?"

No reply.

Millie huffed. "Did I beat you again?"

She walked around the dead nest. She heard sounds of fighting. She followed them even when they stopped.

Millie walked outside, where the commotion was coming.

She saw the hunters they had ended up with. Bastards, the both of them. One kept flirting with Molly ('she's twenty dammit! Leave her be!' But Molly hated it when Millie went all 'big-sister' so she shut up.)

"Hey."

The hunters turned to her. They were splattered with blood. Overall okay.

They were concerned.

"Where's Ivy-"

Then she saw.

A head of ginger hair.

Just the head.

Molly was not good.

"What. Did you do?" Millie asked, voice going cold.

A hunter sighed, as though breaking bad news to a victim's loved one. "She got bit."

Millie fought not to gawk.

But she pulled her machete back out.

"She got bit when we were twelve." Millie revealed. She turned her cold gaze to the hunter. "And you killed her."

He died.

==DG==

Millie became Morgan two years later.

She met Dean a month after that.

==DG==

Which...brought us back to now.

==DG==

"Raven!" Dean called out.

My hand was running through my hair, brushing it down. The memories had come through in a barrage- unending and unyielding. Memories that I had- admittedly- requested.

Now I regret it.

"RAVEN!" Dean shouted, breaking me out of the thoughts.

He came up to my side, shaking my shoulder. Sam was at my opposite side. "Raven what's wrong?"

"Millie was my name. Before." I revealed.

Sam and Dean froze.

"That- That was my name. I changed it to Raven- when I-" -arrived on this world. -needed to. "-when I left that house."

The brothers hadn't moved. Their expressions stated that same kind of shocked.

"They told me I was adopted. That I- that I was given up. But- but they said- they were liars why did I believe-" My fingers threaded into my hair, tugging on the strands. "They lie. I should have known."

"You might be-" Sam choked on his words. He swallowed. He glanced at Dean who continued to gawk at me. "-our sister?"

I nodded.

Then I fell to my knees.

Sam knelt next to me. He put a hand on my shoulder. This was so chaotic I didn't know how to stop him. "You said you had a sister."

"She was adopted. She was all I had in that house." I sniffled, wiping at my cheeks even though I was too shocked to even cry.

"Millie?" Sam tried the word out on his tongue.

Fuck it was awful.

"Sam." Holy fuck that word just left my mouth but it was because Sam was- Fucking Storyline I hate dealing with emotions. "Oh-"

Sam pulled me in for a hug. I hugged him back.

Author's Fucking Storyline.

I'm gonna kill Chuck.

==DG==

AN: Did I give you a new chapter? Yes. Was it what you wanted? Probably.

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