"Mum! I may or may not have gotten a detention today, so sorry I'm late." I trailed off, stopping in the kitchen as I looked around the place, my eyes landing on a bunch of cup cakes.

Taking one I casually walked in my black boots, skinny jeans, white tank and long sleeved red and black checkered fleece as I walked into the lounge room, where I dropped my cup cake in shock.

"Mum...?" I whispered before I slowly backed up and away from my mother's red painted body.

Stumbling into the kitchen I quickly hurried over to the knives, snatched one up and ran to the back door and yanked it open.

Gasping I stumbled back as the guy walked into my house, tilting his head, "Hello, Christine."

"Who the fuck are you?!"

Without answering he stepped inside and closed the door behind him, "Move." I demanded.

His eyes turn from blue to black, "You can't give me orders, Winchester." eyes widened at the fact his eyes had changed color - like how I see it happen in horror movies.

Without any hesitance I embedded the knife in the guys chest and scrambled away from him. Scowling at me, he grabbed the knife handle before pulling it out of his chest and dropped it on the floor, "That won't hurt me, little one."

"Shit." turning around I came face to face with another black eyed person and quickly ducked under his arms and ran up the stairs to my bedroom and slammed the door. Locking it I hurried over to the window and tried to open it.

"Come on, come on! Why did my parents have to lock it today?!"

A loud bang happens behind me and I turned to see the guy stepping through the broken door, "Oh my god..." I slid down the wall as I watched in horror as the man walked towards me - in a blink of an eye someone appeared before me and put his hand on the guys face.

Closing my eyes I waited for my life to end.

"Christine Winchester?"

Slowly I opened my eyes I looked up at the man in a trench coat, "I'm Christine, not Winchester though. I'm Smith-"

He bends down, tilting his as he stares at me, "Your Christine Winchester. You're coming with-" he stops, staring at me with wide eyes.

"Where's my dad? Who was that man?" I whispered.

"She's ours!" looking behind the man I gasped and shoved him to the side as the black eyed woman tried to stab him with a silver stick, instead it went into my shoulder.

Screaming in agony, she didn't seemed phased as she yanked it out of my shoulder and turned to the trench coated man, who put a hand over her face, causing her to scream, making me close my eyes as I pressed against my wound.

I felt an arm wrap around my waist, causing my eyes to snap open as I stared at the trench coat man as he helped to my feet as I leaned on him, "I'm going to-" he was cut off by an angry battle cry.

Shifting me as I was out of view and under the side of his trench coat I hear a loud thud as he suddenly starts dragging me out of my bedroom, "We need to go to the Winchester's-"

"No way! I don't even know you-"

"We've met before."

"No we haven't! Please! Let me go!" I cried out in pain as he bumped my shoulder.

"I can't do that, Christine Winchester-"

"CAS!" our attention snapped to two males as they stood, chests heaving as they stared at the two of us in shock.

"Is she...?"

"Your sister." Trench coat - Cas says as he wrapped his arms around me, earning narrowed eyes from the two men as they edged forward towards us.

"Let her go Cas-"

"I can't."

"Why not?" Dean growls.

"S-she's wounded."

"Then give her to me so we can-" they were cut off by a man flying through a wall and my dad running after him.

"DADDY!" I yelled, ripping away from Cas and flew to my dad, who caught me bloodily.

"Hello sweet heart-"

"Dad, you're bleeding-"

"So  are you." he mumbles, tiredly pressing his hand to my cheek.

"D-" I was yanked back and away from my father and into another room as I screamed for my father, turning around I kicked the guy right where it hurts, planted my fist into his nose and then jumped up into the air like a ninja and kicked him square in the chest, causing him to fly backwards and threw my parents window.

Landing on my feet, stumbling I felt my head go all fuzzy as someone wrapped their arms around me, "Don't worry, I've got you."

"Who?" I mumbled, staring up at the guy.

"I'm Sam."

"Chris." I mumbled, ignoring the pain in my shoulder, "M-my dad-"

"He'll me okay-"

"Don't lie to me Sammy..." I choked out and he gave me a miserable look.

"I'm sorry-"

"I guess I'm going to die now, ha?"

"No-"

Someone pressed their hand against my shoulder hard, causing me to scream out in agony, "CAS! STOP!" it burned. It hurt. I wanted the pain to go away, and suddenly it did.

Staring up at Sam's face I closed my eyes before I relaxed in his arms and let him think I was asleep.

"Cas, what were you doing here?"

"Julian had told me there were Demon's around here and that they needed help-"

"You knew about our sister?!"

"No, he just said he needed help. I'm guessing this was on the down low because they needed to stop me from hearing about this and reporting back to you."

"Sixteen years Cas! And we didn't know about her for sixteen year's! And I'm still confused about how she is even alive! I don't even understand how they made her being alive possible when all I know about her death was that my mother was crying in the kitchen because she had lost my sister. I even tried to help her find her because I didn't realize she was dead."

"She has my hair." the man holding me says.

"... She has Dean's eyes-" Cas starts to say.

"And shortness." the man holding me chuckles.

"Hey, don't pick on the shortness guys. It's genetic."

"I wonder if she's a player like you too-"

"Or a health nut like you."

My eyes snapped open as I tried to get out of Sam's arms, "Let me go!"

"Woah-" I hit him in the face, causing him to drop me on the floor. I scrambled away from him before I tried to get out of the dining room, instead I tripped over a body.

"Woah she moves quick." I got up and sprinted out of the room, only to bump into the trench coat man who put two fingers to my forehead, making everything go black.