It is the year 2005. My name is Holly Plake; and I am the younger half-sister of Dean and Sam Winchester. I am fifteen years old. Sam is twenty-two; and Dean is twenty-six. It is after school; and I am talking to my friends (Lauren, Tara, Lindsey, and Amber) outside. I hear the honk of Dad's 1967 Chevy Impala. I say, "Sorry, girls. I have to go now." We all have a group hug. I run up to the car; and, put my Vera Bradley Bermuda Blue backpack on the seat next to me.
I hear a voice say, "Holly, you are not going to say hi to me." I say, "Oh my God, sorry Sam! I thought you were still gone to Stanford." Sam laughs and says, "Well, I returned to the world of hunting." I smile. Dean asks, "Did you make new friends when I was gone?" I say, "Yeah. Four girls named Lauren, Tara, Lindsey, and Amber. I even went to a sleepover over at Amber's house for her fifteenth birthday. " Dean says, "That sounds like fun." I nod and say, "It was, Dean."
Sam asks, "So, no boys yet?" I laugh and say, "Sam, I am more focused on my grades and hunting than I am having a boyfriend or a random hookup with a guy." Dean laughs and asks, "So, you are straight?" I say, "I don't know. I feel like I am in-between straight and asexual. But there is no such thing as that." Sam asks, "So you only want to date or hookup with someone that you feel emotionally attached to?" I say, "Yeah." Sam says, "Same here."
I notice Dean looking out the window checking out one of the football players. I say, "Dean, that guy is an asshole. He is in my math class." Sam asks, "So, Dean, anything you want to share?" Dean says, "Well, Sam, I am bisexual." Sam nods. Dean asks, "So, that doesn't change how you feel about me?" Sam says, "No. I just want you to be happy. You basically raised me since Mom died and raised Holly too once her mom died." Dean nods in a thank you type of way.
Dean turns on the radio. Sam says, "I swear, man, you gotta update your cassette tape collection." Dean asks, "Why?" Sam says, "Well, for one, they're cassette tapes. And two: Black Sabbath, Motorhead, Metallica?! It's the greatest hits of mullet rock." Dean says, "House rules, Sammy. Driver picks the music; shotgun shuts his cake hole." Sam says, "You know, Sammy is a chubby twelve-year-old. It's Sam, okay?" Dean turns up the music; and, says, "Sorry, can't hear you. The music's too loud." Then, we left Jericho, California behind.