she is my sister
and therefore half of my soul

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"HEY, BOBBY, CAN I ASK YOU SOMETHING?" Sam asks, after Bobby explains to them everything he's found.

"Go for it."

"Does the name Bryce mean anything to you?"

His brows furrow beneath his hat, thinking. "Not sure."

"Did our dad ever mention anything to you about– about us having a sister?"

"Where is this coming from?"

"Something the demon showed him," Dean answers.

His head swivels between the two of them. "The Yellow-Eyed demon? Told you that you've got a long-lost sister? And you believed the bastard?"

"Humor us for a minute, Bobby."

He sighs, rubbing his eyes. "I don't know, boys. I think I would've remembered if your dad said something of that level."

Disappointment swarms in Sam's chest.

Then Bobby yanks his hand from his face, eyes wide. "Balls."

"What?" The brothers demand in unison.

"Carlie."

"Carlie?" Sam repeats as they follow Bobby into the library. The older man starts hastily searching shelves and shuffling through drawers.

"One night, a long long time ago, you all were here for a hunt ran long. Must've been...'88? '89? You boys were sleeping upstairs, so I pulled out the whiskey. Your dad got way too drunk, nearly blacked out, and he told me everything. He said Sam had a twin sister named Carlie, after one of your mom's old buddies, Carlos. He just said she was gone. I thought she died the same night as your mom."

He pulls an old envelope from a drawer and turns back to the boys. "He pulled out his journal, ripped these out, and told me to keep them safe. Then he passed out, and never mentioned it again. I didn't read them. Didn't feel right to."

Sam thinks of how many ripped out pages from the journal he's wondered about. How many of them kept secrets to this degree?

Bobby holds the envelope out to Sam. He hesitates. Dean takes it instead. He's glad for that, he's not sure he'll be able to stomach reading about more of his father's lies.

Dean opens it and pulls out the pages. Sam recognizes the paper from the journal. Dean reads it quickly, scanning the first page, then skimming through the rest.

"What does it say?" Sam quietly asks.

Dean averts his eyes, folding the papers and replacing them in the envelope. "Just confirming everything you said." He sticks the envelope in his jacket.

"Can I–"

Dean shakes his head. "Later."

"Boys, I'm sorry," Bobby says. "If I had known she was alive–"

Dean cuts him off. "This isn't on you, Bobby. This is..this is on Dad. Son of a bitch should've told us."

Sam turns his head towards the window, missing a glance between Dean and Bobby. Then he feels...something. Something that makes him want to go outside.

"Sam? What is it?" Dean asks.

"Uh...I'm not sure. Come on."

Dean's hot on his trail as they make for the junkyard.

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BRYCE WINDS THROUGH THE ROWS OF CARS, EXAMINING THEM ALL. Some of them are broken, most in various states of repair. Some of them even beyond repair, with others stacked on top of them.

She's not sure she's ever been in a car before. She can get places on her own quite easily.

She hears two pairs of footsteps coming towards her and turns. They stop down the row. They both stare at her, scanning every inch. She can't read the looks on either of their faces.

"You're...here," Sam breathes.

"You're alive."

"He's pretty resilient. How are you here?" Dean asks.

"I came to warn you," she says, avoiding the question. She runs her fingertips along a car to her left. A pretty blue color. "He doesn't know you're alive, but he'll find out soon enough. He won't like it."

"Yeah? What's he gonna do about it?" Dean says snarkily.

She tenses, squeezing her hand into a fist. "He won't like it," she repeats.

"Is he controlling you?" Sam questions. She still can't read his face.

"No. He takes care of me."

"He doesn't care about you. He's using you."

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"Carlie–"

She tilts her head in confusion. "It's Bryce."

Sam shakes his head, moving forward. "Listen, your name is Carlie. Winchester. He– he took you from our home when we were six months old. He kidnapped you. You're our sister."

She steps back. "You're wrong. I'm nobody's sister. I don't have a family. And it's Bryce."

"You can. We can– we can help you get away from him."

"Why? Why would I want to leave him?"

Sam stops, still a good distance away from her. "He hurts you, doesn't he? He doesn't give you a bed to sleep on. Does he even feed you?"

Anger twists in her gut, but for all the wrong reasons. This time she steps forward. "You don't know anything."

"We can help you, Carlie."

"Don't call me that."

"It's your name."

She stalks closer, the gap between them getting smaller. "No, it's–"

Before she can finish her sentence, she's hit with a flash of bright light, blinding her. She stumbles back and falls to her knees, clutching her head in her hands. Then she starts to see–

She sees two babies in a crib, and a dark figure standing over them. She sees the figure slice its wrist and leak blood into both babies' mouths, then take the smaller one into its arms. Then she sees a blonde woman run into the room, and her flying back into the wall.

Fire. She can feel the fire on her skin.

Then flashes of a sleek black car, she recognizes. It's the one sitting across the junkyard near the house. Motel rooms, beer bottles. Slamming doors. An angry man with salt and pepper hair and familiar eyes.

Yelling and bruises and screeching tires.

Envelopes, letters. An apartment, a home. A new home without the angry man. Blonde curls and cheeky smiles.

Then more fire.

The angry man dead on the floor of a hospital.

Then she's seeing through her own eyes again, like she's been catapulted back into her body. Her lungs heave. She lifts her eyes, though she can barely see straight. She blinks a few times, and when her vision focuses, she sees Sam a few feet away, looking just as she does. Breathing heavily, cradling his head. Dean holds him by the shoulders.

He looks up and meets her gaze. There's tears in his eyes.

"How did you do that?" They question at the same time.

"I– I didn't–" She stumbles over her words, still trying to catch her breath.

"Neither did I," Sam says.

She just stares at him. Dean pulls Sam to his feet, mumbling, "That's not freaky at all."

Her eyes widen and she gets to her feet. She saw his childhood. His memories. Which means... "Whatever you think you saw, it's not like that."

He drags his sleeve across his face to clear the tears. Why would he cry over her? "You don't have to defend him. He doesn't love you."

"How would you know?"

He shakes his head, looking away like he's speechless. She can read his face now. It's a mix of disbelief, anger, and something like horror. "We can help you."

"I don't need help. I have to go." She turns to leave.

"Carlie–"

She spins back around, reaching her power around his throat. He begins to choke. "Call me that again, and I will fucking kill you."

"Hey, let him go!" Dean shouts.

She hears a sound. Her head snaps to the side, trying to listen. She releases Sam and he starts coughing. She turns and starts the other way.

"The hell did you see?" She hears Dean ask.

She turns a corner and disappears. 

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author's note !!

my toxic trait is publishing chapters at 2am but there's no chance i'll ever stop LMAO

anyways i just can't wait for them to develop and everything i'm just so excited about this story aaaaaaaaaaa

also. don't laugh at me for bringing this up here but i've literally been entirely consumed by good omens i cannot stop thinking about it and rewatching it. fuck a bitch named metatron 

u know the drill by now vote and comment if ur enjoying <3

thanks for reading!!!!!

-skye