Chapter 2

You remembered Sam had given you his number and to call if anything happened. Seeing someone with completely black eyes would certainly be something up their alley. You pulled out your phone and quickly searched for his number on your phone. You don't know why but you had saved his number the same day he gave it to you. Now however, you were grateful that you had. You hit the call button and held your breath as you waited for him to answer.

"Hello." Sam answered.

"Sam, it's Y/N."

"Hey, is everything ok?"

"Not really no, i saw something rather... odd. Black eyes." You realised how strained you sounded.

"Where are you?"

"I'm at home."

"We're on our way to you. Just don't open the door until we get there." Sam ordered.

"No I think it would be better if i came to you guys, my mums not speaking to me as it is. I don't want to make things worse."

"Erm, alright we'll pick you up then. We should be there in about ten minutes." Sam ended the call.

You sat on the floor, back still against the door, clutching your phone to your chest like it was your lifeline. You felt very small and vulnerable. After ten long minutes you heard a car pull up outside. Peering out the front window beside the front door you could see it was Sam and Dean and quietly left the house again. You hopped in the car as Dean drove off.

"Tell us what happened." Sam turned to face you from the front passenger seat, Dean watched you in the rear view mirror.

"Well i was just out for a walk, i felt like someone was following me so i stopped round a corner, there wasn't anyone in the road but when i turned around i saw two black eyes. Completely black." You explained as calmly as possible.

"Did it hurt you?" Dean asked seriously.

"No, i punched it in the face."

"You did what?" Sam asks surprised.

Dean chuckles. "Definitely a Winchester."

"Sounds like its a demon. Question is why was it after y/n." Sam thought out loud.

"Well it must know we're in town. Told you something like this would happen. We're bad omens."

Sam shot his brother a rather annoyed look.

"Sorry about him, he's just being a jerk."

"Bitch." Dean retorted.

"It's ok." You reply. You could tell Dean wasn't keen on you but Sam seemed genuinely concerned.

He offered for you to stay with them while they tried to figure out what the demon wanted but after seeing Deans reaction to the suggestion you politely turned him down. Although you didn't know either one of them it hurt you that Dean seemed so disinterested.

They drove you back to your home and bid you goodnight before leaving again. Sam had told you to call him again if you should see the demon again but in the meantime place salt at the bottom of the front and back doors and all the windows. Apparently demons and spirits couldn't cross a salt line.

S & D POV

"What the hell is wrong with you man?" Sam almost yelled.

"Nothing. That demon is probably going after her to get to us, she's going to get hurt. We should never have come here."

"So we find out we have a half sister and you just want to completely ignore her. She's family Dean."

"Yeah and look what happened to the rest of our family Sam. Don't you think we've lost enough people we loved and cared about?"

Sam was taken aback. He thought that Dean had disliked you, instead he was just hiding his real feelings as usual.

"We could train her. The fact that she punched a demon in the face shows she capable of being a hunter, she's bold and brave enough. It would also mean we would have another person watching our backs. It wouldn't just be us anymore."

"No Sam, she's got a normal life and her mum said she was going to university. She has a good thing going for her, a life we never had. She comes with us she's dead, I've got enough blood on my hands. I don't wanna hear about it anymore."

Sam looked at his brothers stern face. He had always wanted a younger sister but never told anyone, not even Dean. But he also knew his brother had a point. Over the years they had lost family, friends and even strangers they were trying to save.

Dean pulled the car into the car park of the hotel they were staying at and went straight to the bar, leaving Sam to go to their room alone. He couldn't deny he liked you. He was impressed at the fact that you had punched a demon in the face and your sarcastic nature was music to his ears but that was also the reason he felt he had to make sure you never suffered the way he and Sam had.

"Hey, thought you went to the room?" Dean asked his younger brother as he glanced over his half drunk glass of whiskey.

"Yeah I did but then i got this feeling that somethings wrong. I think we need to go and check on Y/N."

Dean continued to drink his whiskey, refusing to acknowledge what his brother had said.

"Dude i'm serious, somethings wrong. I can feel it."

"Uh, fine." Dean groaned and practically slammed the empty glass down.

Your POV

After they had dropped you off you decided against your better judgement to linger outside for a while. You kept thinking everything was all just a dream, that you would wake up and things would go back to the way they were. You paced up and down the front garden path, attracting a few stares off the odd passerby.

After a good half an hour of pacing and letting your mind run away with itself you decided to go inside. It was getting cold out and you couldn't help but fold your arms across your waist in an attempt to stop shivering slightly.

Once inside you immediately dump your small shoulder bag into the corner of the hallway but kept on your jacket, still feeling a bit cold. You wandered through the living room into the kitchen expecting to find your mum or sister as you usually did, but no one was there. The living room light had been left on so you assumed they must have just nipped upstairs.

You go upstairs wearily and find your mums bedroom door ajar. It's been closed as of late. Curiosity gets the better of you and you peek round the door. The room is dark so you switch on the light. The room appeared to be empty. A strange patch of colour on the beige carpet caught your eye and upon closer inspection you realise it's blood. You look up and in horror find both your mum and sister pinned to the ceiling, blood dripping from their abdomens.

Fear was frozen in their faces as if they had been screaming and had been permanently stuck that way. You stumble backwards and fall, your heart beating a mile a minute. Your paralysed with fear, your worst nightmare has become reality. Suddenly fire engulfs your mum and sister on the ceiling, spreading rapidly. Still you cannot seem to move, all you can do is look helplessly at the only family you had known as they were licked by the raging flames.

You feel yourself being dragged to your feet and guided out the door to the stairs. You ran downstairs, quickly whipping up your bag as you fly out the front door. Once you were half way down the path you stopped at looked back at the house you had called home for half your life was eaten by fire. You turn to look at the arm still supporting you and realise it's Dean. He had been the one who guided you safely out and stood beside you watching your home as it burnt.

"Come on, we can't stick around, it's not safe." He pulled your arm gently and guided you to the car.

Sam helped you get in before hopping in himself. Dean jumped in and immediately drove off.

He hadn't been driving very long when you felt your stomach do back flips. Sam, who had been watching you carefully since you got in the car ordered Dean to pull over. You quickly hop out and empty the contents of your stomach onto the side of the road. Sam came over and patted your back soothingly. When you finally stopped heaving you felt dizzy and weak. You turned to go back to the car but stumbled and almost fell but Sam immediately caught you and helped you back.

"Hey, just take it easy."

He was constantly checking you were ok the entire ride back to their hotel, giving you a bottle of refreshing cool water, handing you tissues and giving reassurance. By the time you all reached the hotel you were exhausted and reality was starting to set in. You had lost everything. And now you felt you were being a burden to two guys who you barely knew, one of which you were certain disliked you.

They took you to their room and Sam sat you down on one of the beds. He helped you take off your jacket and placed it on a chair along with your bag. You crawled further up the bed and curled up, resting your head on the pillow and allowed yourself to drift into a restless sleep.

S+D POV

"I can't believe they don't have any spare rooms. You know what they did tell me though, our room has a spare fold out mattress with extra pillows and blankets. Looks like one of us is sleeping on the floor." Dean grumbled.

After you had gone to sleep he had gone to the front desk to see if they had a spare room for you to stay in but the hotel was fully booked.

"Ssh, she's fast asleep." Sam whispered. "What are we going to do now? It's no coincidence that a few days after she saw that demon all this happens. What the hell does it want?"

"Well it looks like she's staying with us until we find it and kill it. I call dibs on the bed." Dean replied.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Why should i be the one to sleep on the floor?"

"Because technically the bed she's sleeping on was the one you slept in." Dean finished with a huge smirk.

"Fine. When she wakes in the morning I guess we will have to ask her what happened."

"That's going to be fun."