Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural

Author's Note: Just in case anyone missed it, there will be NO OC romance with any of the characters. As my first OC story, I hope you enjoy it. Please forgive any mistakes.

Amber stared at her mom in complete shock. After a while she found her voice. "Wha-" She swallowed to wet her throat. "What do you mean?" She asked in a shaky voice.

Still staring her in the eyes, she responded. "You never were ours, you were given to us to watch over until you were old enough to be able protect yourself."

She stood up fast, making her chair clash to the ground. Amber shook her head in denial and allowed tears to stream down her face. "No. NO! That's impossible! Remember, me and Brian are always mistaken as twins, Remember!? NO, you're lying!" She cried out. Please momma, tell me this is a joke. Please. But then again, she isn't my mom is she. She thought bitterly.

The woman, Amber once thought of as her mother, turned her gaze to her hands that was in her hands, to avoid facing Amber. "He made you look alike so no one would question your birth. It will be wearing off soon." She whispers. She stands up and outs a hand on Amber's shoulder. "I am so sorry."

Amber quickly backs away from her. "Don't you dare touch me!" She hissed. She turns and runs out into the rain, not caring that she is only in her tank top and pajama pants. Once she had calmed down she realizes that she had not been paying attention to where she had been going. Glancing around, she notices she had somehow had ended up at a motel that is far from her house.

Amber puts her head in her hands, I can't tell what is my tears and what is the rain, she thinks humorlessly. Not wanting to return home, she continues at a slower pace. The calmness that she felt brought to her attention that not only did she forget her shoes, but that she was freezing, and her headache came back with a vengeance. That in turn made her too distracted to pay attention to what was in front of her. She was jolted from her thoughts when she collided into someone. Amber took a few steps back. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." She apologized.

A smooth young voice spoke up. "It's fine, I wasn't really paying attention to where I was going either."

When she looked up, she saw a young man in his late twenties or early thirties with a long brown hair, wearing a brown jacket over a plaid shirt and jeans.

"Are you ok?" The man asked, while sounding like he had been trying to get her attention for a while.

The constant pounding in her head kept her from answering. Amber started to sway on her feet, the man came closer as if to catch her. She noticed that he was trying to say something, but the blackness that slowly filled her vison kept her from figuring out what he was trying to say.

Author's Note: So, I'm pretty sure all of you can figure out who this mysterious man is. See you next chapter!