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I had decided to leave the diner before those men came over and bothered me, I was afriad and I didn't know why they were staring, but they followed me anyway. Not for what I thought though. I was bleeding, bad, and I stumbled on the way out of the diner. Heading to that church down the way.
I was so stupid but right now I'm scared. Those two men took me to there hotel when I passed out, I'll explained how I let that happen, cause even if I die later on least this is proof I existed. I went to the church like I said, clutching my side on the way, those men followed in a black 67 Impala. I seen before somewhere....but I can't remember, it was when I was young though.
The men went inside after me, I had caught there attention somehow, I drew my sword and pointed it at me. And like on someones cue the engravings alongside the blade glowed that faint blue, clear it wasn't a human weapon, they never seemed afriad though...which meant they were hunters. If I wasn't gonna die from the wound, they would sure finish me off, but they never drew there guns....no knives either. They told me to calm down that I needed help, they seen the blood in the diner, apparently I left a small trail to my booth no one else noticed it. The shorter one of the two didn't seem thrilled to be on the end of my sword, but he insisted they weren't gonna hurt me, it was like he knew I was a hunter too. He didn't see my eyes then....or they wouldn't have helped me at all.

By the time I woke up I found myself in a bed in a rundown motel room, the two men were talking or more like arguing near the door, my sunglasses were on the table beside the bed. And my things were on the coffee table beside the couch in the room, my sword wasn't no longer in the blanket. They looked at it.
I managed to caught a few words here and there as I was waking up, before they noticed, something like "Dad"....."And he wrote something about it", I didn't get anything else by the time they noticed I was awake. My eyes shut when they stopped talking and looked over at me, I could feel there eyes on me, they asked why I wasn't opening my eyes. I made up a lie about they hurt or something.My wound had been stitched up....with dental floss, I felt over it as I sat up in the bed, it was sticky and glossy. The shorter one told me not to worry about what it was, it would heal all the same no matter if it was real stitches, they asked how....I had my sword like they knew it. Told them it was my family's blade and had been in the family for generations, when I reached for my sunglasses and put them on I finally noticed that he had my sword in his hand, like he was gonna take it.The taller one spoke next....saying there dad knew a hunter that used one very similar, that was my mom, and that's what I told them. They both shared this weird look and asked what my name was.....so I told them and they told me. I about felt my heart burst.
Sam and Dean Winchester. I finally found my two brothers!
Sam was the skyscraper and Dean was shorter then Sam, it could almost seem that Sam was older but by there faces Dean was older, which makes me the youngest here. Sam seemed almost happy, like he was the older brother now, Dean didn't seem so convinced. Still doesn't now.
Right now I'm in the back of the car and Dean's driving while Sam is on his phone, checking out with contacts that may have known about my mother, Dean wants to make sure I'm really a Winchester here. I can see we're gonna have fun for awhile now, nothing like a paranoid hunter.

April 9
They finally found out about me from this Bobby Singer guy, he apparently knew my mom, I'm kinda excited to know more on how he knew my mom. Hes probably a hunter as well which makes me nervous, no ones seen my eyes yet, knows about my curse. I wondered how mom kept it secret from other hunters, or maybe she told the ones she trusted. Like my so called father John. Which would explain why I'm here, he probably didn't care or understood we're still human despite being able to change into wolves.
Right now we're heading to this guys house, I fell asleep in the back seat and the way it seems to me, Dean hasn't stopped anywhere since yesterday. Yeah....I feel tension ahead for sure. Feeling the love already, not that I was expecting open arms for there long lost sister, I was kinda expecting the doubt and distrust. Sam seems almost joyed at having more family, but theirs distrust there too deep down, there obviously not ready to lay down there lives for me.In time we'll be alright. Long as they don't dump me off on the side of the road, while we were heading to Sioux falls South Dakota, which I guess is where this Bobby Singer lives....Sam's been talking with me. Hes been trying to get me to talk about where I was from, why I was on my own, some things I answered and most things I didn't.I felt it was none of there business why I was all alone, its not happy memories to bring up, which he must have sensed since he dropped that subject. Now hes just asking what kind of things I like, trying to know me now, Dean's been quite for awhile.
When we got there I was surprised where this guy lived, he had his own junk yard, outside the house looked like it belonged in a junk yard. Inside it was like a flea market. There was crap everywhere, some guns which I was told not to touch, books....so many damn books, lotta old ones too. Probably for research purposes. Hunters....Yeah my family has been hunters for centuries, but a different kind, we've learned to adapt to our curse. Tell monsters from there smell, track them easy, sure my mom had her nose in books too. But I ain't one for research, I'd rather just jump right to the action.I was introduced to Bobby and he actually matched the look of the house, he seemed like a red neck to me, probably is I don't know. He was definitely a hunter though. And he knew my mom and dad, in fact he was the one who introduced them to each other, he said my mom was the best hunter he knew. She saved his life once too.Apparently John was trying to track a demon and he and my mom partnered up, they caught a black eyed bastard in a trap and interrogated him, my mom was so badass. I really miss her.
Dean and Bobby left the room after awhile and talked in the kitchen, most likely about me, after all I'm the reason we're here after all. Dean wanted to make sure I was who I said I was, if I wasn't he would have definitely killed me. While they were talking Sam explained this tattoo I should get on my body, he sketched it down and said it would protect me from getting possessed by demons, demons tried that once....oddly it didn't stay inside too long.
Don't know if I'm gonna get this tattooed on me.

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{Same day. Different page.}

I had decided to leave the diner before those men came over and bothered me, I was afriad and I didn't know why they were staring, but they followed me anyway. Not for what I thought though. I was bleeding, bad, and I stumbled on the way out of the diner. Heading to that church down the way.
I was so stupid but right now I'm scared. Those two men took me to there hotel when I passed out, I'll explained how I let that happen, cause even if I die later on least this is proof I existed. I went to the church like I said, clutching my side on the way, those men followed in a black 67 Impala. I seen before somewhere....but I can't remember, it was when I was young though.
The men went inside after me, I had caught there attention somehow, I drew my sword and pointed it at me. And like on someones cue the engravings alongside the blade glowed that faint blue, clear it wasn't a human weapon, they never seemed afriad though...which meant they were hunters. If I wasn't gonna die from the wound, they would sure finish me off, but they never drew there guns....no knives either. They told me to calm down that I needed help, they seen the blood in the diner, apparently I left a small trail to my booth no one else noticed it. The shorter one of the two didn't seem thrilled to be on the end of my sword, but he insisted they weren't gonna hurt me, it was like he knew I was a hunter too. He didn't see my eyes then....or they wouldn't have helped me at all.

By the time I woke up I found myself in a bed in a rundown motel room, the two men were talking or more like arguing near the door, my sunglasses were on the table beside the bed. And my things were on the coffee table beside the couch in the room, my sword wasn't no longer in the blanket. They looked at it.
I managed to caught a few words here and there as I was waking up, before they noticed, something like "Dad"....."And he wrote something about it", I didn't get anything else by the time they noticed I was awake. My eyes shut when they stopped talking and looked over at me, I could feel there eyes on me, they asked why I wasn't opening my eyes. I made up a lie about they hurt or something.My wound had been stitched up....with dental floss, I felt over it as I sat up in the bed, it was sticky and glossy. The shorter one told me not to worry about what it was, it would heal all the same no matter if it was real stitches, they asked how....I had my sword like they knew it. Told them it was my family's blade and had been in the family for generations, when I reached for my sunglasses and put them on I finally noticed that he had my sword in his hand, like he was gonna take it.The taller one spoke next....saying there dad knew a hunter that used one very similar, that was my mom, and that's what I told them. They both shared this weird look and asked what my name was.....so I told them and they told me. I about felt my heart burst.
Sam and Dean Winchester. I finally found my two brothers!
Sam was the skyscraper and Dean was shorter then Sam, it could almost seem that Sam was older but by there faces Dean was older, which makes me the youngest here. Sam seemed almost happy, like he was the older brother now, Dean didn't seem so convinced. Still doesn't now.
Right now I'm in the back of the car and Dean's driving while Sam is on his phone, checking out with contacts that may have known about my mother, Dean wants to make sure I'm really a Winchester here. I can see we're gonna have fun for awhile now, nothing like a paranoid hunter.

April 9
They finally found out about me from this Bobby Singer guy, he apparently knew my mom, I'm kinda excited to know more on how he knew my mom. Hes probably a hunter as well which makes me nervous, no ones seen my eyes yet, knows about my curse. I wondered how mom kept it secret from other hunters, or maybe she told the ones she trusted. Like my so called father John. Which would explain why I'm here, he probably didn't care or understood we're still human despite being able to change into wolves.
Right now we're heading to this guys house, I fell asleep in the back seat and the way it seems to me, Dean hasn't stopped anywhere since yesterday. Yeah....I feel tension ahead for sure. Feeling the love already, not that I was expecting open arms for there long lost sister, I was kinda expecting the doubt and distrust. Sam seems almost joyed at having more family, but theirs distrust there too deep down, there obviously not ready to lay down there lives for me.In time we'll be alright. Long as they don't dump me off on the side of the road, while we were heading to Sioux falls South Dakota, which I guess is where this Bobby Singer lives....Sam's been talking with me. Hes been trying to get me to talk about where I was from, why I was on my own, some things I answered and most things I didn't.I felt it was none of there business why I was all alone, its not happy memories to bring up, which he must have sensed since he dropped that subject. Now hes just asking what kind of things I like, trying to know me now, Dean's been quite for awhile.
When we got there I was surprised where this guy lived, he had his own junk yard, outside the house looked like it belonged in a junk yard. Inside it was like a flea market. There was crap everywhere, some guns which I was told not to touch, books....so many damn books, lotta old ones too. Probably for research purposes. Hunters....Yeah my family has been hunters for centuries, but a different kind, we've learned to adapt to our curse. Tell monsters from there smell, track them easy, sure my mom had her nose in books too. But I ain't one for research, I'd rather just jump right to the action.I was introduced to Bobby and he actually matched the look of the house, he seemed like a red neck to me, probably is I don't know. He was definitely a hunter though. And he knew my mom and dad, in fact he was the one who introduced them to each other, he said my mom was the best hunter he knew. She saved his life once too.Apparently John was trying to track a demon and he and my mom partnered up, they caught a black eyed bastard in a trap and interrogated him, my mom was so badass. I really miss her.
Dean and Bobby left the room after awhile and talked in the kitchen, most likely about me, after all I'm the reason we're here after all. Dean wanted to make sure I was who I said I was, if I wasn't he would have definitely killed me. While they were talking Sam explained this tattoo I should get on my body, he sketched it down and said it would protect me from getting possessed by demons, demons tried that once....oddly it didn't stay inside too long.
Don't know if I'm gonna get this tattooed on me.