Ch. 3: Meet Your Brothers

I shivered as I woke to the cold of the darkness that was surrounding. I never was allowed any light in my bedroom. I had to feel my way around. But after what happened the night before, I never wanted to get up again. A lone tear slid down my cheek as I remembered how evil my adopted father had been and began to sob again.

"HEY BITCH!" my 'father' yelled up the stairs. "COME DOWN HERE AND COOK BREAKFAST! YOUR BROTHER IS STARVING!"

I got up slowly and looked down realizing I was still wearing the ripped clothing that Dad had destroyed last night. I took a deep shuddering breath and knowing I didn't have any other sets of clothes I walked gingerly down the stairs trying not to jar any of my injuries.

My 'brother's' eyes widened as he saw my appearance and his jaw drop, but closed quickly knowing it wouldn't help things. 'I'm sorry' he mouthed at me and I shook my head mentally telling him it wasn't his fault.

"What would he like to eat, Father?" I asked him as I knew not to talk to Chris.

My 'father' smirked as he took in my appearance and remembered his horrifying (to me and Chris, anyway) actions last night. Then he glared at me and growled, "You know what he likes. Eggs, bacon, and French toast. Get on it, now, you lousy whore."

I swallowed the lump in my throat and concentrated on the fact that I was going to be saved soon and I took a deep breath to calm myself. I hurried to the stove and began to cook my brother's breakfast.

A few hours later (Chris was at school)…

I heard a car pull into the driveway and saw it was a black '67 Chevy Impala. I know I'm a girl and everything, but I do know my cars, well this one anyway. I watched out of my bedroom window as two guys climbed out of the car. One looked slightly older than one and they looked to be about 25. 'They must be my brothers!' I thought excitedly, cracking a smile that hadn't been seen for years. I started to get up but I was allowed downstairs unless I was called so I agonizingly stayed put.

I heard the two men knock on the door and my mom (dad was working and mom was off) answer the door. Surprisingly she said, "Hello, you must be the Winchesters. Come in and please hurry. She's upstairs. The smoke…it did something terrible last night. It made my husband…I can't say, it's too terrible." I heard her burst into tears and then I heard hurried footsteps on the stairs and I tried to make myself look presentable, but there was nothing I could do. I was covered in dried blood, bruises and dried tears and my clothes were torn so bad it looked like I was half-naked.

Then…they entered and I got my first look of my brothers and they, me. Their eyes grew wide as they took in my appearance and the taller one with brown hair gasped.

"Larisa?" the one with the green eyes spoke hesitantly. I nodded slowly and they introduced themselves as Sam and Dean. "Larisa…what happened to you last night?"

"Dean," Sam elbowed his…our brother in the stomach.

"It's okay," I said with determination and knowledge that I was saved. "You're family. You deserve to know. Father…I mean Gary, he…(I gulped and whispered the last part) he raped me and beat me."

Dean stared in blatant shock at me and his eyes darkened with anger. Sam looked ready to kill somebody, namely my adopted father. They each took deep breaths.

Then Sam said, "Larisa, why don't you and I go to the car, while Dean talks to Mrs. Cates? You might want to get your stuff, you're not coming back."

I shook and squeaked out an "Okay, but I don't have anything to bring to the car. They threw out my stuff a couple of years ago. This is all I have to wear." I hung my head before I finished.

Dean's face looked livid before it became expressionless once again. Sam looked sadly at me and nodded. I took a deep breath and said, "You guys promise you won't hurt me like this family did?"

Dean and Sam frowned and both said at the same time, "Of course not!" My lips quivered as they said that and then Sam said, "You're our sister, we'd never do that to you."

I sobbed as I threw my arms around Sam and then felt Dean's arms circle around ours and I sobbed harder.

"It's going to be alright, honey," soothed Sam as I felt him petting my hair. I stopped crying a minute later and sniffed.

"Well…" I paused. "let's get the show on the road and get the hell out of Dodge." My eyes widened as I thought, 'Did I really just say that?'

Dean and Sam stared, then burst out laughing. I hesitated and then laughed the first time in a long time.

"Come on, Lari," said Sam, taking my hand and giving me a nickname. I flinched at the contact and then relaxed as I realized it was Sam, not my abusive adopted father. I smiled weakly at the name. He smiled back and led me quickly down the stairs and to the car. I did not look back. I climbed into the backseat and asked if Sam could sit back here with me and he complied.

Dean slid into the driver's seat a few minutes and wearing an expression I couldn't read. So I asked, "Dean, this car? It's a '67 Chevy Impala, isn't it?"

I heard Sam groan beside me and Dean twisted around in his seat to stare at me, a grin growing from ear to ear. "Yeah, how'd you know?" he asked bouncing in his seat like a two-year-old. I laughed for the second time that day, which was a record for me.

"Well…let's just say I know a little bit about cars," I smirked at him and Sam chuckled. I grinned at my big brothers. They grinned back at me.

"Alright, let's get this baby started," Dean said, making me smile. He cranked the car and backed out of the drive, on the road to somewhere.